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Pride and Prejudice au -7-
Drama, reunion and a stranger.
Balls, Joffrey decided, were the bane of his existence.
âYou look beautiful, Joff.â Lucerys said softly to his side, smoothing the collar of Joffreyâs light violet gown.
âI donât want to go.â Joffrey sighed, looking straight into the mirror. A sad face looked back at him; pale skin, dark circles that even the powder Lucerys had put on him couldnât cover, chapped lips and a deep frown. His wild curls were oiled and carefully combed, a few strands bouncing against his forehead, bringing out the most charming part of his face, the pair of dark eyes. He was wearing a brand-new gown, courtesy of Lady Rhaenys, the light violet silk hugging his body perfectly, complementing his full breast and snatched waist. Joffrey had to admit, no matter how reluctant he was, that Lucerys was right. He was beautiful.
But what was beauty without a pair of appreciating eyes? Who would care if Joffrey dressed like a charming fairy? He had driven away the last person in the world who actually appreciated him. Joffrey didnât know why he suddenly believed Daeron, while he had dismissed the alphaâs confession so easily then. Perhaps it was Daeronâs sad eyes after Joffrey had rejected him, or the alphaâs gentle scent from last night, or Joffreyâs belated realization that he had let prejudice affect his judgement. Either way, it was too late now.
âI donât want to go.â Joffrey murmured again, more to himself than anyone else.
âWe have to.â Lucerys reminded him, his eyes meeting Joffreyâs in the mirror, âLady Rhaenys is waiting for us downstairs. Believe me, Joff, I donât want to force you, but we cannot let her down. Mother-â
âI know.â Joffrey looked away, unable to meet Lucerysâs worried eyes, âMotherâs reputation depends on us.â
Lucerys tightened his fingers around Joffreyâs hand to give his brother the little support he could give. He couldnât even start to tell how worried and relieved he had been when Joffrey came back unscathed after disappearing for a whole night. Daeronâs unexpected letter triggered his curiosity, but what surprised him more was Joffreyâs confession about what had happened between him and their youngest uncle. Lucerys hadnât really paid much attention to Daeron until now, to be honest. Daeron was handsome and polite, a pleasant ball company, if he had to assume. That was all he knew about the alpha. Come to think of it, there had been plenty of signs to indicate Joffreyâs closeness with their uncle, hadnât there? Lucerys was just too caught up with Aemond to notice.
Lucerys wanted to say more, but a soft knock on the door stopped him. It was the maid sent by Lady Rhaenys to ask if the omega brothers needed any help getting ready. Lucerys let out a silent sigh of relief, because he wouldnât know what to say to comfort Joffrey had the maid not interrupted their conversation.
âNo, thank you. We will be downstairs in a minute.â Joffrey told the maid as he quickly adjusted his hair and walked away from the mirror.
The brothers left their room a moment later. Lady Rhaenys was already waiting for them next to her ladyshipâs nice carriage. Lucerys greeted her with a courtesy and an apologetic smile, and Joffrey soon followed suit, though his etiquette looked ridiculous compared to his brotherâs.
âYou both look very beautiful, boys.â Rhaenys said as she stepped aside to let the brothers enter the carriage first, âI am glad the violet gown suits you very well, Joffrey.â
Joffrey didnât expect to hear that. He wasnât used to being the receiving end of such compliments, even though he had attended as many balls as his brothers. Lucerys was the attracting one; Jace also had his own group of admirers with his warm smile and perfect manner, while Joffrey always stayed away from endless flirts and boring gossips. He was never good at dealing with pleasantries, so he froze like an idiot at Lady Rhaenysâs words.
âJoff!â Lucerys hissed, urging his little brother to talk.
âT-thank you, my lady.â Joffrey blurted awkwardly, âFine dress is waste on me, but I appreciate your kindness.â
Oh, shit. He shouldnât have said that, should he? This was the perfect time to flash an ignorant smile and let go, instead of blurting out some offending nonsense.
Lucerys let out a helpless sigh.
âI beg to differ.â Fortunately, Lady Rhaenys didnât sound offended; instead, she laughed heartedly, as if Joffreyâs words amused her, âA fine dress is the best companion for a young omega like you, Joffrey. A weapon, I would say, just like witty conversation and flirty smile. They are just means to let your true character shine.â
She had a point. If Joffrey had learned anything from this messy relationship with Daeron, it was never judging someone too quickly. His first encounter with Daeron was far from pleasant, but as he got to know his uncle better, Joffrey could tell Daeron was not just another alpha who saw omegas as walking wombs. Yet, he still let prejudice blind his judgement when the alpha confessed his feelings. Now see what his prejudice had brought him.
âYou sound very wise, my lady.â Joffrey smiled, finally relaxing a little, as he settled into the velvet seat.
âCall it old ladyâs experience.â Rhaenys smiled back.
The ball was extravagant, to say the least. Lady Alicent was not known for extravagance, but she seemed determined to make her sonâs engagement ball the most prestigious event of Dragonstone. Joffrey was met with the overwhelming mix of perfumes, wine, and omega pheromones, and he hadnât even entered the main hall. The crimson carpet beneath his feet felt soft and fluffy, the candles, the grand chandelier, the heavy velvet drapes, and even the carvings on the wall were more extravagant than anything Joffrey had even seen. All the balls he had attended back in Kingâs Landing felt like a peasantâs gathering compared to this.
A portrait greeted them at the entrance. It was a family portrait featuring the patriarch of House Targaryen, Viserys, surrounded by his second wife and their children. Lady Alicent was seated next to Viserys, her hand on her husbandâs lap, and their sons, Aegon, Aemond and Daeron, all standing behind them. Their only daughter, Helaena, settled herself on another couch. They were the epitome of a well-respected family, without Joffreyâs mother.
Just when Joffrey was about to continue walking, someone pushed him aside roughly, almost sending him to the ground.
âWatch it!â A nicely dressed omega squeezed through Joffrey and Lucerys, making her way into the ballroom. She didnât stop to apologize, so Joffrey only caught a glimpse of her wavy hair before she disappeared into the merry crowd.
âAre you all right, Joff?â
Joffrey nodded, already wary of what might be waiting for him at the ball. He didnât want to face Daeron now, nor Gwayne, because they were all reminders of how stupid and careless he had been. If Gwayne told anyone about what had happened last night, Joffreyâs reputation would be destroyed. It would be such a huge scandal that Joffrey was sure to be kicked out from the estate immediately. Lady Alicent wouldnât allow a disgrace like Joffrey to ruin her sonâs engagement ball, not to mention she didnât want him here at first place. Well, perhaps that would be the best. Joffrey would rather rot on his own than disgrace his mother in front of everyone.
âWhat were you looking at?â Lucerys asked as he gently pulled Joffrey away from the entrance.
âThe portrait.â Joffrey replied flatly, âThey look like a nice family.â
Lucerys knew immediately what his little brother was getting at. Their mother was excluded from House Targaryen completely, along with their grandmother Aemma, as if they were just dirt under the carpet, a dark secret that needed to be concealed. The portrait was just a laugh at their face, mocking their mother for following her heart.
âLetâs go inside.â Lucerys said, linking his arms with Joffreyâs and practically pushing his brother into the main hall.
Joffrey huffed, but didnât struggle. The main hall was packed with guests, lively music echoed the room, and laughter could be heard everywhere. The dance floor had already been occupied with merry young couples, those who enjoyed a good conversation chose to stay near the window, while a group of chaperones were chatting happily next to the hearth. Lady Alicent was talking to some lords, dressed in a lavish velvet green dress, a warm smile on her face. Her hair was pulled back into an elegant bun, just like in the portrait, but she looked far less stoic now. She looked almost happy. Relieved, perhaps, was the more accurate word.
Why wouldnât she be happy, though? She just secured a good match for her youngest son, a continued union between House Targaryen and House Hightower. Although Daeron was farther down the heir list, Bethany had a healthy inheritance from her father, 30,000 gold dragons a year, if Joffrey had heard correctly on his way in. Now, the newly engaged couple was standing next to Lady Alicent, Daeron in a dark suit and matching vest, his fiancĂ©e a lovely pink ruffled dress. Joffrey had never seen a silhouette like that.
âHave you seen Lady Bethanyâs dress? Itâs the latest fashion from Essos!â
âI wish I could afford a dress like hers. Look at all the ruffles on her bodice. All finest material. It must cost a fortune. I swear the buttons are all made of pearls.â
Joffrey tried his best not to spare a glance at Daeron, but he failed. He just kept glancing at the couple, Daeronâs pursed lips and Bethanyâs bright smile. They looked perfect together. There was absolutely no place for a stranger like Joffrey.
âOh, thatâs Lord Lannister.â Lady Rhaenys murmured as she nodded to a tall man with golden hair and equally golden stubble, âCorlys has some trade businesses with the Lannisters. I need to go and greet him. Will you boys be all right?â
âPlease, donât mind us, Lady Rhaenys.â Lucerys replied, âI am sure we can survive without you for a couple of hours.â
âI would advise have a drink and go dancing.â Lady Rhaenys said as she made her way elegantly towards the Lannister lord, âThere are plenty of alphas to make acquiesces with.â
The lady was probably right, but neither Lucerys nor Joffrey had the heart to dance right now. The omega brothers exchanged a knowing look and retreated to the back of the room together.
Joffrey quickly browsed the crowd, and to his great relief, Gwayne was not here. He didnât know how to face the alpha now. He didnât hate Gwayne, per se, and though he would never admit it, Joffrey had actually pictured him marrying Gwayne at some point. The alpha was polite and seemed respectful of Joffreyâs omega status, never asking any prying questions about his family. Joffrey felt relaxed around Gwayne. He didnât need to keep a perfect façade, didnât need to worry about ruining his brothersâ reputation, either. It was normal to dream, right? It was not like he would actually marry Gwayne, or anyone, for that matter. Joffrey had already made up his mind to be a spinster.
âHere, Joff.â Lucerys handed him a glass of wine, âYou look pale. This will make you feel better.â
âI can say the same to you.â Joffrey sighed and shook his head to get rid of all the useless thoughts about himself, âYour hands are so cold, Luke.â
âNeither of us should be here, does it?â Lucerys laughed humorlessly as he took a large gulp from his own wine, âI donât think Dragonstone likes us very much.â
âMaybe not me, but you, my brother,â Joffrey tried to lighten the mood, âNoone in their right mind can resist you, Luke.â
Lucerys laughed again, this time much livelier.
They finished the rest of their wine in silence, watching the pool of people on the dance floor. Some ladies and lords greeted them, but soon lost interest after learning their humble background. It was so surprise, and for once, Joffrey actually welcomed the feeling of being let alone. The background music changed into a slow one after a particularly vigorous tone, giving the dancers some time to catch their breath.
Joffrey was browsing the crowd mindlessly when Lucerys suddenly grabbed his hand and squeezed, tight enough to crush Joffreyâs bone.
âHeâs here.â Lucerys hissed, his eyes fixing on the tall figure walking towards them.
âWhat-â Joffrey didnât have the chance to finish his sentence as a familiar voice interrupted him.
âGood evening, nephews.â Aemond Targaryen emerged from the crowd, black jacket and matching vest, a simple silver watch chain dangling from his pocket, a nice compliment to his silver hair. His eye-patch was decorated with fine embroidery, a sharp contrast to his usual plain leather one. For some reason, the eye-patch made him look less intimidating. Or perhaps it was the gentle smile and soft voice that made him more human than ever.
âGood evening, Uncle Aemond.â Joffrey was the first to recover from the shock, âWhat a pleasant surprise. I havenât seen you for two months!â
Aemond didnât answer. Instead, he just kept his gaze on Lucerys, who was trying very hard to hide behind Joffrey.
Well, at least he didnât bring a companion, Joffrey thought. Joffrey had assured Lucerys repeatedly that Uncle Aemond would never leave him for another, but in fact, he didnât have any solid proof. He just said that to make Luke feel better. It was nice to see Aemond did not disappoint.
âHow are you, Lucerys?â Aemond asked after an awkward silence, âForgive me for leaving without notice. My business requires my presence here.â
âI am well, uncle, just like I always had been before I met you.â Lucerys finally opened his mouth, his voice polite but distant, âThank you for your concern.â
âI-â Aemond paused and let out a long sigh, âI am sorry, Lucerys. I should have at least sent you a letter.â
âYou donât have any obligations for me.â Lucerys replied, his fingers still wrapping tightly around Joffreyâs hand, as if a clinging to a driftwood in a storm, âI admit, I did feel betrayed when you just left without a proper goodbye, but I understand now. What we had between us⊠is never official.â
âNot to me!â Aemond rushed to say as he stepped forward, his shadow enveloping Lucerys completely.
Joffrey noticed Aemondâs hands twitching, but the alpha kept them beside his body with enormous self-control, instead of touching Lucerys in front of everyone.
âYou didnât tell me you were getting engaged!â Lucerys hissed.
âBecause I wasnât!â Aemond took a sharp breath, âI swear, I thought my mother was ill and needed my assistance. I didnât expect her to play matchmaker.â
âYou could have written to me.â Lucerys knew he sounded like a discarded lover, but he couldnât help it.
âI know. I am sorry, but my mother wouldnât let my mails out. I would still be confined to my room if not for Daeron to stand up and ask for Bethanyâs hand.â
âWhy are you talking to me now, uncle?â Lucerys sneered, âIt is clear that your mother will never accept a humble-born omega, not to mention her history with my mother. You may not marry Behtany Hightower, but there will still be others. I accept your apology. You can leave now, uncle.â
âPlease listen to me, Lucerys.â Aemond sounded almost pleading, âMy mother wants to determine my marriage because she doesnât want the Targaryen estate fall into otherâs hands, but I have made sure she will not interfere with my decision again.â
Joffrey lost track of the conversation after the mention of Daeron. What did Uncle Aemond mean? Why did Daeron ask for Bethanyâs hand? Was he so in love with her that he would snatch his brotherâs bride-to-be? Were his words all lies?
Aemond took another step forward, now only inches from Lucerys. Lucerys swallowed, but did not move. Joffrey immediately took the hint. It was time to leave.
Joffrey gently pulled his hand from Lucerysâs loosened grip before slipping away. He kept his head down all the way towards the backdoor leading to the garden. Before stepping out, Joffrey glanced in Lucerysâs direction to make sure his brother was all right. Aemond and Lucerys were still in that corner, leaning dangerously close and whispering to each other. At least Luke was willing to listen to whatever Aemond had to say.
Joffrey smiled to himself before stepping into the cold evening air. He should have brought a shawl, but he was too distressed to think of anything when dressing up. Joffrey hugged himself tightly and made his way to the finely carved marble fountain. The cold air made him shiver, but it also helped clear his head.
The garden was far larger than the one outside Joffreyâs home, and well maintained. Bushes were neatly trimmed, and flowers adored every corner. It was a shame that Joffrey could only admire them at night. Their color must be breathtaking under the sun. As he got closer to the fountain, the aroma of the flowers also felt stronger. Joffrey took a deep breath, letting the scent of nature calm his mind. He smelled rose and lily, the bushes and earth, and something else. Watery, earthy, like a forest after rain.
Joffrey knew this scent.
ââŠAre you telling me to leave?â A familiar voice came from behind a particular tall plant of rose.
âYes.â Another voice replied, âLeave him alone.â
âWhat if I say no?â
âI donât have time to play games with you, uncle. We both know what you seek from him. Let me tell you, Joffrey is not your plaything.â
Joffreyâs heart skipped a beat at his own name. Not only that, but he also recognized both the voices. Daeron and Gwayne were having a private conversation in the garden. About him.
âHow do you know what I want?â Gwayne chuckled, âI may not have the best reputation for being a loyal lover, but Joffrey is the kind of omega who can change an alpha. I am sure you will agree.â
Daeron went silent. Joffrey couldnât see him from this angle, but he could tell from the pungent alpha scent that Daeron wasnât happy about Gwayneâs attitude.
âI know you, uncle, better than you think.â Daeron finally spoke after a long pause, âFor sons like us who donât have much inheritance, marriage is our best chance to turn the fortune. Alphas are not so different from omegas when it comes to marriage, arenât they? Joffrey is not an heir. You will never marry him.â
Joffreyâs heart sunk at Daeronâs words. He had imagined himself marrying Gwayne. Even though he had never allowed the thought to develop beyond a fantasy, it still felt like a blunt blow to his stomach when Daeron put it like this.
âMaybe I will.â Gwayne replied, his voice flat, âWho knows? If I am charmed enough, I might just let that proposal slip.â
âI will not let Joffrey be the victim of your games.â Daeron didnât raise his voice, but he certainly sounded angry, âYou played him. You used your alpha pheromone to mess with his mind. You planned to take advantage of him at that ball, didnât you? It wonât be your first time. If I didnât interfere-â
âNow, nephew, donât make yourself sound like a martyr.â Gwayne shifted, the thick leaves of the plant shifting with him, âAt least I still have the chance to make it right, while you are stuck with the pretty little bride your mother had found you. Donât worry, I will take such good care of Joffrey that he wonât have time to think about your coward head.â
âDonât you dare touch him!â Daeron couldnât control his anger anymore; he pounced at the older alpha and grabbed Gwayneâs collar, âLeave him alone!â
âWho are you to talk?â Gwayne didnât sound intimidated at all, âYou are not his alpha. Just because you donât have the guts to claim him, doesnât mean I canât. He does have nice tits, doesnât he? I wonder how they feel like. I bet they are soft and plump.â
Joffrey couldnât hear anymore. He didnât appreciate others talking about his tits so bluntly, especially under such circumstances. He took this opportunity to step out from the tall plant and shock the alphas both.
âI donât think itâs the right place to talk about my tits.â Joffrey said, relieved that the lack of moonlight made it difficult to see his burning face.
âJoff? How did you-?â Daeronâs violet eyes widened in surprise, all color leaving his face.
âI went out for some fresh air.â Joffrey replied, his eyes darting from one alpha to the other, âI didnât mean to eavesdrop on your conversation, and I certainly didnât expect to hear such bulgar words about me.â
âGood evening, Joffrey. What a pleasant surprise.â Gwayne said in his usual tone. Compared to Daeron, he looked much more relaxed, as if he had expected to see Joffrey here, âSorry I cannot properly greet you as I am in thisâŠawkward position.â
Daeron was still grabbing Gwayneâs collar, almost pulling the Hightower off the ground. Both alphas were dressed smartly, nice shirt and velvet vest, not the best attire for a fist fight, apparently. Daeronâs hair was messy and sweaty, while Gwayne was missing his bowtie. Joffrey didnât know why they were here, but he could tell they had been out for quite some time.
Daeron glared at his uncle, but Gwayne didnât seem to care. He had a faint sneer on his lips, his alpha scent not as intruding as last night, yet persisting, like a thorn embedded in the flesh.
âPerhaps you should let Ser Gwayne go, uncle.â Joffrey spoke, trying to keep his voice calm, âI donât think itâs the right time and place for a scandal.â
âI-I-I am sorry, Joff. I mean, nephew.â Daeron let go of Gwayne abruptly, his face burning as he finally realized how embarrassing this situation was. Of all the people in the world, Joffrey was the last person he wanted to confront now. He would rather deal with his difficult mother than his breathtakingly beautiful nephew.
Stop. He shouldnât be thinking about this. What good would it do if he kept staring at Joffreyâs waist under that fine silk?
âYou have apologized enough, uncle.â Joffrey replied coldly, âWhy donât you go back to the ball? I am sure your betrothed is searching for you. Donât make yourself an apologizer again.â
âI wonât leave you with him.â Daeron said, clenching his fist.
âHey, I am not a monster.â Gwayne complained, rolling his eyes, his lips still curving up slightly.
âI know what you are, uncle. This wonât be the first time you take advantage of an innocent omega. Joff may not know what you did back in Old Town, but I do. I will not let you ruin Joffreyâs reputation.â Daeron took a step forward, as if trying to shield Joffrey from the other alpha.
Gwayneâs expression cracked for a split second, but he soon resumed his normal smile, polite, gentle, yet distant. How could Joffrey fail to notice that Gwayneâs smile had never quite reached his eyes?
âI am not proud of what I did, but a man can change.â Gwayne turned to Joffrey, who was observing him closely, âIf I want to take advantage of you, I wouldnât have waited until now, right, Joffrey? You know I had plenty of chances to make you mine.â
As much as Joffrey was ashamed to admit it, Gwayne was right. They had grown closer and closer after Daeronâs sudden departure, and Joffrey hadnât paid much attention to proper alpha-omega etiquette with Gwayne. He had been too angry at his uncles to notice Gwayneâs growing intimacy. The accident touch of his hand, the bump of their shoulders, the fingers in his hair and the palm on his lower back. He should have known. He should have kept his distance. If Gwayne wanted to take a step further, Joffrey knew he would have probably let him.
âI-I am not in a hurry to commit to anyone.â Joffrey said quietly, letting the night breeze carry away his words.
âOf course you are not, or else you wonât reject him.â Gwayne laughed, âItâs not very wise of you to reject my Daeron, Joffrey, to be honest.â
Joffrey went silent. He had rejected Daeron because he let his prejudice get in the way. He refused to admit that Daeron was not the disrespectful alpha he had originally thought.
âJust leave him alone.â Daeron chimed in, as if noticing Joffreyâs embarrassment.
âYou can drive me away today, but what else can you do? You are engaged to Bethany now. It surprises me how easily you give up. Do you think Joffrey will thank you for sacrificing yourself so his brother can marry your brother?â
Daeronâs lips pursed into a thin line; Joffrey didnât have to rely on the shift of pheromones to draw the conclusion that he was upset. Really upset.
Gwayne laughed again, mocking them both. Neither Joffrey nor Daeron dared to talk. Joffrey was about to run back to the ball like a coward when a stranger interrupted the awkward silence.
âWhat are you guys doing here? If you are sneaking wine, I would love to have a taste!â Someone wrapped their arm around Daeronâs shoulder, bringing along a foreign alpha scent. Joffrey didnât know the stranger, but he recognized that silver hair. The stranger must be a Targaryen. The question was, who?
âAegon?â Daeronâs eyes widened in surprise, as if seeing a ghost.
âThe one and only.â Aegon Targaryen flashed a bright smile, the unmistakable smell of wine strong enough to intoxicate a dozen of soldiers.
#house of the dragon#hotd#joffron#joffrey velaryon#daeron x joffrey#daeron the daring#abo dynamics#lucerys valeryon#aemond x lucerys#aemond targaryen#lucemond#gwayne hightower
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How do you feel about Aeron Bracken and Davis Blackwood?
Everyone loves a good Romeo and Juliet story, right? This ship is one of the good things that resulted from that mess of S2. I havenât written anything about them, but I certainly like to read a good story about this ship. (Actually, I intended to touch this ship in my Jacegan story, but I never came to finish the story. Maybe I will.)
In terms of characters, there arenât many clues to go by, but this gives a lot of space for imagination. I would like to explore the mystery of House Blackwood, their Old Gods roots and how Davis, a practically nobody, fits into this background. Davis seems wilder to me, while Aeron looks more like a proper squire or perhaps a knight. Iâd like to see what roles they play in various historical events. I have a feeling that they are perfect for a what-if-someone-survives au.
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opinions on dalton greyjoy x lucerys velaryon
I am quite open about most pairing, to be honest. However, I donât like Dalton being a cheap surrogate of Aemond or a cheesy knight in shining armor to a distressed Lucerys. I would like sort of a pirate story, Lord of the Tides Lucerys meets the Red Kraken. They can go on adventures together. I do like a more sophisticated and savvier Dalton teaching Lucerys how to navigate through rough tides of the sea and the court.
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How do you think the boys (Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey) would have turned out with Baelon (Rhaenyraâs baby brother) lived?
Well, I think Rhaenyra wouldnât have married Laenor if Baelon survived, but letâs say she still did. In this case, Jace would be the heir of Driftmark, so I think he would turn out more or less the same as he was the heir to the throne. Joff wouldnât change much either, I think, still carefree and aspired to be a knight. Lukeâs character might be the most different. He doesnât have to bear the burden of being the heir, so he can live as he wishes, less responsibility and more freedom.
Also, I think if Baelon lives, Alicent wouldnât be so hostile towards Rhaenyraâs children as she was in the book, since Baelon is the immediate competition to Aegon, not Rhaenyra. I do wonder how the boys and Baelon get along. Iâd like to believe Baelon loves to spend time with his nephews, maybe even be their training buddies.
#house of the dragon#hotd#joffrey velaryon#lucerys valeryon#jacaerys velaryon#the velaryon boys#Baelon survives#what if
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miss pride & prejudice joffron :( can you write more about them?
Of course! I miss them too. I feel the real drama hasn't happened yet :P
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The last chapter is up! Only an epilogue away from wrapping up the story.
#house of the dragon#hotd#joffron#joffrey velaryon#daeron x joffrey#daeron the daring#abo dynamics#daeron targaryen
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Since we do have a pride/prejudice fanart for lucemond. We definitely need a fic/prompt for it! I would love to see your spin on it!
I totally agree! I think lucemond is perfect for Lizzy&Darcy dynamic. Imagine Rhaenyra living in a modest country house with her five boys. Jace is the oldest one, smart, reasonable, always taking care of the little ones. Luke is close to Jace in age, and they have been inseparable since they were kids. They have been in the social scene for about two years now, but they haven't found an ideal match yet. Joff is the middle child and he is about to make his social debut. Little Aegon and Viserys are young and robust children.
Enter Aemond, who has just inherited a handsome estate from Old Vizzy because his brother Aegon can't stand the trouble of managing the family estate and thus has escaped to Essos to enjoy his life. Aemond is instantly made famous because of his annual income and his scary yet intriguing look. The feud between Rhaenyra and Alicent still exists, and so does the eye incident. Luke is sorry for the loss of Aemond's eye but he is not sorry for protecting his brother. Luke is the pride one here, while Aemond is the prejudiced one because he is convinced that his nephew is a spoiled brat. Aemond tries to fight his own feelings by denying that he is attracted to Luke. Luke wants to apologize but is repeatedly turned down by Aemond. His pride is hurt badly so he stops approaching Aemond altogether.
Just when Luke and Aemond are at a standstill, Luke finds out that his younger brother Joffrey has run away with Aemond's brother Daeron. The scandal forces them to cooperate, both trying to save their brother's name, and in the process, they have discovered that they actually have a lot in common, love for their family and siblings, strong sense of responsibility, etc. They start to put aside their flaws and get to know each other. Aemond gives up some of his inheritance to support Daeron, so Daeron can actually marry Joffrey and start a life. Luke is very grateful and tries again to apologize for taking Aemond's eye. This time, Aemond finally listens.
I will forgive you, nephew, only if you give me something in return.
What is it, uncle? Do you want my eye?
No. I want something better. Your heart.
Luke is stunned for a few seconds until he realizes what Aemond means. He smiles and says yes.
Then comes the wedding bell and the happily ever after.
#house of the dragon#hotd#lucemond#aemond x lucerys#aemond targaryen#lucerys velaryon#pride and prejudice au
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I am going through my ask box, and boy, how I missed being thrown all kinds of fic requests. Currently the open requests are mostly about pride and prejudice au, which I will continue writing, but Iâd also like to know what else you want to read. I have some free time next month so I am planning to resume writing. Feel free to send me requests!
#house of the dragon#lucemond#jacegan#jacegon#joffron#gwayne x joffrey#lucerys valeryon#jacaerys velaryon#joffrey velaryon#daeron targaryen#aemond targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#cregan stark#gwayne hightower
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-Pride and Prejudice au- 6
I am back!!! The plot has deviated from the original Jane Austin work a lot, so treat it like any other Regency au!
Joffrey didnât return to the room he shared with Lucerys until the crack of dawn. Lucerys was pacing around the room in panic when he heard the knock on the door.
âJoff? Where have you been?â Lucerys looked around the corridor to make sure no one was out there before dragging his younger brother inside and shutting the door, âDo you know how worried I am when I woke up and you were not here-â
Lucerys stopped when he saw Joffreyâs tear-stained face. Joffreyâs hair was a complete mess, his night gown distorted, exposing his neck and collar bone, and his eyes were puffy and pink, as if he had been crying all night. All words died in Lucerysâs throat. He couldnât remember the last time he had seen Joffrey in such a distressed state. He wondered if there had even been such a time.
âJoff? Are you alright?â Lucerys asked gently, walking up and wrapping one of his arms around Joffreyâs shoulder, âYou are freezing.â
Joffrey was in his night gown, the thin fabric cold and damp to the touch. He was shaking slightly, fingers clenching into a fist so tight that his knuckles all turned white.
Lucerys could tell that something must have happened for Joffrey to come back so shaken. Something dreadful. Lucerys let his eyes wander to Joffreyâs exposed neck, especially the omegaâs gland as he continued to soothe his brother. To his great relief, Lucerys found no redness, no scratches, and no bite marks on Joffreyâs neck. Thank the Seven. At least his worst fear didn't seem to have come true.
When Lucerys woke up just before dawn and found the room empty, he nearly had a heart attack. Joffrey might not like following the rules, but he would never just disappear like this. He was too gentle to make his family worry. Not to mention they were in Dragonstone now, and they had to watch their behaviors carefully because one wrong move was enough to stain their motherâs name. Joffrey, an unmated omega, disappeared for the night and came back with a teary face and disheveled clothes. This was enough scandal to destroy Joffreyâs reputation as well as his brothersâ. Jaceâs betrothal would also be in jeopardy if the situation was not handled carefully.
âCan you tell me what happened? Where have you been?â Lucerys asked again, this time even more gently. He began to rub Joffreyâs arm, trying to warm up his little brother.
Joffrey sniffed as he tried very hard not to let the tears down. Lucerysâs worry grew because Joff was the toughest of them, always looking out for his older brothers and never showing any weakness, so Lucerys couldnât imagine what had happened that made him so upset.
âDo you need anything? Tea? I can ring the bell to have some hot tea delivered for us.â Lucerys was about to reach out for the service bell but was stopped by Joffreyâs hand on his forearm.
Joffrey shook his head and whispered a soft no.
âOkay.â Lucerys said as he continued rubbing Joffreyâs arm until the boy stopped shaking. The sun was about to rise, and the Inn maid would come at any minute to tell them that breakfast was ready and Lady Rhaenys was expecting them downstairs. Lucerys didnât want to make the good lady worry, so he had to make sure Joffrey calm down before their day of social meetings began.
âAny better?â Lucerys asked, brushing some dark curls from Joffreyâs face, revealing the omegaâs red-rimmed eyes, âYour eyes are puffy. Letâs get you cleaned up, okay? You will feel better with a new change of clothes, I promise.â
âI am sorry, Luke.â Joffrey finally spoke, his voice hoarse from crying.
âYou don't have to apologize. I am not blaming you for anything, Joff. I was just worried about what might have happened to you. Itâs not like you to disappear without notice. What happened? Who did this to you?â Lucerys had forgotten all about his own discomfort after yesterdayâs treacherous journey, for he was too busy comforting his brother.
âNobody.â Joffrey replied, casting his eyes down, âAnd nothing happened. Nothing important, anyway. Itâs actually good news, you know? Iâve learned that Uncle Aemond isnât engaged to anyone. He has kept his promise to you, Luke. How wonderful is that?â
Joffrey tried to sound cheerful, but the feigned joviality in his tone only added to Lucerysâs worries.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âLady Alicent is hosting the ball to celebrate her sonâs betrothal, isn't she? I know you are sad because you think Uncle Aemond has betrayed his words and chosen another mate. You don't have to be, Luke.â Joffrey said, lifting his head, a crooked smile on his lips, âItâs not Aemond whoâs engaged.â
Lucerysâs eyes widened at the unexpected news, his lips quivering slightly but he managed to keep his composure eventually. Joffrey hadnât noticed how pale Lucerys was until now. SHIT. He should have been more considerate instead of just blurting things out. The news must be overwhelming for Luke, especially since he had been through so much.
âSorry, Luke, I-â Joffrey tried, but was interrupted by his brother.
âAemond has never promised me anything. We never got that far.â Lucerys said softly, a slight frown on his brow as if admitting the truth would make it real, âI understand your sentiment, Joff, but Aemond is free to choose his own mate. I am not here to accuse him of betraying, you know.â
âYou wrote to each other almost every day. Surely he confessed his feelings to you in these letters?â Joffrey took Lucerysâs cold hand in his own and squeezed gently, âYou don't have to hide from me, Luke. I am not a fool. I can see things.â
âWe wrote about a lot of things in those letters, art, literature, music, history, but never about the future. I always have a feeling that Aemond is reluctant to commit, and I don't want to force him.â Lucerys sighed and squeezed back, âThatâs why I was so certain our relationship was over after Aemond left without notice.â
Joffrey couldn't believe what he had just heard. Uncle Aemond had never confessed his feelings for Luke? After following Lucerys around like a lovesick puppy in every ball? Joffrey couldn't help but thought back to the night when Daeron had confessed his love for Joffrey. How ironic. Daeron, who had insisted that he loved Joffrey and wanted to marry him, was now betrothed to another, while Aemond, who had never put his feelings into words, remained free.
âItâs not over.â Joffrey insisted, trying desperately to convince Lucerys. Lucerys deserved the happiness that Joffrey could never have. âAemond is not engaged. You are both free to choose, and I am sure he will choose you.â
He had to.
âHow do you know about this? Is that why you disappeared for?â Lucerys asked, bringing the topic back, âWhy did you come back crying?â
âI didn't cry.â Joffrey said lamely.
âJoff.â Lucerysâs voice lowered to a whisper as if he feared someone might hear them, âTell me the truth. I can smell alpha pheromones on you. I need to know what happened so I can help you.â
âI-â Joffrey tried to think of an excuse, but he couldn't find any, âI didnât mean to make you worry. I just needed some fresh air so I decided to take a walk to the courtyard.â
Lucerys sighed heavily. He loved his little brother, and never wanted Joffrey to change, but sometimes Joffreyâs free soul could make things so complicated.
âAnd? I assume your midnight walk didn't end peacefully.â
âI-I bumped into Sir Gwayne.â Joffrey said, looking down at the carpet to hide his burning cheek, âWe were talking when Uncle Daeron and his betrothed emerged from the tavern.â
Joffrey left out a lot of details, such as the fact that Gwayne had clearly had too much to drink and that Daeron had saved him from Gwayneâs advances. Gwayne was all polite and proper when sober, but he couldn't keep his hands off Joffrey last night in the courtyard. His usual fresh scent of forest drizzle became intruding when mixed with the rich scent of wine. Joffreyâs heart skipped a beat when Daeron emerged from the tavern to tell Gwayne off. He was supposed to be angry with Daeron, for the alpha was the one who had convinced Aemond to leave, but all the accusations he had prepared died down the moment his eyes met with Daeronâs violet ones. Joffrey was secretly happy to see his youngest uncle again, until the cruel truth slapped him in the face.
Lucerys didn't need to know. Lucerys didnât need to know how Joffreyâs world was shattered last night when Daeronâs beautiful bride-to-be leaned her soft body against the alpha. Why was Joffrey so devastated? Why was his stomach tightening? What was the tug on his heart and the lump in his throat? It couldn't be jealous, could it? Joffrey was the one who had rejected Daeron. He had made it clear that he could not return the alphaâs feelings and would never fall for someone so arrogant and inconsiderate. He shouldn't feel anything, right? Then why couldnât he breathe?
âHis betrothed?â Lucerysâs frown deepened, âI didn't know Uncle Daeron was engaged. Why was he here in the first place?â
âI donât know.â Joffrey replied honestly. He never had the chance to find out what Daeron was doing in the tavern, because he fled the scene like a coward after seeing Daeron and Bethany together.
âWere you with Uncle Daeron the entire night?â Lucerys asked, leaning in to pick up the lingering alpha scent on Joffreyâs gown. He had only met their youngest uncle several times, but Lucerys could tell the scent was not Daeronâs. All Targaryen alphas shared the same undertone in their alpha scents, fire and ashes, but Lucerys smelled something sweeter and less harsh from Joffrey. Lucerys half hoped Joffrey would answer yes, because somehow Lucerys knew Daeron would never hurt his little brother.
âNo.â Joffrey said after a long pause, âI, eh, didnât want to interrupt Uncle Daeronâs time with his betrothed.â
âYou were with Sir Gwayne, werenât you?â Lucerys asked, though his knowing expression indicated that he already knew the answer.
ââŠyes.â It was impossible to fool his brother, so Joffrey might as well tell the truth.
âOh, Joff.â Lucerys reached out to cup his brotherâs face, âWhat happened? He didnât do anything inappropriate to you, did he?â
Did he? Joffrey wasnât sure. His memory was a little vague. The last thing he remembered was Gwayne dragging him away from the tavern, Daeronâs face slowly fading from his vision. The unexpected news paralyzed him; his mind went blank, his legs gave out and his chest tightened as the air was squeezed out of his lungs. Joffrey couldnât even stand up straight, let alone walk back to his room on his own. Gwayne was saying something to him, but Joffrey couldnât hear a thing. He had no idea where Gwayne had taken him or what the alpha did next. The next thing he knew, he was alone in the corridor leading to his bedchamber. Something must have happened. The burn around his eyes and the wet stain on his face showed that he had been crying. There was some dirt on his night gown, but he couldnât remember where he had gotten them. Joffrey stood there for a long while until the morning chill knocked him awake from the trance. He practically fled back to his room. Fortunately, no one saw him on the empty corridor. At least not that he knew of.
âTell me, Joff.â Lucerys wiped off some tear stain from Joffreyâs eyes before leaning in to press their foreheads together, âWhat did Gwayne do?â
âI-I canât remember.â Joffrey placed his hands around Lucerysâs wrists and squeezed, âHe dragged me away from the tavern, and then, then-â
Joffrey paused because he couldnât think of anything to say. He knew why Lucerys sounded so worried. An unmated omega spending a night alone with an alpha was not only inappropriate. It was scandalous. If word got out that Joffrey and Gwayne had disappeared together for an entire night, Joffreyâs reputation as an omega would be destroyed. He would be seen as tainted, dishonorable, and utterly shameless. There had been cases of such omegas either joining the Silent Sister, or spending their lives in solitude to repent for their sins. Lucerys had even heard of someone committing suicide because of the unkind whispers.
âI can smell some alpha scent from you.â Lucerys said, taking a whiff, âSmells like watery plants. Is this scent Gwayneâs?â
âI guess. He told me his scent was forest drizzle, quite common in House Hightower.â Joffreyâs cheeks burned as he only realized now that his conversations with Gwayne before seemed too intimate.
âI donât see any swelling on your gland.â Lucerys gently tilted Joffreyâs head aside to expose the younger omegaâs neck, âYour neck is clean too. Do you feel any discomfort anywhere? Your lower back, perhaps?â
âNo. I donât feel anything.â Joffrey replied, his ears turning pink as he realized what Lucerys was getting at, âReally, Luke. I would know if someone stuck their dick in me.â
âSeven forbid, Joffrey.â Lucerys sighed helplessly. He knew his little brother had a careless way of speaking, but he didnât have the energy to deal with Joffreyâs vulgar choice of words now. âThis is not a joke. What will they think of mother if someone saw you slipping away at night with Sir Gwayne? What will they think of Lady Rhaenys and Lord Corlys? I canât even start to tell you what kind of nasty things they will say about us.â
Joffrey bit his lower lip and fell silent. He knew he had made a mistake. He had screwed up. He didnât think Gwayne had gone any further than groping, but having an alphaâs arm around his waist outside a formal social event was enough of a scandal. He wished he hadnât been so careless. He wished he had kept his distance from Gwayne, just as he had done with Daeron. He had been so obsessed with Daeronâs attitude at their first meeting that he had failed to notice how Daeronâs gradual change since then. He had been blinded by prejudice that he refused to believe Daeron could change. He had been such a fool. By rejecting Daeron, he had somehow encouraged Gwayne to make advances towards him. The situation right now was all his own doing.
âI am so sorry, Luke.â Joffrey said after a long pause. He might have repeated the same sentence too many times today, but he couldnât think of another thing else to say except to apologize to his brother. âI am so, so sorry. I will never forgive myself if I ruined your chance to marry Uncle Aemond. Tell me what I can do to repair the damage, please, Luke.â
âSilly.â Lucerys sighed again, this time with so much tenderness, âItâs not about me. I am worried about you and your reputation. You are brave, honest, and loyal, Joff. You deserve someone who loves for who you are. I donât want you to lose that chance.â
Too late. It had already been lost.
âNever mind. I never want to marry anyway.â Joffrey replied, trying to sound casual, âPerhaps no one saw me out there with Gwayne last night except for Uncle Daeron and his betrothed. As long as they donât tell, no one will know I didnât sleep in this room last night.â
Joffrey didnât know why he was so confident that Daeron would not spread the scandal, but somehow, he just had a feeling that Daeron wouldnât purposely hurt him. How strange. Daeron had already hurt him by getting engaged to Lady Bethany, but then again, Daeron couldnât have known how Joffrey would feel about the news. Joffrey himself didnât know how he would react until he learned about the news. But there was one other person who knew what had happened last night. Sir Gwayne. How could Joffrey be sure that Gwayne would keep this a secret?
Lucerysâs lips moved before he pursed them into a thin line. His soft face slowly turned hard and determined as he made up his mind to protect his little brother no matter what.
âLetâs get you cleaned up, okay? We need to go downstairs to have breakfast with Lady Rhaenys.â Lucerys said, wiping off some traces of tears on Joffreyâs cheek. They didnât have much time to waste. Lady Rhaenys was a wise and observant lady, so it would take a lot of effort to hide things from her. They needed to come up with a strategy before todayâs social arrangements began. In fact, Lucerys was surprised that Lady Rhaenys hadnât already sent a maid up to check on them.
Joffrey nodded, and followed Lucerys to the vanity. Lucerys poured some warm water into the basin and handed Joffrey a towel soaked in rose water. Joffrey had just finished washing his face when there came a soft knock on the bedroom door.
âStay quiet. Iâll deal with it.â Lucerys whispered in Joffreyâs ear before hurrying to answer the door.
A maid was standing in the doorway with a tray loaded with food. Joffrey could smell the aroma of tea, freshly baked bread and jam.
âGood morning, my lord. Lady Rhaenys sent me up to bring you breakfast.â The maid greeted Lucerys in a sweet voice.
âLady Rhaenys? I thought my brother and I were joining her ladyship downstairs.â Lucerys replied, clearly confused. Of course it would be best if he and Joffrey could stay in their room, but he just didnât understand why Lady Rhaenys had changed her mind.
âI am sorry, my lord, her ladyship just told me to bring the food up.â The maid replied, âMay I take the tray inside?â
âThat wonât be necessary. Thank you.â Lucerys refused politely, âI can take it from here.â
âWhy would Lady Rhaenys let us have breakfast in the room? Does she know something?â Joffrey asked as he slipped into the armchair opposite Lucerys, the breakfast tray between them. He had already changed out of his dirty night gown, now in a clean gown decorated with lace ruffles on the sleeves and collar. Joffrey wasnât used to wearing delicate clothes like this, but Rhaenyra insisted him bringing the nicest outfit for the journey. The crimson color complimented his complexion and dark curls perfectly.
âI donât know.â Lucerys shook his head, an equally confused expression on his face. He poured them both some tea, before piling the bread rolls onto a clean plate. After removing several plates from the tray, he noticed a carefully folded piece of paper on the bottom. The paper was tucked under the bread plate, hiding it from the view. Whoever had put it there clearly didnât want anyone else to notice.
Joffrey noticed the paper as well. Lucerys exchanged a glance with his brother before unfolding it. It was hastily written letter addressed to Joffrey.
âItâs for you.â Lucerys said, handing the letter to Joffrey.
âMe?â Joffreyâs eyes widened in surprise. He rarely received letters at home, let alone here at Dragonstone. Few people even knew he had taken this trip. Who could have written him a letter?
Dear Joffrey,
I hope this letter finds you well. Forgive me for not being able to explain everything to you in person. I fear that all words will escape me once I meet your beautiful eyes. Last night was an accident. I wasnât informed of your visit, nor did I expect you to stay at this particular inn either. Please believe me that it was not my intention to hide my betrothal from you. Bethanyâs father has offered me a job in Old Town and I intend to accept it after the wedding. I wanted to write to you after I left for Old Town. You may not want to hear anything from the man who you have rejected, but I feel I need to let you know why I have made this decision.
As you might already know, my mother is very keen to secure a good match for her sons. Aemond is her favorite and she wants him to inherit the Targaryen fortune. You can imagine how horrified she was when she learned of Aemondâs involvement with your brother Lucerys. She demands that we return to Dragonstone and cut all ties with your family. Aemond refuses, and they had a big argument through letters. Aemond loves mother, but I think he loves your brother more. He made it clear that he would not be her puppet. I have never seen him defy mother like that. I wish I could be as brave as he is. Perhaps thatâs why you have rejected me. I am not brave enough to confess my feelings to you sooner. If I could just
Mother wasnât going to give in so easily, and neither was Aemond. I donât have the heart to see my brother torn apart like this, so I volunteered to take his place. You would do the same for your brother, Joffrey. I know you would. Your loyalty to your family is what made me fall for you in the first place. Forgive me. You probably donât want to hear this. Just know that I offered to marry cousin Bethany, so Aemond wouldnât have to. Since you have made it clear that you will never return my feelings, I might as well make myself useful to ensure your brotherâs happiness. I did this for you
I do apologize for leaving so hastily. Mother wanted us back as soon as possible, and both me and Aemond decided that it was better to comply with her on this. Once we are back, mother intercepts all of Aemondâs letters to make sure he cannot write to your brother. I am only able to deliver this letter with the help of Lady Rhaenys.
Donât worry, dear Joffrey. I only revealed some of the details to her ladyship. I left out Lucerysâs involvement with Aemond, of course, but I suspect she had her own guess. Either way, sheâs agreed to help me deliver this letter, and I canât express how grateful I am. I told her that I bumped into you last night and escorted you back to your room. I think you might want to hide your relationship with my uncle for now. I donât agree with my uncle on most things, but if it is your choice to be with him, you will have my wholehearted blessing.
I will leave it here. Tell Lucerys to have faith in Aemond. I will see you at the ball.
Yours,
Daeron
Joffreyâs vision blurred. A few teardrops fell from his eyes and landed on the paper, smearing the ink. Joffrey took a deep breath to calm himself before lifting his head again.
âJoff? What is it? Who is this letter from?â Lucerys asked, a deep crease on his forehead.
Joffrey didnât answer. Instead, he handed the letter to Lucerys.
Lucerys browsed through the letter, his frown deepening as he read on. Aemond didnât abandon him, which made his heart skip a beat, but the rest of the letter was too surprising to him to focus on himself. Why was Uncle Daeron writing to Joff? Since when did them become so intimate? What was this rejection he wrote about? And what was Sir Gwayneâs role in this?
âYou have a lot of explaining to do, Joff.â Lucerys said, putting the letter down.
Joffrey chuckled bitterly. Indeed.
#house of the dragon#hotd#joffron#joffrey velaryon#daeron x joffrey#daeron the daring#abo dynamics#gwayne hightower#lucerys velaryon#lucemond#aemond x lucerys#aemond targaryen
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You are my fave Joffron fanfic author...BUT PLEASE MORE OF IT no pressure tho, i will always wait for you. The world needs Joffron fanfics.
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#house of the dragon#hotd#joffron#joffrey velaryon#daeron x joffrey#daeron the daring#abo dynamics#daeron targaryen
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welcome onboard! I don't expect people to get my weird Gwayne/Joff vision but when they do...I can literally cry from excitement! Hope you can explore more of them from my stories. Cheers!
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pride & prejudice gwayne
https://x.com/antlerqeen/status/1822022675612786722?t=PKs4dLqOxVi-k8mXz66dAw&s=19
Exactly! He appears charming and polite, but whatâs his real intention?
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A very touching paragraph in the book, but the show will never, ever bring it to screen. I don't think show!Rhaenyra loves Joffrey that much. Whenever we have a scene of her watching Aegon and Viserys play, Joffrey is never there. Joffrey doesn't look too much older than his two silver-haired brothers, so why canât he play with them? We don't have Jace training Joff like he did with Luke in S1Ep10. We don't see even a scale of Tyraxes. The show barely touches on Rhaenyra and Joffreyâs relationship, except for this mommy scene, which didnât move me at all. I think Rhaenyra is cold and dismissive here, focusing on Rhaena instead of the boys. I am not saying itâs wrong, but the show can do a better job of depicting this heartbreaking scene. I like the scene with Jace hugging Joff both here and in Lukeâs funeral, at least Jace hugged him.
The show runners must be regretting their asses off that they decided to keep Joffrey in the show (just to create a conflict scene with Rhaenicent). Iâd rather hope they kill Joffrey before they can make him a clingy, useless, cowardly mommyâs boy.
#house of the dragon#hotd#my asks#joffrey velaryon#rhaenyra targaryen#mother-son relationship#team black
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Who is more possessive? Joff or Daeron?
Daeron. I think Daeron is definitely the possessive one in this relationship. If we take what the show has told so far, Daeron was sent to Old Town at a very young age, and he didn't really keep in touch with his family in Kingâs Landing. Alicent has to ask Gwayne about her son, while she can easily ask Daeron himself if they are exchanging letters constantly. Imagine how this upbringing can affect a man. Daeron is probably be taught to be an obedient son, but the fact that he cannot enjoy the same thing as his siblings (being near his parents, etc.) must have played a huge role in his character. He doesn't have much to himself, except for his dragon, so when he does get something, or someone who is exclusively his, I think Daeron will do anything to hold on to it. He will want to keep Joffrey for himself, so he will most likely be overly possessive.
As for Joff, he grew up in a relatively loving environment, so his desire to hoard and possess will be weaker. I said relatively because the show gives a feeling that Joffrey is being ignored while growing up, having no inheritance and no Valyrian features to draw anyoneâs attention. If so, he will probably be just as possessive as Daeron.
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#house of the dragon#hotd#joffrey velaryon#abo dynamics#gwayne hightower#gwayne x joffrey#arranged marriage
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By the way I won't forgive Condal and Heiss for what they did with Joffrey, Aegon (the Younger) and Viserys. What was the point of making them so young...? Especially when they have to be older for the events of the Dance to make sense.
If you are going to make Jace and Lucerys older, then do it as well with Joffrey, who was supposed to be only three years younger than Jace. So the three should be 16/14/13 according to season 1... or 20/18/17 according to season 2 episode 7... (...doesn't make sense by what they told but that's yet another error on part of the writers)
I don't even know how they're going to make the Gullet and its consequences work with Aegon and Viserys as toddlers.
What about Rhaenyra and Aegon the younger. He won't even remember --
What about the return of Viserys?
And what they did with Joffrey hurts me a lot because. He was essentially erased from the show when he has a few remarkable moments that clearly distinct him as a character, even as young as he was.
On Dragonstone, Queen Rhaenyra collapsed when told of Lukeâs death. Lukeâs young brother Joffrey swore a terrible oath of vengeance against Prince Aemond and Lord Borros. Only the intervention of the Sea Snake and Princess Rhaenys kept the boy from mounting his own dragon at once.
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It was Jace who came to the fore now, late in the year 129 AC. Mindful of the promise he had made to the Maiden of the Vale, he ordered Prince Joffrey to fly to Gulltown with Tyraxes. Munkun suggests that Jaceâs desire to keep his brother far from the fighting was paramount in this decision. This did not sit well with Joffrey, who was determined to prove himself in battle. Only when told that he was being sent to defend the Vale against King Aegonâs dragons did his brother grudgingly consent to go.
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Joffrey, not quite three-and-ten, was eager to prove himself a warrior, but when told that Tyraxes was needed to help his mother hold the Red Keep in the event of an attack, the boy swore solemnly to do so. Addam Velaryon, the Sea Snakeâs heir, would also remain in the city, with Seasmoke. Three dragons should suffice for the defense of Kingâs Landing; the rest would be going into battle.
[...]
This prospect excited Prince Joffrey. âLet them come,â the boy announced, flush with the arrogance of youth and eager to avenge his fallen brothers. âI will meet them on Tyraxes.â
[...]
âI want to fight for you, Mother, as my brothers did. Let me prove that I am as brave as they were.â Prince Joffrey Velaryon to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen
It's... quite ironic, because while I was quoting all of this I realized that... omg, they kinda took Joff's character and merged it with Jace??? That eagerness to fight to prove himself...
How much he wanted to prove himself a warrior, to help Rhaenyra, to be like his beloved brothers that he admired so much...
I'm so sorry for the Velaryon boys... they did them all so dirty in the show...
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