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Kinda wanna get back into tumblr and writing silly little fics, but meh...

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Dear deer 🦌💖✨💕🧚

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Shrek Edition *:･ﾟ✧

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day 1094

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Oh my god, I love Strong so much, I keep coming back to it practically every day! 💐 I'm ready to print it and hang it framed on my wall. 🤲 Ready to make a shrine around it.

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hello! how are you?

& U?

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heeeyyy, Stronk anon back in your inbox xD just wanted to drop by to say... 💖

for fuck's sake, dox!! what the actual Fuck?!?! ooooh my goooods!!! i had things to say, but all the words in my vocabulary suddenly got deleted when my brain got the 404 page not found bluescreen of hell error... x.x

and you know what prompted that?? YOU!!! your 'our blades are sharp' story, to be more precise... your incredible, beautiful, exquisite, fucked up, unique story... like, for real!!

what gives you the Right to come into My home and infect me with this rare strain of brainrot that is the 'let's insert the boltons into hotd' plot?? ffs i will never know peace from now on.. i am Obsessed with bolton!reader, dox... can you.. idk .. give her my info, maybe? *blushing* slip her my digits maybe... *dreamy sigh* *twirling my hair* like... rip to aegon and aemond, but i'm different. 😌

aaanyway... soorry for all that... all the common sense has left my body after reading that fic :))) how have you been, dear? all good, i hope. i wish you a good and peaceful week. <33 ✨

I've been thinking abt writing a pt2 to "Our Blades Are Sharp" for a while now, I'll try n come up w sth soon. And pllllsslslsllsls I love the Boltons smmm, I just HAD to do it >:) Ramsay is just -chefskiss- perfect!! And book!Ramsay...idk what to say, it just won't be enough.

And no RIP for Aemond and Aegon...for now. We'll see... muehheheh

Been good, just a tad busy trying to play bartender. Ngl negroni sbagliato is now my #1 even if I can't stand campari x)

Wish u d best! Cheers! And watch out for pt2 >:))

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hello! feel like deamon x reader "the other woman" by lana del rey dynamic so much recently. can you feed us with some angst? (only if you want, of course! happy ending is still highly appreciated but whatever u want, I just trust your sexy brain with my life) thank u in advance! take care!

Second Choice

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

|Oneshot|

Warnings: Explicit language

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Decided to be an even bigger pos than I usually am and slap a gif of Daemon and Rhaenyra >:) Enjoy!

Her delicate fingers ran over the side of his face, pushing away the few strands of short white hair and tucking them behind his ear. The man looked away from her before wrapping his hand around her wrist. He pushed himself off the bed and away from her, reaching down for the breeches he'd tossed on the ground a few hours earlier. Her face lost its gentle smile. She propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand pulling the white linen sheet closer to her chest.

"Can't you stay...just for one night?"

She watched as the prince put his tunic on, his back turned to her. He showed no sign whether he'd heard her pleading voice, but instead tucked the red shirt in his breeches.

"Please?" She tried again.

The woman sat up, one hand reaching up towards him. She was quick to put it back down as she took notice of how the silver haired man was looking at her from behind his shoulder.

"My wife will be waiting for me."

His wife. His precious wife. The Realm's Delight.

Her fingers curled up tightly around the bedsheets, fists clenching with anger. It was always the same. He'd come to her, use her to his liking, and then leave as if nothing had happened. Run back to his darling Rhaenyra and wrap his hands around her, just as he'd done to her hours before.

The woman knew what they had would never be more than a quick fuck, yet she couldn't help but feel hurt, jealous, and used. Who was she compared to the Princess Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne? What could she give him when he already had everything?

She had no shiny, important titles to her name. No gold. No castles. No dragons. No kingdom. To him, she was just a plaything. A toy. Something to be used, then put back on the shelf it had been taken.

If it wasn't her, there'd surely be another in her place. Another to warm his bed, even if it was for a bit. Another to cry after he'd left her and gone back to his true love. Another to suffer in silence through all the ridicule, all the rumors, all the vile insults people spat at her. Another to slam her head against the wall and ask herself why she had agreed to this, why she had given herself away without a fight, why she was risking losing her head so yet another nobleman could have his fun. Another to wipe away her own tears as she tries to convince herself that it was fine. She was fine.

"Get some sleep." The Rogue Prince whispered as he bent down and kissed the top of her head. "My wife would be expecting your first thing in the morning."

"Yes, my Prince." She said, voice quiet as a mouse.

She could feel Rhaenyra's eyes following every move of hers when in her presence. And when she'd turn around to face the Princess, all she could see in her eyes was pity. Rhaenyra knew perfectly well what Daemon was doing and with whom exactly. Rhaenyra could read through him like a book. She could see why her husband had chosen her.

The woman was young. Her body was strong and tight, a fresh breath of air. Flawless skin that had yet to suffer from the cruelty of the years. She had no children. No ground to stand on. No power. She had nothing. Only a pure, young heart that was silently begging to be loved back.

Rhaenyra wasn't stupid. She knew how men worked. How their heads rarely ever did, leaving it to their cocks to make the decisions. There was no point in trying to stop Daemon. She knew that he'd always come back to her, no matter how many whores or how many maids of hers he'd fucked. He always came back. So Rhaenyra let him do as he wished.

The door close with a loud bang. She looked up, her eyes searching for the Prince. But he had left. He'd left her again. To fall apart and then pick herself back up. To slam her head against the wall, to ask herself why she had allowed it to happen again. To wipe away the tears from her flushed cheeks with a bitter smile, as she picked from the dresses he'd given her as gifts.

She couldn't blame him. She was no one, nothing. Just a maid. One of the many that tended to his wife and their children.

The woman got up from the bed, ready to begin with the painfully familiar routine of tearing herself to pieces, then using whatever was left to stitch it all back together.

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Killing Your Heart

Aemond Targaryen x Targ!Reader

|Oneshot|

Warnings: Targcest, Death

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: So, I stumbled across this song few days ago...Then this really nasty idea popped up in my head.

Do you ever think of what could've been?

Aemond shot up from the bed, eye frantically searching through the room. His silk hair was sticking to his face from the sweat and tears.

Is it guilt? Remorse? Shame?

The voice twisted and turned, the sound bouncing off the four walls. Flat, lifeless, desolate. It felt like the possessor was miles away, but also standing right in front of his face.

It hurts. Where am I? It's cold.

A quiet, scared whine. Aemond ran a hand over his face, then sat up. His feet touched the floor.

Do you ever think of what could've been?

He was shaking. He reached over to the nightstand, twitching fingers wrapping around the neck of the wine bottle.

Do you miss me? Crave me? Love me?

Aemond put the bottle against his lips and lifted up. The bitter liquid did nothing to help soothe the burning sensation in his throat. He dropped the bottle down to his lap.

So close. Where am I going? I see something.

The memory of his mother's pained yells flooded his mind. He remembered the way her fists collided with his chest time after time, then how she dropped down to her knees.

Do you ever think of what could've been?

Then came the memory of how happy he'd felt when she told him she was with child. How she took him in her arms as Aemond broke down, admitting that he didn't know if he'd be a good father to their child. The feeling of her soft, warm lips, pressing against his.

Do you wish you could turn back time? To take back what you did? To fix what you've done?

Aemond got up from the bed with a feral roar, the bottle leaving his hand and shattering against the floor. Then he noticed the stain. Even in the dark, he could make out the way the red liquid had spilled, now in a puddle at his feet.

Almost there. Why does this look so familiar? It's so dark.

Tears rolled down his face again, falling to the ground and mixing with the bitter wine. Aegon tried to wipe them away, but it was useless. It was as if his body had taken control over his mind.

Do you ever think of what could've been?!

The words cut through his ribs and lodged into his heart. Aemond fell to his knees, hands landing in the small puddle of wine,tears and glass shards. He raised one hand up to his eye, a lump finding home in his throat. He tried to breath in, but nothing happened. The short nails of his red stained hand dug into the skin of his throat, just as they had on that night.

"Aemond?"

The voice came from the open windows of what once was their shared quarters. He looked up, eyes meeting with two milky white orbs. Her white hair, that was pushed back, seemed to not be affected by the windstorm. She stood there, on top of the windowsill. Hands neatly folded behind her back. The dagger still lodged in her rounded belly. An angry red gash on her ghostly white neck.

"My heart?" She called out again. "I'm scared."

Aemond scrambled up to his feet and made his way towards her. He didn't care for the way the words that came out of her mouth twisted and turned. Voice flat, lifeless, desolate.

"My heart..." He whispered as he came to stand right next to the window, neck craning up so he could look at her pale face. "My heart, don't be."

One of her hands unfolded from behind her, then reached down towards him.

"Please, Aemond. I'm scared. I don't want to go alone."

Without hesitation, he took her hand. He was sure it'd would go right through her, that she was only a figment of his mad imagination. But it wasn't. She was there. Aemond got up on the windowsill.

"Come with me, my heart."

He rubbed his thumb over the cold, sticky skin of her palm as he nodded his head. Aemond let go off her, then his hands wrapped around her waist.

"Love..." His voice failed him. "I've missed you so much."

She didn't respond, but instead snaked her dead hands around his neck.

"I'm so sorry." Aemond sobbed out. "I've missed you so much."

Her grip got stronger, nails digging in but leaving no trace behind. No pain.

"I'm scared." Her voice came through once more. "Come with me."

Aemond pulled back so he could look at her face, one hand reaching up to cup her cheek. She didn't lean into his touch as she usually did. It didn't matter. She was there.

"Come with me, Aemond, my heart."

Their lips met. Hers were awfully stiff and dry, never moving. The tears that ran down Aemond's face met with hers, but they didn't stain her cheeks. Instead, the small droplets fell right through her.

Aemond pulled away, nodding his head as he looked down at her lovingly. They wrapped their hands around eachother again. Tight.

Then the woman leaned back, until her feet were no longer touching the stone windowsill.

A second before Aemond hit the ground, he heard that same question that had been eating at him for months. Flat, lifeless, desolate.

Do you ever think of what could've been?

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hello! it's "sapphire tears" anon. it's not exactly what i meant, but it is still SO great!! thank u so much for writing it! i really felt and it is the best part for me. yet i'm so frustrated at the end like aah i need them to clear up everything and more tears. i love tears. i love deamon being a bitch and spitting out insults. i love crying. i love arguments that are much more than any sex or confession.

what did you feel about this idea in general? i do need to know i haven't made you uncomfortable in any way bc i had no intention. what do you think about part 2? (sorry if it's too much it's totally fine to tell me to fuck off)

thank u again! i love your stunning works, sexy brain and incredible hands! only best wishes!

Ello, ellooo Sapph Anon!!!

Kinda felt you'd say that, but I couldn't bring myself to write Daemon as someone who'd immediately offer his shoulder for their S/O to cry on, especially when his feelings for em are just starting to grow. I mean, we all know how he treated Rhea, after all.

In "Sapphire Tears", Daemon's marriage to the reader is an arranged match(as per ur req). He aaaabsolutely didn't want it, and he knows she didn't either. But poor ol' Viserys just really needed a fkn break (big FU to him, Daemon crawled right back). Anyhoo, my point is that he didn't want to get married at all,but did what he was ordered to do.

I think he sees himself in her- she's wicked smart, quick w the blade, sometimes lets her anger get the best of her(I mean, she did sock him in the face) . She's his female version but slightly better, as I see it, and this pisses the fuuuuck out of him. Let's be honest to ourselves, a person like Daemon most definitely won't know how to deal with someone that's so... Daemon 2.0 '-' I also think he doesn't understand the attraction he's feeling towards her- she's nowhere close to being his type. Y'know...silver-white hair...being a relative...

Welp, that's as much info as I can give on "Sapphire Tears" atm. Simply dk what else to say lol

I rlly liked ur req, if I've gotta be honest. As I said in the A/N, the desc of the reader you gave reminded me sm of Brienne(love that woman w my whole rotted heart, Gwendoline is just👌) And no worries, there's not much that can make me uncomfortable. I'll most definitely come up w a p2 to this one, no idea when though.

Never had someone describe my brain as being sexy before, thank you for that one lol!!

All the best to ya! Cheers!

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hello! I absolutely LOVED "The Rogue Prince" fic and your works are so fascinating in general like i'm in love. If you accept reqs, what do you think about Deamon seeing his wife crying for the first time? Like yes it's an arranged marriage but they're developing the feelings and the reader is insecure about not being a sweet little wife. She's opposite to that ideal (mb she's tall/on the bigger side/not weak and absolutely can speak for herself not being in need to be always protected (mentally at least) and maybe she's the opposite of- hm, someone) and is so sure Deamon needs someone perfect, someone who's just not her. I don't really know if I want an honest reaction or just to be comforted so you can choose. (but happy ending is highly appreciated) It's ok if you don't feel like it! Stay hydrated! Thank u in advance!

Sapphire Tears

Daemon Targaryen x Tarth!Reader

Warnings: blood

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: The way Anon described the reader reminded me sm of my beloved Brienne, I just had to write the readers as a Tarth.

"If only the Prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does his work, Your Grace." Otto Hightower said, eyes trained on the ring on his right hand.

Then the Hand of the King looked up, directly at the Rogue Prince.

"You've not been seen in the Sapphire Isle or at Evenfall Hall for quite some time." The man said, brows knitted together.

"I think my blue bitch is happier for my absence." Daemon responded with a slight smile.

His brother, King Viserys, turned to look from Lord Hightower to Daemon, one eyebrow raiser and his forehead wrinkled.

"Lady Tarth is your wife, a good and honorable warrior and the Evenstar of Tarth"

"In Tarth, men are said to fuck sea lions instead of women." The Rogue Prince spat out, looking away from Otto. Viserys dropped his head in defeat, letting a sigh escape him at his brother's words. Daemon looked back at Otto, a disgusted expression on his face. "I can assure you, the sea lions are prettier."

"Dear me" The Master of Coin, Lord Lyman Beesbury, whispered in shock. Daemon didn't hear it. He had gone too far, he knew it.

His blue bitch, as he'd come to call her, was anything but. She was by no means an ugly creature. If he had to be honest, his lady wife was easy on the eyes. But she was strong, stronger than any woman Daemon had ever seen. The woman was a walking mountain, towering over almost everyone around her. She had no care for appearance or anything ladylike. No one, absolutely no one, had seen the Evenstar of Tarth in a dress before. She'd never shown interest in embroidery, dancing or singing, or learning how to play an instrument. Her calloused hands weren't used to the fine,delicate needles or the thin strings of a harp.

What she knew was the feeling of a sword in her hand. The first time they'd met, the lady was in the training grounds of Evenfall Hall. Mercilessly swinging at her squire as she was trying to teach the boy how to fight.

That's what angered Daemon. He was sent off to marry a knight. A woman knight. One that was far better than him. She was fast, she was strong and fought like a true warrior. He hated her for it. He hated how much he envied her.

A savage. A brute with long, luscious hair and eyes as blue as sapphires and as deep as the Narrow Sea. Freckled porcelain skin, a small scar here and there. Slender fingers, but strong grip. Sharp tongue and even sharper mind. Strength that rivaled the one of the storms that rocked Shipbreaker Bay.

She was loud, she was stubborn, she never bowed down to anyone, she wasn't scared to get in someone's face and then knock them to the dirt. She had her own way of going through life. One that didn't include him.

She liked being alone. And even if she didn't, she'd got used to it. While her late father was still alive and carried the title of Evenstar of Tarth himself, the old lord had tried to find a good match for her. But to no avail. All the noble men were either scared, jealous of her or didn't see it fit for their wife to be so...unladylike. The blonde also made sure to give them every reason to decline the offer.

She didn't need a husband. She didn't want one.

Then that letter from the King arrived. He had to get Daemon as far away from the capital. Tarth was one of his best options. Lord Tarth put his foot down, agreeing to the match despite his daughter's protests.

"You made a vow to the Seven to honor your wife in marriage." Otto's harsh voice pulled Daemon back to reality.

"Well, I'd gladly give Lady Tarth to you, Lord Hightower, if you're in want of a woman to warm your bed." Daemon said, head shaking lightly. "Your own lady wife passed recently."

Lord Hightower rose to his feet, the chair he'd been sitting on dragging on the floor as it got pushed back. He stared down at Daemon, daring him to continue.

"Did she not?" The Prince asked, taunting the Lord Hand some more. His fingers ran over the marble egg that was in front of him.

"Otto." Viserys cut through the growing tension.

Lord Hightower didn't respond. He swayed a bit, putting the weight of his body from one leg to the other. His eyes never leaving Daemon.

"Perhaps you aren't ready to move on just yet." Daemon mimicked Otto's movement, head tilting to the side slightly.

"You know how my brother makes sport of provoking you." Viserys said, trying to bring his Hand back to his senses. "Must you indulge him?"

"My apologies, Your Grace." Otto sat back down, eyes staring at Daemon and through him. His voice barely above a whisper.

It hurt. Daemon knew it. For all that sleazy old man was, Otto truly and undoubtedly loved his late wife. The Prince offered an innocent smile, teeth digging into his lower lip so he wouldn't laugh out.

"This council has, at great expense, bettered the City Watch to your exacting standards." Daemon turned to look at his King, fingers drumming against the polished wood of the table. "Enforce my laws, but understand, any further performances like last night's will be answered."

The two brothers smiled at eachother. Daemon looked down at the table and back up, nodding his head.

"Understood, Your Grace."

The Rogue Prince averted his eyes, then got up. He picked his sword up and made his way towards the exit, the gold cloak on his shoulder trailing behind him as he walked.

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"Prince Daemon!" The man that had been said to welcome him said. "We did not expect to see you. The Lady..."

The silver haired prince walked past him, hands rubbing together. He could hear Caraxes let out a roar as the dragon pushed off the ground and started flying in circles over Evenfall Hall.

"Where is my wife?" Daemon stopped suddenly, the man almost slamming in his back.

"I'm afraid Lady Tarth isn't here, my Prince..." The man whispered as he took a step back. "She's..."

Daemon turned around slowly, a smirk on his face. He closed the distance between him and the man, hands wrapping around his collar and lifting him up.

"And you couldn't be bothered to tell me before I got off?"

"I...I tried." The man stuttered. "She's..."

Daemon put him back down, one hand reached to dust off the man's shoulder.

"I know exactly where she is." The Prince let out a low laugh, the sound coming from deep inside his chest.

Daemon shoved the man away, walking back to where Caraxes had landed. The beast saw him immediately, then dropped back down. The ground underneath Daemon's feet shook at the impact.

"Ready for a little hunt?"

A growl, accompanied by a whistling, clicking sound came from the dragon, as if it was laughing at its rider's words. Daemon climbed on the dragon's back and once seated, pat the side of its wide neck.

Caraxes pushed its large body off the ground once more, wings spreading out.

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"Keep moving, Edwyn." The woman huffed as she climbed up the steep hill. "We're almost there."

The boy let out a huff, feet slipping on the wet ground.

"My lady, I still think we should have taken the Blue Road." He let out a yelp as her hand wrapped around his collar before the boy could tumble all the way down to the bottom. He let out a relieved laugh. "Maybe on horseback?"

"The Blue would've let us away from our destination, Ed." She pulled him forward so he could walk in front of her. "And watch where you're going. I have no use of a squire with snapped neck."

The two chuckled as they kept pushing up.

"I still don't understand why we had to go all the way here..." Edwyn trailed off.

"The farther away from my hall, the better." She admitted as her hand reached out for him again. "Gods be good, Edwyn, watch it!"

"Apologies, my lady." The boy laughed again. "But I don't understand... 'Tis your halls we are talking about."

"And?"

"I'm just saying, my lady, you shouldn't be hiding away." He turned to look at her. "It does no good."

She pulled him back before he could fall again. Then turned the boy around. Edwyn let out a gasp as he saw what laid before him.

The sound of water pounding down on stone drained any thought from his head. He looked up at the top off the waterfall, then his eyes went back down with the water. Despite it beating down on the giant rocks, the pool it was pouring in, was as calm as a lamb. The crown of green leaves that surrounded this peaceful haven, had left just enough space for the sunlight to pass through and bounce off of the light blue water.

She walked past him, coming to a stop right before the pool. The woman sat down, back resting against one of the larger rocks next to the waters. Edwyn shook himself out of the trance as he walked towards her. He winked, then with a big jump, got on top of the same rock. He sat down, eyes going back to stare at where the waterfall met with the pool.

"I hate the way they look at me..." Her voice tore through the silence. "As if there's something wrong with me."

"My lady..." The squire tried to stop her.

"No, Ed." She raised one hand, finger pointing up at the sky. "Don't. You can see it just as well as I can."

The trees around them shook slightly, leaves rustling as a large red dragon landed on top of the waterfall. Neither of them heard the load thud, the sound of the water completely draining out any other. Nor did they sense its rider's presence behind them, head of silver-white hair coming to stand between the trees, hiding in the shadows.

"You know, I've tried to be like them. Back when I was but a girl." The woman said as she reached down and took one of small, flat rocks in her hand. She tossed it at the water, the stone jumping once, twice, three times before sinking to the bottom of the pool. "I tried to put down the sword. Shove myself in a dress. Spend time with those insufferable cows."

Both her and her squire laughed. Daemon let out a snort, quiet enough for them to not hear.

"But I can't. That's not me." The blonde looked up the boy. "So I accepted it. I'll always be a fighter, and one day- the Lady of Tarth. Take over once my father was gone from the world. Rule."

She took another stone and tossed it into the water.

"I knew I had to take the hand I've been dealt. I quite enjoy it, actually. Ruling. I kept getting better. At it, at fighting. Even became a knight."

"Twas not enough?" Her squire asked.

"No, Ed. It wasn't." She shook her head with a bitter laugh. "Oh, how I wish it was..."

It went awfully quiet. The woman didn't know if she should say it. Of course, it'd be only her loyal squire and friend, Edwyn Tudbury, that would hear the words.

"I tried to ignore them." Her voice had become unsteady. "It's always behind my back, those cowards wouldn't dare say any of it to my face. But I'm not deaf, Ed. Nor am I blind."

Daemon watched as the boy jumped off the rock, then sat down next to his wife.

"The Beast of Tarth, the Sapphire Beauty..." Tears rolled down her face. "Blue bitch."

"My lady, I'm sure the Prince..." The squire said as he wrapped a hand around her shoulder.

"Oh please, you know it just as well as I do." Her head dropped down, pools of gold hair hiding her face from him. And from Daemon. "He didn't want me. I didn't want him either."

"Then why?"

"My father. He came to me one day, said he'd found a good match. The best match I could ever hope for." The woman straightened up. Edwyn's hand dropped from her shoulders as she did. "He also said if I don't accept, he would strip me off my titles, make me renounce my claim and exile me."

The boy let out a shocked gasp. He wrapped his hand around the woman once more.

"Oh, friend...I'm so,so sorry."

"It's fine, Ed." She whispered. "I'm fine."

She wasn't. Daemon could see it. On her face. In the way her hand rose to her chest and clutched at the pastel blue tunic, right over her heart.

"You don't deserve this. I'm really sorry."

"If you were to ask them..." She pointed towards right where Daemon was standing. Unfortunately for him, Edwyn followed her hand. His eyes widened at the sight of the Rogue Prince, hiding behind a tree. Daemon quickly put the pointer finger of his right hand against his lips, silent plead for the boy to keep quiet. "That's exactly what I deserve. It's even too much."

She got up, hands stretching out. The woman looked up at waterfall. There- two big yellow eyes. Red scales. Sharp teeth. She let out a chuckle.

"Just think about it, Ed. The poor, handsome Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, doomed to spend to rest of his life with..." She pointed towards herself. "...a fucking monster. This giant, savage brute."

The blonde winked at the boy in front of her, knowing look in her puffy,red eyes. Edwyn had spent enough time around her to know what that meant. He decided to play along.

"At least he's got the wits to stay away and not be tortured by your monstrosity." The squire said as he got on his feet and then back on top of the rock.

Daemon felt his whole body twitch at the boy's words. He almost lunged forward, but the hand he'd wrapped around the tree stopped him. The Rogue Prince was ready to tear his throat open.

"If only he had the wits to not spy on me, Ed..." They both turned to stare at the silver haired man. "Have you anything to say for yourself, husband?"

Daemon felt the tips of his ears starting to burn, his face reddening.

"Come now. Don't just stand there."

The flap of giant wings interrupted them. Daemon rolled his eyes as he walked out of the shadows. His only escape plan had just flown off to wherever its heart wanted. The Prince had no other choice, but to face her.

"I was looking for you." He said as he leaned against the rock. "You weren't at Evenfall Hall."

"Why are you here?" The woman hissed out as she walked towards him. Daemon pushed off the rock, their noses almost touching as he did. "It's not enough that you make a fool out of me, desert me and call me names in front of anyone, hm? You've come to rattle the beast's cage yourself?"

"My lady!" Edwyn tried to pull her away, but she shoved him away.

"No." The blonde turned to look at the squire, her long hair smacking Daemon in the face. The Prince smiled. "He's on my land without making his intentions clear."

"Wouldn't it be my land too?" Daemon's voice reached her ears. "I am your husband, like it or not."

She smiled down at Edwyn, foot tapping on the ground.

"My lady, please..." Edwyn tried once more.

But it was too late. She swung at Daemon, fist colliding with his nose. The Prince stumbled back, almost losing his footing.

"This is the last time I ask." She shook her hand up and down as the other one reached for Daemon's chestplate. She wrapped her fingers around the neckline, then pulled Daemon up and towards her. "Why are you here?"

As Daemon wiped at the blood coming from his nose, his eyes trailed to her red,blotchy cheeks. A tear was rolling down each one of them.

"Care to join me for a ride?" Daemon nodded up at the sky. "After we escort your squire back home, that is."

The woman huffed before letting go of Daemon. A smile crept up her face. The Rogue Prince returned it with one of his.

"Fine. Go get your winged lizard back."

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Strong anon back here with a quick little annotation to my previous ask singing you praise...

so... if part one had me by the throat, then part two reached clean through my chest, took out my heart, and replaced it with this series 😳

you're insane!! (affectionate) (in awe) oh my, unbelievable! 😩💗 just... wow...

Wb, Stronk Anon!!!

And omfg you're so sweet, thank you for your kind words!!!! Appreciate it sm!! <3

[doxypsychlean]

Aegon II Targaryen x reader who is manipulative and uses the motherly love he never got to get her own way. They both love each other but in a toxic yandere kinda way 😂

Wrapped around your finger

Yandere!Aegon ii Targaryen x Yandere!Reader

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Warnings: none? pls tell me if I've missed sth

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Aegon and Halaena aren't together in this one. It's also pretty sweet, despite their ?yandere? tendencies.

Oh, he really thinks he's that good.

Then you come around.

You, a lady of noble descent and a member of one of the greater houses in Westeros, are also one of his greatest rivals when it comes to having the worst reputation in all the realms.

At first, it's just harmless fun. Nothing too serious.

But then you become a witness to the way his family treats him.

You work your way into his heart and head. I mean, who in their right mind would miss out on the opportunity of being Queen of Westeros one day, amirite?

He bites the bait pretty quickly.

Aegon is obsessed with the way you shower him with affection and love.

He'd be spending most of his time in your arms, begging for you to tell him how much you love, how unfair his mother is to him.

Alicent hates you at first.

The hatred turns to admiration with time, seeing as you gain complete control over her son and mold him to your liking.

But there's more to what she's feeling towards you- fear. With the way things are going, all it would take is for you to snap your fingers and Aegon would kill them all. For you.

You never do, thank the Gods, and for that you have the Queen's utmost respect and gratitude.

She never lays a hand on him again. She doesn't have to, but she's also too scared to do it.

He still drinks, maybe not as much as he did before, but he no longer chases after the servant girls. As if you'd even allow it to happen.

The first time you realize what you feel for him might be actual love, is when you order for some noble lady to be "displaced" from the Red Keep. You didn't like the way she stared at him. Cue, girly losing her eyes for that one.

He was yours and the only way to get him away would be to pull him out of your cold fingers. And you had no intention of dying any time soon.

Aegon rarely goes out of the Red Keep anymore and when he does, you're always with him. The Prince has glued himself to you, whether you like it or not.

On the rare occasions of you two not being present in the castle, golden scales could be seen shimmering high above King's Landing. Sunfyre loves you, the golden beast could feel the strong bond between his rider and you.

Expect lots of expensive gifts- lavish dresses, the rarest perfumes from Essos, jewelry, books, horses, ginormous bouquets of your favorite flowers, commissioned portraits of you two, gold, sweets, etc.

You want it? You'll have it. Simple as that.

He'd never thought of himself as a jealous man, but the second he sees his brother talking to you and you laughing... All Seven Hells break loose.

Aegon turns into a sniveling, whining mess, hands wrapping around you as if his life depends on it.

All the while shooting daggers at Aemond behind your back, daring him to come closer so he could claw his remaining eye out.

Few soft words from you and he's melting.

You love him. He loves you. Everything is more than fine. He completely forgets about Aemond, who's slowly backing away from you two.

You get married not long after. Neither one of your families is brave enough to say a word against the union, seeing as ...

You absolutely never tried to hide it from the public.

You're all over eachother for the most of it.

Both men and women are dropping like flies around you, if they just as much as stared at either of you for a second too long.

Both yours and his family are equally scared and would rather keep away, than try and separate you.

Word spreads around quickly. You're with child.

Aegon's over the moon. You're his. He's yours. Completely.

The prove pops out not long after. Then another. And another.

He would 100% elbow the midwife in the face if she tries to keep him away from you while you're giving birth.

"My Prince, you cannot..."

"Out of my way, you old hag, my wife is in there!"

He was there while you were making them, he has every right to be there while you squeeze them out.

Definitely cries his ass off when he holds your firstborn.

His tunic is discarded quickly as he holds the small bundle close to his bare chest.

Then he wraps one hand around you, almost crushing your neck with how strong he's squeezing you.

Same thing goes down every single time- he storms in, kid comes out, he's bawling his eyes out at the sight.

You pick the dragon eggs for each and every one of them together.

Aegon's just as obsessed with your children, as he is with you.

Gods forbid someone makes one of his little bundles of joy cry...Heads will be flying in all directions, no matter who they belong to.

Not even the Stranger would be able to pull you apart.

Even in death, you'd find a way to be back together.

[doxypsychlean]

ok, look... your latest aegon fic... Strong... bestie... bestie!... 😳😳

i am literally speechless.. it was... incredible... delicious... filthy... exquisite.... so... just.... *deep sigh* wow... just.... WOW... congrats, you got some serious writing skills, for real. <33

[doxypsychlean]

Just when I thought I've matured enough, someone hits me w a "can we have some smut in pt2 of "Strong"?". So I sit down and write it. Haven't laughed this hard in a hot minute. Yep, I'm definitely not there yet... Idk how yall do it w/o laughing ur asses off, but this is basically how my face looked while I was working on the nsfw part:

[doxypsychlean]

is there a part 2 to Strong maybe bit of smut

Strong pt.2

Aegon ii Targaryen x Strong!Reader

Previous chapter: Strong pt.1

Warnings: Targcest, Explicit language, NSFW content, Blood, Aegon beats up Aemond(not that bad, I swear)

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

Additional info: Instead of Rhaenyra escorting the Strong fellas back to Dragonstone, they all stay in the Red Keep(just imagine it for a sec that Alicent begged her ass off and got Rhaenyra to stay, cs she wants to spend more time w her(this is my fkn world and in it, these two make up idc)

A/N: Ooop, here it fkn issss!!! Ngl, I was cackling like a middleschooler while writing the spicy part of this one. Welp... Cheers, you horny bastards!!!

P.S. I fkn lied, this is nowhere near close to the req. Sorry, dear Anon.

A choked up sob came out of the Prince's mouth as he rubbed the linen washcloth over the bitemarks on his neck. Tears welled up in his eyes, but Aegon was quick to blink them away, before the woman could see.

She was sat across him, on the edge of the bed, watching him as Aegon dabbed away the blood. She was already dressed, in a long, bell-sleeved green gown that showed off every curve of hers. Aegon sneaked a glance at her deep neckline, then quickly averted his eyes.

The woman noticed it immediately, eyes never leaving his face. She ran a soft hand over her shoulder and pushed her long, dark hair out of the way, so it could trail down her back.

"Our mothers, along with your sister, Baela and Rhaena are in the gardens." She said, voice gone back to its usual cushiness. "They invited me to join them. I trust you will behave?"

The silver haired man flinched at her question. His hands dropped down to his lap, pulling at the washcloth as his eyes looked down at the dirty sheets.

Behave. Behave. Behave.

"Love?" Her eyes narrowed, word coming out rough and low.

Aegon flinched again. He looked up at her, head shaking up and down violently. She let out an amused hum, then got up on her feet.

"Good." She was now standing next to him, one hand reaching up to his face. She took in the angry bruise she'd awarded him with the night before. Then the faint imprints of her hand that covered his face, neck and chest. The rest staying hidden from her eyes by the sheet Aegon had covered his lower half with. "You're so good."

Aegon whined, the pathetic sound reverberating in his head. Before he had time to curse himself out for it, her fingers hooked under his chin. He turned to face her, hands clutching and pulling at the washcloth.

"My brothers are with Aemond and Ser Criston, in the training grounds." She said, thumb running over his bottom lip. "You'll join them."

It wasn't a question, but an order. One he wasn't brave enough to not follow. Not after the things his sweet,sweet wife had done to him throughout the previous night.

"That's it." The woman laughed out as she bent forward, lips meeting with those of Aegon. "I must go, my love. Get ready, then head down. You'll find clothes on the chair over there."

His pale eyes shot open, following to where her hand was pointing at. He nodded once more, head falling down after. The Prince put the washcloth on the nightstand as he got up.

Although he was a few good inches taller than her, Aegon felt incredibly small. Weak. Worthless. Undeserving.

He hissed as her hands wrapped around his wrists, successfully getting her to pull away. For a bit. Then she grabbed him again, this time much more gently, and brought them up so she could take a closer look.

The porcelain skin was now red and swollen. The ropes had left behind thin, angry traces where they'd cut in, marring the blank canvas Aegon was.

"I am sorry, my dragon." She whispered as she peppered his inner wrists with soft, apologetic kisses.

"It's fine." The Prince finally spoke out, his voice hoarse and trembling. He was smiling down at her, trying to bite back another hiss. "I...enjoyed it."

The brunette looked up at him, plump lips meeting with the red skin for the last time before she let go. Her arms wrapped around his neck, body pressing close to his.

Aegon rubbed his bruised cheek against hers, melting in her hands.

"My dragon..." She trailed off, pulling him impossibly close to herself. "I love you."

Aegon whined again, the tears now falling freely from his eyes. His hands reached for her hips, nails digging into the green silk of the gown that covered them.

"Say it again..." He was falling apart, body shaking with the intensity of the sobs that left his mouth. "Please."

The woman kept quiet. The fingers that were rubbing small circles on the back of his head, stopped moving.

"Please." Aegon needed to hear it. Especially after the cruel words she'd punished him with the night before. "Tell me you love me. Please."

Love me. Love me. Love me.

But she didn't say it. Instead, she unwrapped her arms from around him. The Prince almost fell to his knees at the loss of contact.

"Get dressed." She turned around, walking towards the doors of their chambers.

Aegon became painfully aware of the pitiful state he was in- naked, crying and begging, covered in endless amount of bruises, scratches and marks. He tried to put himself back together, to wipe the broken expression off his face. But there was no point.

In just a few hours, she'd completely destroyed whatever it was, that was left of the Prince. He had no ground to stand on. Not anymore. He could yell in her face, break her to pieces, even kill her. But she'd die, knowing she won. Knowing that she'd broken him in, taken him down to being this sad, miserable excuse of a person.

"I love you." Her voice reached Aegon's ears. "I truly do."

Then she was gone.

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"What happened to you?" Aemond asked as his brother approached him. He lowered his sword, signaling to Criston he'd take a break.

The knight offered a small nod, then turned his attention to the younger boys who were standing off to the side.

"Got into some trouble last night?" The one-eyed prince teased.

Aegon's head shot up, eyes staring up at his younger brother in shock. How did he find out, he heard his trembling voice inside his head. His legs almost gave out at the thought of Aemond knowing what she'd done to him. His brother already looked down on him, what must he be thinking now, that he knew his big brother was used like a whore.

"Told you that you shouldn't be going out into the city alone..." Prince Aemond said, hand reaching for Aegon's shoulder.

Aegon bit down a groan as his brother's hand came down on one of the bitemarks. He shook his head, his usual smug grin coming back on his face to cover the pain.

"It was nothing, don't worry about it." A relieved breath escaped through Aegon's words. Fortunately, Aemond didn't notice it.

The long-haired man lowered his hand, eyeing Aegon up and down suspiciously. There was nothing out of the ordinary. His brother looked a bit tired, a bit disheveled. Nothing he hadn't seen before.

He looked away for a second, then his eye came back to Aegon.

"What in the Seven Hells are you wearing?"

Aegon was sporting a high-collared black doublet, black pants and leather boots. That's not what shocked Aemond. It was the red shirt that showed underneath the doublet. The red cord it was embroidered with. The three-headed dragon pin on his chest.

Then his eye trained on Aegon's hands. The ridiculously large gold ring was resting on his little finger of his right hand. On his left thumb, however, was a simple steel band ring. One that had the sigil of House Strong on it.

Aegon turned red as he noticed the way his brother was inspecting him.

"Leave it be." He whispered, eyes going back to their nephews, who were now swinging at Ser Criston. "It doesn't concern you."

Aemond wrapped one gand around the back of Aegon's neck, eliciting a pained growl from his brother.

"You didn't get that nasty bruise out in the streets, did you?" Aemond teased, eye darting to his brother now and then. "No shame, brother. I honestly expected for your Strong lady to put you in your place way sooner."

Aegon didn't dare say a word. He stood there, allowing his baby brother to make his cruel joke.

"Prince Aegon, Prince Aemond..." Criston's voice rang out. "Would you join us? We have to even the odds."

Aemond turned nodded, then took a step forward. He turned suddenly, spinning on one heel.

"Would anyone blame me if that little bastard lost an eye whilst sparring?" He said with that smirk of his. "Do you think your Strong lady will come after me, do to me what she did to you?"

And there it was, the straw that broke the camel's back. Aegon's back.

He lunged at his brother, knocking him to the ground. With his newfound strength, it only took a few blows to the face for Aemond to pass out, his head bouncing up and down with every hit.

Ser Criston, Luke and Jace reached them in no time. They tried to pull Aegon off, but the Prince simply refused to let go. The rage had blinded him, all he could see was his brother's bloodied face.

But it wasn't the cruel jokes. Nor was it Aemond threatening to take their nephew's eye out. It was him, suggesting that the Princess would put her hands on Aemond the way she'd done to Aegon.

That was for him. The pain, the humiliation,the punishment. All his. No one else's. His alone.

"Aegon!"

And just like that, Prince Aegon let go. He allowed for Criston to pull him to his feet and away from Aemond.

All his. No one else's. His alone.

He shook off Cole's hands, then turned to stare at her. Waiting. For her to storm over to him, and show everyone where his place was. To show to his mother, his sisters, his cousins, his nephews.

But nothing came. She stood there, at the top of the steps, staring down at him. One hand extended out towards Aegon. Drawing him, guiding him.

He didn't notice how Alicent ran past him, nor did he see how she dropped to her knees, next to Aemond's unconscious body. He didn't notice the scared and confused looks on his nephews faces or the way his half-sister, Rhaenyra, looked from her daughter to him with a smug grin.

All he could see was her.

Aegon followed the woman into the Red Keep and up the steps, towards their chambers.

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"Why?" She asked, flopping down on the bed.

He didn't respond. Aegon was too busy trying to undo the clasps of his doublet to notice she'd said something.

"Come here..." She murmured, hand reaching out for him just like it had out there.

He heard her this time. Without wasting any time he strode over, only stopping when he had to look down to get a good look of her face.

They stood there like that for a bit, neither saying a word.

Then she spread her legs slowly, making room for him.

"Closer, I can't reach you."

The Prince took another step forward, now standing between her legs.

"I asked you a question." She said softly, fingers quickly undoing the clasps, then the buttons of his shirt. "Why did you do it?"

"He threatened to take your brother's eye out."

"I don't like it when you lie to me, Aegon." Her whole demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. There was no gentleness to her anymore. She tugged at the strings of his breeches, untying them with one swift move. "So why? I want the truth."

Aegon Targaryen had never shied away from a woman's touch the way he did when his wife's fingers ran down his happy trail. He sucked in a breath.

"He..." The Prince turned to look out the opened windows.

"What did he do?" She looked up at him, two fingers hooking at the front of his pants and tugging down.

"He asked if you'd do what you did to me, if he were to take his eye out." Aegon admitted, shaking his clothes of his body.

"And that made you knock Aemond out cold because..." The woman almost laughed at her own words. Aegon got him good, she couldn't deny it.

She watched as his breeches fell to the ground, freeing Aegon from the tight grasp they had on him. He let out a hiss as the cold air touched him, his already hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen.

Aegon looked away again, too ashamed of how much effect she had on him.

Two hungry eyes were staring down at the head of his cock, deep shade of pink and already leaking.

"Because...?" She teased, hand wrapping around him.

Aegon let out a deep moan, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His pale face was turning red, making the purple bruise on his cheek stand out even more.

He hissed as she dragged her hand up and down the length of his cock at a painfully slow pace. The soreness of the night before still lingered, making every inch of his body scream in agony. Still, he found himself coming to love the feeling. The pain. The humiliation. The punishment.

"Because I don't want you to touch anyone else the..." His breath hitched as the brunette bent down a bit and licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock.

She felt him twitch slightly, making her let out an amused huff. A shiver ran down Aegon's back when he felt her warm breath hit him. His hand came to rest at the back of her head, gently massaging the skin underneath his fingers.

The sensation of her wet tongue dissappeared once she reached the tip, leaving the man to thrust his hips into the air. Then her full lips wrapped around the head, her tongue circling around it. She let out a low hum, the sound reverberating throughout his whole body.

"I don't want you to do what you did to me last night to anyone else!" He cried out, almost toppling over at the feeling of her tongue rubbing over the slit of his cock. "Just me..."

Her lips left him with a loud pop, the woman laughing softly at it. She wiped away the mixture of precum and saliva from her lips as she looked up at him.

"Just you, my dragon." She said as her hands wrapped around his wrists gently, guiding them towards her shoulders. "Help me get it off."

Aegon looked at her with a dumbstruck look on his face. His confusion didn't prevent him from sliding down the garment past her shoulders.

"You're not angry at me?" He asked.

"Quite the opposite..." The brunette said as she got up, leaving barely any space between their faces. "I'm proud of you, my brave dragon."

Another whine escaped Aegon as he slid his hands down her body, ridding her of her green gown. He pulled her close, their chest pressing against together.

He hid his face in the crook of her neck, planting wet, needy kisses on the skin there. Aegon lifted her up, the woman wrapping her legs around his waist quickly. He climbed on the bed while still holding her.

"I'm so sorry..." He said as he pulled away to look at her. "About yesterday. I didn't mean it, I just wanted to get a reaction from..."

She cut him short, pushing him off of her and then climbing on top of Aegon. On hand reached up to cover his mouth, the other going to his throat.

"I know." The Princess said, grinding down on him.

Aegon moaned from behind her hand, thrusting up. The grip she had on his throat got stronger. He stilled, his breathing did too.

The hand on his face turned, until her thumb was pressing down on his lips. He opened his mouth, tongue swirling around the single digit, cheeks hollowing as he sucked in.

"So good..." She whispered, her other hand sliding down his body and dissappearing between them. "So fucking good. For me."

Aegon's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her fingers around his cock, head shaking up and down with a choked moan.

"So brave..." The woman raised up slightly as she guided his cock to her, rubbing it over her slick cunt. "My brave dragon."

He bit down on her thumb as the tip of his cock entered her. The woman hissed, but didn't pull away. Instead, she hooked her other fingers under his chin, then shook slowly.

"Try not to bite it off or I'll have to return the favor." She joked, eyes darting from him to where their bodies met.

Both let out a chuckle, the sound soon getting replaced by Aegon's whines.

"Move." He unwrapped his lips from around her thumb, teeth still holding it in place. "Please."

"As my Prince commands..." Her breath hitched as she slammed down on him.

Her free hand trailed back up and then down again, nails digging in. Soon his porcelain skin turned to an angry shade of red, blood prickling.

Aegon couldn't hold back anymore. His hips snapped up, meeting with hers. Her palm collided with his face. He bit down on the digit in his mouth again with another hard thrust.

Another slap. His cheek was staring to sting. Then he did it again.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" She hissed out as she bounced up and down.

Aegon hummed, tongue rubbing against the pad of her thumb.

She pulled her hand away from his face, his teeth dragging over.

"I want to hear you." She said as she dropped down to his chest, legs giving out. "Say it."

Aegon mumbled a few incoherent sentences before wrapping his arms around her waist tight. He set up a painfully fast speed, skin hitting skin as he chased his own high.

Her mind went blank at the first thrust, hands pushing up as she tried to pull away from his grasp. She almost slipped away, but Aegon was quick to follow her. His head dipped down, lips wrapping around one of her nipples. He bit down and then sucked in, just as she'd done to him the night before.

A hiss came from the woman. One of her hands sneaked over his shoulder, then pulled his head back by his hair.

A thin string of saliva trailed from his mouth and down to her bruised nipple. He offered a toothy, devilish grin before licking his lips clean.

"I'm close." She stuttered, eyes shutting tight.

Aegon laughed out as his bruised cheek came to rest on her chest, his eyes closing. He kept the same pace, the sweet aching in his hips coming once more.

"Princess, the feast..." The doors flew open, one of her maids barging in. "Oh, Gods!"

The girl left just as quickly, blush creeping up on her face.

"Don't stop!" She moaned out as Aegon's thrust stuttered. "Don't!"

He laughed again, hips snapping. Then he stopped completely.

"It would seem I still don't know my place, wife." He craned his neck up as his mouth left behind a hot, blazing trail from her collarbones to her jaw.

"You'll learn..." The woman looked down at him, hand going back to wrap around his throat. "...husband."

[doxypsychlean]

Aegon II Targaryen x niece!Innocent!reader and her reaction to the dinner scene. Like she’s completely in love with Aegon but also that’s her family and brothers and sisters??? 🤍🤍🤍

Strong

Aegon II Targaryen x Strong!Reader

Next chapter: Strong pt.2

Warnings: Targcest, Explicit language, Some NSFW stuff but it's mild, Bit dark, Blood, Aegon gets his ass kicked -sorry, I'm in a weird mood for violence-

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

Additional info: Aegon and the reader are married, Viserys' failed attempt to make peace. Reader is Rhaenyra's and Harwin's oldest. A Stronk gworlllll✨

A/N: Wasn't sure what Anon meant by "innocent", so I'm taking it as the reader being a patient and understanding person. Till she snaps...muehehehhehe >:)

P.S. I might write a pt.2 to this one, if there's enough ppl interested in reading it. Pt2 will be closer to what Anon requested tho, so not as whatever tf this is

"Think before you speak" Alicent, his mother, told him once after her hand had collided with his face.

But in order to do so, Aegon first had to learn how to listen. He'd never liked listening to others. He saw no point in learning anything from them. Prince Aegon had his own ways of moving through life.

"If you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask." The Prince said as he made his way back to his seat.

From the corner of his eye, he could see his wife's pained expression. She didn't say anything, only stared down at her hands that were resting in her lap, fingers digging in. Angry tears threatening to spill from her dark brown eyes.

The woman made no move, even when her younger brother, Jace, slammed his hands on the table as he got up. All she did was shake her head from side to side, teeth clamping down on her tongue until she could taste the blood.

Not long after, music filled the room, expelling the silence. The Princess had turned to stare at her brother and aunt who were dancing, with a sad look on her face. The things she'd give to have Aegon offer his hand to her the way Jacaerys had done to Halaena. Instead, her husband was staring down the two, taking sip after sip from his cup.

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Strong. Strong. Strong.

The word echoed in her head. She turned to look at Aegon, eyes urging him to do something. Say something. Anything.

The wolfish grin on his face said enough. He wouldn't stand up for her, wouldn't protect her from his brother's harsh, cruel words.

The Princess rose to her feet, muttering excuses as she walked past her brother and out of the room.

As she reached the door, a loud bang came from behind her. The woman turned around, a shocked gasp tearing through her bloodied lips. Aegon was holding Luke by the neck, pinning him down on the table. Aemond shoved Jace, the boy falling to the ground then quickly getting back up.

She used the moment to slip past the heavy doors.

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She stared down at the burning logs in the fireplace, her grip on the book she was holding turning deadly as the doors flew open.

"Oh, how did you get here before me?" Aegon giggled as he made his way over to her, feet stumbling.

He was drunk. Again.

"I left hours ago." She sighed as she closed the book.

"You did?" The Prince let out a confused sound. "When?"

"Shortly before you slammed my brother's head into the table."

Aegon came to stand before her. He took the book from her hands and placed it on the table next to her. Then, ever so slowly, he sunk down to his knees, chin coming to rest on her leg.

"Well, the little twat deserved it." His finger went under the skirts of her dress, then trailed up. "Not my fault he doesn't know his place."

The woman squeezed her thighs together before his finger could go any further. She looked away from the man.

His brows furrowed, a look of puzzlement and slight hints of anger twisting his fine features.

"Are you angry with me, wife?"

She bit down on her tongue once more, blood gushing out of the fresh wound.

"No." The word came out as a whisper. "Just disappointed..."

His hands dissappeared from under her dress. Aegon grabbed her wrists with one hand, the other reaching for her face. Nails dug down as he turned her to look him in the eyes.

"Come again?" He hissed out, thumb rubbing over her bottom lip.

The woman pushed him away, Aegon falling on his back. Then she got up, leaving him to stare up at her in shock.

"First you offer your bed to my cousin, the one that is to marry my brother." She took a step towards him, Aegon crawling away. "Then your fucking brother insults me and my family in front of everyone."

Another step. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking away the blood that was trailing down her chin.

"You lay your filthy hands on my brother..." His back hit the wall. "...And now on me?"

Her knee met Aegon's face, blood splattering everywhere. The Prince sobered up fast. There was no anger left in him. Just fear. And desire. And lust.

"I am strong, husband." She said as she kicked him in the ribs, the man curling in a ball. "I am a Strong."

Aegon tried to hide his face, to hide himself from her.

But there was nowhere to hide. Not now. She'd been so patient with him. So understanding. She never demanded anything. Let him run around, chasing his whores. Let him drink himself stupid, then crawl into her bed. In her.

Her fingers ran through his silver-white hair. Then the hand formed into a fist. She pulled him up.

"Harwin Breakbones' blood runs through my veins. You know it just as well as I do." Aegon hissed, hands reaching for the one that had pulled him back on his knees. "Trust me, next time you do something like that..."

Aegon's ears started ringing. She'd slapped him. Hard. Harder than anyone had ever struck him before.

"...I will..." Followed by another slap. "...break..."

Aegon groaned as she pulled him up, so he could stand on his feet. Then she slammed the same hand she'd used to pull him, against his throat. The Prince's head smacked against the wall behind him. She squeezed.

"...each and every bone in your body."

With how close she was to him, Aegon could feel her breath fanning over his neck. He choked as her grip got bruisingly strong. Small white dots appearing in front of his eyes, hiding her angry face from him.

"Strip." The woman said. "That's why you came here in the first place, right?"

Two shaking hands reached for the clasps of his doublet. Aegon undid them quickly, letting the piece fall to the ground as he tried to unbutton his undershirt.

"You wish to act like a wild, uncivilized whore..." She pushed him away, tearing through the buttons of his silk tunic and making them fly out in all directions. "So be fucking it. You'll be treated as such."

A sound came from deep inside her chest. She was laughing. A low, short laugh. Her hands dropped back to her side.

"Not my fault you don't know your place..."

Then they went back up, to Aegon's breeches.

"But you'll learn."