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HOTD ♱ THE 30TH! ℬEES 𝒜ND 𝒥OUSTS

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ YEARS UPON YEARS THE ELDER SISTER of rhaenyra targaryen wondered as to how her luck never seemed to run out, that is until her unfortunate death that left the valyrian family shaken. whether she was blessed or cursed was up to perception as rhaenyra gave birth to her first child whom shared an eerily similar appearance with the late princess. . .

𝒫AIRING. . . slight!erryk cargyll x fem!oc, gwayne hightower x fem!oc, platonic!targ!family x oc

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 4.6k

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, slightly angsty maedora but nothing too bad, fluff, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . wounds, jealous!gwayne, otto scheming

ℐOAEZZ. . . already losing motivation to continue writing (╥﹏╥) anyways! i imagined harry gilby as laurel tyrell specifically when he played in the last kingdom!

𝕿he week passed by agonisingly slow, days melting into another as Maedora attended her lessons miserably. Septa Cantrell seemed stricter than usual, according to her, she was becoming a woman grown. That meant the likelihood she'd be able to escape the feral Septa became smaller by the day.

Her words frightened the princess in a way. She wished to remain a child for the remainder of her life but alas she had grown used to the notion of being a woman. The only thing that truly fascinated her was the concept of becoming a mother.

The idea seemed outlandish to most, the Princess was immature nearly incompetent of taking care of herself let alone another human being. Perhaps it was simply the influence in her life that led her to such a conclusion at such a young age, not that she'd ever find out as she'd forever remain trapped in a world as misogynistic as the one she lived in.

Truthfully, Maedora didn't truly comprehend what it took to be a mother. For years, she'd attempted to convince herself that children were born from flower seeds and not from women's wombs, but her Septa managed to trample that ludicrous belief out. She hadn't been around plenty of mothers except for her own though she hadn't seen the struggles Aemma went through to raise her two daughters as she had been a mere child when Rhaenyra was born. She couldn't grasp that once she'd have her child, it would belong to the Realm and not to herself like she desired. To her, it was a way to cure her loneliness in a world this cruel, one that couldn't understand her in a way she believed someone of her own blood would. She wished to share her beliefs with her child, so one less person in the world would suffer the dreadful view that most lived with. Though it all seemed a distant dream for now.

"Sister! We must make haste if we wish to make it on time for the tourney!" Rhaenyra called as the two flew over the city. Maedora glanced over at her before nodding, saddened that she would have to part from her dragon, Cricket, once more.

Cricket was unironically named after the insect species that the princess was particularly fond of at the time. The dragon was considerably smaller than most dragons like Meleys or even Syrax and had softer features, but she was quicker and more agile than any other dragon that couldn't for the life of them, take off without everyone in a ten-mile radius knowing of it.

The two dragons hovered above the dragon pit before landing carefully so as not to harm anyone. Cricket shook her head while Maedora climbed down. Once her feet were stable on the ground, her dragon nudged her snout closer to the princess' face and blew a gush of air playfully. The white-haired girl giggled, patting her devoted companion on the head before sauntering over to the carriage with her younger sister in tow. The two girls settled down, each on their respective side as the horses started moving. The vehicle drove back towards the castle, where they would have to change quickly.

"Mother won't be pleased that we went flying on your nameday," Rhaenyra grinned as she tinkered with her riding gloves, which she had pulled off when they dismounted their dragons. "She is never pleased whenever we fly," Maedora smiled before turning to look outside of the small window. The younger princess eyed her sister for a while, wondering how she felt, as she would have to announce her betrothal tonight.

"Are you afraid?"

Maedora took her time to think of an answer though she frowned at the fact that her younger sister was already worried about things like that. She wished to assure her, but she wasn't one for comfortable lies and neither was Rhaenyra, but to answer honestly is to face the harsh reality.

"I believe only a fool wouldn't be," her abrupt words surprised Rhaenyra slightly, who was more used to her sister communicating in soft-spoken riddles. She knew Maedora was smarter than she led on, but to suddenly witness it, was startling at the very least. Rhaenyra gulped, nodding in understanding as she looked down at her hands as if deep in thought. The older princess looked at her sister in sympathy before intertwining their hands in an effort to soothe her.

"I desire to remain a child forever, though that is not possible. But I believe if I were to continue this wishful thinking, I would become miserable, wasting years yearning for the past while failing to see the beauty of the present." The words did little to quell Rhaenyra's worries, but she knew that she'd never be alone as long as she had her sister by her side. She mustered a remote smile and squeezed Maedora's hands to let her know that she was feeling alright. "Let us not dwell on this matter anymore, and enjoy your six and tenth name day."

They reached the castle not long after that and ran as quickly as they could towards their chambers to get dressed for the tourney that would commence in a mere hour. "Princess! There you are!" Color returned to Susannah's face as she finally found Maedora, afraid the Queen would have had her head on a spike for having lost her daughter again.

"My apologies, I was out with my sister," the princess exclaimed while maids immediately swarmed her, pulling her in various directions so they could start prepping her. Three of them busied themselves with her hair which was styled into even more elaborate braids than standard, while two others drenched her face in all sorts of foreign products. Lastly, they assisted her into her gown which was personally selected by the Queen who had decided to order a red dress with intricate flower engravings which were accompanied by a pair of well-fitted silk gloves that corresponded to the red color of the gown.

Maedora sucked in a breath as Susannah tightened the corset, her breathing becoming labored though her attention was aimed at her chest. The narrow corset pushed her breasts up to appear more prominent which made the girl grimace. Despite this, the princess looked at her reflection with an expression of astonishment.

"This gown is truly exquisite," she breathed when her handmaiden finally finished strangling her. The woman behind her nodded in agreement, watching on with a content smile. Tears gathered in Susannah's eyes and once the princess took notice of it she quickly spun with a teasing grin.

"Are you crying, Suzy?" The girl in question scoffed, already wiping her tears before straightening. "Do not kid yourself, princess. There was simply some dust in my eyes," Maedora watched on in silent amusement as she hummed, clearly not convinced.

"But I must admit you have never looked better," Susannah smiled slyly, while the princess turned back to her reflection with her head tilted. "Though no prettier than the stars that are to shine upon us tonight," her handmaiden furrowed her brows. She decided not to dwell on it, simply clutching the gift she had prepared for her friend.

"I have a gift for you," the words enticed Maedora from her daze as her eyes lit up in excitement, watching Susannah move around in the mirror, "it is not much, but I hope you will come to like it." A large smile broke out on the princess' face once she caught sight of the daisies in her friend's hand. "Are you jesting with me? I absolutely love it," the two girls shared wide smiles, their friendship deeply rooted in their hearts. "Could you place them between my braids?" Susannah nodded, carefully putting the flowers in her hair before stepping aside to admire her lifelong friend.

"There shan't be a single man that won't be enchanted by you," their hands interweave as they faced one another, cherishing the precious time they spent together without anyone heaving down their necks. Unfortunately, all nice things came to an end as the door to Maedora's chamber abruptly opened, revealing her younger sister in a pale blue dress.

"Sister!" Rhaenyra smiled widely, her eyes enlarging at the sight of her elder sister in her red gown, "you truly are the fairest lady in all the Seven Kingdoms." It was a known fact across the Realm that Maedora was adored by all of her family members but no one idolized her more than her younger sister. Although she may seem a little odd at times and perhaps even childish Rhaenyra would always look up to her.

"Have you looked at yourself, dear sister?" Maedora grinned, letting go of Susannah's hands before looping her arm into her sister's. Rhaenyra blushed bashfully as she giggled, the two sisters started strolling towards the carriage that was awaiting them downstairs. The halls were vacant of the residents who had most likely already arrived at the stadium where the tourney was to be held.

"Have you gotten your favor?" Rhaenyra questioned, not looking down at the stairs she descended after years upon years of practice. The older princess hummed, pulling a carefully crafted garland with gladioluses intertwined between the leaves. Her younger sister marveled at the detailed handwork. "I must admit sister, your garland looks much more promising than mine."

Maedora smiled softly, looking down at the almost flower-like crown she held before turning back to her sister. "Thank you Rhaenyra, I can only hope it shall bring my knight victory," the younger princess nodded, letting go of her sister's arm to get into their carriage. "I am sure it will, though I suggest your knight should take care for my knight shall fight ferociously," she chuckled which made a grin appear on her sister's face. "We shall see," was the only thing Maedora uttered, her gaze directed at the scenery they passed.

The ride was bumpy, the sounds of the wheels turning against gravel filled the comfortable silence that enveloped the two sisters, both lost in the labyrinths that were their minds. Maedora played with the garland, tracing the delicate flowers she manually placed there herself. Her mind wandered to parts she'd prefer untouched such as the fact that she would know who her betrothed would be by the end of the night.

However, her attention was quickly caught by a bypassing bee that flew past their carriage which began her curious wonder of whether she could ride a bee like she did Cricket. If she was smaller, of course, she couldn't imagine how many bees it would take to carry her weight. Perhaps a thousand bees could form a dragon that-

"Maedora!" The girl looked up, her eyes wide only to realise that they had arrived. "Where has your mind wandered off to?" Rhaenyra chuckled, waiting for her elder sister to leave their vehicle first, as customary. The princess weakly smiled, her mind still floating between the bees as she clambered out of the carriage. Her eyes flitted over towards Ser Erryk and Ser Harrold who stood beside the entrance of the immense building where the royal seats were. She took sluggish steps towards them before a familiar flower graced her sights. Maedora strode right past the knights, Ser Erryk cast a glance at the older knight, who only shrugged before following behind his princess.

"Princess, the tourney is to commence in a few minutes," he reminded her kindly, but she paid him no mind as she lowered herself to the ground, but before her knees could touch the soiled earth she felt someone holding her back. She turned to the knight, eyes wide as he touched her on his own accord for the very first time while he looked apologetic. "Please, princess, do not dirty your dress. Let me place my cloak on the ground, so your gown shall remain clean," Ser Erryk pleaded with her and once he didn't hear any protest from the princess, he released his gentle grip on her to remove his pristine white cloak. The fabric was spread out underneath her, though she couldn't bring herself to look away from the knight.

"You shouldn't have Ser Erryk," her voice was softer than she had intended, though she came to realize that she did not mind. The knight looked down at her, their proximity closer than it should have been, before sending her a remote smile that was almost nonexistent. "It is alright, do not worry yourself," he spoke, motioning for her to sit down, which she did with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling as she looked down at her gloves.

"You are very kind, Ser Erryk," those weren't exactly the words that were often used to describe the man, but he gratefully accepted them with a bow. "Thank you, princess," the girl merely smiled at the sound of his voice, her fingers reaching to grace the petals of the gladiolus flower. The light pink was shades lighter than the radiant red of her silken gloves, but she carefully plucked it before moving to stand with Ser Erryk's assistance.

"This is a Gladiolus, they are quite rare in these regions as they only bloom once per season," she hummed, mindlessly walking towards the stands where her family was awaiting her arrival. The knight nodded thoughtfully, listening to her words with much care. The wooden stairs echoed their synchronized footsteps, Maedora's hand trailing the railway as she twirled the flower in between her fingers.

Ser Erryk remained five steps behind her, as he always did while, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His cloak returned to its rightful place on his shoulders, though grass stained some of the chaste white cloak. The princess took note of it so she could make sure to request her father to hand him a new one, a better one.

The chatter of people filled Maedora's ears as she reached the last step, breathing out a sigh of relief as she didn't exercise as much as she probably should. She quietly walked over to where her mother was seated, who quickly took notice of the princess. Aemma smiled widely at her daughter, admiring the dress with shimmering eyes.

"Maedora," she breathed out with obvious relief. If someone were to ask her whether something was the matter she would have said 'nothing' but frankly she was slightly anxious about whether her eldest daughter would show up as Rhaenyra had arrived at the stand alone. When asked about her sister's whereabouts she merely shrugged, mentioning something of a flower which only worried the Queen as she knew how mesmerised her eldest daughter got by them.

"There are truly no words to your beauty, dear," Aemma smiled, the princess returned the gesture enthusiastically before placing a gentle kiss on her mother's cheek. She turned towards her father who was deep in conversation with his hand Lord Otto Hightower before softly tapping his shoulder.

The King turned towards her with a frown, though it evaporated the moment his eyes laid upon her figure. "My Gods," he gaped, a joyful expression emerged on his face as he gazed at his firstborn child, who seemed to glow in the faint spring sunlight. "You look beautiful," he spoke as if there were no truer words, the princess giggled sweetly and the sound only seemed to broaden Viserys' smile. The girl placed a quick kiss upon his cheek, as she always did, before turning to her father's Hand who looked on in silence.

Lord Otto offered her a small smile once he noticed her gaze landed on him. Her lips quirked into a smile as she greeted the man warmly. "Good morrow Lord Otto," she twirled the flower between her nimble fingers while her father watched on in elation. "Good morrow to you as well, princess. I do hope you are enjoying your sixth and tenth nameday. I must admit that you truly are as beautiful as the Small Folk claim," his praise made the girl smile bashfully, not used to any compliments from the usual solemn man. "Thank you, Lord Otto, that is very considerate of you to say," she sent a final bright smile towards the two men before moving to join her sister while occasionally stopping to receive the congratulations from some Lords who sat on her father's council.

A sigh left her lips as she fell down into the seat beside Alicent's who watched on in amusement along with Rhaenyra. "I hadn't thought you would have made it here," her sister grinned as Maedora sent her a perplexed look, they had arrived together after all. "I would have thought you were chasing butterflies by now," she finished which made the elder princess smile slightly before looking down at the flower in her hands.

"Which one is that?" Alicent's voice was kind as it always was, her tone inquisitive whenever she asked Maedora about flowers. The princess smiled at the girl whose cheeks turned a light shade of pink once she took notice of how close their faces were, "This is a gladiolus, it signifies victory, strength, and integrity. I would gift it to you, but I don't suppose you will be competing in my name." Alicent faintly smiled at the jest, though it quickly fell from her face as she turned to face the arena. She was yet again reminded that she was no man but a mere woman. The princess took no notice of the change in attitude as she admired the flower, not particularly excited for the tournament.

"Be welcome! I know many of you have travelled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise you, you will not be disappointed." The King quickly silenced the mindless chatter of all those who had come. "When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. And this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share: Princess Maedora shall choose a man to husband!" However, that was only partially true, as Rhaenyra was the one to do the choosing. Nevertheless, it struck a chord with the crowd as they cheered loudly. Their prying eyes averted to the eldest princess who gazed off into the sky, already off on her adventures with her bee companions.

"May the luck of the Seven shine upon all combatants!" Viserys finished before sitting back down with a huff, while two knights entered the arena to commence the jousts. Maedora merely tuned out their grunts of pain and the clashes of swords, squinting to look up into the radiant sky. She tilted her head at the sight of a rather squarish cloud that resembled a lamb in her opinion. She could make out its furry legs along with its short tail- she shook her head, it wasn't a lamb but a skunk. At least an exceptionally short-tailed skunk, but she was convinced as she caught sight of the stripes on its back.

The sight in front of her darkened, the skunk-like cloud hidden behind the figure of her sister, who had moved to stand. Maedora blinked owlishly, turning her head to see what was going on. The knights from before were replaced with two different ones by now, and one of them stood underneath their balcony. Rhaenyra moved towards the edge, a sway in her movements as she said something to the man before throwing her garland over his lance. He had clearly just asked for her favor.

"Who was that?" The question startled Alicent who had assumed the princess to be far gone before collecting her composure. "Oh! It was Ser Harwin of House Strong," the girl quickly clarified. The princess nodded, she was fond of the knight though not in the way her sister was, and virtually wished him good luck. She wasn't too sure whether he'd receive her good fortune, especially not as he took a rather harsh land on his shoulder by the Lannister knight.

"Have you spoken to Gwayne yet? I heard him asking about you earlier this morn," Alicent questioned, a curious lilt to her tone as Maedora shook her head. "I haven't seen him," her reply was chaste as she noticed her cloud had deformed into something else entirely which led her to frown in concentration. The square was more evident in the figure, with something rectangular placed upon it. Maedora's eyes lit up in realisation, her lips quirking upwards as she recognised it to be a cake. Though now she longed to fill her belly with the delicacy.

The princess glanced back at the tourney that was held in her name, Ser Harwin had been named victorious but because of his severe injuries, he wouldn't be able to contest in any more jousts, which dejected her sister visibly. The knight sent Rhaenyra an apologetic glance, though she only grinned at him, concealing her disappointment so as not to hurt the kind knight. "A pity, he would have truly stood a chance at winning this," Alicent remarked, the two sisters nodding in agreement while two new knights entered the arena.

The auburn-haired girl straightened up at the sight of her brother, her face furrowed in concern as the two men rode closer to the stands. Gwayne had taken off his helmet, clearing his voice to ask for the princess' favor, but the knight of House Tyrell beat him to it. "Princess Maedora Targaryen! I was hoping to ask for your favor," the two younger girls turned toward the girl in question, who could only blink in surprise. "Go on!" Rhaenyra laughed as her sister slowly moved towards the railing of the balcony. She looked down to see Gwayne, fury plastered across his face as he glared at a pretty man named Laurel Tyrell.

The knight had luscious brown hair that almost turned into a shimmering golden hue as the sun shined down upon him. His eyes were a deep brown color, warmth radiated from him which quickly garnered Maedora's attention. His armor was beautifully crafted, flowers delicately engraved into the metal, which reminded the princess that his House was known for their beautiful plantation. She offered him a smile, lifting her arm to offer him the garland, before Gwayne suddenly spoke up from where he was seated on a white steed.

"I wish to ask for Princess Maedora's favor as well," her brows raised in surprise while her mouth fell slightly open, she turned to look at her mother as to what to do, but the Queen seemed just as surprised by this as her. She could only offer her daughter an encouraging smile while the King laughed loudly, amused by this whole ordeal, while his Hand rubbed his chin thoughtfully. In truth, Otto had not been anticipating his son to put himself out there like that, as he'd never expressed the desire for it. Notions crawled into his head as he wondered how he'd never thought of them before. He only had to cast a single glance at his son to realise that he was absolutely infatuated with the princess, who seemed to reciprocate the sentiment. His eyes fiercely lit up with a newfound determination, his gaze turning to the eldest princess, praying she'd choose his son over the knight of House Tyrell.

The princess turned back to look at the two knights, who patiently waited for her reply. Gwayne's heart hammered inside of his rib cage, his fingers tightening against the reins of his horse while Laurel seemed to be quite lax. The knight's eyes bore into Maedora, his gaze reminded her of their last escapade together, and she couldn't find it in her heart to betray him in this way. Honestly, she had made up her mind the moment her eyes landed on him and leaned over the railing, placing her garland over Gwayne's lance as whispers erupted throughout the crowd. The knight positively loosened, a charming smile gracing his features as he nodded at his Princess. "Thank you, my Princess. I won't disappoint you," his promise was filled with determination, his father didn't miss the possessiveness in his tone and watched on in satisfaction. Gwayne sent her a final look, his eyes sparkling as if the stars resided there, and Maedora could only nod with a joyous smile.

Laurel seemed to handle the rejection with grace as he smiled at the Targaryen, bowing his head slightly before moving to his position. A sigh left Maedora's lips as she turned to move back to her seat, where both Rhaenyra and Alicent looked at her with surprised eyes. "I was convinced you would have given Ser Tyrell your favor!" Her sister quietly exclaimed, her friend only nodding along. "Have you not known that I have been friends with Gwayne for years now?" Maedora questioned in bewilderment while the two girls looked at each other in surprise. "How could we have not known about this?" The younger princess sighed, leaning back in his seat as she processed the newfound information.

"Did you know about this Alicent?" Rhaenyra wondered aloud. The auburn-haired girl shook her head before hesitantly replying, "No, we are not very close. He rarely speaks of his personal life though I should have seen it coming since he requested your presence earlier this morn," Maedora seemed perplexed as she knew the boy to be restless, recounting her all of his stories while they hid from prying eyes but chose to remain silent. The three girls turned towards the joust, intent on watching what was about to transpire.

Gwayne let out a sigh, lowering his helmet as his sight became restricted. He tightened his hold on his lance, the pressure of winning for his princess weighing heavy on his heart. Especially now as Maedora was searching for a betrothed. He had felt hurt that she hadn't mentioned it to him when they'd met up in the field, having had to find out through his father at dinner the previous night. His eyes had snapped up, his lance nearly falling from his fingers as his brows furrowed. Nobody seemed to notice the shift in his behavior except for his father who internally complained about Rhaenyra making matters more difficult.

Gwayne had restrained himself from asking whether he'd been considered a suitor, wishing to convince the two princesses on his own accord. His father had oftentimes contemplated marrying Gwayne to some Lady of the realm, but the boy managed to hold his father off for years now as he had only ever wished to be with Maedora. Their relationship was difficult to explain, neither fully romantic nor platonic. The invisible line between friends and lovers was carefully walked on, with Gwayne holding himself back from fully jumping into the darkness as he wasn't entirely sure whether Maedora would be there to catch his fall. The girl's mind was a mystery to him, she'd never chased after boys as she remained ignorant to their obvious flirting.

He kicked his heels into his horse, surging forward with determination laced into his features that were hidden from sight. Laurel Tyrell rode his mount confidently, his lance held tightly as his steed galloped towards Gwayne.

Rhaenyra watched on curiously, concluding that this was to be a peculiar joust.

the 30TH © ioaezz, 2024.

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i just realised that i truly have free will. . . which means i can write about modern!reader dressed up as the lorax being transported into hotd ₍ᐡ-᷅ ·̫ -᷄ᐡ₎

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HOTD ♱ THE 30TH! ℳOONLIT ℳEETINGS

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ YEARS UPON YEARS THE ELDER SISTER of rhaenyra targaryen wondered as to how her luck never seemed to run out, that is until her unfortunate death that left the valyrian family shaken. whether she was blessed or cursed was up to perception as rhaenyra gave birth to her first child whom shared an eerily similar appearance with the late princess. . .

𝒫AIRING. . . slight!erryk cargyll x fem!oc, gwayne hightower x fem!oc, platonic!targ!family x oc

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 2.9k

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . wounds, maedora’s obliviousness to love that isn’t platonic, lovesick gwayne, ooc gwayne?

ℐOAEZZ. . . don’t ask me anything about the timeline. i hate it.

𝕾er Erryk quickly concluded that it wasn't as easy to wash a cat as he had previously assumed.

"Quick! He's going to flee!" Susannah cried out, her hair a mess and her dress soaked. She ran around the chamber, nearly slipping on the water that had spilled on the floor in an attempt to catch Daemon.

The cat screeched in outrage as Ser Erryk ultimately caught him, his paws flailing around as he tried to scratch the knight, who dismissed the sting in his arms. Maedora hurriedly walked up to him, towel in hand, to dry the poor creature. The linen engulfed the small cat and once Daemon seemed assured that they wouldn't douse him in water again he calmed down in the knight's arms.

"Is he not adorable?" The princess cooed, gently scratching her pet behind its ear as it purred against Ser Erryk's chest. "Yes, princess," the man agreed, unmoving in his stance so as not to bother the cat.

"What a freak," Susannah muttered under her breath, glaring at the cat that was snuggled up in soft and warm fabric while she was stuck in her drenched dress. Maedora turned around to see the damage in the bathing chamber and almost winced at the sight before dismissing her handmaiden to change into something warmer. "Go change Suzy," the princess ordered softly, her friend nodding in gratitude before bowing scarcely.

"Thank you, princess. I shall send servants to clean this mess," she declared before leaving the knight and princess alone. Maedora looked up from Daemon and noticed the cuts on Ser Erryk's arms. Her fingers moved up to cradle his hands as the man watched her in wonder.

"You are injured," she noted, her tone rather clouded and the knight didn't know what to say except for a superficial 'yes, Princess'. She hummed taking Daemon from his grasp and began her trek back toward her bedchamber. Ser Erryk dutifully followed her like a shadow, the rattle of his armor filling the silence.

"Come in Ser Erryk," Maedora carelessly left the door to her personal chambers open, not waiting for the knight as she placed the bundle that held Daemon on top of her bed. The man wavered for a moment as it was highly inappropriate for him to be alone with the princess, especially in her room but didn't object as he shut the door behind him before stationing himself in front of it as he waited for another command. Maedora walked over to her vanity table, her feet so light against the floor, that it almost seemed as if she was floating around. She dug through the drawers and once she was prosperous in her search she veered around to face the knight who had not moved an inch. "Come, sit," she told him, as she sat down on the velvet couch which was situated beneath an extensive window. Upon the palpable hesitation, Maedora looked up with amusement shimmering in her lilac eyes, "I do not bite."

A ghost of a smile appeared on the knight's face as he sat down, making sure to maintain a fair distance, but the princess paid it no mind as she shuffled closer. Her delicate hands reached for his bruised arms before she laid them across her lap. Ser Erryk was certain that if someone were to catch sight of them, he would be stripped of his titles and honor, but he couldn't find it in himself to care as he basked in Maedora's attention and soft touch. She took a moist cloth and carefully pressed it against the numerous scratches to get rid of the blood, while her other hand comfortingly caressed the back of his hand in a mindless manner.

"Do you hear the birds?" The inquiry took Ser Erryk by surprise as he was roused from his stupor. He glanced at the girl beside him as she carefully tended to his wounds before taking a moment to listen. He strained to hear the faint singing of the birds and wondered for an instant how Maedora had managed to pick up on it so easily before nodding, choosing to remain silent.

"I find their songs rather beautiful. Mother always said that I am sensitive to beautiful things," her eyes flickered to meet his gray ones before looking back down to his hands. She gave no further explanation, leaving the knight to figure out if there was some hidden context behind it or whether it was a fleeting thought that she had wished to share. Nonetheless, Ser Erryk enjoyed her way of speaking and selected not to dwell on any additional possibilities.

"You should make sure to change the dressings before you go to sleep," Maedora proclaimed already standing as she was suddenly drawn to the vase filled with all various kinds of flowers that stood on top of her drawer. "Thank you, Princess," the knight thanked her, his sentences short but heartfelt, which she appeared to appreciate.

"I am aware that my father has sent you to look after me, but I am to remain in my chambers for the rest of the day so you are dismissed," the smile she sent him made his cheeks redden, and if she noticed, she didn't say anything of it. He solemnly nodded and stood from his seat, before he could depart her private chambers he felt her gentle touch stop him. As he turned around, he caught sight of the purple flowers that were in her grasp and said nothing as she handed them to him.

"It is called lavender, it's known for its healing properties," she clarified, almost shy as she had frequently heard other Ladies gossip and giggle about her odd infatuation with flowers. Ser Erryk's expression softened, his eyes conveying a thousand words his mouth could not and that was all the princess had needed to understand what he had wished to say. His rough fingers grazed the stems as he made an effort to carefully accept the flowers so as not to harm them. The contrast of the delicateness of the flower and the rigor of his hand was particularly prominent, but it was rather endearing to Maedora.

The two shared a last smile, wishful words remaining unspoken as he took his leave with the flowers in hand. He didn't bother to pay anyone any mind as he quickly stopped by his own, much smaller quarters to gently put the flowers in a bowl with water. He made sure not to drown them before returning to his post with a much gentler grace than before, which was the effect that the eldest princess seem to have on most people.

Dinner was certainly eventful that evening as Maedora decided to bring her new pet along much to Rhaenyra's delight.

Her mother grimaced at the sight of the cat that was seated on her daughter's lap before sending her husband a look, but the king seemed delighted by the creature.

"Where have you found the cat, dear?" Viserys questioned, curious about his daughter's escapades. It was known to most that the king was infatuated with his eldest and her odd interests which were deemed inappropriate by some, but he always vigorously defended her.

"In a tree," she smiled, playing with the soup in front of her. Her family settled on leaving the question of how she got it out of there unanswered and quickly moved on.

"Does it have a name?" Rhaenyra cooed, already mesmerized by the sweet cat that preened under her affections. "Daemon," her father choked on his soup, servants quickly rushing over to aid him while her mother chuckled. "What a particular choice, sweet girl," Aemma smiled and Rhaenyra took a minute to purely appreciate the moment where the people dearest to her were enjoying themselves without a worry.

The conversation turned towards Rhaenyra and her dragon, Syrax whom she had taken on a flight earlier that day which then turned to her notifying them about an important decision she had taken.

"Sister, I have thought about what you said earlier this morning," Maedora turned to her, curiosity laced in her expression as she gave her full attention to her younger sister who seemed negligibly unsure. Their parents were surprised that Rhaenyra had come to a decision so early on, but were both pleased as they had thought that she would only stretch it on for much longer.

"I believe the way to determine who would be best fitted for you is to organize a ball. We will be able to see all of your potential suitors and select the most promising one," Viserys thought about it for a moment before nodding in agreement, already planning which houses he would need to notify of the event.

"That is a wonderful idea. Thank you Rhaenyra," the younger princess beamed at her sister, proud to have pleased her, and started clarifying further details. "When is this ball going to transpire?" Aemma wondered as she worried about the safety of it all, but she too knew it was time her eldest got married.

"Perhaps after the tourney on my nameday ?" Maedora suggested as she didn't mind the prospect of getting married as long as it didn't interfere with her own interests. "So soon already?" Aemma frowned, not wishing to see her sweet daughter truly become a woman of society, but Viserys quickly soothed her. "It is the perfect timing! There shall be plenty of honorable suitors present for Maedora's nameday that she won't have to go on a marriage tour. It is utmost convenient!" The king enthusiastically spoke.

"Very well then," Aemma's spirit slightly dampened, but she managed to send a weak smile at Maedora who didn't seem displeased with it all.

"Great!" Rhaenyra exclaimed before wrapping an arm around her sister's shoulder, "I will be there with you, and we shall find the perfect husband for you." The two princesses leaned into one another's touch and grinned in contentment. The remaining duration of dinner was spent conversing about Maedora's nameday.

Once she was excused from the table, she snuck away from her handmaiden with Daemon in her arms to her favourite clearing. Night had graced the sky once again, and moonlight lit the way for the princess as she journeyed the familiar path. When she reached the clearing, she let go of her cat to roam around as she approached a dim figure that was lying in the grass, right underneath the angelic moon. A large smile spread across her face once she realized who it was before impatiently running over. The figure who was lying down quickly sat up to see who had arrived, but only managed to let out a huff as the princess jumped into his arms.

"Gwayne!" She cheerfully exclaimed, her arms tightening around his neck as she breathed in his soothing fragrance. The boy's arms wrapped around her waist as a laugh left him, falling back into the grass as the two continued to hug each other. His auburn hair tickled her cheek, but she paid no mind to it as their bodies intermingled, familiar with every part of one another.

"I have missed you, Dora," he nearly whispered, and the girl merely tightened her arms around him. His hand stroked the back of her head that was hidden in the crook of his neck as she nearly laid on top of him while his other hand rested on her waist. The cold night air nipped at their skin, but they didn’t care for it as their bodies kept each other warm. Maedora pulled her face away from his neck to face him for the first time and examined his features with a smile.

"You look pretty," she mumbled as the boy smiled widely, placing a kiss on her cheek. A giggle left her lips as she weaved her hand through his hair, playing with the lengthy strands. "No prettier than you. You are simply ravishing dear," Gwayne had almost forgotten the fervent delight he felt around the princess but was elated to be reminded of it as warmth filled his heart once more.

Blush spread across her cheeks, and the boy took satisfaction in the sight of it as he softly caressed the pink-tinted skin on her face. "You cannot leave me again," Maedora murmured as she engulfed him again, reveling in his affections. "I wouldn't dream of it," the promise appeased the princess as silence filled the clearing. Their breathing was intermingled, and their heartbeats thrummed loudly in their chests.

"I got you a present," Gwayne abruptly proclaimed, and Maedora quickly sat up, her legs straddling her friend beneath her. She absolutely adored presents, and he knew that as he watched her with loving eyes. "What is it?" Her novelty couldn't be contained as she intertwined her fingers with his while he mischievously grinned.

"It is a surprise," the princess let out an impatient whine. Gwayne tugged her back into him, wrapping his defined arms firmly around her.

"I had your maid place it in your chambers but let us remain here for a little while more for I have truly missed you more than you could imagine," Maedora softened at his words as she, too, recalled the days she spent wishfully thinking of him."I love your hugs the most," her words spread warmth into him, and he pressed a kiss against the side of her head as a reply.

Hours were spent in the clearing, Maedora having fallen asleep long ago, while Gwayne made sure to capture everything about her so he wouldn't dare to forget this precious moment. It was only when the sun started ascending and birds roused that Gwayne decided to awaken the princess gently. The sight of her friend whom she hadn't seen in almost a year made her overlook all of her obligations for a moment before he urged her to get back to bed. Gwayne assisted her up and let her lean on him as she tried to wake up entirely.

"My cat," she mumbled, and the boy quickly spotted the white creature dozing off underneath the tree. He led her over to Daemon, and she leaned down to pick him up carefully, but the cat didn't seem to mind as it continued its sleep. Gwayne proceeded to guide the princess back to her bedchamber quietly and sent seething looks at maids and knights who were being too clamorous for his sweet Dora, who had yet to wake up properly.

He pushed the door to her chamber open and ushered her over to her bed before helping her lay down. As Maedora got more comfortable, he made sure she was covered by the duvet before kneeling in front of her bed. The princess opened her eyes, a soft but fatigued smile gracing her features as she peeked at him, which made him smile in turn.

"Sleep, I will tell you all about my adventures in Old town once you awaken," Gwayne vowed, placing a prolonged kiss on her forehead. "Gwayne?" The boy hummed as he played with her hair, admiring her beauty for as long as possible. "Meet me in the trees," the words caused the boy to chuckle before nodding. He pressed one final kiss against her head, his heart yearning to stay with her, but he resisted the heartache as he quietly walked away.

Later that morning, Maedora would awaken with the pleasant surprise of a present sitting prettily on her desk. The princess grinned, shoving the covers aside as she hopped out of bed to see what her friend had gotten her. She took a seat on the desk chair and curiously opened the package, which unveiled two books. One was considerably smaller with a faded pink cover and golden engravings that said 'Fairies of the flowers and trees'. The sight made her smile as she recollected sending him a letter about silly stories that described all sorts of mythical beings, but she hadn't presumed that he'd ever even remember it.

The second book was an opaque green color and appeared extensively ancient. The words on the lid were written in High Valyrian which stunned the princess as she read it 'Flowers of High Valyria'. An excited sentiment surged through her to read it, but she put the books aside as she caught sight of a remote bouquet which was fastened together by a string. The shade of the white carnations matched her hair, and Maedora brought them closer to her face to catch a breath of the scent.

Gwayne Hightower certainly knew how to impress Maedora Targaryen.

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HOTD ♱ THE 30TH! 𝒟AEMON 𝒯HE 𝒞AT

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ YEARS UPON YEARS THE ELDER SISTER of rhaenyra targaryen wondered as to how her luck never seemed to run out, that is until her unfortunate death that left the valyrian family shaken. whether she was blessed or cursed was up to perception as rhaenyra gave birth to her first child whom shared an eerily similar appearance with the late princess. . .

𝒫AIRING. . . slight!erryk cargyll x fem!oc, platonic!targ!family x fem!oc

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 3.4k

𝒢ENRE. . . teeny tiny bit of romance, fluff, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . mention of marriage with a minor?

ℐOAEZZ. . . don’t worry gwayne will appear in the next part! but unfortunately it’ll take a while before cregan will make an appearance ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

𝓢treaks of sunlight fell upon Maedora Targaryen's carefully sculpted features. Her eyelashes fluttered against her rosy cheeks as she lay motionlessly on the moist grass. She quietly listened to the delicate breeze around her as spring graced the kingdom once again.

She curled her fingers around a couple of blades of grass, the moisture that rested on them tickling her warm skin. A contented sigh left her tinted lips, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards as she relished the early morning air.

"Princess!" A shrill voice pierced through the atmosphere, scaring off any animals that might have been near. Clamorous footsteps followed, stomping down any flower on the way toward the oldest princess who remained unbothered. Only when the figure of Susannah Vaughn loomed over her did she choose to open her eyelids, revealing a pair of lively lilac eyes.

Her handmaiden wore an expression of both exhaustion and aggravation as she looked down at her princess who gazed at her with a barely hidden amusement. The white-haired girl moved to sit upright as her friend quickly crouched down to rid the back of her gown of any remaining grass or grime. A huff left the older girl at the sight of the dirtied pink gown that she helped put on earlier that morning but said nothing of it as it was a rather common occurrence.

"It is only seven in the morrow and yet, you have already managed to escape my sight," Susannah complained before sitting down beside the princess who wishfully stared at the pond in front of them. Maedora narrowly tilted her head, her eyes flickering to her friend before speaking, "I apologise about the continuous worry that I seem to cause you Suzy, but I merely could not stand to listen to Septa Cantrell any longer."

"She is quite a bore," her handmaiden agreed with a nod, pressing her knees up to her chest as she rested her chin upon them. Maedora turned to the older girl who reciprocated her stare before they both burst into soft giggles that filled the empty clearing.

Once their laughter subdued they mutually decided to relish the quietness for a while more, both merely wishing to forget their duties and watch the captivating sunrise in a place where nobody could find them. It was not uncommon for the two girls to hide away like this and once, when Susannah had just started her job as the princess' handmaiden, she had nearly gotten fired by the king himself when Maedora had disappeared for an entire day. Had it not been for the white-haired girl pleading with her father to let her keep her, she would have had to become a septa like her parents initially had desired.

"What kind of flower would you be?" The inquiry snapped Susannah out of her daze as she glimpsed at her friend with wide eyes. She pondered for a second, deep in thought before clearing her throat.

"I suppose I'd like to be a poppy. What about you?" Only mere seconds passed before Maedora replied, evidently already knowing what she had wanted to say. "Peonies," Susannah mulled over it for a bit before nodding, visualizing her friend as a lone light pink peony in a meadow that had horses freely running around.

"A fine choice," were the only words she said as she kept her imagination to herself, feeling silly that she'd even think about something like that at the age that she was.

"Perhaps we should go back, your father would wish for you to break your fast with him and your family," Susannah proposed, already pushing herself off the ground. The princess nodded in reluctance before she got up with the assistance of her friend, her dress stained, but she paid it no mind as the two held hands while sauntering back towards the castle.

However, just before they could leave the clearing, Susannah felt a tug on her arm and when she looked back, she caught sight of Maedora leaning down to pluck numerous Daffodils. The girl smiled at the flowers in her hand before she placed one of them behind her friend's ear. Her handmaiden grinned at her before taking the others to put them between her braids, the yellow flowers harmonizing with her silvery-golden strands that were braided intricately.

"Now we can go," Maedora smiled softly at her friend before tugging her toward the castle where her family was already waiting for her, not minding her unpunctuality as it was a relatively standard affair. The stroll back was brisk, with no small talk as the two girls were lost in their minds. However, Maedora made sure to greet everyone she knew, so as to please her mother. Quickly enough they reached the dining chamber and once the guards had spotted them they opened the doors before announcing her arrival.

The two girls let go of one another, Susannah scurrying off where the other maids of the castle ate, while Maedora strode towards her family with a spring in her step. "Maedora," her mother beamed, delighted to see her daughter before kissing her on her cheek as the princess made her rounds around the table.

"You look beautiful this morning," her mother complimented as she gazed upon her daughter, who seemed put together for once in her life. Her hair wasn't falling out of her braid, her face wasn't smudged with something which was usually either food or soil, and the ends of her dress weren't ripped. The eldest daughter smiled at her mother, nodding her head before spinning to greet her father, and Aemma let out an exasperated sigh at the sight of the back of the dress that was stained from the damp grass.

"I am glad you could find time in your elaborate schedule to break your fast with your dear family," her father chuckled joyfully as he as well, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, his eyes shifting to meet those of his wife who watched on in endearment. "I was thinking you would be swimming with the frogs by now," Rhaenyra teased before engulfing her older sister into a hug as she giggled, reminiscing the summer when she leaped into the pond to cool off while playing with the frogs.

Ser Harwin Strong was not exceptionally cheerful to be her temporary knight that day, seeing that he was the one who had to fish her out of the water.

"Perhaps in a few moons I could go for another swim," Maedora quipped before sitting down beside Rhaenyra, already reaching for the carrot cake. Her mother sent her a disapproving look, but the younger girl entirely ignored her as she stuffed her mouth with her favorite treat. "I like the flowers in your hair. Which ones are those again?" Viserys questioned, attempting to recall all those complicated flower names that his oldest daughter had divulged to him on multiple occasions.

"Those are Daffodils, father," the girl hummed while Rhaenyra scoffed at the way that her sister was eating, you'd think she was starved for weeks on end. "Ah yes! Lovely flowers, dear," he smiled heartily at his eldest who reciprocated the gesture enthusiastically. When she'd somewhat chewed through the massive chunk of cake in her mouth, she turned to her sister who was taking a sip from her goblet.

"Iz Alizend nof eafen gid uc?" Aemma scrunched her face up in disgust while Rhaenyra snorted making their mother sigh in utter disbelief, wondering whether she'd truly raised a pair of princesses or some commoner's sons. "Swallow your food before speaking, sister. I could not understand you," Maedora took a gulp of her water, to wash away any food before turning back to her sister who was eyeing her expectantly.

"I wondered whether Alicent would join us to break our fast," she recited, hoping to see the older girl around as she took a liking to her. "No, she decided to spend the morning with her family upon her father's request since her brothers are visiting from Old town," Rhaenyra seemed quite irked that her friend seemed to be elsewhere but Maedora merely hummed before resuming her breakfast.

"Maedora, dear, your six and tenth name day is the following week, and yet you have not found a husband," Aemma abruptly declared. The older princess nodded aimlessly while watching the birds fly around outside which made her mother feel desperate to understand her firstborn child who seemed to be prancing around through life without a single thought or worry in her mind.

She truly adored Maedora, but she was already passing the customary age of marriage and still indicated entirely no interest in anyone. At one point, she was even prepared to marry her daughter to someone of common background if that was what she deeply desired. Rhaenyra frowned at the words that hung in the air while their father sat at the head of the table in uncomfortable silence, choosing to remain silent for the time being. If she were to be honest, the younger princess did not wish to see her sister married off to some Lord that wouldn't understand her. Even though she herself could not find common ground with her sister occasionally, she loved her regardless. "Mother-" Rhaenyra began but was quickly interrupted by Maedora, who suddenly decided to respond.

"I'll wed the man of Rhaenyra's choosing," everyone at the table gaped at her with broad eyes, even the maids ceased in their movements for a second.

"What now?" Viserys spluttered as a wide Cheshire grin started spreading across Rhaenyra's face and dread began to fill their parents at the sight. "I have truly no interest in marriage, but I trust Rhaenyra to select a respectable man for me," Maedora heaved already becoming miserable about this marriage talk, not that she cared much, which was quite evident to her family members.

"Are you certain that-?"

"I accept! I shall find a fine husband sister," Rhaenyra excitedly interrupted her mother as she jumped up from her seat, rushing to find her friend to commence a search for a groom for her older sister. Aemma pursed her lips as she scrutinized how Rhaenyra practically skipped out of the dining chambers while Viserys offered her a sheepish smile as he, too, didn't know what to do in this situation. Their attention then turned towards their eldest, who was already pouring herself a cup of tea.

"Would you like some tea mother?" She offered, not looking up from her cup as if in deep thought. Aemma hummed, motioning for the maid to leave it be since it should usually be their job to pour the drinks in. "And you father?" Viserys nodded, handing her his cup while looking at her wistfully. His little girl was all grown now, and he could do nothing to stop it.

The three proceeded to sip their teas in silence as the two adults were still straining to deduce what to say to their daughter, who remained unbothered. "I shall take my leave, I believe I saw a cat on my way here," Maedora bid her parents goodbye before walking out, not paying Susannah any mind as she joined her side again. "Ser Erryk?" Viserys sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as the knight stepped forward dutifully.

"Yes, my grace?"

"Follow her, will you? Make sure she stays out of trouble," the knight solemnly nodded, sharing a brief glance with his brother before pursuing the oldest princess who was known around the palace to put herself in rather unfortunate situations.

"Where are we going, princess?" Susannah questioned as she walked beside her friend who seemed to have a destination in mind. "The garden," her answer was short as she knew her friend wouldn't want her to go scouring for stray cats. Her handmaiden simply nodded, deciding not to pry as they wandered through familiar paths that they had taken earlier in the morning, but this time they turned left instead of right.

Nobles, maids, and knights alike bowed to the King's eldest daughter as they walked past one another, but Maedora paid them no mind, merely nodding her head at them out of courtesy until they reached the royal garden. The sun had now properly settled at the top of the sky, radiating warmth which was a stark contrast to the cool corridors of the castle. Maedora quickly started looking around while Susannah chose to take a seat on one of the benches while no guards were around to scrutinize her.

"What are you even looking for Dora?" Her friend sighed as she played with the ends of her hair. Many deemed the girl a lazy maid, and they weren't necessarily wrong, Susannah frequently complained about her ruined hair or how her feet hurt and often times dozed off during her hours of work, but Maedora liked her and knew she was faithful to her, so she stayed. "A cat," her reply was grunted as she was probing in the bushes while her handmaiden hummed.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound captured the princess' attention as she vacated the rose bushes towards the large tree that she hadn't searched yet. "Meow!" The girl glimpsed upward only to discover a large pair of green eyes staring back at her. The cat helplessly swished its tail around, disheartened that it didn't manage to get down.

Maedora didn’t ponder much about it and decided to play hero that day, already climbing the tree clumsily. It wasn't her first time, but wearing a gown and heeled boots didn't make it any easier. Only after an extent of silence and discontented grunts did Susannah look up from her carefully manicured nails only to jump up in horror at the sight in front of her.

"Princess! That isn’t safe!" She surged towards the tree in terror, her eyes wide in both astonishment and disbelief. She then quickly spun around in the hopes of finding some guard or knight but huffed in frustration when she realized that they were truly alone. It was just in that moment that Maedora reached the sturdy branch where the cat had been stuck on and carefully sat down. She cradled the remote creature into her arms as she gazed down at her friend.

"Can you come down?!" Susannah called from below as she assessed the odd situation at hand which seemed to become a daily occurrence. "No! Not with the cat! Can you go fetch someone?" The white-haired girl replied, resolving to make herself at least a little more comfortable, as she figured it would take a while before her handmaiden would find someone who could help.

"I'll be right back!" Susannah answered before rushing away in a haste. Maedora looked down once more before resting her back against the trunk of the tree, relishing in the view that the height gave her. Her attention then diverted to the tiny cat in her arms that appeared to have settled down. It was supposed to be white, that much she could tell, but filth stained the cat's pristine fur. The princess gently moved her hand to pet its head with much care, and it only made the creature purr in satisfaction.

"What should I name you?" The girl wondered, turning her gaze back to the bustling city that seemed to come alive again after the remnants of the night had entirely faded away. "Perhaps Daemon. Your fur is the same shade as his hair," she hummed in thought, but her peace was yet again interrupted by someone who stood at the base of the tree.

Ser Erryk couldn't imagine how the princess managed to climb into a tree in the few minutes that he wasn't there. He stared up at the girl in a mix of amusement and concern as she looked down at the knight. "Princess, let me assist you down," he urged as Maedora recklessly shifted in her seat, which made his breath hitch.

"You should aid Daemon first!" The knight looked on in disarray as she presented him with a dirty white cat that simply meowed in dissatisfaction before he hesitantly nodded at her wishes. "I promise to catch uh- Daemon!" He vowed as the girl glanced at him doubtfully before choosing to trust the man and carefully letting go of the cat that quickly fell into his arms. Relief was etched on her face at the sight of Daemon safely back on the ground as Ser Erryk let go of the cat to turn his attention back to the princess.

"Can you climb down?" He surveyed, but the girl shook her head, thinking back to a past incident with Ser Harwin. "Then you'll have to jump." He started removing his silver armor, knowing it would be uncomfortable for both of them, while Maedora readied herself for the fall. Once Ser Erryk subtracted the upper half of the plates and only remained in his tunic, he nodded at her as she blindly chose to trust him not to let her fall before thrusting herself off the edge of the branch.

For a couple of seconds, she was pummeling down at a rather rapid speed, but she enjoyed the moments of free fall as she wondered whether this was how birds felt before she landed in Ser Erryk's arms. The man grunted at the sudden weight, straining to dismiss the tingles he felt in his neck where she was resting her hand to steady herself. Maedora turned to him with a grateful expression, sending him a captivating smile that could turn any man into putty, Ser Erryk being no exception.

"Thank you, Ser Erryk," she remained in his arms for a moment longer, taking no notice of the intimate proximity of their faces. "It was nothing, princess," he managed to utter, trying to commit each of her features into his mind as he was sure he'd never get an opportunity to be this close to her. As the silence hung between them, Ser Erryk realized that he was still holding her and quickly but carefully put her back down.

Maedora smiled at him but before anything else could be said, she took notice of Daemon hiding beneath a bench and rushed over to him, much to the man's astonishment. "Daemon," she cooed, and the creature required no further encouragement to leap into her awaiting arms while Ser Erryk put his armor back on. The sound of hurried footsteps approaching caught the duo's attention as they turned only to find a hysterical Susannah and Ser Harwin.

"Princess!" Her handmaiden cried out in relief before engulfing her in a hug, the two knights taking notice of the lack of professionalism of the older girl but paying no mind to it. "How did you get down?" She questioned her friend, who continued to pet the cat in her arms. "Ser Erryk assisted me," Maedora smiled at the knight in question in gratitude, who simply nodded, eyeing Ser Harwin cautiously.

"I am glad the princess is well. I shall take my leave if I am not needed," the older man grinned before departing swiftly to get back to his job. Ser Erryk hesitantly remained in place, glancing between the two girls before deciding to stay until commanded otherwise. Susannah looked the princess over in case she was injured somewhere but frowned at the sight of the animal in her arms. Daemon's bright-green eyes met hers and a hiss left the creature's small body as it inclined further into his savior who seemed to be looking at it with heart-shaped eyes.

"Isn't Daemon simply darling?" The white-haired girl seemed wholly taken by the cat, while both Susannah and Ser Erryk grimaced.

"... I am sure he'll look better after a good wash," her handmaiden weakly smiled and the princess nodded in agreement, abruptly turning on her heel to primp the cat.

"Ser Erryk would you mind helping me and my handmaiden groom Daemon? I'm certain it won't take too much of your time," Maedora requested, her feet already taking her toward her bathing chamber. "Of course, my princess," the knight's gruff voice sounded rather surprised, but he followed the duo, his hand resting on his sword that hung on his hip in case anything occurred as he thought about his princess' request.

Surely washing a cat couldn't be too difficult?

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HOTD ♱ THE 30TH! 𝒮HORT ℐNTRO

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ YEARS UPON YEARS THE ELDER SISTER of rhaenyra targaryen wondered as to how her luck never seemed to run out, that is until her unfortunate death that left the valyrian family shaken. whether she was blessed or cursed was up to perception as rhaenyra gave birth to her first child whom shared an eerily similar appearance with the late princess. . .

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 0.3k

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . mention of death

ℐOAEZZ. . . i know that this is so short but keep in mind that this is a very very short introduction!! && why was it so hard to come up with a targaryenesce name that doesn’t sound copy pasted (っ- ‸ - ς)

Maedora Targaryen never cared about politics, nor did she care for her lessons with her septa. Her father thought that perhaps her interest would be caught by the training grounds but quickly dismissed that thought once he caught wind of his firstborn daughter fleeing the knight assigned to train her.

It took her father nearly six years to understand that his daughter was a free spirit with no qualms about duty. Unfortunately being a princess, meant that she had obligations which she had to tend to but Viserys attempted to savor his daughter's soft heart and pureness for as long as he could allow.

When the time came, hundreds of Lords asked for her hand but Maedora stated that her younger sister, Rhaenyra may choose her groom as she trusted her opinion more than anything. Her father reluctantly agreed and could only sigh in desperation as his youngest daughter turned away almost every man during the special ball hosted for Maedora, claiming that they were not worthy of her gentle elder sister. This went on for the entirety of the evening until Rhaenyra finally realised that the man she’d been scouring for was right underneath her nose, and while she'd rather have her sister remain unmarried she knew it had to be done.

The marriage was to be held in the early hours of a spring morning, upon Maedora's request. The preparations that had been going on for months on end finally seemed to pay off as the wedding attracted thousands of guests from all over the Seven Kingdoms. It came as upmost unexpected when the young girl passed away due to circumstances unknown to most. Rhaenyra grieved for her beloved sister for years, only managing to fill the gaping hole that her death left when she gave birth to her first child.

Aeowyn Velaryon had come as a shock to the realm. The older she grew, the more she looked like the King's late daughter. It was clear to anyone that she was Maedora Targaryen born again, the only difference being that Maedora had vibrant lilac eyes while Aeowyn's were more akin to a dark brown color. Which, in Alicent's opinion greatly resembled those of her Sworn Shield.

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HOTD ♱ THE 30TH! ℳASTERLIST

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ YEARS UPON YEARS THE ELDER SISTER of rhaenyra targaryen wondered as to how her luck never seemed to run out, that is until her unfortunate death that left the valyrian family shaken. whether she was blessed or cursed was up to perception as rhaenyra gave birth to her first child whom shared an eerily similar appearance with the late princess. . .

𝒫AIRING. . . gwayne hightower x fem!oc, cregan stark x fem!oc + slight!erryk cargyll x fem!oc

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . profanity, targcest (not reader though), violence, death, further warnings will be added to each chapter

ℐOAEZZ. . . this is currently crossposted on tumblr & wattpad! i was thinking of adding it to ao3 as well but if that’ll happen i’ll make sure to announce it! after a long thought process i’ve decided to keep it an x oc story instead of an x reader!

♱ act one

001 𝒟AEMON 𝒯HE 𝒞AT 3.4k

002 ℳOONLIT ℳEETINGS 2.9k

003 ℬEES 𝒜ND 𝒥OUSTS 4.6k

004 ． ． ．

♱ extra’s

001 𝒮HORT ℐNTRO 0.3k

002 ． ． ．

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just saw a request that is so mind boggling & heart wrenching but i can’t find it in me to write it ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა sorry to the anon! it’ll take a while!

[ioaezz]

hi love <33

i was just reading and i was wondering if you have a stray kids masterlist? i didnt see it on your main one but i saw one part of the a series of skz, i hope i didnt come off as rude <33

hii! i’ve decided to stop writing for skz a while ago as well as all other kpop groups but haven’t found the motivation to take everything down from my page! sorry for the misunderstanding && don’t worry about seeming rude!! ๑´ ³`)ﾉ

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your theme is gorgeous! omg!

hii!! thank you so much! i’ve wanted to change it for a while but couldn’t come up with anything good so i’m glad you liked it! ˆ𐃷ˆ

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woke up from my hibernation :D

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it should be fixed now! 😽

Hello beloved please can you put your fics under a read more I have been scrolling for twenty minutes to see the next post in the hotd tag

hii!! omg sorry i thought it did that automatically 😭😭 i’m trying to figure it out rn though!! 🫶

[ioaezz]

Hello beloved please can you put your fics under a read more I have been scrolling for twenty minutes to see the next post in the hotd tag

hii!! omg sorry i thought it did that automatically 😭😭 i’m trying to figure it out rn though!! 🫶

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is there any way you can put a warning for death in childbirth for the cregan stark fic? some people might find that subject matter triggering

yes of course! i’m sorry if it triggered someone, i wasn’t too certain what to put there but i’ll change it right now. if there is anything else please don’t hesitate to tell me!

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CREGAN STARK ♱ 𝒯HE ℰND

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ KING VISERYS HOSTS a tourney and feast after the birth of his seventh grandchild, though you’d rather hide yourself in your books, dreaming of your own prince charming. fortunately for you he comes in the form of a muscular, brooding northerner named cregan stark.

𝒫AIRING. . . cregan stark x fem!velaryon!reader

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 11.4 k

𝒢ENRE. . . lots of romance, fluff, angsty ending, no dance of the dragon au, love at first sight, kinda grumpy x sunshine but not really.

𝒲ARNINGS. . . profanity, ooc cregan?, unrealistic relationships, death in childbirth, mention of decapitation, targcest (not reader tho), reader has white hair and violet eyes but her father isn’t explicitly described, pregnancy, nudity, birth, mention of sex, blood, aegon, not proofread, uhhh i think that’s it??

ℐOAEZZ. . . this has been in my drafts for a while but i was too lazy to publish it… anyways it was supposed to be a small drabble but turned out much longer than i had expected.

ℬooks had always been your form of escapism. The fairytales kept the harsh reality off your mind even if for only a couple of hours. Your brothers never understood your love for it as they preferred to fly around on their dragons. Your mother found this passion of yours endearing and wasn't surprised to discover that you weren't as opposed to marriage as she had been when she was younger.

The tales in your books spoke of true love. Both passionate and gentle, which you couldn't help but crave to have one day. Although the couples that surrounded you weren't as sincere as you would have liked for yourself, you still held out some hope that you would find your own Prince Charming.

He came in the form of Lord Cregan Stark. A brooding, muscular man from the North who hadn't even given marriage a thought until his council forced it upon him. He needed heirs they had said and so with much protest, he began scouring for a wife that could take on the title 'Lady of Winterfell'. He had never dared to even consider you, who was the princess of the realm, believing that both your status and blood would not be fit for the brutal winters in the North.

Yet when he met you for the very first time at a tournament in King's Landing to celebrate the birth of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena's second child, he couldn't imagine having anyone else as his wife. He could still vividly remember the way your pastel pink dress hugged your form as you sat beside your younger brothers, a book in your grasp as you entirely ignored the cries of a knight who had been decapitated. As much as he tried, he was unable to rip his eyes off you as a remote smile graced your lips at something that must have occurred in your book.

During the feast that followed you were seated at the extensive table in the front, between your uncle Aemond and brother Jacaerys as some form of barrier to separate the Greens from the Blacks. Music was played beautifully and people danced joyfully, yet you remained invested in the happenings of your book. Cregan cast a look at the Maester he had brought with him before moving to stand. The people around him watched on in curiosity, the Lord of Winterfell didn't exactly seem like the dancing type. He made his way towards your table, bowing his head at the King and Queen as well as to your mother, who was just as inquisitive as everyone else.

He shifted to stand in front of you, not that you noticed as you turned another page of your book. Cregan didn't mind your oblivion, waiting patiently for you to notice him which could have taken much longer if not for Prince Daemon who nudged you softly. You looked up at your step-father with questioning eyes before turning to face the Lord who your father motioned to. A blush spread across your face as you ultimately caught sight of the handsome man in front of you who watched on in amusement.

“I apologize for not noticing you earlier Lord Stark,” your voice was sweeter than any honey he had ever tasted, which made his heart throb beneath the layers of fur. “It is I who must apologize for distracting you, princess. I take it is an entertaining story you were reading?” the words caused Aemond to scoff as he quietly listened on but neither of you took notice of it.

Your eyes shone brightly at the mention of your book, exhilarated at the prospect of sharing something so dear to you, “it certainly is one of my preferred books. I could lend it to you if you wish?” Your offer entertained Cregan as he'd never even considered reading something that hadn't been for studies, but he nodded nonetheless.

“Perhaps you could tell me more about it whilst we share a dance,” his offer was sly, Rhaenyra had to give it to him, but she was pleased as long as her daughter was. Heat rose to your cheeks as you shyly nodded, not used to such kind Lords who were truly interested in you. You rose to your feet, placing your beloved book on your chair before stepping around the table. He offered his arm which you gratefully took only to be stunned by his muscles which were hidden underneath the layers of clothing. Cregan had quickly taken notice of your astonishment and felt a sense of satisfaction fill him as his lips scarcely tugged upwards.

He led you towards the dance floor as people got out of your way, but your gaze remained on the man beside you. His dark eyes met your violet ones, which sent your heart racing as you offered him a nervous smile. You fell into the rhythm of the music, dancing with such a grace that left Cregan speechless, but he had to snap out of his daze if he wished to impress you.

“I like your accent,” the words escaped your lips so easily which startled him. His eyes dilated, his eyebrow raised as a rare grin rose on his handsome face. “Thank you, princess. I find yours entrancing as well,” his low voice sent flutters through your stomach as you smiled at him. “I must admit, I have never seen anyone so enraptured by a mere book.” The excitement rose in you once more at the turn in conversation, speaking with much vigor, which Cregan appreciated more than anything.

Your evening was spent with the Warden of the North, never straying too far from him as conversation flew between you, never faltering. Your family had witnessed this as well, deeming it unusual behavior from you but not unwelcome. After all, it had been time for you to get married, which Rhaenyra attempted to put off for as long as possible in the hopes that you would find a husband on your own.

“Is this Cregan Stark still available?” Your mother questioned as the King glanced at his wife with much excitement, which she didn't reciprocate.

“Yes, he has yet to marry. I heard he is in search of a wife,” Viserys expressed his elation effortlessly which made his eldest son envious of his niece as the King hadn't even been half as delighted during his marriage, not even for the birth of his grandchildren. The following day most Lords and Ladies began returning towards their own regions, which included Cregan Stark.

The man felt disappointment within him that he would be parting from you so soon, but you had promised him the evening before to come bid him farewell in the morning. A profound frown was etched upon his face, which perished at the sight of you approaching him in a simple yet exquisite red dress. The rather sad expression you wore tugged at his heartstrings as he took quick steps to reach you. His hands enveloped your soft ones, and he pressed a gentle kiss on them which made you smile bashfully.

“I shall miss our banter, Lord Stark,” you mumbled, heart heavy, but the man attempted to soothe you despite his own heartache. “There are no words to describe how much I will as well my princess.” A reassuring smile tugged at his lips, streaks of his hair flying around at a sudden soft breeze of wind. Your eyes softened, and you glanced around to make sure there were no eyes pointed towards you before quickly engulfing him in a hug that took him by surprise. While he knew it would be frowned upon, he couldn't resist wrapping his arms around you to relish in your touch.

You stayed like that for a couple more moments before you had to let go. However before you got another chance to say anything, a hand abruptly fell upon your shoulder. You jolted slightly, taken by surprise only to relax once you saw it was your father. Cregan narrowed his eyes at the sight of the Rogue Prince but respectfully bowed his head, which amused Daemon.

“The King has requested your presence,” his words were laced with what you could only call mirth as Cregan furrowed his brows in puzzlement but nodded nonetheless. The two men walked beside one another, their presence demanding respect, as you were left to follow them with a much softer grace.

The three of you entered the throne hall where your grandsire was seated, the Queen by his side whilst your mother stood on his left with a reassuring smile on her face. "Your Grace," Cregan bowed deeply, his form tense as he awaited what Viserys had wished to discuss.

"I propose a betrothal," the words were straightforward and surprised the both of you. Your fingers clenched behind your back as you remained impassive, keeping your shoulders wide and chin high, "my daughter has brought the notion to my attention to betroth you to my firstborn granddaughter, princess Y/n Velaryon as I heard you were in search for a wife." Your eyes widened and jaw slackened as you glanced between your family who were watching you with a keen eye. You then turned your gaze towards Cregan who met your eyes with much vigor. His eyes were questioning whether you wished for this as well and at the quirk of the corners of your mouth he smiled in return, relief falling upon him as he realised you would remain by his side.

"I heartily agree with this proposal," his voice was low yet clear, and it sent shivers down your spine as you watched your betrothed with adoration despite only knowing him for a day.

The king smiled widely, "This is absolutely wonderful news!" He cheered loudly. Alicent cast her gaze down, a trembling sigh leaving her lips as she thought about what this meant, "Though it does bring us to the complication of agreements." Cregan dutifully nodded his head as a thoughtful look appeared on his face while you watched on in worry that he might retract his previous statement due to you being Rhaenyra's heir.

"As Princess Y/n is Princess Rhaenyra's heir she shall inherit the throne one day, and you will have to become her King-consort," Cregan had realised this as well and nodded along, figuring it would be long from now that this would happen, and he would have an heir of his own to become Warden of the North, "Your firstborn child will be set to inherit the Iron Throne and your second-born will inherit Winterfell."

Your breath hitched as you awaited Cregan's reply, hoping he would agree, "I see no issue with this, your grace," a wide smile spread across your face. Your feet itched to move closer to your betrothed who couldn't stand to be away from you either, but he had a final proposition to make, "Though I have one request." Your mother raised her brow in anticipation, wondering what he might have to say, while your grandsire nodded.

"I wish for the wedding to take place in Winterfell, in the way of the Old Gods," Alicent was quick to protest but Viserys hushed her as he pondered about it. He cast a glance at his daughter who didn't seem to be against it, she knew her daughter wasn't exceptionally religious.

"Very well, you shall travel back to Winterfell and within six moons we will follow for the marriage," the King agreed. Cregan nodded, bowing a final time before turning to leave with a pleased expression on his face. On his way out, he intertwined his hand with yours which sent your heart fluttering as you followed him outside.

"I am sorry you didn't have a say in this-" but before Cregan could finish his sentence, you wrapped your arms around his neck, much more intimate than the modest hug that you had shared earlier. "Do not apologise. I could not have been happier with this betrothal," you mumbled into his ear, his face pressed into your neck as he smiled widely, which was so unlike his usual brooding expression.

The months passed by far too slowly in your opinion. Winter washed over, and your grandfather ensured that supplies were sent to Winterfell so they could survive this winter more easily. Some on the council had protested as they had never done such a thing before, but the King declared it final as Winterfell was about to become your home. Cregan was grateful for the supplies which greatly helped his people, but a lingering bitterness remained at the fact that so many lives could have been spared if the King had done this sooner.

The preparations for your wedding were larger than the one of your uncle and aunt, the entire realm was eager for the marriage of the woman that would become their Queen one day. The people in the North were delighted to be able to host such an extensive event, as it took their minds off the dreary weather. The wedding would take place in the middle of the summer during the warmest days of the North, but snow would still cover everything in sight.

You exchanged letters with Cregan through ravens, who was always delighted to receive them as you told him everything that had happened since your last letter. It took the young Lord a while to come up with his own anecdotes as he was a man of few words, but he made an effort for you as he knew how much joy the letters brought you. He had given you the charge of most things like flower arrangements, cake, and guests as he wished for you to have your dream wedding like within your stories while he handled the more tedious aspects.

When the week of the wedding finally approached you couldn't wipe the smile off your face, much to your family's pleasure. They listened on and on about your dear Cregan who had sent you new books. Your brothers had the tendency to whine about it, but your stepsisters quickly shut them up with a kick to the shin as they admired how you radiated contentment.

By the time you and your family would be departing from Dragonstone on dragon back, most of the Kingdom had already reached Winterfell. They stayed in the most luxurious inns the North had to offer, which wasn't quite a lot while suffering from the cold.

You climbed upon Vermithor, who seemed glad to see you, and you could only pray he wouldn't mind the cold too much. You and your family left Dragonstone together, everyone flying on their respective dragon, joyful to be spending time together before you would be separated from them. Your uncles and aunt had wished to travel by dragon as well, even willing to fly with your family, but their mother had refused, ordering them to ride in the carriage with her and their father.

It took you a couple of days to reach Winterfell and you had to admit it was colder than you had expected, but you didn't mind it as much as Lucerys who was shaking in his boots. You admired the white snow that covered every surface when people started shouting from beneath, announcing your presence. Cregan stood at the clearing they had prepared for the dragons with his half-sister somewhere behind him, watching on in amazement as the large creatures landed.

His eyes were filled with marvel as he saw the different sizes and colors of the dragons, recalling all the things you wrote about your beloved Vermithor. His gaze searched for you atop your dragon and once he finally found you his heart leaped in his throat, his hands itching to touch you after such a long time apart. Caraxes screeched loudly as people all flocked around, in an attempt to see their future Lady for the first time. Daemon was the first one to descend his dragon, followed by Rhaenyra and Rhaenys.

Lucerys all but clumsily fell off Arrax, his teeth chattering as Rhaena caught him with a hearty laugh after having climbed off Meleys. You chuckled at the sight, patting Vermithor as he attempted to acclimatize to the cold weather. He bowed down for you to descend him and Cregan's breath was caught in his throat as he all but wished to wrap you within his arms, but he knew better than to approach you with so many dragons around. Once you noticed your betrothed, a smile appeared on your face, and you dismissed the whispers around you as the people of Winterfell gawked at you.

Although everything within you screamed to jump into his arms as you had yearned to for months, you stepped closer to your family as it was your duty. "My princess," Cregan's eyes were filled with adoration, an uncommon sight for the people around him as Sara had to contain a very unladylike snort. Your eyes shimmered with what most people could only describe as tenderness as you gazed upon your betrothed. He greeted your family members respectfully and much to your delight they seemed to accept him quicker than you would have thought. It wasn't too far-fetched as they knew of how an honorable man he truly was and your continuous tales of how sweet he was certainly helped to get used to the thought of accepting him as your husband.

He stretched out his arm which you took happily, glad to hold him once more before he led you towards the hall where a feast would be held. Your grandfather and remaining family had shown up as well as the most notorious Lords such as Jason and Tyland Lannister and Otto Hightower. You took a seat at the head of the table, beside your betrothed with your cousin Baela on your other side as she squeezed your hand in support, a giddy smile on her face.

The meal was enjoyable as you conversed with Cregan and his half-sister, already quickly falling in place within the North. Your uncle Aegon had been drowning himself in his cups and once the time came for toasts you nervously fiddled with your rings. Cregan instantly took notice of this and encased them within his own calloused ones, you moved to sit closer to him, which he didn't oppose to. He gave you a loving smile that felt way more intimate than you had expected.

Viserys moved to stand, his cup raised as the table turned quiet, "A tribute to my dear granddaughter who is to be married to the honorable Cregan Stark. I wish your marriage good prosperity and demand that you visit your poor grandsire," he jested lightly, and a smile cracked on your face as you nodded at him, stroking your betrothed's hand underneath the table.

He placed a brisk kiss on your delicate hand before standing as well raising his glass, "Thank you, your Grace. I am incredibly honored to be the husband of my princess Y/n and shall vie to appease her every wish during our marriage. To my princess Y/n." Everyone at the table took a sip of their beverage, and you blushed under Cregan's gaze as a teasing grin tugged at his lips, his hand resting on your thigh.

"I wish to raise my cup to my cousin, princess Y/n," Baela declared. She glanced towards you, her eyes sparkling underneath the fires that illuminated the room before she spoke, "Although we haven't grown up together as children, I feel as though we are sisters. She has been the greatest comfort of mine when my late mother passed, and I believe there is not a finer woman in the Seven Kingdoms. To princess Y/n," you took a sip from your goblet, sending your cousin an appreciative look.

Sara hesitated for a second, as she technically wasn't supposed to be at the feast with her being commonly known as a bastard but upon seeing your reassuring smile she gathered the courage to stand, "I would like to toast to my half-brother, Lord Cregan," your betrothed seemed visibly surprised but remained quiet as he listened to what she had to say. "As many of you may know, he is an honorable man. Stern and oftentimes grim as he fulfills his duties to take care of his people. Though ever since he met princess Y/n all those moons ago, he has become more loving, and I have no doubt in mind that she has melted the cold ice that surrounded his heart, which I heartily thank her for."

You smiled widely at her words, turning to look at Cregan who was already watching you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. His face was free of any creases, an accomplishment in itself, and the warmth surrounding him seemed so inviting as you wished to be buried within his arms. At that moment, you conceded that you had truly found your own fairy tale. The feeling within you couldn't be described with mere words despite your wide vocabulary. The way that your beat for him was almost unorthodox, and you thought that if you could, you would truly have given the organ to him if he wished so.

"I raise my cup to my niece."

The words snapped you out of your daze as dread filled your senses. You quickly turned towards your uncle, Aegon who was shakily standing with the help of his mother after she had attempted to silence him. Your hand tightened around Cregan, the peaceful expression that graced his face long gone as he worried about you. He had heard rumors about your drunken uncle who bedded girls that weren't willing and ignored his poor sister-wife.

Rhaenyra let out a deep sigh, bringing a hand to rub her temple while Jace seethed from beside her. "I reminisce our years together with much fondness," he slurred, a hazy grin on his face as he gazed upon you. Cregan glared at him but remained silent, "I recall the day your mother had proposed our betrothal, and I was sad to learn that we would not be married. After all, I am sure that you will please your husband in various aspects though know that I am always ready to please you as well-" Alicent hissed at him, pulling him down while Viserys slammed his hand into the table angrily.

"Aegon!" You were absolutely mortified and Cregan had stood up, a vicious storm behind his eyes as he towered over the table. Your hand quickly reached for him, caressing his skin softly as you attempted to calm him with loving words. "It is alright, my love. Do not worry about me," you whispered to him, brushing his hair behind his ear. The remaining part of the meal went by smoothly though Cregan kept a close eye on your uncle and once the time came to return to your chambers he made sure no maids were anywhere near Aegon.

He walked you back to your chamber, placing a kiss on your cheek before you went to sleep. Come morn you awakened with much jitters, not having slept much as it was the morning of your wedding. Maids were rushing around you, opening the curtains to let the sun in, which, according to one of them was a sign of promising marriage. Your mother had entered your chamber not long after, expressing her wish to dress you herself, and you agreed with a smile.

You were sitting in a plush chair, already donning a deep red colored dress with black embroidered flowers. The sleeves dangled from your hands that rested upon the armrest while your mother stood behind you with her fingers in your hair, plaiting your silver hair delicately. You cast a glance towards the cloak that bore the Velaryon sigil, before returning your gaze to your reflection with a trembling sigh.

"Do not worry, sweet girl," your mother sent you a warm smile which always managed to soothe you whenever you were anxious. Her fingers skillfully braided the last loose strands, revealing an intricate Targaryen hairstyle that would represent your heritage partly. "Though I'm delighted to be marrying Cregan, I am sad that I will not see you as much mother," the words tumbled from your lips, so quiet that Rhaenyra had barely heard them. She let go of your hair, moving to stand in front of you before placing a warm hand on your cheek. Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she straightened your brows gently.

"We will visit as shall you," she promised, leaning down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead as you closed your eyes. A knock echoed across the room, and you called for them to enter, only to reveal Jace, who would be the one to give you away. Since your father was dead, that duty passed onto him. "It is time," he declared, closing the door behind him as he decided to wait aside with a nod from Rhaenyra.

She offered you another motherly smile that you shakily returned before pulling yourself from the comfortable chair. The sleeves of your dress slipped into place as you smoothed the gown of any creases. You straightened as you noticed your mother holding the cloak you were to wear during the ceremony. She gently placed it upon your shoulders as its warmth engulfed you.

“You look beautiful,” the words lingered in your mind, and you gave your reflection one last glance before gradually turning to walk towards Jace. Your brother smiled at you, and you reciprocated the sentiment, wrapping your arm around his as he escorted you outside. The streets were barren as everyone had assembled by the Weirwood tree where the ceremony would take place. Your steps synchronized with your brother's while your mother had gone ahead.

“How are you feeling?” The inquiry made you look up from your feet, opening your mouth, yet no words came out, “Do not attempt to fool me, sister,” he grinned which loosened you up a bit. “I am happy, truly. I am a bit nervous, but I suppose anyone would be,” she hummed.

“Do you have any regrets about this union? If so, I will not hesitate to take you back to Dragonstone,” the statement brought a laugh out of you as you glanced at your brother. “I appreciate the offer but no, thank you.”

The walk had come to an end as you saw the mass of people awaiting your arrival. The two of you halted to let you ready yourself as Jace placed a kiss on the crown of your head. With a nod, you resumed the trek and people quieted down once they caught sight of you.

Cregan felt as though he might cry as he looked upon you.

You looked utterly heavenly. He could stare at you for hours on end without tiring of the sight, and suddenly the amount of people didn't matter anymore. The agonizing months he waited for you were all worth it. The unhurried steps you took towards him couldn't be any slower as he longed to hold you once more, to protect you from any harm that the world had to offer.

Your hand tightened around Jace's arm as you gazed at Cregan and you knew that you would never regret being with him. His dark hair was in his usual manner, but it fit him perfectly, and you longed to touch it. Once you reached the heart tree, you could only look at Cregan fearing that if you'd tear your eyes off him, you'll perish into a heap of nothingness.

“Who comes before the Old Gods this night?” Cregan had chosen his closest friend Lord Cerwyn as the officiator since he didn't have any male family left. “Y/n, of the House Velaryon and Targaryen, princess of the realm and heir to the Iron Throne, comes here to be wed. A woman grown, true-born and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?” Jace spoke the words he had been rehearsing the entire week faultlessly, which made a sense of pride fill you. Cregan stepped forward, his shoulders broad as he looked down at you, eyes filled with adoration, “Cregan, of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell. Who gives her?”

If Daemon were to be truly honest he found the ceremony a bit bizarre but kept his mouth shut as he shot a glance at his wife who was watching on with watery eyes. “Jacaerys, of the House Velaryon and Targaryen, who is her brother.”

“Princess Y/n, do you take this man?” Your eyes spoke for themselves, and you didn't hesitate to speak the following words, “I take this man.” Cregan repressed the wide smile from spreading across his face, but you could simply tell how joyful he was by the shimmering in his darkened eyes. You gently unwind your arm from your brother's as you take a step forward, joining hands with Cregan who softly caressed your skin.

You two turn towards the Weirwood tree before kneeling. Your knee dug into the cold snow, and your skin lit on fire as you truly realised you were to be with your beloved Cregan for the rest of your days. You bowed your head as a token of submission, you think of a prayer but decided to keep it simple since you were still affiliated with the Valyrian believe. Prayers about the safety of your family were the first ones that came to mind, which were followed by prayers of a good marriage with healthy children. When time came you rose, not bothering to wipe the snow off your knees as you turned to face Cregan.

His hands move towards your shoulder, removing the cloak that held the Velaryon sigil before handing it to your brother who stood not too far from you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of warmth, but it was quickly quelled by the fur coat that bore the sigil of House Stark. A deep breath escaped your tinted lips which caught Cregan's attention. His fingers rested under your chin as he tilted your face up gently before leaning down to capture your lips, sealing your life together.

Your fingers were nimbly holding his cloak, attempting to keep it as modest as possible. His lips were dry but soft, he breathed life into you as his nose pressed into your cheek. You wished to remain like this until your last days but retracted once you heard cheers from the crowd. When you separated, you could only describe yourself as breathless despite it being a timid kiss. The corners of Cregan's lips, which you had just kissed, tilted upwards at the sight of your mild pants. He glanced up at the abundance of people before returning his gaze to you with a teasing glint in his eyes. You furrowed your brows, a question hanging on the tip of your tongue, but before you ever got to ask anything he leaned down to carry you.

Your eyes widened as you hung in his arms, your knees dangling from his arm while his other one supported your back. Your arms had automatically wrapped around his neck, which moved your faces closer. His eyes held a warmth that never ceased around you as he looked up at you. “Have I told you yet how beautiful you look?” His brow raised as a teasing smirk graced his pretty features.

You wordlessly shook your head, still in some after-shock which only made him chuckle, “We are surrounded by so much beauty but nothing could ever compare to you.” The words made you giggle softly, hiding your face in the furs of his cloak in an attempt to hide your growing blush. Cregan couldn't express the pure love he held for you in that simple moment, so he resorted to placing a soft kiss to the side of your face.

“Are you two going to stay here forever?” Baela teased after most guests had moved towards the hall where a feast would be held. Lucerys was one of the first people to leave, nearly running to escape the harsh wind outside. Your husband nodded before carefully carrying you back towards your home.

The feast was a joyous event, spent by your family's side and opening gifts. You let out a gasp at the sight of a stack of books that were presented by Lady Arryn. “I do hope you enjoy these books that we had shipped from Dorne. They differ from ours greatly, so I reckoned that you have yet to read tales like these,” you thanked the woman earnestly, already reaching for one to show to your husband who nodded along, listening with much pleasure to the sound of your voice.

“I have a gift for you as well, my love,” he announced which made you perk up in your seat beside him. Sara quickly nodded, hurrying off to fetch your supposed gift as you questioned Cregan insistently which made him chuckle while caressing your hair gently. Your sister-in-law returned not long after, and the sight had you jumping out of your seat to meet her halfway. Your husband quickly followed, keeping a hand on the small of your back as he eyed your reaction carefully.

A tiny direwolf was placed into your arms that made you coo softly. You looked up at Cregan, your eyes sparkling with gratitude, before you leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. “Cregan, thank you so much. I wish I could give you a dragon in return, but unfortunately…" you trailed off with a sheepish smile which made him chuckle, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder while looking down at the white wolf in your arms. The animal had quickly settled in your arms, content with the warmth you provided.

“Have you decided on its name yet?” He inquired as his breath tickled your skin in a delightful manner. You pondered for a moment, “Perhaps I should call him Laenor.” Cregan offered you a soft smile, kissing your cheek as a form of comfort.

“I see you have completely integrated already, dear cousin,” Rhaena jested, glancing at the direwolf curiously, which made you giggle. “I think it is time we retreat to our chamber, do you not Lady-wife?” Cregan's voice was low as he whispered the words into your ear, eager to get away from everyone to be with you in solitude. You blinked owlishly, nodding slowly before glancing back at your parents, who were already watching you with tender smiles. You returned the gesture, waving as best as you could with your direwolf in your arms before moving to leave with your husband.

The halls were mainly empty sans for the maids and guards, but you didn't pay them any mind as Cregan led you towards your shared chambers. Once you entered the large room you noticed that the fireplace had been lit in advance, but you didn't get the chance to explore your new apartments as Cregan tugged you towards the bed. You quickly paused to gently place Laenor on the rug that was placed in front of the hearth before returning to your husband's side. He was sitting on the side of the extensive bed that was piled with furs and covers which you already knew would feel heavenly.

You stood in front of your husband as he placed his hands on your waist before he lifted you to sit on his lap with your legs thrown on either side of him. “I could get used to this sight,” he chuckled, his hands moving across your back as you leaned down with a grin, “could you now, Lord-husband?”

He hummed, nose pressed against your neck as he placed kisses anywhere he could reach. A deep sigh left your nose as you closed your eyes, leaning your head back to give him more space to work with, which made him chuckle. Your fingers tangled between his hair as you had wished to do all day. Suddenly, you felt him scrape his teeth against the sensitive skin of your neck which nearly made you moan.

Your grip on his hair tightened, a resonant groan escaping his lips before he gently twisted for you to lay on the bed with him hovering above you. He gazed intensely into your eyes before leaning up to get rid of the clothing that was donned upon his upper body. Your fingers traced the muscles on his stomach softly before you leaned up to place kisses against his chest. “I cannot take this torture any longer, my love. I must know whether you want this as much as I do?” He gripped your head firmly, resting his forehead on yours while his nose bumped into yours.

“I do Cregan,” you swore, he let go of any restraint that he had left in him and passionately pressed his lips against yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. A low moan escaped his lips, right into your mouth as you accidentally pressed your knee against his bulge that had formed beneath the layer of clothing.

And that night you discovered that there was no sound on earth that you loved more than his.

Years had flown by, and you remained with your husband, the love you two shared for one another never diminished. While you enjoyed your life greatly, you couldn't say that it was all easy. The winters were harsh, and you missed your family incredibly as you only managed to visit one another a handful of times.

The thing that was bothering you the most though was the fact that you still hadn't become pregnant. It certainly wasn't for lack of trying, as you couldn't remember a time when you hadn't been bedded for more than three days. Cregan wasn't too bothered by it, but you could tell that it was something that some people gossiped about. After all, you had to have at the very least two children, one for you as heir and one for Cregan. Your husband insisted that it didn't matter and that he was happy with you either way, but you couldn't stop the doubt from seeping in, especially not with the council hovering around you every second of the day.

“Perhaps she is infertile,” the Maester had suggested, which sent them into an uproar, asking what of the heir that was needed. Cregan quickly silenced them by slamming his fists into the table, a seething expression on his face as he defended his wife. “You shall not discuss this matter as if it involves any of you. You asked me to marry three years ago, and I did now stay out of my marriage.” This quickly shut their mouths, but it didn't manage to stop the whispers from spreading. While most didn't mean any harm, it didn't help with you to quell your worries as you sat in the bath motionlessly.

“My love?” Cregan called from the entrance, entering upon hearing your hum. His expression softened at the sight of your discouraged form, ridding himself of his clothes to join you. You moved forward so he could settle behind you before leaning back into his firm chest. He wrapped one of his arms around your waist whilst the other played with your silver hair lovingly. You simply chose to relish in the affections he provided you with.

“Do not worry, my love,” he mumbled, his words echoing in the empty room as you mindlessly nodded with your head resting on his shoulder. “I promise you I will put a child into you if that is what you truly wish for,” he swore, willing to do anything to please you, which made you smile gently. Your eyes sparkled with the pure adoration you held for your husband.

“I love you Cregan,” the usually solemn man softened, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek before returning the sentiment, “I love you as well, princess.” Your eyes flickered to meet his before you moved to sit in his lap, turning to face him while he watched with a raised brow.

As he had promised that night, you were pregnant, much to your elation.

The first thing you did when you found out was rush towards the dining hall where Cregan was eating, Laenor following you swiftly. Your husband looked up at the sound of your pants and fastened footsteps, putting his fork down as he slid his chair back. You all but leaped into his arms, a wide smile gracing your features as he watched on in disarray, but before he got the chance to question your odd behavior you cut him off.

“I am with child,” the words made him widen his eyes as he was truly shocked for once in his life, before a giant smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkling from joy as he threw his arms around you. He got up from his chair, holding you up with ease as he kissed you with much vigor. You smiled into the kiss, tears of bliss slid down your cheeks that transferred onto his face, not that he minded.

Cregan gently placed you back down to your feet, his hand immediately reaching for your stomach, even though there wasn't anything visible yet. “Aye, I promised you didn't I,” he grinned which made you roll your eyes before you leaned up to place another kiss on his lips.

That evening you wrote to your family, joyful to announce the news of your pregnancy, while Cregan spread the word to his council and friends. You truly couldn't be happier at that moment. Once news of your pregnancy reached both King's Landing and Dragonstone your mother insisted on coming, wishing to be there for the birth of her first grandchild. You and Cregan were glad to welcome her back, along with Jacaerys and Baela who had wanted to come as well. Daemon had expressed his wish to be there with you, but someone had to stay back on Dragonstone. Lucerys had preferred to stay home as well as he couldn't stand the cold and Rhaena chose to remain by her betrothed's side, but they made you promise to visit with your child as soon as you recovered.

At first, the pregnancy went by fine, you had expected the morning sickness as your mother had described. It was only after the first three months that your bump finally began to show, much to Cregan's delight. He had often found his place directly behind you with his hands resting on your stomach, to protect you and your unborn child from any harm.

Though after the first trimester had passed, had you begun to feel worse. You were frequently challenged by abdominal pains and high temperatures which baffled your mother as she had never gotten such symptoms so early on which in turn sent Cregan spiraling up to the point that you were appointed to bed six months into your pregnancy. The Maester had claimed that everything was fine, that you were simply having slightly different symptoms than most women, but it didn't quell your family's concerns.

It was around the seventh month that Rhaenyra, Baela, and Jacaerys remained permanently glued to your side as you suffered the painful aches. They wished to assist you ease the pain in any way they could but once you passed the safe amount of Milk of the Poppy, you couldn't take any other medicine if you did not want to harm your child. Jacaerys had pressed on, stating that it was better that you took the medicine, but you refused which frustrated Cregan. Your husband had desired to be by your side as much as your family members, but he still had to rule over Winterfell.

Your water broke a month too early. You had been lying in front of the hearth on the sofa with Laenor resting his head on your legs when the contractions started. A cry left your lips, quickly alerting your mother who was sitting not too far from you while embroidering a blanket for her future grandchild. She shot up, her eyes furrowed as she lifted your dress only to see dried blood coating it.

Her eyes widened in terror, glancing over to Baela and Jace, “Call for the midwives and Cregan! Y/n has started her labors!” She then shooed your direwolf away, which made him scowl, but he listened when you softly ordered him to make place for your mother. Jace nodded, his eyes broad in panic before rushing outside while Baela hurried to Rhaenyra's side as they attempted to help you sit up properly. “How can this be? She is supposed to give birth in one moon!” Rhaenyra couldn't find a reply as she attempted to hush your worries.

“It seems that she has started her early labor,” the older woman muttered, caressing your cheek comfortingly as sweat started to form on your forehead. “Where the fuck is Jace?” Baela hissed, already sitting beside you to hold you tightly.

The prince was running around, much to the confusion of the people around him, but he couldn't register anything as he searched for your husband. He had already called for a maid to get the midwives before starting his search for the Lord of Winterfell. Eventually, he managed to find the solemn man outside, training knights in the courtyard with his sword. “Lord Stark!” Jace's shouts startled the surrounding men, but he set his sights on your husband, who watched on in confusion as your brother rushed towards him.

“Prince Jacaerys what-” “Y/n has started her labors!” Cregan's eyes widened as his breath hitched. He didn't waste a second as he pushed past his brother-in-law, running quickly to reach your side faster. When he burst into the room, he noticed that you had been moved towards your shared bed while midwives were scurrying around. Your mother was seated by your side, attempting to calm you while Baela was arguing with the Maester for some Gods-forsaken reason.

Cregan discarded his cloak and sword on the rug, kneeling by your bedside, while you looked up at him with a fatigued smile. “You came,” the words came out more hoarse than you had wanted, but your husband simply brushed some straying hairs from your sticky forehead, placing a quick kiss on the side of your head. “Of course I came,” his eyes were drowning in concern as he looked around, trying to find an answer as to why you were forced to give birth so early on.

He clasped his hand around yours, squeezing it tightly to give you some form of comfort. Jace had returned as well by now and decided to join the argument between Baela and the Maester despite not having a clue what it was about. A chuckle left you at the sight before a pained whine escaped your lips. Cregan grabbed a piece of cloth, moistening it before gently dabbing it on your face, only hoping that it relieved you in some kind of way.

Hours were spent that way and no one had wanted to leave your side, refusing when the Maester had said it could take a couple of hours, even days at most. Cregan had simply snapped at him, ignoring the ache in his knees as he remained seated by your side. During those hours, you had changed positions numerous times, but eventually, you returned to rest on your back once the substantial pain had started.

Your breathe fastened even more than it already had, and your grip on Cregan tightened. Your eyes turned towards your mother as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a while, “I need to push.” The words sent the room into a frenzy as midwives positioned themselves between your legs.

“You have to hold back, Princess!” One of them called, to which you let out a loud groan. “Everything will be fine, my love. You can do this,” your husband mumbled. Tears left your eyes as you prayed for this pain to end already. “Have you thought of names yet?” Baela questioned in an attempt to distract you for a while longer. You glanced at your husband, and he nodded reassuringly before you turned back to face your cousin with a wavering smile, “Rhaenor for a boy and Daenara for a girl.”

“A Targaryen name?” Rhaenyra smiled warmly as Cregan nodded, “We thought it would only be appropriate for the future heir.” Your family sat around you which warmed your heart, but the feeling quickly vanished at a particularly agonizing contraction.

“Push!” The midwife called, your hand tightened around Cregan's as you screamed out. It seemed like there would never be an end to it as the cries ripped from your throat. “You are doing incredible, sweet girl,” Rhaenyra tried, but you completely ignored her as you sobbed. “Get it out! Fuck!” Your nails sunk into Cregan's hand, but he remained steady as he whispered sweet words into your ear. You would have thought that after almost an hour of endless screaming your voice would have become hoarse, but it seemed like it only turned louder.

“I can see the head!” Baela was assisting the midwife as you wailed. “Just get it fucking out of me!” You shouted angrily and with one last push, the baby fell into your cousin's awaiting arms. “You did. You've done so well, my love,” Cregan placed kisses upon your sweaty forehead as you let a weak smile appear on your face. Leaning into your husband's arms while Baela helped the midwives clean your baby.

“I am so proud of you, sweet girl,” your mother grasped your hand softly, and you nodded thankfully at her, choosing to remain in Cregan's muscular arms. “It is a boy, sister,” Jace announced with much excitement, as a wide smile appeared on your face. Cregan couldn't contain his delight as he pressed yet another kiss against your lips. “Rhaenor,” you mumbled already wishing to hold your son when a familiar pain abruptly hit you again.

You threw your head back against your husband's chest as a cry left your lips. Rhaenyra immediately jumped up while the midwife attempted to reassure you all by clarifying that it was most likely the placenta, but you shook your head. “I feel like I must push again,” you managed to get out before another scream ripped from your throat. Your husband watched on in disarray but refused to even step away from you as he hugged you closer, your arms wrapped around his as you tried to stabilise yourself.

A gasp made you look up with worry only to find Baela smiling, “Another babe.” Cregan's eyes widened while you smiled feebly, genuinely ecstatic that you would have twins. Your mother returned to your side, holding your hand as you sobbed into your husband's chest.

Fortunately, this time it went by a lot quicker and not long after you were already pushing out another baby. Your cousin was once more ready to catch your second child whilst Jace held Rhaenor in his arms, attempting to soothe his nephew lovingly. As you made the final push a sigh of relief left your lips before looking over at Baela, eyes curious to see your second child.

“Another boy,” you pressed a kiss to Cregan's throat, melting into his hold as you attempted to stay awake to see your sons. “What will you name him?” Jace questioned, an expression of pure joy spread across his face whilst you pondered for a second. You glanced up at your husband who was staring lovingly at you before you decided, “Ned.”

Rhaenyra raised a brow as well as Cregan. “Ned you say?” Her mother tried out the name which made you giggle quietly, “Short for Eddard.” Your husband tilted your face to look up at him, and you grinned at his astonished expression, kissing his cheek sweetly while he caressed your face, “A Northern name? I quite like it,” Jace grinned, glancing over at Ned in Baela's arms whilst he held Rhaenor, waiting for you to properly unwind. “Thank you, my love,” Cregan's reply to it all made you laugh softly, but you kissed him nonetheless mumbling something against his lips, only for his ears to hear.

The midwife smiled at the cheerful family and moved your dress to prepare you for the placenta that was yet to come when a frown appeared on her face. “What is it?” Rhaenyra inquired as she noticed the worrisome expression that the woman wore. She ushered your mother towards her quietly but Cregan had caught sight of yet another issue. Rhaenyra approached, fear settling in her gut as she could only pray nothing was wrong with you.

“Why is there so much blood?” She whispered, her eyes wide at the gruesome sight in front of her. “I believe she suffers a hemorrhage,” the words sent fear spiking into Rhaenyra as she could only remember her own mother before she turned to the midwife, a frantic look in her eyes. “Will- will she survive?” The words were barely able to leave her lips when yet another whine escaped your lips.

Cregan looked around with wide eyes, wondering what was transpiring around him as he tried to soothe you while glancing at your mother. She panicked and looked back under your dress along with the midwife who gasped loudly which caught the attention of everyone else. “What now?” An angry groan made its way out of you as your fingers clenched around your husband's hand that held you tightly. “I believe you are to have a third child!”

Your eyes widened, and your mouth fell slack at the news, rapidly looking up at Cregan who was just as dumbfounded, but he attempted to pull himself together for your sake, “It is alright, my love. You can do this.” Baela and Jace helplessly stood beside the bed, holding your children while you screamed relentlessly, pushing a third child out.

“What is wrong with you? Putting three fucking children into me at once!” You angrily yelled at your husband who only chuckled, nodding along while remaining oblivious to what was happening. “What will this mean for her?” Rhaenyra hissed, continuously glancing up to check on you while the midwife shook her head. “We cannot know but at this moment anything is a high risk.”

“Can we stop this birth then? Will it benefit her?” Your mother was desperate now, willing to do anything to keep you as the older woman beside her shook her head. “There is nothing we can do now.” The words absolutely mortified Rhaenyra and when your third child finally left your body she had quickly handed it to another maid before rushing to your side.

“Mother-?” The woman quickly shushed you, caressing your soaked hair with trembling hands as tears gathered in her eyes. You turned fearful at her odd behavior and Cregan tightened his hold on you. “What is it?” He hissed, your cousin and brother approaching with confusion lacing their expressions, but Rhaenyra disregarded them all as she kept her grasp on you, “You have done so well. I love you, sweet girl.” You glanced down, eyes wide in horror as you finally noticed the amount of blood. Cregan held in his tears as a lump rose in his throat, his hold only tightening around you as he attempted to convince himself that if he held you, you wouldn't be able to leave him. “What is the meaning of this?” Jace furiously asked while keeping his hold on his nephew gentle.

“Princess, you must push one last time. To get the placenta out. It is necessary,” you nodded shakily, closing your eyes as you collected all your strength to push yet again. Sobs raked your body violently until suddenly you felt dizzy, the world around you turning dark while sounds faded. A loud sob came from Rhaenyra as she hugged your body, praying for anyone to save her precious daughter, but it seemed like no God was interested in keeping you alive.

Cregan stared on in shock, his quivering hand moving to your neck only not to feel a pulse. He took your face into his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks as he shook your head. “Y/n? Wake up,” his voice cracked. Jace’s knees buckled as he fell onto the floor, his eyes bright red while he buried Rhaenor in his arms. His betrothed gasped, tears falling as she loudly cried at the sight of your limp, bloodied body that was held by your mother and husband.

The midwife felt her eyes brim with tears, but she swiftly turned to inform the Maester of the news. She opened the door and the old man looked on questioningly as he heard loud sobs emit from the room. “What is the matter?” He questioned as she closed the door behind her to let the family grieve the loss of the princess. “Princess Y/n has passed,” the words startled the man as he furrowed his brows, bowing his head in respect. “What of the child?” The question hung in the air for a while before the woman replied sorrowfully.

“Princess Y/n has given birth to two sons and a daughter,” the man's eyes widened, triplets were extremely rare and mothers barely ever made it out alive during those labors. He nodded absentmindedly, processing the news, “I shall inform the council.”

Letters were quickly written to spread the news across the realm before they announced the passing of their Princess to the residents of Winterfell with much despair and regret. The people cried out for their Lady, participating in their Lord's mourning, and made offerings to your dragon Vermithor who had been restless. The ravens reached their destinations swiftly and left an impact on the Lords and Ladies of the realm who had remembered you as a lively soul.

“An urgent letter has arrived from Winterfell, your grace,” Ser Erryk declared, as the King nodded motioning for him to read it out loud while he continued eating. He had been one of the people most overjoyed of the news of your pregnancy and couldn't wait to meet his great-grandchild. Alicent placed her utensils down, glancing at her father and children before turning to her husband, “It must be from Princess Y/n.”

“Is she not due for another month?” Otto wondered out loud which caught the attention of his grandchildren as they all watched on in wonder.

“With much pride we can announce that Princess Y/n has given birth to triplets,” Aegon choked on his wine while Aemond simply raised a brow. “That certainly explains the early labour,” Otto mumbled.

“Her firstborn is a son named Rhaenor Stark, her second born is yet another son named Eddard Stark and her third born is a daughter named Daenara Stark. Unfortunately, we must announce that our dear Princess Y/n has passed during her labours.” Ser Erryk's eyes widened at the last part but remained quiet as the news settled within the royal family.

Colour drained from the King's face as he abruptly stood up, his eyes moist with tears as he lost yet another woman in his life due to childbirth and stormed out of the dining hall. Alicent let out a shaky breath, quickly praying for her step-granddaughter while her father sighed deeply not heartless enough not to pity the poor girl. Helaena cried loudly before she too rushed out of the room to find comfort with her own children.

Aegon rubbed a hand over his face, as he recalled the last time he saw you. He grabbed the wine pitcher, not glancing back as he left to drown himself in his drinks with you in his memory. The younger prince watched on with furrowed brows, he wasn't fond of you, and yet, he felt a tug at his heartstrings at the thought of you. Perhaps somewhere deep down within him, he did care for you, the early days of your childhood you spent together instead of with your brothers who enjoyed teasing you for the lack of dragons.

The castle was glum that day, both the Royals and commoners mourning the loss of their dear princess.

The funeral preparations started early on with Daemon insisting that you should be buried like a Targaryen, while Cregan fought back, wishing for your body to remain in Winterfell.

“She is a Targaryen!” Daemon roared, his hair sticking to the back of his neck as he fought with the other men while Lucerys was weeping in his mother's arms. “She is my wife! I do not see the point of arguing over this with you,” Cregan seethed, his hair had grown out longer than he'd like, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. “She is also a Velaryon!” Corlys butted in, which made the two angrily turn to him. Viserys pinched his brows together, his head aching from all this screaming and arguing, “I have had enough of this! She shall have a Targaryen funeral in Winterfell.”

Daemon seemed pleased with this while Cregan clenched his fists together as he had wanted to bury you. He wished to have the ability for your children to visit your grave when they were older, but now they didn't even have that privilege. “Now, I want to see my great-grandchildren,” the King sighed, as the Northman hadn't shown anyone his children.

“Yes, I would like to see them as well,” Daemon agreed, moving to stand closer with his family which consisted of Rhaenyra, Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena. Cregan reluctantly nodded, his face unmoving as it had been for weeks before he departed the room to get his children, knowing his wife would have wanted for her family to meet them. As he entered their chamber, he let out a shaky breath, placing his hands on the back of a chair in support as he tried to keep his tears at bay. When knocks echoed through the room he quickly straightened and turned his face solemn only to see Jace. “I thought I could help carry them.”

Cregan simply nodded, walking over to the cradles where his three children laid. His eyes softened at the sight of them before reaching down to take Rhaenor into his arms. He was gentle with them which was so unlike him ever since you passed. Jace handed him his daughter into his free arm before reaching to hold Ned carefully. The babies gurgled, pulling at their father and uncle's hair as they sauntered back in silence.

The Targaryen and Velaryon family turned towards them as they entered the room, the King immediately reached for Rhaenor with a warm smile. “Who might this be?” He questioned, caressing the boy's cheek with his finger carefully while Alicent looked over his shoulder. She quickly took notice of his silver hair that resembled yours but raised her brow at his grey eyes which he got from his father along with all his other features. “That is Rhaenor,” Cregan reluctantly handed his daughter over to Daemon who had moved to grab her and chuckled at Daenara, placing a kiss on her chubby cheeks as she giggled. She had been born with your violet eyes and her father's dark hair.

“This must be little Ned,” Corlys grinned, as his wife held the baby. He was an odd case in their opinion, he ended up with violet eyes, but his hair was dark brown with streaks of silver hair. Cregan kept a close eye on all of them, making sure nothing happened to the babies, who were the only things left of you. “We must place dragon eggs in their cradles!” Viserys exclaimed, his eyes turning towards his daughter and cousin who both nodded.

“Luke, Rhaena would you like to pick them out?” Rhaenys questioned as Rhaenyra was quietly staring at her grandchildren with a heartbroken expression. The two nodded before hurrying off as Daemon glanced around, deciding whether to enrage the Northman or not. “Lord Stark does not know how to take care of a dragon. Especially not three. I suggest they come live with us for the time being,” Rhaenyra was silent as she reached to hold Daenara, holding her close as her eyes watered while Cregan glared harshly at the prince.

“No.”

Alicent pondered over it for a while before she piped up as well, “Think about it, Lord Stark. You had only been prepared to take care of one babe, but now you have three. You have no previous experience, and you do not have your wife to assist you. Then there is the matter of the three dragons as well do you truly think it would be best for them to stay here? Perhaps they could stay with us for some time, one in Driftmark, one in King's Landing and one on Dragonstone?” Cregan wouldn't hear of it, shaking his head furiously and Rhaenys could truly sympathize with him, but it was clear that he would need assistance.

“My children will stay with me, in Winterfell. I will take care of them and if you worry so much about the dragons, then you may come and help with them. But that is final, they are staying here,” it was clear that there was no room for any discussion so they decided to indulge themselves in the babes for a while before Cregan would take them back.

The funeral took place two days later, near the snow covered forest. Cregan had hardened his face, holding Ned in his arms, while Daenara was with Rhaenyra and Rhaenor in Jace's arms. He wore black furs and numbly stared at your body that was placed further away. Vermithor roared loudly, distressed with yet another rider of his dying, but the Northman paid no mind to him. It had been decided that the bronze fury would remain in Winterfell, in case that one of your children's eggs wouldn't hatch they could try to claim Vermithor.

Jace cleared his throat, as he had been the one that was appointed to lead the ceremony. He took a final breath before saying the dreaded words, “Dracarys.”

Vermithor roared once more, hesitating for a moment before flames engulfed your body. Cregan closed his eyes, his heart aching at the sight and pulled his son closer to him. He promised you that he would take good care of your children so you could be proud of them.

Years blurred into one another and while it was hard for Cregan, he always tried for his children who loved him relentlessly. The four Starks often visited the crypts where Cregan had a statue build for you and even whenever Rhaenyra and her family visited they would always stop by the statue with sorrowful expressions.

Throughout the years Jace had been named heir which retracted Rhaenor's claim which meant that he would be Lord of Winterfell one day. The eldest boy didn't mind it, preferring to stay with his father as he was clearly a Northern by heart. His egg had hatched first revealing a surprisingly calm swarthy blue dragon. Daenara's egg came out as well but was slightly harder to control as it was a rather energetic white dragon. The only egg that hadn't come out was Ned's but once he was old enough he had managed to claim Vermithor.

The council had suggested numerous times that he remarry but they couldn't use the excuse of heirs anymore as he had plenty of them. Cregan adamantly refused, he didn't care for it and stated that he would remain faithful to his first and only wife and so he did, eventually passing with his children by his side and a lasting ache etched into his heart.

the end © ioaezz, 2024.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ WHILE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK with your children, you found the old wooden box that you had hidden underneath your bed years ago. a distant longing provokes you to read the letters one last time but fortunately you have your husband ready to take care of you so you won’t revisit the past and open healed wounds.

𝒫AIRING. . . harwin strong x fem!targ!reader

𝒲ORDCOUNT. . . 2.3k

𝒢ENRE. . . romance, fluff, angst, series

𝒲ARNINGS. . . reader has white hair and purple eyes, mention of swords??, hints of smut / leads to smut but no actual smut, harwin survived au, daemon and rhaenyra survived au

ℐOAEZZ. . . first part omg. this is a lot shorter than the upcoming parts bc i’m going to try to reach about 8k-10k words for every letter part. please do keep in mind that english is not my native language and i haven’t written in a while so it might have quite a lot of errors.

𝓗ushed giggles spilled from underneath the grand bed that was placed across from the balcony. Two small boys were lying on their stomachs as they hid from you and their father.

Earlier that morning when you were all breaking your fast together your youngest son Daenyr slyly suggested that you should all play a game together as a way to bond he had said. Your husband was immediately up to the idea, willing to do anything to please his children and you nodded along. After all it had been a long time since you all had some time to spend together so the game of hide and seek ensued with you and your husband as the seekers, as usual.

You had entered your bedchamber a few moments ago after having found your youngest daughter, Anyta who still seemed to lack the total understanding of the game as she decided to hide on top of a bush in the garden. Harwin had spotted her from a window on the second floor and quickly hurried to go pick her up before joining you on your walk to find your remaining children.

The laughter in ceased as the twins realized someone had entered the room as your footsteps echoed through the otherwise silent area. As you approached the bed the two boys clasped their hands in front of their mouths in a poor attempt to quiet their breathing.

You shared an amused look with your husband before you got on your knees, leaning down to look under the bed only to discover two pairs of bright lilac eyes staring right back at you. "Muña!" The eldest of the two boys called out, already wriggling from under the furniture to reach you, while his brother pouted that they had lost for what seemed to be the hundredth time that morning.

Edmund leaped towards you with great joy, always excited to return to the safety of your loving arms while Daenyr was stuck underneath the bed. Your elder son clung onto you as you tried to convince him to let you go for just a minute so you could help his brother but you faltered when you heard a thud which was then swiftly followed by a wince.

"Are you hurt?" You worried, brows deeply furrowed as you peeked back under the bed after Edmund had let go of his iron grip on you. Utter astonishment filled your body as you noticed the familiar wooden box in Daenyr’s grasp. He smiled although slightly crookedly before you came to your senses and carefully pulled him from the entrapment. The younger boy could not help but linger in your embrace, relishing in the affection before turning to his brother with a renewed excitement.

"Look what I found under there!" He exclaimed, his brother already moving to join him on the sofa as they examined the box in curiosity. Your husband approached the three of you, placing your daughter on the couch beside her brothers who made sure to include her.

"What is it?" Anyta contested, tracing the carved pattern on the chest, almost in some kind of trance while Edmund made an effort to pry the lock open.

"I was wondering the same thing," Harwin settled behind you, his bulking arms wrapping around your waist while his face rested on your shoulder. His dark curls were pressed against your silvery-white hair which created a great contrast that you saw in your own children. As you watched the boys experiment with the box, you could feel his gaze burning into the side of your face. Blush arose over your cheeks as you attempted to remain as unbothered as humanly possible but your husband knew you better than you did by now.

Yet before you got the opportunity to reply, your eldest child burst into the room without any form of announcement. She appeared to be disgruntled at being left out but elated by the fact that she had ended up as the victor once more.

"Have I won?" Maelys grinned, prancing over towards her siblings who merely rolled their eyes at their eldest sister's gloating. Daenyr in particular seemed aggravated by her demeanour and discarded the box to charge at her in a playful manner.

Your heart filled with warmth at the sight of your tight-knit family together, inclining into Harwin's firm chest as he placed a gentle kiss against the side of your head. His well-groomed beard tickled your cheek which elicited a soft giggle from you, a sound that he adored more than anything. So once he detected what the motive was for your unexpected laughter, he made sure to rub his beard further against any part of your smooth skin he could reach.

"Quit it," you cracked up, moving as far as you could while remaining in his hold, but your husband only grinned widely before resolving to placing kisses all over your face instead. Your eldest three children instantly imitated a gag which made you turn towards them with a raised brow. Only Anyta didn't appear to care for the physical affection that you and her father conveyed, as she preferred to fondle the box instead.

"Father! Let go of muña!" Edmund exclaimed, which made his older sister snort while Harwin scoffed in disbelief that his own blood would betray him like that.

"Yes, father, please do spare our eyes," Maelys agreed with a teasing lilt in her tone.

"I cannot believe that I am not allowed to kiss my wife in my very own household," Harwin shook his head as his brows furrowed, pretending to be in shock but when your children were giggling amongst each other he let the love and fondness that he held for them show on his face. You chuckled, turning your head scarcely to meet his loving eyes which rarely ever left your form before piping up.

"How could we have raised such spiteful little creatures, dear husband? Perhaps we ought to send them to their grandfather Daemon. He would certainly discipline them," the lie easily slipped out of your mouth as you shrugged but the suggestion alone seemed to horrify your boys who immediately started pleading not to be sent away. Especially not to their grandfather Daemon who had once chased them with his Valyrian sword Dark Sister with the excuse of turning them into real men.

"Please muña! You can kiss father as much as you please! Just do not send us to our grandsire!" You feigned to mull over it while Harwin suppressed his laughter by concealing his face in the crook of your neck.

"I shall consider it if you will go and tend to your lessons dutifully," your sons instantly jumped up, not wasting a second as they quickly gave you a kiss on your cheek before rushing out of your bedroom to track down the knights assigned to training them whenever Harwin was unable to do so.

Maelys, who was old enough not to fall for such tricks, merely giggled before reaching down to pick up her younger sister so they could proceed to attend their own lessons as well.

"I shall miss it when they are going to be old enough to realize that you were only jesting," the eldest girl sighed wishfully. She walked over to kiss you and Harwin on the cheek, while Anyta simply waved at you two with a joyous smile. The two of you returned the sweet sentiment to your youngest child and remained standing in the same place until Maelys closed the door behind her with a mumble about having enough siblings already.

"I cannot believe we are finally alone at last," Harwin grinned once the door to your chambers closed. He looked down at you, a suggestive glint in his eyes as he seized your form but before he could reach for you, you skillfully dodged his calloused hands.

"Must you always tease me like this, my love?" He groaned, his curls falling in his face as he approached you with his shoulders broadened.

"Do not lie and say you do not enjoy it," your words came out hushed as the proximity between the two of you became slimmer by the second. He delicately cupped your face between his hands. The devoted look in his eyes made your fingers twitch at your sides as his nose grazed against yours in a loving manner.

"You know me so well," he grinned, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. Whatever little resistance was left in you seemingly vanished as you closed whatever distance there was left. Your hands instantly moved to clasp around his curls while he held your face and waist.

The kiss was disheveled as the both of you kept smiling into it, your noses repeatedly bumping into one another while breathy moans left your husband as you gently tugged his hair. The desire in the atmosphere had turned almost suffocating which you gave you some strength to foolishly attempt to pull away but alas it was futile as he held you even closer. His hands tightened around your pliable skin and while it wouldn't leave any marks, his touch would be eternally engraved into your skin and soul.

"Harw-" you managed to utter before his lips were latched onto yours once more. A giggle escaped you, which seemed to satisfy your husband as he in turn smiled. Once you were both entirely winded, he ultimately let you pull away. Your breaths mingled as you breathed each other in, his eyes which were showcasing all his adoration for you remaining locked onto yours.

"You have bewitched me," he concluded. A grin spread across your face as you placed another fleeting kiss on his lips, which left him yearning for more. You quickly slipped out of his hold before he would entrap you again and your gaze fell upon the wooden box on the sofa which was discarded by your children. Your eyes softened before you leaned down to pick it up carefully.

Harwin watched on in marvel, positioning his hand on the small of your back to guide you towards your shared bed so the both of you could sit down. The plush covers engulfed your body, but you paid no mind to it as you faintly wiped away the dust that had accumulated over the years. Your fingers gently toyed with the lock before you glanced up to your husband only to see him eyeing you closely.

As you leaned over his lap, he quickly took a hold of your waist to make sure you wouldn't plunge onto the floor. You opened the drawer that stood beside your side of the bed and scoured around for a minute before your fingers wrapped around a familiar silver key.

You huffed moderately as you sat back up properly. "What does the box contain?" Harwin questioned, his voice calm as his fingers caressed your knee comfortingly, which gave you the courage to open the box to your past.

"Letters that I once wrote," you exhaled as you unlocked it. The lock opened with a rusty click. You removed it cautiously before discarding it beside you, already long forgotten, as you looked into the box. Harwin shifted closer to see what it contained and, just like you had previously stated, it held three letters. A treacherous breath left your lips as you grasped the one that lay on the top.

It was the one you had written for Harwin.

Your husband lifted a brow at the sight of his name neatly jotted down on the yellowish paper. Blush spread across your cheeks as you recalled how you had written it in candlelight as dusk had shrouded your room at King's Landing and you dared not to look at the man sitting beside you. Harwin's lips quirked upwards into a smirk at your apparent flustered state. He inched his hand slightly higher up, which did not help you pacify in the least.

"For me?" He inquired, a teasing lilt to his tone that never failed to exhilarate you in a way no words could ever convey.

"It- it is nothing," you made an effort to dismiss it, but your husband merely chuckled before moving further onto the lavish bed, tugging you along and you couldn't find it in you to protest as the sight in front of you graced your eyes.

You relented sooner than you wished to admit as you maneuvered to lay beneath him so he could properly start lapping at your neck as he so desperately wished to. His beard tickled your delicate skin, his mouth quickly moving across the column of your neck, seemingly knowing precisely where your weak spot was. The second his lips latched onto that particular part of your skin, a moan escaped your lips as the box fell from your grasp.

Neither of you paid any mind to the clattering noise of the wood, too invested in one another to notice anything else except the sounds the other made.

The letters slid out of their container and spread out across the floor. Each was addressed to someone who had once upon a time held your heart, though only one would be the one to truly have your heart and soul in the end.

And it was exceptionally evident who it was as Harwin's tunic was carelessly tossed away, covering the heap of letters on the floor as if he mended any remaining heartache you had kept with you over the years.

to all the boys i’ve loved before © ioaezz, 2024.