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Daemon Targaryen x reader!nièce Targaryen

You just turned 18 and when it’s finally your time to be married, every suitor find a tragical ending..

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“Claimed by Fire”

The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the gardens of the Red Keep. Today marked a significant milestone—you had finally turned eighteen, and with that came an overwhelming number of wedding proposals from eager suitors. Yet, a dark cloud loomed over the festivities. Whispers echoed through the halls, tales of vanished men and those found dead under mysterious circumstances.

Each proposal left you feeling more uneasy than the last. It seemed like every time you entertained a suitor, his fate was sealed. As much as you yearned for love and companionship, the dread of what might happen hung over you like a shroud.

You spent hours in the gardens, finding solace among the blooming flowers, hoping to escape the suffocating pressure of court life. Your sister, Rhaenyra, often came to visit, her presence a comfort, but even she couldn’t quell the unease that gnawed at you.

On one particularly quiet afternoon, you were lost in thought, staring at the vibrant petals of a rose when the heavy doors of the garden swung open. Daemon, your uncle stormed in, his usually playful demeanor replaced by a palpable fury that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Uncle, what’s wrong?” you asked, instinctively taking a step back.

“Wrong?” he spat, his voice laced with anger. “Those bastards think they can toy with you, and I will not allow it.” He stepped closer, his violet eyes blazing. “They want to marry you, but I know what’s really happening.”

Before you could respond, Daemon produced a bloodied cloth, unfurling it to reveal the severed head of one of your suitors. You stumbled back, horror coursing through you. “Daemon, what have you done?”

“Done?” he echoed, incredulous. “I’ve done what needed to be done. He was a coward, seeking to claim you while others plotted against you. No one will threaten what is mine.”

Your heart raced with a mix of fear and exhilaration. “What do you mean, ‘what is mine’?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

Daemon stepped closer, the air thick with tension. “You belong to me. I have loved you since you were a child, and now that you are of age, I will not let anyone else take you from me.”

His words hung heavily between you, igniting a storm of emotions. “But Daemon, this isn’t how it’s done,” you protested, feeling both fear and an undeniable pull towards him. “You can’t just kill suitors because you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” he said, a dangerous smile creeping across his lips. “I’m protecting what’s rightfully mine. They will learn to fear the name Targaryen.”

A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside you—fear, excitement, and a thrilling attraction. “Is that all I am to you? A prize to be won?” you challenged, struggling against the intoxicating pull of his presence.

“Not just a prize,” Daemon replied, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You are my heart, my fire. I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, even if it means bathing my hands in blood.”

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. The tension between you was palpable, electric. “And what if I don’t want this, Daemon?” you asked, searching his eyes for any sign of compromise.

He paused, the intensity in his gaze softening momentarily. “You think you have a choice? You’re not just a pawn in this game. You are my blood, a Targaryen. You are meant for greatness, and I intend to ensure you know it.”

Your heart raced as you processed his words. “You can’t just take me,” you whispered, but deep down, a part of you craved the very protection he offered, even if it came at such a high cost.

“I will not let anyone take you from me,” he vowed, his voice low and serious. “You are mine, and I will prove it to the realm.”

With that, Daemon closed the distance between you, capturing your lips with a searing kiss. It was fierce and demanding, a clash of passion and power that ignited something deep within you. You melted against him, overwhelmed by the heat of his body and the depth of his desire.

When he pulled back, his expression was intense, a mix of pride and possessiveness. “We will face whatever comes together,” he said, his voice husky. “I will protect you, and in time, you will understand why I do this.”

Your heart raced, torn between the danger and the thrill of being with him. You stood on the precipice of something new and terrifying, unsure of how to proceed.

As the days turned into weeks, the initial shock of Daemon’s violent declaration settled into an intense connection between you. The danger that once terrified you now felt like a tempest of passion, stirring your heart in ways you never expected. Daemon was not only fierce but also vulnerable in his own way, and you found yourself drawn to him more each day.

The whispers of court life continued, and the mystery of your suitors’ fates loomed larger than ever. Every glance, every whispered comment became a reminder of the peril surrounding you. Yet, with Daemon by your side, you felt an odd sense of security, as if you had stepped into a world where the rules no longer applied.

One evening, as you strolled through the moonlit gardens, Daemon caught your hand, pulling you close. “You should be careful,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. “You never know who’s watching.”

“I can take care of myself,” you replied, trying to sound confident. “I’m not afraid.”

His laughter was rich and deep, echoing in the night. “You’re brave, I’ll give you that. But bravery can lead to foolishness.”

You turned to face him, challenging him with your gaze. “And what would you have me do? Live in fear? Hide away while you fight my battles?”

Daemon’s expression grew serious. “It’s not about fear. It’s about protecting what’s mine. And you, my dear, are worth fighting for.”

You felt a rush of warmth at his words. “Do you really think I’m worth all this trouble?”

He leaned closer, his gaze locked onto yours. “You are more than worth it. You are my heart. I’d slay a hundred men to keep you safe.”

Your pulse quickened, the weight of his promise sending a thrill through you. The danger, the passion—it was intoxicating. But still, a small voice in your head warned you. “And what if it’s you who needs protecting, Daemon? You can’t take on the world alone.”

His smile was sly, and he brushed a lock of hair behind your ear. “Perhaps you underestimate me. I thrive in chaos. It’s in my blood.”

Just as you were about to respond, a rustling in the bushes caught your attention. Your heart raced as a shadow moved, and Daemon instinctively pulled you behind him, his posture protective and ready for confrontation.

“Who goes there?” he called out, his voice low and commanding.

A figure stepped into the moonlight, revealing itself to be one of the guards. “My lord, there have been rumors of more suitors arriving. They’re eager to win the lady’s favor.”

“Let them come,” Daemon replied, his voice dripping with disdain. “They will find only death at my hand.”

The guard nodded, backing away. As the tension in the air settled, you turned to Daemon, feeling the weight of his possessiveness. “You can’t keep doing this, Daemon. You’ll only draw more attention to us.”

He smirked, his expression both devilish and charming. “Good. Let them see. Let them know what happens to those who try to claim what belongs to me.”

The heat of his words ignited something deep within you—a mix of fear and excitement that left you breathless. “And what if I want to choose for myself?” you challenged, daring to look him in the eye.

Daemon stepped closer, his face inches from yours, his expression serious. “You don’t understand, do you? In this game of thrones, choices are often an illusion. I am fighting for you, and in return, I want you to accept that you are mine.”

His words sent a thrill coursing through you. “But what if I want to make my own choices?” you whispered, unsure if you were ready to surrender to this fate.

“Then choose me,” he urged, his voice low and sultry. “Choose to be with the one who will always protect you, no matter the cost.”

The intensity in his gaze made your heart race, and for a moment, you were lost in the promise of his words. The idea of surrendering to him, of being claimed in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying, was becoming increasingly tempting.

As the moonlight bathed you both in silver, you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. But with Daemon, there was also a promise of fire and passion, a fierce loyalty that stirred your heart. Maybe, just maybe, you could learn to embrace this destiny he laid before you.

Days turned into a whirlwind of courtly intrigue and tension, each moment drawing you closer to Daemon and the fire that burned between you. As your relationship deepened, you found yourself balancing fear and desire, caught between the love that was blossoming and the darkness that surrounded you.

You began to understand that in this world of power plays and bloodshed, love could be both a weapon and a shield. And as you faced whatever challenges awaited, you knew one thing for certain: you were no longer just a pawn in someone else’s game; you were a Targaryen, and you would fight for your place in this world—right alongside Daemon.

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Hey, dear! Is there anything you don't write?

Hi, honestly I don’t think so..

I don’t even have a specific fandom or other if you had anything in mind, I’m in..

But yeah hotd, obx.. you know generally when a serie or movie is trending I have seen it 👀

Just, I’m French.. I know my English is not 100% perfect so if anyone has a request maybe just if you want some detail be specific so I could completely understand ☺️

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Daemon Targaryen x niece reader

During the weeding of your sister Rhaenyra and Leanor, Daemon decided it’s time to show everyone your his..

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Under the Moonlit Sky

The halls of the Red Keep were alive with the sounds of celebration as Rhaenyra Targaryen wed Laenor Velaryon. Tapestries adorned the walls, and golden lights flickered like stars, but amidst the opulence, Daemon Targaryen felt a different kind of fire igniting within him—one fueled by his love for you, Rhaenyra’s younger sister.

You stood on the fringes of the festivities, your heart a mix of excitement and apprehension. Though you should have been celebrating your sister’s union, your thoughts were consumed by Daemon. His presence had always been magnetic, drawing you in with a charm that was impossible to resist. The night felt electric with unspoken emotions.

Across the grand hall, Daemon caught your eye. His gaze was intense, an unmistakable spark of desire lighting his features. With a swift, purposeful stride, he approached you, the chaos of the wedding fading into the background. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and thrilling, sending shivers down your spine.

“Where are we going?” you asked, heart racing as anticipation coursed through you.

“I want everyone to see us.” He replied a wicked grin spreading across his face

Your pulse quickened at the thought of leaving the celebration, of stepping into the unknown with him. It was reckless, yet thrilling. “But Daemon, the wedding—”

“Let them have their wedding,” he interrupted, taking your hand and leading you through the dimly lit corridors. “Tonight is ours.”

As you slipped away from the crowded hall, you felt a rush of exhilaration.

The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and sweet pastries, the sounds of laughter and music ringing in your ears. Daemon’s grip on your hand was firm, leading you through the throngs of revelers. “This is where the real fun is,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

The crowd parted before you, drawn to the sight of Daemon, the infamous rogue prince, with his niece, the princess at his side. You felt the weight of their stares, both curious and judgmental, but in that moment, all you could see was him.

“Dance with me,” he urged, pulling you into the center of a lively gathering. The music swelled around you, and without hesitation, you surrendered to the moment. Daemon’s presence was intoxicating, and as you twirled beneath the stars, you felt the exhilaration of freedom.

The crowd watched, whispers rippling through the air as you lost yourself in the dance. Daemon spun you around, laughter bubbling up between you as he captured your waist, pulling you close. “Let them see,” he said, his breath warm against your ear. “Let them talk.”

But amidst the joy, a flicker of apprehension coursed through you. You caught sight of King Viserys, your father across the way, his expression a mix of confusion and disapproval. The tension in your chest tightened as you realized the implications of Daemon’s boldness.

“Daemon, we can’t—” you began, but he silenced you with a kiss, his lips brushing against yours with a fervor that stole your breath. The world around you faded, leaving only the heat of his body and the urgency of his touch.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes sparkled with triumph. “If the realm must know of our love, then so be it. We will not hide.”

As the night wore on, you danced, laughed, and reveled in the electric connection between you. But the reality of your situation loomed in the back of your mind. You were Rhaenyra’s sister, bound by duty, yet Daemon’s presence ignited a wildness in you that longed to be unleashed.

With each twirl and every laugh, you felt the weight of your desires push against the constraints of propriety. Daemon was a tempest, and you found yourself swept away, caught in the storm of his passion.

As the revelry continued, Daemon suddenly stopped, pulling you aside into a quieter corner of the hall, illuminated only by flickering torches. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his tone serious yet tender.

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation, your heart racing at his intensity.

“Then let’s make a statement,” he said, determination glinting in his eyes. “We will not be ignored.”

Before you could fully grasp his intent, he pulled you closer, brushing his lips against your temple. “I want everyone to know that you are mine.”

With that, he stepped back into the fray, pulling you along with him as he raised your intertwined hands into the air. The crowd turned to watch, surprise etched on their faces. Daemon’s voice rang out above the music, filled with confidence. “Tonight, I declare my love for this woman! The sister of the future queen! And my dear and loving princess”

Gasps erupted, and your heart raced. The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances, whispers swirling like leaves caught in a windstorm. King Viserys’s face tightened, a mix of shock and anger flashing in his eyes.

“Daemon!” you hissed, panic bubbling up inside you. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure they understand,” he said, unabashed. “You deserve to be recognized.”

“Enough!” Viserys’s voice boomed, cutting through the chatter. He strode toward you, concern and frustration painted on his face. “What is the meaning of this?”

Daemon faced him, unwavering. “Your Grace, I love her. She deserves a place beside me, not hidden in the shadows.”

The tension between the three of you crackled in the air. You stood beside Daemon, caught between loyalty to your family and the wild love you felt for him. “This isn’t the time, Daemon,” you urged quietly, your heart pounding.

“I won’t let you cast her aside,” Daemon declared, his voice steady. “If you refuse to acknowledge our bond, then I will make it impossible for you to ignore.”

Viserys’s eyes narrowed, weighing the implications of Daemon’s words. “You cannot simply declare this,” he warned, the authority in his voice attempting to reassert control. “You risk everything—”

“Everything is already at stake,” Daemon interrupted, his gaze fierce. “I will fight for what is mine.”

With the crowd watching, a hush fell over the street, the tension palpable. You could see the realization dawning on Viserys’s face, the weight of the situation sinking in. This was not just a declaration; it was a challenge to the very order of their family.

“Are you willing to marry her, Daemon?” Viserys asked, his voice low and measured, as if he were trying to calculate the fallout.

“I am,” Daemon responded without hesitation. “If that is what it takes for her to be by my side, I will marry her before the sun rises.”

The crowd erupted in murmurs, shock and excitement mingling in the air. You felt your heart race at the implications of his words. This was a path laden with uncertainty, but the thought of being with Daemon ignited a fierce determination within you.

“Daemon, you can’t—” you began, but he turned to you, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and resolve.

“No more hiding, my love,” he said softly. “You are meant to be with me. We can face whatever comes together.”

The realization washed over you like a wave. This was not just about you and Daemon; it was about forging a new path, challenging the norms of your world, and embracing the love that had been kept hidden for far too long.

As the celebration continued around you, you felt a sense of exhilaration. You were part of something larger, a movement that could reshape the future of House Targaryen. The night felt charged with possibility, the air thick with unspoken dreams.

As the revelry persisted and the crowd began to dance once more, you leaned in closer to Daemon, your heart pounding. “Whatever happens, I am with you.”

“Always,” he promised, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “We will rewrite our story.”

With that vow echoing in your heart, you stepped back into the celebration, hand in hand with Daemon Targaryen, ready to face whatever challenges awaited you. Under the moonlit sky, surrounded by the energy of the city, you knew that together you would forge a new destiny—one filled with love, passion, and the courage to defy tradition.

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Hi! Can I make a request for a Daemon x Sister reader oneshot (or series don't know how your request work lol). I'm thinking Viserys never married Aemma and has many children. But we find out at some point as Daemon fucks the reader that none of the children are Viserys but all of them are Daemons.

I totally get if you hate this idea, just a girl in live with Daemon taking any crumbs I can get lol.

Hi you are my first ever request 🫶🏼🥹

So I try something here.. it’s a bit short but if people like it I might turn it into a série like seeing when they were younger/during/after the children..

Tell me what you think

Request are open ❤️

Daemon Targaryen x sister reader

Legacy of fire and secret

In the grand halls of the Red Keep, the air was thick with tension. The court bustled with whispers of impending conflict, but in a secluded chamber, a different story unfolded—one of secrets and hidden desires.

You were the beloved sister of Viserys and Daemon Targaryen, married your older brother the to King Viserys at the age of 16. Your marriage, while filled with duty and respect, had never ignited the passion you craved. You bore seven children—three daughters and four sons—each a blend of Targaryen fire and your own spirit. They were spirited, wild, and carried the unmistakable mark of Daemon’s lineage, from the silver hair to the striking violet eyes. They filled your life with joy but also with the heavy burden of secrets.

Daemon had always been a source of both comfort and danger. From your earliest days, his wild spirit had captivated you. As children, you shared stolen moments, laughter echoing in empty halls. But it wasn’t until that fateful night that everything changed.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting silvery light through the window as you wandered through the quiet corridors of the Keep. You had just finished a long evening with Viserys, who had retreated to his chambers, exhausted by the weight of the crown. Sleep eluded you, and instead, you found yourself drawn to the warmth of Daemon’s presence.

You found him in the training yard, practicing with his sword, his movements fluid and graceful. The sight of him sent a shiver down your spine. “Daemon,” you called softly, and he turned, a grin breaking across his face.

“Come to watch me practice, sister?” he teased, wiping sweat from his brow, his gaze lingering on you with an intensity that sent your heart racing.

“Perhaps I came for more than that,” you replied, a playful smile tugging at your lips, your pulse quickening as he stepped closer.

“Is that so?” he said, stepping into your personal space, his voice dropping to a low whisper. “What else would you want from me?”

His teasing words wrapped around you like silk, igniting a familiar spark. “Maybe I just wanted to remind you how reckless you are,” you said, trying to sound lighthearted, but the tension in the air crackled with unspoken possibilities.

“Reckless is my middle name,” Daemon replied, his eyes glinting mischievously. “And you know you love it.”

As the moon climbed higher, you found yourselves drawn together, sharing secrets and laughter, as you had done so many times before. But this time felt different. The air was charged with unspoken words, and as he stepped closer, your heart raced.

“Why do you settle for a life of shadows?” Daemon asked, his voice low and intimate. “You deserve more than a king’s duty. You deserve passion, fire.”

His words ignited something within you, and before you knew it, you were in his arms, surrendering to the heat of the moment. The world outside faded away as you shared a kiss filled with longing and need. It felt reckless, dangerous—but also liberating.

That night changed everything. You knew you had crossed a line, yet in Daemon’s embrace, you felt alive in a way you hadn’t for years. The two of you slipped into a world of passion, hidden from the prying eyes of the court.

The days turned into weeks, and your secret meetings continued, each encounter more charged than the last. With each kiss and stolen touch, you found yourself falling deeper into a web of desire. You had become entwined in a dangerous dance, a secret world only the two of you inhabited.

As time passed, you realized you were pregnant. The thought sent your mind racing—how would you face Viserys? You had already borne three children Rhaenyra, Daerys and Rhaella, but this time felt different. The connection you shared with Daemon was undeniable and even stronger then before, and as your pregnancy progressed, you felt the weight of your deception more than ever.

When the time came, you gave birth to your first son, Aegon, followed by your daughter, Rhaena, then two more sons, Jaerys and Daemon II. Each child was a living testament to your love for Daemon, yet you presented them to Viserys as his own.

As your family grew, so did the tension. The kingdom seemed to sense the unrest, and whispers filled the court. Your children, all seven of them, were spirited and strong-willed—each one a reminder of the love you kept hidden. They laughed like Daemon, with their wild spirits shining through. But as much as you loved them, the burden of your secret grew heavier.

One evening, while the children played in the gardens, Daemon approached you, his expression a mix of mischief and seriousness. “You know they are mine as much as they are yours,” he said, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You felt your heart race. “They are Targaryens, Daemon. They are both of ours.”

“And yet,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you hide that truth like a secret sin.”

“Because it is a sin,” you replied, a rush of defiance in your voice. “What would Viserys think?”

“Viserys deserves the truth, as do you,” Daemon replied, his intensity unwavering. “You deserve to live without hiding in the shadows.”

His words resonated deep within you. “And what would you have me do? Tell him everything and tear our family apart?”

Daemon’s eyes softened. “We could build something new. A family that embraces the truth instead of living a lie.”

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The weeks turned into months, and the tension within your heart grew unbearable. The laughter of your children became both a comfort and a reminder of your deception. You often found yourself lost in thought, staring at the faces of your children, wondering what the future held for them and for you.

During a particularly stormy afternoon, Daemon visited the nursery where you sat with your children. They were playing, their wild laughter filling the room, but you felt the weight of the world on your shoulders.

Daemon leaned against the doorframe, watching you with a soft smile. “They are beautiful,” he said, a hint of pride in his voice.

“They remind me of you,” you replied, your heart swelling as you watched them. “Every day, I see your spirit in them.”

He stepped closer, the air between you charged with unspoken words. “What will you do when the storm clears? Will you stand with me?”

You met his gaze, the tension palpable. “I don’t know, Daemon. I want to protect them, but I also don’t want to lose everything.”

“You won’t lose me,” he vowed, stepping closer. “We’ll find a way to make this work. Together.”

Just then, Aegon ran over, tugging at your skirts. “Mother, can we go outside? The rain stopped!”

You smiled, ruffling his hair. “Of course, my love. Let’s gather your siblings.”

As the children dashed outside, you felt a momentary sense of peace wash over you. You watched them play, their laughter echoing in the courtyard, but the reality of your situation loomed overhead.

Later that evening, after the children were settled for the night, you found yourself alone with Daemon in the quiet of your chamber. The door was closed, but the tension in the air was almost tangible.

“Are you ready to confront Viserys again?” Daemon asked, his voice low.

You sighed, leaning against the wall. “I don’t know if I can. He’s been hurt, and I can see it in his eyes.”

“But he deserves to know that you still love him,” Daemon insisted, stepping closer. “You owe him that truth.”

“And what of you?” you countered, searching his gaze. “Do you think he can accept us?”

Daemon reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch igniting a spark. “If he loves you, he will find a way. But you must be honest with him.”

You felt your heart race at his closeness, the air thick with tension. “What if I can’t bear to see him hurt?”

“Then don’t think about that. Think about what we can create together,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours. “A family built on love and honesty.”

His words resonated deep within you, and before you knew it, you were in his arms again, surrendering to the fire that had always burned between you. The kiss was a promise, a vow to fight for what you believed in, no matter the cost.

Later this night, after a particularly difficult day, you found yourself unable to sleep. The weight of your secrets pressed down on you, and you slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb your husband. You made your way to Daemon’s chambers again, drawn by an irresistible pull.

He was waiting for you, leaning against the window, the flickering candlelight illuminating his sharp features. “You came,” he said, relief washing over his face.

“I couldn’t stay away,” you admitted, stepping closer, the storm outside a mere backdrop to the tempest within.

“Troubled?” he asked, studying your face.

“More like… torn,” you replied, the weight of your emotions spilling out. “I can’t keep living this lie.”

“Then don’t,” Daemon said, stepping closer, the space between you charged with electricity. “Tell him the truth. We can face whatever comes together.”

His proximity made your heart race. “What if it shatters everything?” you whispered, looking into his intense gaze.

“Then we’ll rebuild,” he replied, his voice steady. “With our love as the foundation.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips with yours, pouring all your doubts and fears into that kiss. It was a promise—a vow to fight for the love you shared, no matter the cost. As you pulled away, breathless, you felt a sense of determination rising within you.

“Then we will fight,” you said, resolve hardening in your voice. “We will find a way to protect our children and claim our love.”

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The next day, as you prepared for dinner, your heart raced at the thought of what was to come. Would you be able to confront Viserys? As you laid in bed that night, the darkness enveloping you, you felt a surge of determination.

The following evening, you gathered the courage to speak with Viserys. The weight of your confession felt unbearable, but Daemon’s words echoed in your mind. You had to tell him the truth.

As you sat across from Viserys, the soft flicker of candlelight danced between you, and the weight of your secret felt insurmountable. “Viserys,” you began, your voice trembling. “There’s something I must tell you.”

He looked up, concern etched on his face. “What is it, my love?”

You took a deep breath, the truth burning on the tip of your tongue. “It’s about the children… and Daemon.”

Viserys’s expression shifted, confusion mingling with concern. “What do you mean?”

You steeled yourself, pouring your heart into the words. “They are not.. yours, Viserys. They are Daemon’s. Our love… it created them.”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Viserys’s eyes widened in shock, and you could see the pain in his gaze as he processed your confession. “How could you—”

“I never meant to hurt you,” you interrupted, tears welling in your eyes. “But I cannot deny the truth. Daemon and I… we’ve always shared a bond deeper than I realized.”

Viserys sat back, his expression a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. “You chose him over me. Over our family.”

“It wasn’t a choice,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. “It was something that happened—a connection that was always there. I tried to fight it, but I can’t hide anymore.”

Viserys’s face hardened, the hurt evident in his eyes. “You have betrayed me, and for that, I cannot forgive you easily.”

Your heart sank as the reality of your actions settled in. “Please, Viserys. I still love you.. it was just not enough... The children love you. This doesn’t have to end everything.”

As the weight of your words hung in the air, Daemon stepped into the room, his presence electric. The tension escalated as Viserys’s eyes narrowed at his brother.

“You,” Viserys spat, rising to his feet. “You’ve corrupted her.”

“Viserys, wait—” you tried to interject, but Daemon held up a hand.

“Let me speak,” Daemon said, his voice steady. “This was not just my doing. It was a shared choice, one that reflects the true nature of our bloodline. We are Targaryens, and we are bound by love and fire.”

Viserys’s expression was a mixture of rage and hurt, and you felt your heart breaking as you watched the man you once loved confront the man who had become your everything. “You think this is love?” Viserys said bitterly. “You’ve destroyed my family.”

“No, brother, it was never yours.. but mine” Daemon replied firmly. “We can build something new, one that embraces the truth instead of hiding from it. My children deserve to know their true heritage.”

The air crackled with tension as the three of you stood on the precipice of change. Viserys’s gaze flicked between you and Daemon, and you could see the struggle within him.

“Is this what you truly want?” he asked, his voice strained. “To tear apart what we built?”

You stepped forward, desperation flooding your voice. “I want us all to find a way to coexist. The children need both of us. They need love, not division.”

Viserys stared at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. “And what of your love for him? How can I trust you again?”

“I will prove it to you,” you promised, your heart racing. “I will do whatever it takes to mend this. We can find a path forward.”

As you stood together, the three of you—once torn apart by secrets—now united by the truth, you felt a sense of determination rise within you. The journey ahead would be fraught with challenges, but with Daemon and Viserys by your side, you would face it together.

The following days were filled with tension and uncertainty. The court buzzed with rumors, and whispers about your family echoed through the halls. You took solace in your children, their laughter a balm for your troubled heart. Rhaenyra, Daerys, Rhaella, Aegon, Rhaena, Jaerys, and Daemon II were the light in your life, and you vowed to protect them at all costs, but maybe king’s landing wasn’t the best option to raised them and the way Daemon was looking at her make her understand that’s soon things will changed.. again.

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Aemond Targaryen x Lyra Velaryon (niece)

Aemond saw for the first time since Luc death, his niece the princess Lyra Velaryon on the battle of rook rest.

What if there might be another ending for the Targaryen?

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“A Love Amidst the Flames”

The skies above Rook’s Rest were heavy with the scent of smoke and the promise of impending battle. Aemond Targaryen, perched atop Vhagar, scanned the horizon, his heart racing with a mix of anticipation and dread. His thoughts, however, were not on the strategy or the clash of armies. Instead, they were drawn to a figure soaring through the clouds on Silverwing, Jace twin sister the fierce and determined Lyra Velaryon.

As she approached, her long curly hair with a mix of white and black streamed behind her like a banner of defiance, her armor gleaming under the sun. Aemond felt a familiar ache in his chest. He had fought hard to bury his feelings for her, but the sight of her, clad in battle-ready gear, reignited a fire within him. She was a warrior, brave and resolute, unlike anyone else he had ever known.

Lyra had always understood him in ways that others did not. Their encounters in the shadows of the Keep had been filled with whispered dreams and shared laughter—a fleeting taste of a connection he had long desired. She had pushed him to embrace the strength of his lineage rather than hide from it, igniting a passion in him that he couldn’t ignore.

As she drew closer, Aemond’s resolve wavered. He had come to Rook’s Rest with the intent to defeat Rhaenyra’s forces, to reclaim his family’s honor, but seeing Lyra atop Silver Wing made his heart race for a different reason. The conflict within him grew—he had sworn to uphold his family’s name, yet the bond he felt with her made him hesitate.

“Stay back!” Lyra called out, her voice strong and unwavering. “This is my fight!”

Aemond tightened his grip on Vhagar’s reins, his heart torn. “You shouldn’t be here, Lyra!” he shouted, the words spilling from his lips before he could stop them. “You’re putting yourself in danger!”

Her fierce gaze met his, filled with determination and defiance. “And you think I would stand aside while my family fights? I will not be a pawn in this game any longer.”

Vhagar growled lowly, sensing Aemond’s turmoil, yet he could not bring himself to give the command to attack. The dragon’s instincts told him to defend his rider, but the sight of Lyra fueled a different instinct entirely—one of love and longing. Aemond knew that any attack would mean hurting her, or worst, and that was something he could never do.

As their dragons hovered in the air, the battle below raged on. Aemond could see his allies readying themselves for a confrontation, and the weight of duty pressed heavily on his shoulders. “This isn’t just about us,” he said, desperation creeping into his voice. “It’s about our families, our kingdoms.”

Lyra’s expression softened, her resolve faltering for just a moment. “I know what’s at stake, Aemond. But I won’t back down. I can’t. Not when everything is on the line.”

For a heartbeat, the world around them faded—the sounds of battle, the cries of warriors, the clash of steel—all became distant echoes as they locked eyes. In that moment, Aemond saw not just his opponent, but the girl he had fallen for, the fierce spirit that captivated him from the start.

“You’re too important to me,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t let you get hurt.”

“I can take care of myself,” she replied, but there was a flicker of understanding in her gaze. “Just as you can. We can face this together, Aemond.”

With the weight of their destinies hanging in the balance, Aemond felt the decision settle within him. He would not betray her; he could not let their families’ feud dictate the course of their hearts. “Then let’s find a way to end this without further bloodshed,” he suggested, his voice steadier now.

Lyra nodded, a spark of hope igniting in her eyes. “Together, we can convince them to listen. There has to be another way.”

As they turned their dragons away from the battlefield, Aemond felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with fear. They soared high above the chaos, gliding through the skies that had once seemed so foreboding. The winds whipped around them, but in that moment, Aemond felt free, their shared resolve propelling them forward.

“Where do we go?” Lyra asked, her brow furrowed in thought.

“Let’s find a place to land where we can speak without the prying eyes of the court,” Aemond suggested, recalling a secluded glen not far from the battlefield. It was a place he and Lyra had once played as children, a sanctuary far removed from the politics of the court.

They landed in the clearing, dismounting as their dragons settled nearby. The sound of battle was muted here, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of distant birds. Aemond turned to Lyra, his heart pounding. “We can’t let them destroy each other,” he began, urgency in his voice. “Our families are caught in a cycle of hatred, and we’re the only ones who can break it.”

Lyra’s expression was fierce. “But how? They see us as enemies. We need to show them that unity is stronger than division.”

Aemond stepped closer, the space between them charged with tension. “What if we propose a truce? A meeting where both sides can discuss their grievances without swords drawn?”

“Do you really think they’ll listen?” she asked, doubt creeping into her voice.

“If we stand together, they will have no choice but to pay attention,” he replied, his voice steady. “You and I have always been stronger together. We can be the bridge they need.”

Lyra studied him for a moment, the weight of their families’ legacies hanging between them. “It’s a risk. But if we don’t try, we’ll lose everything. Not just our families, but ourselves.”

Aemond reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “Then let’s do this together. For us, for our families, for a future where we’re not defined by bloodshed.”

She squeezed his hand, her gaze steady. “Together.”

As they crafted their plan, Aemond felt a sense of purpose solidifying within him. They shared stories of their childhood, recalling moments of laughter that felt like lifetimes ago. The more they spoke, the more the tension between them shifted into something deeper—a bond forged not just by duty, but by shared dreams and desires.

But their moment of peace was short-lived. The sounds of battle began to intensify again, echoing in the distance. Aemond and Lyra exchanged worried glances. They needed to act quickly.

“We must return,” Aemond urged, his heart racing. “We need to gather support for our proposal.”

They mounted their dragons once more, the urgency of their mission fueling their flight. As they soared back toward the battlefield, Aemond’s mind raced with thoughts of how to present their plan. Would their families be willing to listen? Would the hatred that had festered for so long be able to be quelled by the simple words of two determined hearts?

As they descended, they spotted the assembled forces—both Rhaenyra’s and Aemond’s—poised for conflict. The tension was palpable, swords drawn and dragons roaring in the sky above.

Aemond took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling on his shoulders. “We’ll announce our intentions together,” he said, his heart pounding. “If they see us united, they may reconsider.”

Lyra nodded, her expression fierce. “For all the families we love, we have to try.”

They landed amidst their respective armies, the eyes of warriors upon them. Aemond stepped forward, Lyra at his side, and raised his voice above the clamor. “Brothers and sisters of House Targaryen, we come not as enemies, but as advocates for peace.”

The crowd fell silent, confusion rippling through the ranks. Aemond’s heart raced as he continued, “Our families are locked in a cycle of violence that threatens to consume us all. We propose a truce—a chance to lay down our swords and listen to one another.”

Gasps erupted from the soldiers, and whispers spread like wildfire. Lyra stepped forward, her voice ringing clear. “We cannot let our legacy be defined by bloodshed and hatred. We have the power to change our fate. Together, we can build a future where love and unity prevail.”

Aemond watched as the soldiers shifted, uncertainty painted on their faces. But then, a voice rose from the crowd—one of Rhaenyra’s loyalists. “You expect us to believe that you two can end this war? You’re merely children playing at peace!”

The words struck like a dagger, and Aemond felt a surge of fear. “We may be young, but we understand the cost of this war better than anyone. We’ve lost too much already—family, friends, hope.”

Another voice chimed in, this time from Aemond’s side. “What do you suggest instead? Another battle? More bloodshed?”

Aemond seized the moment, stepping further into the crowd. “We must choose to unite rather than divide. We owe it to our ancestors, to the legacy of House Targaryen. Let us sit down, listen to one another, and forge a new path.”

Lyra stood beside him, radiating strength. “This is our chance to redefine what it means to be Targaryens. To show that we can be united in purpose, even if our paths have diverged.”

The murmurs intensified, and Aemond could feel the weight of their words settling in the hearts of those around them. Slowly, he saw heads nodding, expressions shifting from hostility to contemplation.

But as hope flickered, Aemond’s heart sank when he spotted a familiar figure in the crowd—an ally turned foe, ready to disrupt their fragile peace. He stepped forward, his face twisted in disdain. “You dare suggest peace after all this? You are traitors!”

Aemond felt Lyra’s hand tighten around his. “We’re not traitors; we’re dreamers seeking a better future. This war will only lead to more suffering!”

The figure laughed, a cruel sound that echoed through the air. “You think you can change centuries of bloodshed with pretty words? You’re fools!”

Aemond felt the anger surge within him, but he forced himself to remain calm. “Perhaps we are fools. But we are fools willing to try.”

The air crackled with tension, and just as it seemed the moment might shatter, a voice broke through the din. It was one of Rhaenyra’s most trusted advisors. “What if we hear them out? What do we have to lose by listening?”

A shift occurred, and the crowd began to murmur. Aemond’s heart raced as he exchanged a glance with Lyra. Could it be that their message was taking root?

“Let us have a council,” the advisor continued. “A meeting to discuss terms, grievances, and hopes for our families. We owe it to ourselves to explore this possibility.”

Aemond felt the tide of sentiment shifting, hope blooming like a flower in the harshest of winters. As the murmurs of agreement spread, he turned to Lyra, their eyes locking in shared determination.

With the warriors now engaged in a dialogue rather than drawing swords, Aemond stepped closer to her. “We did it,” he said, breathless. “We opened a door.”

Lyra smiled, a mixture of relief and exhilaration washing over her. “This is just the beginning, Aemond. We must keep fighting for peace, together.”

As the council was convened, Aemond and Lyra stood side by side, united in purpose. They listened intently to the discussions, advocating for their vision of a united Targaryen legacy. With each word spoken, they felt the walls of animosity beginning to crumble, brick by brick.

Time passed slowly in the clearing, the sun dipping low in the sky. Aemond felt a weight lift as the Targaryens began to voice their hopes rather than their grievances. Ideas flowed—suggestions for alliances, reparations, and new terms for a lasting peace. Lyra spoke passionately, her voice cutting through the tension, her conviction palpable.

But as the discussions progressed, Aemond could sense that some were still hesitant. Old grudges and bitter feelings lingered like shadows, ready to pounce. He knew that one wrong word could send everything spiraling back into chaos.

Aemond leaned closer to Lyra, their shoulders brushing together. “We need a decisive moment,” he whispered. “Something to rally everyone behind our cause.”

Lyra nodded thoughtfully, her brow furrowed in concentration. “What if we proposed a joint celebration? A feast to mark this truce and symbolize our unity? It would show that we can come together, despite our differences.”

Aemond’s eyes lit up. “That’s brilliant! A festival of sorts, where we can celebrate our shared heritage and remind everyone of our bonds.”

As they discussed the details, Aemond felt a surge of hope. He had always admired Lyra’s intelligence and spirit, but now, as they brainstormed together, he saw how deeply their connection had grown. This was more than just a shared mission; it was a partnership forged in the fires of conflict and tempered by a shared vision for a brighter future.

Hours passed, and finally, the council reached a consensus. Aemond and Lyra stood before the gathered Targaryens, their hearts racing. “We propose a feast at Dragonstone,” Aemond declared, his voice echoing through the clearing. “A celebration of our unity, where we will honor our ancestors and the bond that ties us as Targaryens.”

The response was immediate—cheers erupted from the crowd, voices lifting in agreement. The momentum had shifted, and Aemond felt the weight of their collective hope.

Lyra stepped forward, her voice strong. “This feast will be our declaration of peace. It is a chance to heal old wounds and build new alliances.”

As the council wrapped up, Aemond felt a sense of relief wash over him. They had done it—they had sparked a glimmer of hope in a time of darkness. But as they walked away from the clearing, hand in hand, Aemond could not shake the feeling that their journey was far from over.

Days passed in a blur of preparation for the feast. As Dragonstone transformed into a vibrant setting filled with laughter, music, and food, Aemond found himself consumed by the weight of expectation. This was their moment, but the stakes were high.

Lyra was a whirlwind of energy, rallying support and encouraging those who still harbored doubts. Aemond admired her tenacity, watching her as she moved through the crowd, her presence magnetic. It reminded him of their childhood—how she had always been a beacon of light, guiding him through his darkest moments.

On the night of the feast, the grand hall of Dragonstone was adorned with banners and flowers, the air thick with anticipation. Aemond stood at the head of the table, looking out at the faces of his family and their allies. He felt a mix of pride and anxiety.

Lyra took her place beside him, her presence calming. “We can do this,” she whispered, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

As the feast began, laughter and music filled the air. Aemond watched as old rivals shared drinks, and the atmosphere shifted from one of tension to camaraderie. It was a sight he had never thought possible. He felt a swell of hope—a tangible promise of change.

When the time came for speeches, Aemond stood, his heart pounding in his chest. “Tonight, we gather not as enemies, but as kin. We are Targaryens, bound by blood and destiny. Let us honor our ancestors and forge a new path together.” His voice rang out with conviction.

The applause that followed was thunderous, echoing off the stone walls. Aemond felt a rush of warmth and relief. But as he glanced at Lyra, he saw a shadow of concern in her eyes.

“What is it?” he asked quietly, stepping closer.

“It’s just… some are still uncertain. They’re waiting for a sign,” she replied, her voice low.

Aemond furrowed his brow, his mind racing. “We need to give them that sign. Something powerful.”

As the night wore on, Aemond and Lyra shared knowing glances, the unspoken bond between them strengthening with each passing moment. They moved through the crowd, laughing and engaging with their guests, but the pressure to prove their commitment to peace hung over them like a storm cloud.

Finally, as the stars began to twinkle overhead, Aemond felt a sudden surge of inspiration. “Let’s have a toast,” he announced, raising his goblet high. “To our families, to our past, and to a future filled with hope and unity.”

Lyra joined him, her eyes sparkling. “And to the bonds we share, stronger than any feud.”

As they raised their goblets, the hall fell silent. Aemond felt the weight of the moment settle upon him. “May we be guided by love, not hatred, and may this night mark the beginning of a new era for House Targaryen.”

As they drank, the tension in the room began to dissolve, replaced by an air of camaraderie. The guests began to join in, raising their own goblets in agreement. Aemond caught sight of the hesitant faces softening, the shadows of doubt lifting.

Suddenly, the doors of the hall burst open, and a figure strode in—a familiar warrior, one of Rhaenyra’s most loyal knights. Aemond’s heart raced as he recognized him, unsure of what to expect.

“Forgive my interruption,” the knight announced, his voice loud enough to be heard over the music. “But I have come to express my support for the truce.”

Aemond’s breath caught in his throat. “You… you wish to support our cause?”

The knight nodded, his expression resolute. “I have fought for Rhaenyra for years, but I see the truth now. The cycle of bloodshed must end. If you are willing to unite, so am I.”

The hall erupted into cheers, the atmosphere electric with renewed hope. Aemond turned to Lyra, a smile breaking across his face. This was the sign they had been waiting for.

As the celebration continued, the atmosphere shifted, and old grudges began to fade away, replaced by shared laughter and stories of the past. Aemond and Lyra moved through the crowd, soaking in the warmth of their families coming together. With every clink of goblets, every shared laugh, they felt their bond solidifying.

But just as the night seemed to reach its peak, a familiar voice cut through the revelry—a voice filled with anger and disdain. It was one of Aemond’s former allies, a bitter rival who had long resisted any notion of peace.

“This is madness!” he shouted, glaring at Aemond and Lyra. “You think this will last? We are Targaryens! We were born to rule, not to cower before our enemies!”

Aemond felt a surge of anger rising within him, but Lyra stepped forward, her presence commanding attention. “We are not cowering; we are choosing a different path. A path that values unity over division. You can choose to join us, or continue down a road that leads to destruction.”

The hall fell silent, all eyes on the rival. Aemond’s heart raced, the tension palpable. Would he dismiss their plea for peace?

Slowly, the rival’s expression shifted, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. “And what if you fail? What if you’re betrayed?”

Lyra met his gaze, her voice unwavering. “We will face those challenges together. We are stronger united, and we will not give up.”

Aemond stepped forward, his voice steady. “This is our chance to prove that Targaryens can be more than warriors—we can be builders of a new legacy. Will you stand with us?”

The rival hesitated, glancing around at the faces of their kin, many of whom wore expressions of hope. Finally, he nodded, albeit reluctantly. “Very well. I will give this truce a chance.”

The hall erupted into cheers again, the spirit of unity filling the air. Aemond looked at Lyra, their hearts racing in sync. They had forged a path toward peace, but they knew that their journey was only beginning.

As the night wore on, they danced together under the stars, their laughter blending with the music, a reflection of the bond they had forged. Aemond held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his. “No matter what challenges we face, we’ll face them together,” he promised.

Lyra smiled, her eyes bright with determination. “Always.”

As the festivities continued, Aemond felt a profound sense of purpose. He had once been caught in the shadows of his family’s legacy, but now, standing beside Lyra, he felt empowered to carve out a new destiny—one built on love, hope, and the promise of a brighter future.

In that moment, Aemond knew that together, they would rise above the flames of conflict and pave the way for a new era—one where their love could flourish amidst the ashes of war.

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Aegon Targaryen x little sister Targaryen

Aegon was always very closed of his little sister Daeris, but when he was in aged to get married his mother the queen alicent decided to not choose Daeris for him, too afraid of what the both of them were capable..

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Bound by fire

In the heart of the Red Keep, Aegon Targaryen often felt the weight of his crown pressing down on him, a reminder of the responsibilities and expectations that came with the throne. Yet, amidst the court’s scheming and whispers, there was one person who understood him completely: his younger sister, Daeris. From their earliest days, they had shared a bond that transcended the confines of royal duty, a connection forged in laughter and secret dreams.

As children, they often escaped the confines of the palace, sneaking into the gardens where the scent of blooming roses mingled with the promise of adventure. In those moments, they would share their hopes and fears, each confiding in the other as if they were the only two souls in a vast, uncaring world.

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be free?” Daeris would ask, her voice barely above a whisper as they lay on the grass, the stars twinkling overhead.

“Every day,” Aegon would reply, a mix of yearning and longing in his gaze. “But we are Targaryens; our duty binds us to this throne, whether we like it or not.”

Yet even within the constraints of their noble lineage, Daeris’s laughter brought him solace. She had a way of finding light in the darkest corners, a gift that made the burdens of their heritage seem lighter, if only for a moment.

As they grew older, the shadows of their mother, Queen Alicent, loomed larger. Alicent’s ambitions for Aegon consumed her, and she often reminded him of the expectations placed upon him. “You must think of the realm, Aegon. Your duty is to your family and your crown,” she would insist, her voice both commanding and fearful.

Aegon understood his mother’s perspective but felt increasingly suffocated by her constraints. The pressure to conform to the expectations of a future king often drove him to seek solace in Daeris. Late at night, when the palace was quiet and the stars filled the sky, he would find her in the gardens, lost in thought.

“Daeris,” he would call softly, and she would turn, a smile breaking across her face that melted away his worries. “What are you thinking about?”

“About the future,” she would reply, her eyes sparkling with ambition. “What if we could change things? What if we could create a kingdom where love and strength prevail?”

He would draw her close, holding her tightly. “With you by my side, I believe anything is possible.”

But as the years passed and the responsibilities of kingship loomed nearer, the weight of their love became an unbearable secret. Alicent grew increasingly suspicious of their bond, fearing the power it could wield. “You must keep your distance, Aegon,” she warned. “The world will not accept what you share. It is a dangerous path.”

Despite her fears, Aegon felt an undeniable pull toward Daeris. Their moments together became more precious, their stolen glances filled with unspoken words. He cherished their shared laughter, the way her presence lit up his darkest days.

On the eve of his coronation, Aegon wrestled with his conflicting emotions. The throne was finally within reach, but the thought of ruling without Daeris by his side felt like a betrayal of everything they had dreamed of together. As he sat in his chambers, staring at the Iron Throne, he knew he had to make a choice that would change everything.

The day of the coronation dawned bright, but a storm brewed within Aegon. As he stood before the gathered lords and ladies of the realm, he felt the weight of their gazes, the expectation of his mother looming behind him. Yet, when he looked for Daeris, he saw her standing resolute among the crowd, her eyes filled with encouragement and love.

“My lords and ladies,” he began, his voice steady, though his heart raced. “Today marks not only the beginning of my reign but a new chapter for House Targaryen. I will not be the king who bends to fear or tradition. I will forge my own path.”

Alicent stepped forward, alarm flashing in her eyes. “Aegon, think carefully!” she implored, but he pressed on, unwavering.

“I hereby declare that Daeris, my sister, shall be my second wife.” His voice rang through the hall, and gasps echoed around him. The nobles were stunned, the tension palpable.

“Aegon, this is unwise,” Daeris whispered as she stepped forward, concern etched on her face.

“No,” he replied, determination surging within him. “It is time to embrace what we are. Together, we can unify this realm, harnessing the power of our bond. We will not be mere pawns in our mother’s game.”

The court held its breath as Daeris’s eyes widened. “But the consequences could be dire,” she cautioned. “The realm will never accept us..”

“Let them try,” Aegon said fiercely. “What we have is stronger than their fears. They will see that our union brings strength, not division. We can challenge the old ways and redefine the future of our house.”

As the silence stretched, Aegon felt a shift in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of their bond, a spark of acceptance that might just ignite a new path. Daeris looked deeply into his eyes, her trust in him unwavering.

“If this is what you truly want, I will stand by you,” she said softly, her heart racing with both excitement and fear. “We will face the storm together.”

With that, Aegon felt a rush of hope. The court remained silent, but he sensed a change, a ripple of acknowledgment that perhaps they could carve out their own destiny.

In the days that followed, their lives became a whirlwind of preparation and scrutiny. Aegon found himself navigating the political landscape, facing the pushback of nobles who could not fathom their union. Yet with each challenge, Daeris was his anchor. They would steal moments together, laughter echoing through the quiet corners of the palace.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Aegon found Daeris in the gardens, the light casting a golden glow around her. “You’ve been my strength through all of this,” he said, approaching her. “I don’t know how I would have faced the court without you.”

She turned, her smile warm and inviting. “We’re in this together, Aegon. We always have been. Our bond is stronger than any title or crown.”

Their hands found each other, fingers intertwining as they stood beneath the stars. “Do you ever think about what we dreamed of as children?” Aegon asked, his voice low. “A world where love could conquer fear?”

Daeris nodded, her gaze thoughtful. “Every day. And now, it feels like we have the chance to make that dream a reality.”

As the days turned into weeks, Aegon and Daeris continued to face opposition, but they remained steadfast. They attended feasts and council meetings, presenting a united front to those who dared to challenge their bond. With every whispered threat and glimmer of disapproval, their love deepened, transforming into an unbreakable force.

One fateful evening, during a grand feast, an ambitious lord rose to speak against them. “This union is an abomination!” he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. “You will bring ruin to the realm!”

Aegon felt anger surge within him, but Daeris placed a calming hand on his arm. “Let me,” she whispered. He nodded, stepping back to allow her to speak.

Daeris stood tall, her voice steady and clear. “Our love does not weaken the realm; it strengthens it. Together, we embody the unity that this kingdom so desperately needs. We are Targaryens, and our bond is a testament to the strength of our house.”

Her words hung in the air, and Aegon watched as some nobles shifted uneasily, their expressions softening. They had seen the depth of her conviction, the way her spirit shone when she spoke of their shared vision.

“Aegon and I share more than blood,” Daeris continued, her eyes piercing through the tension in the hall. “We share a vision for a future where love and loyalty prevail. Together, we will build a realm that serves all, not just the privileged few.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Aegon felt a swell of pride for Daeris, knowing that her bravery was a reflection of their shared strength.

As the feast continued, whispers of approval began to ripple through the crowd. Aegon and Daeris exchanged a glance, the bond between them reaffirmed in that moment. They were not just siblings; they were partners in every sense, ready to face the challenges ahead.

In the weeks that followed, their relationship blossomed further. They spent evenings in the library, poring over ancient texts about their family history and the legacy they wished to create. Their discussions became fervent debates, laughter punctuating serious conversations as they envisioned a kingdom built on justice and love.

One night, as they studied a particularly ancient tome, Daeris leaned closer to Aegon, her hair brushing against his shoulder. “Do you ever feel like we’re meant to do this?” she asked softly, her breath warm against his skin. “To change the world?”

He turned to her, feeling the gravity of her words. “I do. With you, I feel like we can achieve anything. We are stronger together than apart.”

Daeris smiled, her expression radiant. “Then let’s not waste this chance. Let’s make the realm a better place, not just for us but for everyone.”

With each passing day, they plotted their reforms, improving the lives of the smallfolk, ensuring justice for the wronged, and uniting the divided houses of Westeros. Their shared ambition ignited a passion that made their bond deeper, a love that transcended mere sibling affection.

Yet, not all were supportive. As their popularity grew, so did the animosity from those who feared their union. A nobleman from a prominent house, feeling threatened by Aegon’s vision, began to rally dissenters, whispering poison into the ears of the court.

One evening, as Aegon and Daeris walked through the gardens, they overheard a group of nobles discussing their plans to undermine Aegon’s authority. Aegon’s jaw tightened, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

“We can’t let them get away with this,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “They’ll try to tear us apart.”

Daeris squeezed his hand, her gaze steady. “Then we must act swiftly. We can’t allow fear to dictate our future. We need to show them that our love is unshakeable.”

“Together,” he agreed, feeling the strength of her resolve fill him with determination.

Their strategy involved reaching out to the common folk, emphasizing that their union was a force for good. Aegon and Daeris began to hold public gatherings, inviting the smallfolk to speak and share their grievances. They listened intently, pledging to address their concerns and foster a more equitable kingdom.

One day, as they stood before a gathering crowd, Aegon spoke passionately about their vision. “We are Targaryens, but we are also your servants. We will fight for you, for your rights and your future. Our love will not just unite us; it will unite this kingdom.”

Daeris stepped forward, her voice clear and unwavering. “Together, we will build a realm where every voice is heard, where love is the guiding principle. We are here to serve, and we will not be afraid to challenge the status quo.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, their support invigorating. Aegon felt a surge of hope, knowing that with Daeris at his side, they could weather any storm. Their bond, once seen as a secret, now became a rallying cry for a new era.

But even as they garnered support, the forces against them grew more desperate. The nobleman, driven by his desire for power, orchestrated a scheme to undermine Aegon’s rule. He spread rumors of discontent and discord, painting Daeris as a puppet in Aegon’s grand plans.

One fateful night, as Aegon and Daeris were discussing their next steps in the library, the door burst open, and a group of nobles stormed in. “You have gone too far!” one of them shouted, eyes blazing with fury. “You threaten the very fabric of our realm!”

Aegon stepped protectively in front of Daeris, his heart racing. “You know nothing of our intentions. We are here to bring justice, not chaos.”

“Justice?” the nobleman scoffed. “You would tear apart the traditions that bind us together! Your love is an abomination that will ruin everything!”

Daeris stepped forward, her voice steady and resolute. “Our love is a strength, not a weakness. It represents hope for a future where fear no longer dictates our choices. We will not be silenced.”

Aegon’s heart swelled with pride as he watched her confront their enemies with such courage. “We will not cower before your threats,” he declared. “We will continue to fight for our vision, for our people, and for our love. And if we had to make the city burn of fire and blood with ours dragons then we will.. ”

The noblemen exchanged glances, unsure of how to respond. The tension in the room was palpable, but Aegon and Daeris stood firm, their hands clasped together—a united front against the opposition.

Days turned into weeks as the political landscape continued to shift. Aegon and Daeris worked tirelessly to strengthen their alliances and garner support from the common folk. They held gatherings, inviting everyone to share their stories and concerns. The more they listened, the more their bond solidified, transforming into a shared mission.

One evening, as they sat together in the gardens, Aegon turned to Daeris, his expression contemplative. “Do you ever worry about the future? About what it might hold for us?”

Daeris looked up at the stars, her gaze thoughtful. “Of course. But I believe that as long as we have each other, we can face anything. Our love is our greatest weapon.”

He smiled, feeling the warmth of her words envelop him. “With you, I feel invincible. We can reshape this kingdom together.”

As they continued to face challenges, their relationship deepened. They became each other’s confidants, allies, and best friends, navigating the complexities of their roles while holding tight to the dreams they shared.

But their trials were far from over. The nobleman’s campaign to discredit them intensified, culminating in a grand council meeting where he sought to undermine Aegon’s rule publicly. “This union threatens the stability of our realm!” he exclaimed, his voice rising above the murmurs of the gathered nobles. “Aegon’s judgment is clouded by his infatuation with his sister!”

Aegon felt the room grow tense, but he stood tall, fueled by the strength of Daeris’s presence beside him. “My sister is not my weakness; she is my strength,” he countered, his voice unwavering. “Together, we will build a realm that serves all, not just the privileged few.”

Daeris stepped forward, her gaze fierce. “Our love does not diminish the Targaryen legacy; it enhances it. We are committed to serving this kingdom, to listening to the voices of the people, and to creating a future where all can thrive.”

The tension in the hall was palpable, but there were whispers of support among the gathered nobles. Aegon felt a surge of hope; perhaps they were beginning to see the truth of their union.

As the council meeting concluded, Aegon and Daeris emerged into the cool evening air, their hearts racing with adrenaline. “Do you think we reached them?” Aegon asked, his breath still heavy from the confrontation.

“I believe we planted a seed of doubt in their minds,” Daeris replied, her eyes bright with determination. “We must keep pushing forward. The more we show our commitment to the people, the harder it will be for them to oppose us.”

Over the following weeks, Aegon and Daeris’s efforts began to bear fruit. Their gatherings grew larger, and they garnered support from unexpected allies. The common folk began to rally behind their vision, inspired by the unity they represented.

One afternoon, as they stood in front of a cheering crowd, Aegon felt a wave of exhilaration. “This is just the beginning,” he announced, his voice ringing with conviction. “Together, we will create a kingdom where love conquers fear, where every voice matters, and where our bond will become a symbol of hope for all not just of war again Rhaenyra and her bastards..”

Daeris’s heart swelled with pride as she watched her brother inspire the masses. They were not just siblings; they were champions of a new era.

But as their popularity grew, so did the desperation of their enemies. The nobleman who had opposed them continued to plot against them, seeking to exploit any weakness in their armor. He spread lies and rumors, attempting to turn the tide of public opinion against them.

One evening, Aegon and Daeris returned to the palace after a successful gathering. They were met by a somber Alicent, who had been visibly distressed.

“Aegon, there are rumors spreading like wildfire,” she warned, her voice shaky. “They claim that your union with Daeris is a danger to the realm. The council is divided, and they’re calling for a vote to question your legitimacy as king.”

Aegon felt a surge of panic. “What do we do? We can’t allow this to escalate.”

Daeris stepped forward, her eyes steady. “We confront them. We need to show them that our love is not a weakness; it is our greatest strength. We will not be cowed by their fears.”

In the following days, they prepared for a crucial council meeting. Aegon and Daeris crafted a passionate speech together, drawing from their shared vision for the kingdom. As they rehearsed, Aegon felt a sense of unity enveloping them.

On the day of the meeting, the tension in the council chamber was palpable. Lords and ladies filled the seats, their faces a mix of curiosity and disdain. Aegon and Daeris stood together at the front, their hands clasped firmly.

“My lords and ladies,” Aegon began, his voice steady despite the weight of scrutiny. “Today, we stand united, not just as brother and sister, but as partners dedicated to the future of this kingdom. Our bond is a symbol of strength, not weakness.”

Daeris stepped forward, her eyes fierce and unwavering. “We will not allow fear to dictate our choices. Our love represents hope, a chance for this kingdom to thrive. Together, we can create a realm where every voice is heard and respected.”

As they spoke, Aegon could feel the energy in the room shift. Some nobles shifted uncomfortably, while others nodded in agreement. Aegon and Daeris’s passion was infectious, and he could see that their message was resonating.

But then, the nobleman who had opposed them rose, his voice cutting through the air. “This union is unnatural! It undermines the very foundation of our realm!”

Aegon felt anger rise within him, but Daeris squeezed his hand, grounding him. “We are not asking for your acceptance; we are demanding your respect,” she declared. “Love knows no boundaries, and our bond will only strengthen the Targaryen legacy.”

The room fell silent, and for a moment, Aegon felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps they could win this battle together.

After what felt like an eternity, the council voted. Aegon and Daeris stood side by side, hands intertwined, as the results were announced. A narrow majority supported them, and a wave of relief washed over Aegon.

As the meeting adjourned, Daeris turned to him, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “We did it! Together.”

Aegon pulled her into a tight embrace, feeling the weight of their struggles lift momentarily. “This is just the beginning. We will continue to fight for our vision, for our people.”

In the following weeks, they faced renewed challenges, but their bond only grew stronger. Aegon and Daeris worked tirelessly, implementing reforms and listening to the concerns of the people. They became a force for change, their love inspiring hope throughout the realm.

Yet, even as they forged ahead, the specter of opposition loomed large. The nobleman, humiliated by their victory, grew increasingly desperate. He began to plot a more dangerous scheme, one that would put everything Aegon and Daeris had built at risk.

One fateful night, as Aegon and Daeris prepared to retire, a loud crash echoed through the halls. Aegon instinctively moved to protect Daeris, his heart racing. “Stay behind me,” he instructed, his voice firm.

As they stepped into the hallway, they were met by a group of armed men, their faces obscured by masks. The nobleman’s voice echoed through the shadows. “You’ve gone too far, Targaryens! It’s time to end this madness!”

Aegon’s heart raced as he drew Daeris close, their bond providing strength in the face of danger. “You will not harm us!” he shouted, his voice steady despite the fear coursing through him.

“Your reign ends tonight!” the nobleman hissed, his eyes filled with rage.

Daeris stepped forward, her expression fierce. “You underestimate us. Our love is a force that cannot be extinguished. We will fight for our future, no matter the cost.”

In that moment, Aegon felt the fire of determination ignite within him. They were more than siblings; they were warriors, united against the darkness threatening to tear them apart.

With a surge of adrenaline, Aegon charged forward, leading Daeris into the fray. Together, they fought back against their attackers, a whirlwind of strength and determination. They were not alone; the guards had been alerted, and soon the hall was filled with the sounds of clashing steel and cries of defiance.

As the battle raged, Aegon caught a glimpse of Daeris, her fierce spirit shining through as she defended herself with unwavering resolve. They moved in sync, each protecting the other, their bond forged in fire.

Finally, as the dust settled, the last of the attackers were subdued. Aegon turned to Daeris, breathless and exhilarated. “We did it!”

She nodded, her eyes bright with fierce determination. “We are stronger than they realize. Together, we can face anything.”

With their enemies vanquished, Aegon and Daeris emerged from the shadows, their love unbreakable, their resolve fortified. They would not allow anyone to tear them apart. They would forge ahead, side by side, as champions of a new era—a reign built on love, strength, and unwavering commitment to their people.

As they stood together, the weight of their shared struggles felt lighter. The future was uncertain, but Aegon knew that as long as they faced it together, there was nothing they could not overcome.

Their love had become a force of its own, inspiring hope across the realm and solidifying their place in history as not just a king and queen, but as beacons of change for all of Westeros.

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Aemond x reader x sir criston (platonic) x rhaenyra (platonic)

Elena is the daughter of rhaenyra, and even if she was claimed as the daughter of Leanor, but she was in fact created during the union of the princess and sir criston..

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Secrets and Shadows

The Red Keep thrummed with a tense energy, a palpable undercurrent of ambition and secrecy swirling in the air. Rhaenyra Targaryen paced in her chambers, cradling her newborn daughter, Elena, who slept soundly against her chest. The weight of her secret pressed heavily on her heart, the truth of Elena’s parentage a dangerous burden that could unravel the very fabric of her life.

Months had passed since that passionate night with Ser Criston Cole, a night filled with longing and reckless abandon that had ignited a fire within them both. When Rhaenyra discovered she was pregnant, fear gripped her. The implications were dire; a child born out of wedlock could bring ruin not only to her but also to the realm. So she made the decision that would haunt her: she would claim Elena as Laenor Velaryon’s daughter, ensuring her lineage and legacy remained intact.

In the dimly lit chambers of the Red Keep, she cradled Elena, her heart swelling with love and trepidation. The infant’s small features mirrored her own, and Rhaenyra could hardly bear the thought of losing her to the cruel judgments of the court.

As the months turned into years, Elena grew, her bright eyes and spirited nature becoming a source of joy for Rhaenyra. Yet, the secret weighed heavily on her, and she felt the shadow of the truth lurking, ready to pounce at any moment.

Among the court, Aemond Targaryen began to take notice of Elena. He had always been observant, and something about the girl caught his interest. Aemond’s curiosity shifted to obsession as he watched her, particularly drawn to a unique birthmark on her shoulder that mirrored one he bore himself. The resemblance intrigued him, leading him to ponder the girl’s true lineage.

One sunny afternoon, Aemond sought out Ser Criston, eager to gain insight into the knight who had so recently risen through the ranks. They found themselves in a secluded corner of the gardens, the atmosphere thick with tension.

“Ser Criston,” Aemond began, his casual tone belied by the sharpness in his gaze. “We need to talk about the princess’s daughter.”

Criston’s heart raced, instinctively sensing the direction of the conversation. “What about her?” he replied, striving to keep his voice steady despite the storm brewing inside.

“She’s remarkable,” Aemond said, leaning in closer, a predatory glint in his eye. “But there’s something peculiar—did you notice the birthmark on her shoulder? It’s quite distinctive, isn’t it?”

The words hit Criston like a blow, and a chill ran down his spine. “What are you insinuating, Prince Aemond?” he asked, forcing his voice to remain calm.

“I’m merely stating the facts,” Aemond replied, his smile betraying a sense of victory. “It makes one wonder about her true parentage... You have a similar mark, do you not?”

Criston felt the ground shift beneath him. Memories of that fateful night with Rhaenyra flooded back, and the implications of Aemond’s words clawed at him. “Elena is Laenor’s daughter,” he insisted, though doubt began to creep in.

“Is she?” Aemond pressed, a sly grin on his face. “It seems that the princess has woven quite the tale, doesn’t it? But I wonder if she’ll be able to keep it hidden from those who are truly observant.”

Criston stepped closer, the air between them crackling with tension. “You will not speak of her like that,” he warned, his voice low and fierce. “A women’s lineage is not a game.”

Aemond shrugged, feigning disinterest. “You’re quite defensive for someone who claims to have no stake in this. But it is intriguing, isn’t it? The way she looks at you—there’s a connection.”

The challenge in Aemond’s tone ignited a fire within Criston. “I care for Elena, yes, but that doesn’t give you the right to speculate. I will protect her and the Targaryen at all costs.”

“Protecting her may not be enough,” Aemond said, stepping back with a flourish. “Just remember, secrets have a way of surfacing in this court. If you truly wish to keep Elena safe, you might want to consider how much you reveal—especially to someone like me.”

With that, Aemond turned to leave, the weight of his insinuations hanging in the air. Criston felt a surge of anger and protectiveness welling within him. He could not allow anyone to threaten Elena.

As the days turned into weeks, Criston found himself increasingly drawn to the pair, shadowing her throughout the castle, his instincts on high alert. He watched Rhaenyra readswith Elena, their laughter echoing through the halls, and he felt a fierce protectiveness blossom in his heart.

One evening, as Rhaenyra and Elena were walking in the gardens, Criston approached, a smile breaking through the tension that had gripped him for so long. “May I join you, my lady?” he asked, kneeling beside them.

“Of course, Sir Criston,” Rhaenyra replied, her eyes lighting up. Elena smiled, reaching for his hand, her fingers wrapping around his own.

“She’s getting gorgeous every day,” Criston said, watching Elena with a mixture of pride and love. “You’ve done well, Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra’s expression softened as she looked at him. “Thank you Sir Criston... I couldn’t have done it without your support.”

Criston felt a swell of emotion at her words, the bond they shared deepening. “I will always be here for her, for both of you,” he promised, his voice firm. “I won’t let anyone threaten your safety or Elena’s.”

Rhaenyra’s gaze turned serious. “But you must also protect yourself. The court is a dangerous place, and Aemond’s curiosity could easily turn into something more malicious.”

Criston shook his head, resolve hardening within him. “I won’t let Aemond or anyone else dictate our fates. I’ll face whatever challenges come our way to keep Elena safe.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the garden, Criston felt a renewed sense of purpose. He would shield Elena from the dangers that lurked in the shadows. The world around her might be fraught with treachery, but within their small circle, he vowed to create a sanctuary.

Days passed, and Aemond’s obsession grew, his sharp eyes always lingering on Elena. Criston sensed the danger rising, and every encounter with Aemond left him feeling more on edge. He could not shake the feeling that Aemond was plotting something.

One afternoon, Criston confronted Rhaenyra. “We need to speak about Aemond. His interest in Elena is becoming too intense.”

Rhaenyra’s brow furrowed with concern. “What do you mean?”

“I fear he may try to use her against you, to expose the truth and worst if he want to have her as his wife..” Criston replied, his voice low and urgent. “We cannot allow that to happen.”

Rhaenyra’s expression turned grave. “Then we must be vigilant. Elena’s safety is paramount.”

Criston reached for her hand, gripping it tightly. “I will not let anything happen to either of you. I swear it.”

As they shared that moment of solidarity, Criston felt a surge of determination. He knew he had to confront Aemond directly, to make it clear that he would do anything to protect Elena from his schemes.

The next time Criston encountered Aemond in the halls, he approached him with purpose. “Aemond, we need to talk.”

Aemond looked up, a smirk playing on his lips. “What is it, Ser Criston? More threats? I find them rather entertaining.”

“Leave Elena out of your games,” Criston warned, his voice low and fierce. “She is a child, not a pawn for your amusement.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “Oh, a child really? She’s 17 Sir Criston, but I’m simply fascinated by her. She has the Targaryen fire in her, does she not?”

“She is more than that,” Criston shot back. “She is Rhaenyra’s daughter, and I will not allow you to put her in danger.”

Aemond stepped closer, their faces mere inches apart. “You’re quite protective of her. It’s touching, really. But you should know—there are consequences to defying me.”

Criston’s heart raced with anger and protectiveness. “I’m not afraid of you, Aemond. You may think you have the upper hand, but I will do whatever it takes to safeguard Elena.”

As Criston turned to leave, he felt Aemond’s gaze burning into his back, the tension thick in the air. He knew the game was far from over, but he would not falter. He would protect his family, no matter the cost.

Back in the safety of her chambers, Rhaenyra awaited Criston’s return. When he entered, she could see the tension in his posture, the fire in his eyes.

“What happened?” she asked, concern etching her features.

“Aemond thinks he can use Elena against us,” Criston said, pacing the floor. “I confronted him. He won’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

Rhaenyra moved closer, placing a hand on his arm. “You’ve done well to stand up to him. But we must be cautious. He’s dangerous.”

Criston looked down at her, his resolve hardening. “I won’t let him take either of you from me. She’s my family, my blood, and I will protect her at all cost.”

As he spoke those words, Rhaenyra felt the weight of their situation lift slightly. In the midst of the turmoil, there was solace in knowing that they were united in this fight. Together, they would navigate the treacherous waters of court intrigue, determined to keep their secret safe and their family intact.

In that moment, as they stood together, Rhaenyra felt a spark of hope ignite within her. They would face the challenges ahead with strength and courage, knowing that their bond was unbreakable.

The road would be fraught with danger, but together, they would overcome whatever obstacles lay in their path. For Elena, for their future, and for the love that had blossomed in the shadows, they would stand firm against the storm.

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Aemond Targaryen x niece velaryon

She’s the twin sister of Jace in it and she is at king’s landing since the death of the king.. enjoy

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The Pull of Destiny

The moon hung high over King’s Landing, casting silvery light across the sprawling gardens of the Red Keep. For Lyanna Velaryon, twin sister of Jace, the stillness of the night belied the tumult that had recently engulfed her family. In the wake of the king’s injury, the atmosphere was charged with uncertainty, and her heart felt heavy with the weight of expectation.

In the lush gardens, she sought refuge among the fragrant blooms, their delicate petals a stark contrast to the chaos swirling within her mind. Memories of Aemond Targaryen filled her thoughts—his boyish laughter, the way he had always been drawn to her warmth, and the moments they had shared that now seemed distant yet impossibly close.

When Aemond entered the garden, his tall silhouette was framed by the moonlight, and Lyanna’s breath caught in her throat. There was a fierce intensity in his gaze, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. As he approached, she felt the familiar pull of their connection, but the tension of their current situation made her wary.

“Aemond,” she greeted, forcing a calmness into her voice. “What brings you here at this hour?”

“I had to see you,” he replied, urgency lacing his tone. “We need to talk about what’s happening—about us.”

Her heart raced, a mix of excitement and dread coursing through her. “What is there to discuss? The court is in disarray, and your mother—”

“Is irrelevant,” he interrupted, stepping closer. “I can’t pretend anymore. I want you, Lyanna, and I need you to understand that.”

Lyanna felt a flutter in her stomach, a mix of desire and fear. “You know how complicated this is, Aemond. The Lannisters, our families… they won’t let us be.”

“Then let them try!” Aemond’s voice rose, frustration simmering just below the surface. “I refuse to let anyone dictate my life, especially not my mother. I want you for who you are, not for what you represent.”

His words hung in the air, charged with emotion. The weight of his confession sent a shiver down her spine, and Lyanna’s heart began to race. “But what about the repercussions? Your claim to the throne… this could lead to war.”

“Then let them come,” he declared, eyes ablaze. “I would face anyone for you. You are worth the risk.”

Her mind raced, torn between the longing she felt and the fears that gripped her heart. “Aemond, you don’t understand. If we pursue this, we’ll become targets. It could destroy everything.”

“Everything is already on the brink of chaos,” he replied, moving even closer, their bodies mere inches apart. “I will not allow fear to dictate my choices. I want to build something with you—something real.”

Lyanna hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze. She wanted to believe in the possibility he offered, but doubt gnawed at her. “What if it all falls apart? What if I’m not strong enough?”

Aemond’s expression softened, and he took her hands in his, grounding her in the moment. “You are stronger than you think, Lyanna. And even if we face challenges, we will do it together. I believe in you.”

His faith in her was intoxicating, but it also terrified her. “Aemond, this isn’t just about us. What if your mother finds out? What if she tries to use this against you?”

“Let her try,” he said, his voice low and filled with conviction. “I will confront her. I will show her that I am not a boy to be manipulated. I want you, Lyanna. I will fight for you.”

Tears pricked at her eyes as she battled her emotions. “But what if this leads to chaos? What if we lose everything we hold dear?”

“Then we will face it together,” he said, determination etched in his features. “I will trade the throne for you in a heartbeat.”

His words struck a chord within her, a desperate longing mingling with fear. “I don’t know if I can do this,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “What if I can’t handle the pressure?”

“Then we’ll take it one step at a time,” he replied, his grip on her hands tightening. “But know this: I will always choose you, Lyanna. I will never let you go.”

The intensity of his gaze ignited something within her—a flicker of hope. But the nagging doubts lingered, heavy in the air. “I need time to think,” she finally said, pulling her hands away gently. “I can’t just jump into this.”

Aemond’s expression faltered, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. “You’re asking me to wait? After all this time?”

“It’s not that simple,” she insisted, her heart aching. “I don’t want to rush into something that could ruin us both.”

“Then what do you want?” he pressed, frustration mixing with desperation. “Do you want to marry a Lannister? Be used as a pawn in this game?”

Lyanna felt her heart clench at his words. “I don’t want that, Aemond! But I also can’t bear the thought of dragging you into a war because of me.”

Silence hung between them, thick with unspoken emotions. Aemond stepped back, the space between them now a chasm filled with uncertainty. “I can’t let you go without trying. I won’t.”

The resolve in his voice both thrilled and terrified her. “And I can’t promise you anything,” she whispered, tears threatening to spill. “Not yet.”

He nodded slowly, his expression darkening. “I understand. But you must know that every moment we’re apart feels like an eternity. I will not wait forever.”

Lyanna felt a pang of regret, wishing things were different. “I need to know that this is real, Aemond. That it’s not just the heat of the moment.”

“Then give me a chance to show you,” he said, stepping closer once more. “Let me prove my worth.”

Her heart ached with the pull between them, and she wanted nothing more than to surrender to him. “I can’t just turn off my fears. I’m not ready to leap into this without knowing what it means.”

Aemond’s eyes softened, a mixture of understanding and determination. “Then let’s take it slow. I will be patient, but know that I will always be here, waiting for you.”

The sincerity in his voice made her heart flutter, yet the fear of the unknown loomed large. “And if it all falls apart?”

“Then we will face it together,” he replied, his voice steady. “But I refuse to let anyone dictate our future. You are my heart, Lyanna, and I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

With every word, she felt her defenses weakening, yet the fear of the consequences still held her back. “I’ll think about it,” she finally said, her voice a whisper.

As she stepped back, the distance between them felt unbearable. Aemond reached for her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. “Promise me you’ll consider it seriously. I can’t stand the thought of you with anyone else.”

Lyanna looked into his eyes, searching for the boy she had once known—the boy who had shared his dreams and fears with her. “I promise,” she said, feeling the weight of her words. “But I need time to find my way.”

“Then I’ll give you time,” Aemond said, though the reluctance in his voice was evident. “But I won’t let you slip away.”

As they stood together, the night wrapped around them like a protective cloak, Lyanna felt a sense of both hope and dread. She had made a choice, but the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty. With Aemond’s determination and her own fears clashing in her heart, she knew this was only the beginning of a tumultuous journey.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “we’ll figure it out together.”

With a heavy heart, they parted ways, the promise of what could be lingering in the air between them. As Lyanna walked away, she felt the weight of her decision pressing down on her. The future was uncertain, but in Aemond’s eyes, she had seen a glimpse of possibility—a love worth fighting for.

And as she gazed back at him, standing resolute in the moonlight, she knew that the pull of destiny was stronger than any fear. Together, they would navigate the treacherous waters of court politics and family expectations, their hearts entwined in a bond that refused to be broken.

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Daemon Targaryen x niece Targaryen

Not sure about this one.. it’s very short sorry..

Request are open.. please about anything you want..

Claiming Her

The sun hung low over King’s Landing, casting a golden hue across the city. Whispers of impending marriages and alliances filled the air, and for Daemon Targaryen, the most troubling news was that his niece, Alena Targaryen—the younger sister of Rhaenyra—was rumored to be engaged to a Lannister. At eighteen, she had blossomed into a captivating young woman, and the thought of her being given away sent a surge of possessiveness coursing through him.

Daemon had always held a flame for Alena, a secret desire that had simmered beneath the surface since they were children. Now, he couldn’t bear the thought of her being claimed by another man. He had to act quickly.

As he made his way through the bustling streets of the capital, his heart raced with determination. He found her in the gardens, the vibrant colors of blooming flowers contrasting against her pale skin. Silverwing, her dragon, lay nearby, basking in the sun. The sight of Alena nurturing her beloved beast filled him with longing.

“Daemon!” she exclaimed, her face lighting up at the sight of him. “You’re back!”

“Only to find you might be promised to a Lannister,” he replied, stepping closer, his voice low and fierce. “What madness is this?”

Her expression shifted, a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “It’s not what you think. Father believes it’s a wise match.”

“Wise?” he scoffed, his frustration palpable. “What of your own desires? What do you want?”

“I—” she hesitated, glancing at Silverwing. “I don’t know. There’s so much pressure.”

Daemon’s heart ached at her uncertainty. “You should never feel trapped by expectations. You are a Targaryen, and you deserve to choose your own fate.”

“What can I do?” she asked, her voice wavering.

“Let me take you away from this place,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve come to claim you, to ensure you are not wed to anyone but me.”

Her breath caught at his words, a mix of shock and intrigue flashing across her face. “Claim me? But…”

“No ‘buts.’” His voice was steady, filled with resolve. “You belong with me, and I intend to make that known.”

The air around them crackled with tension. Daemon reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering just a moment too long. She felt a shiver run down her spine, caught between duty and an undeniable attraction.

“Daemon, this is all so sudden,” she said, her heart racing.

“Is it?” he asked, stepping even closer, his gaze locking onto hers. “We have both felt this pull for years. I cannot let you be given away to someone who does not deserve you.”

“Then what do you propose we do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Come with me,” he urged, his tone softening. “Let’s ride Silverwing together. We can escape the confines of this court, even if just for a night.”

The prospect of flying with him filled her with exhilaration. “You’re serious?”

“Deadly so,” he replied, his eyes darkening with intensity. “I will not let anyone else have you. You are mine, and I will show you what that means.”

Before she could respond, Daemon pulled her into an embrace, and she felt the warmth of his body against hers. The world outside faded as she lost herself in the moment, the thrill of his presence overwhelming her senses.

“Daemon…” she murmured, caught in a whirlwind of emotions.

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. The moment their mouths met, everything else vanished—the looming engagement, the pressures of court. It was just the two of them, lost in their shared desire.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Daemon searched her eyes. “Will you ride with me?”

“Yes,” she whispered, the thrill of rebellion coursing through her. “Let’s go.”

They hurried to the stables, where Silverwing awaited them, her scales shimmering in the fading light. As they mounted, Daemon’s arms wrapped around Alena’s waist, pulling her close.

“Hold on tight,” he instructed, his voice low and filled with promise.

With a powerful thrust of her wings, Silverwing took to the sky, Caraxes following them, the ground disappearing beneath them. The wind rushed past, and as they soared over King’s Landing, a sense of freedom enveloped her.

“Look at the world below us,” Daemon said, his breath warm against her ear. “This is our moment, just us against everything else.”

The exhilaration of flight and the intimacy of their shared space ignited her heart. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

Daemon turned his head slightly, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. “Together, we will face whatever comes. You are not just a pawn; you are my choice, my claim.”

As they flew higher, she felt a sense of belonging wash over her. With Daemon by her side, she was ready to embrace her destiny, free from the constraints of expectation and duty.

In that moment, as they soared through the night sky, she knew she had made the right choice. They were Targaryens, bound by blood and fire, and together they would forge their own path.

[sachaa-ff]

Gwayne Hightower x rhaenyra little sister

As you may see I may have a bit of a thing for our dear Sir Gwayne Hightower..

Request are open 🫶🏼

A Return to Kings Landing

The sun hung low in the sky as Rhaena Targaryen, the younger sister of Rhaenyra, rode into Kings Landing, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Years had passed since her marriage to Gwayne Hightower, a union forged in their youth, but now they returned not just as husband and wife, but as devoted parents of two spirited children. Their presence here would stir the waters of political intrigue, but Rhaena’s primary focus was on reuniting with her sister.

As they approached the Red Keep, the familiar sight of the castle ignited a whirlwind of memories. Rhaena recalled the laughter and dreams they shared in their youth, a bond strengthened by shared struggles and triumphs. Riding alongside Gwayne, she felt an undeniable warmth in his presence, a reassurance that everything would be all right.

“Are you ready for this?” Gwayne asked, casting a sideways glance at her, his eyes a mixture of concern and affection. His hand, strong and warm, wrapped around hers as they dismounted.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Rhaena replied, trying to mask the flutter of nerves in her stomach. “Rhaenyra needs our support now more than ever.”

Gwayne nodded, his brow furrowing slightly. “The Greens will not take kindly to our arrival. They may think your loyalty lies with them simply because of our union.”

Rhaena smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let them think what they will. My heart has always been with Rhaenyra. We built a life together, but my loyalty to her is unshakeable.”

Gwayne’s expression softened, admiration gleaming in his eyes. “You’re remarkable, you know that? Your courage inspires me.” His voice was low, almost intimate, and Rhaena felt her heart swell.

“And your unwavering support gives me strength,” she replied, squeezing his hand, feeling the familiar spark of connection between them. “I couldn’t have done this without you by my side.”

With their children—little Alys and Jorah—clinging to their hands, they stepped into the courtyard, where the atmosphere was thick with tension. The Black faction was gathering, and whispers rippled through the crowd as they caught sight of the Hightower banner.

“Look, it’s Lady Rhaena!” a voice called out, and heads turned, eyes widening in recognition.

As they made their way through the courtyard, Rhaena could feel the weight of their gazes. Some were curious, others envious, and a few scornful. Among the crowd, Alicent Hightower’s eyes narrowed, her expression unreadable.

“Ah, the prodigal sister returns,” Alicent said, stepping forward with a forced smile. “You’ve brought your children with you. How delightful.”

Rhaena felt a flicker of tension rise. “Delightful, indeed. They’re eager to meet their cousins.”

Alicent’s smile faltered slightly. “I hope you’re prepared for what lies ahead. Rhaenyra’s claim is a precarious one.”

Rhaena met her gaze steadily. “And you think marrying into the Hightower name will shield you from the truth? We are here to support Rhaenyra. Our loyalty is not for sale.”

Gwayne interjected, his tone calm but firm. “We came to lend our support, not to bicker. Rhaena’s heart lies with her sister, and that is where our allegiance remains.”

As they moved deeper into the castle, Rhaena felt Gwayne’s hand tighten around hers, a silent promise of unity. “Let them talk,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “Our family is with us, and our choice is made.”

The tension culminated in the Great Hall, where the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Rhaenyra stood at the head of the table, a vision of determination. When she saw Rhaena and Gwayne enter, her face lit up, a mix of relief and joy washing over her.

“Rhaena!” Rhaenyra exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace her sister tightly. “You’re here! I feared you would stay away.”

“I would never abandon you,” Rhaena replied, tears of happiness welling in her eyes as they hugged. “I missed you so much! Look at how you’ve grown into such a strong leader!”

Rhaenyra pulled back, her eyes sparkling. “And you’ve become an incredible mother. I can hardly believe how big Alys and Jorah have gotten!”

Their children, a blur of excitement, raced toward Rhaenyra, eager to meet their cousins. “Aunt Rhaenyra!” Alys called, her eyes wide with awe. Jorah was right behind her, bouncing on his heels.

“Hello, my little dragons!” Rhaenyra knelt down, embracing them both. “You’re just as beautiful and brave as your mother!”

Gwayne watched the scene unfold, warmth swelling in his chest. Rhaena beamed as she watched her sister and children bond, her heart full of pride. “It’s so good to see you happy,” he said softly, turning to Rhaena. “You deserve this moment.”

Rhaena glanced at him, her eyes reflecting the affection she felt. “I couldn’t have done this without you, Gwayne. You make everything easier.”

Their laughter filled the hall, a bright spot amid the tension. Yet, as they rejoined the group, the atmosphere grew serious. Discussions turned to the political stakes, and Rhaena felt the weight of the moment.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the air. “What a noble display,” came the mocking tone of Larys Strong, lounging against a pillar with a smirk. “A Hightower siding with a Targaryen. How quaint.”

Rhaena felt a flicker of anger rise within her. “We are more than just names,” she shot back, her voice steady. “We stand for family, for honor. You may underestimate us, but we will not falter.”

Gwayne wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his presence a shield against the disapproval that hung in the air. “We are here to ensure our children know the true meaning of loyalty. They will grow up in a realm where Rhaenyra’s rightful place is secured.”

As the tension hung like a storm cloud, Rhaenyra raised her hand for silence. “We are all aware of the stakes. Rhaena, Gwayne, your arrival strengthens our cause. Together, we will ensure that Lucerys is recognized as the rightful heir of Driftmark.”

A collective murmur of agreement rippled through the hall. Rhaena glanced at Gwayne, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding. They had made their choice, and they would stand firm, no matter the cost.

As the discussions continued, Rhaena felt a surge of determination. “We have a dragon,” she announced suddenly, her heart racing with pride. “Cannibal. He’s fierce and untamed, and we’ve trained him well.”

The room fell silent, the weight of her words sinking in. Gwayne looked at her, a mixture of admiration and amusement on his face. “You plan to unleash him if things go awry?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Only if necessary,” Rhaena replied, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “But he will show them what true loyalty means. And if anyone dares to question our allegiance, they will learn the hard way.”

Gwayne chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring. “Just promise me you won’t let Cannibal roast any unnecessary targets. I’d prefer our enemies to face us, not our dragons.”

Their laughter, light and genuine, broke through the tension in the hall. Rhaena felt her spirits lift as they shared this moment, grateful for Gwayne’s unwavering support.

Rhaenyra’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “A dragon is a powerful ally, Rhaena. We could use that kind of fire if the Greens decide to challenge us openly.”

Alicent’s voice rang out from across the room. “You think a beast can intimidate us? You’re merely playing into the hands of those who would use fear to control.”

Rhaena met her mother-in-law’s gaze, unwavering. “Fear is not our weapon, Alicent. Loyalty and love are what bind us. But if they threaten our family, they will see how fierce a mother can be.”

Gwayne squeezed her hand, pride radiating from him. “Rhaena speaks true. We stand together, and if our enemies come for us, they will find themselves facing not just a united front, but a firestorm.”

As the tension continued to simmer, Rhaena felt the energy in the hall shift. There was a growing understanding among the Black supporters that they were not alone. Their resolve strengthened, and they began to strategize how best to present their case for Lucerys’s claim to Driftmark.

“Let us not forget the strength of our dragons,” Rhaenyra said, rallying her supporters. “Rhaena’s Cannibal will remind them that the Targaryens are not to be trifled with.”

The crowd erupted in murmurs of agreement, a renewed sense of hope washing over them. Rhaena felt the fire in her heart grow stronger; they were ready to stand together against the tide.

As discussions wore on, Rhaena took a moment to step outside the Great Hall, needing to breathe. The cool night air enveloped her, a balm to her racing thoughts. Gwayne followed her, concern etched on his face.

“Are you all right?” he asked, gently taking her hand.

“I am,” she said, though her heart still raced. “It’s just… so much is at stake. I want to ensure our children grow up in a realm where they can thrive, where they won’t have to fight for their place.”

“They will thrive because they have you as their mother,” Gwayne reassured her, drawing her closer. “And together, we will protect them and our family’s legacy.”

Rhaena looked up at him, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt. Instead, she found unwavering support and love. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Gwayne. Your strength gives me hope, especially in times like these.”

His thumb brushed her cheek, a tender gesture that sent warmth through her. “You give me hope too. You’re a fierce warrior in your own right, Rhaena. You’ve always been. I’m proud of you.”

She leaned into his touch, feeling the comfort of his presence. “Sometimes, I fear I’m not enough. The stakes are so high, and I want to protect our children from the chaos around us.”

“You are more than enough,” he said firmly, pulling her into an embrace. “Together, we can face whatever comes our way. Our love will guide us, and our children will see what it means to stand for family.”

Rhaena felt a wave of reassurance wash over her. “You’re right. We’ll face it all together.”

As they lingered in each other’s arms, the distant sounds of their children’s laughter echoed through the halls, reminding them of what they were fighting for. Rhaena smiled against his shoulder, feeling the weight of the world lift, if only for a moment.

“Let’s make sure they grow up knowing the value of loyalty and love,” she murmured.

“Absolutely,” Gwayne replied, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes. “They will know they have a mother and a father who will always fight for them.”

As they rejoined the gathering, Rhaena felt a renewed sense of purpose. With Gwayne by her side, she was ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. Their bond, forged in love and strengthened by adversity, would be their greatest weapon.

Together, they were unstoppable.

[sachaa-ff]

Gwayne Hightower x Niece Targaryen

I try to write more and more but I don’t really have a lot of ideas.. if you have any on hotd of anything else..

My request are open 🙏🏼

A Journey to Kings Landing

As the sun dipped low over Oldtown, casting golden hues across the ancient stone of the Hightower, Gwayne Hightower stood beside his niece, Princess Alysanne Targaryen. The air crackled with the tension of impending conflict, yet there was a warmth in the stolen moments they shared. Silverwings, the princess’s dragon, perched regally nearby, her iridescent scales shimmering in the fading light, a living embodiment of Alysanne’s lineage.

“Are you sure about this?” Gwayne asked, concern etched into his features. The call to return to Kings Landing weighed heavily on his mind. He felt the responsibility of battle loom over him like a storm cloud, dark and unavoidable.

“I am,” Alysanne replied, her voice steady, reflecting the resolve that ran deep within her Targaryen blood. She flashed him a teasing smile. “Besides, who else will keep you out of trouble on the journey?”

Gwayne raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Trouble? I was under the impression you were the one who always attracted it.”

Alysanne laughed, the sound brightening the tense atmosphere. “Touché. But I’m more than capable of handling a little chaos, especially if it involves you uncle..”

With a determined nod, they took to the skies. Silverwings spread her mighty wings, lifting them into the air as they soared above the city. The wind rushed past them, a roaring symphony of freedom and power. Alysanne felt exhilaration blend with fear, her heart racing in harmony with Silverwings’ powerful beats. The sprawling landscape of Westeros unfolded beneath them, each familiar landmark a reminder of their shared history.

As they flew, Gwayne stole glances at Alysanne. She had blossomed into a formidable young woman, with fiery hair that caught the sun like a beacon and eyes the color of the deepest ocean, full of both fire and compassion. “You know,” he said, his voice slightly playful, “you’d make a great dragonrider if you ever tire of politics.”

Alysanne turned her head, a playful glint in her eye. “Oh? And what makes you think I could ever tire of politics? I quite enjoy making people squirm.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Perhaps I should start squirming, then.”

Upon their arrival in Kings Landing, however, the warm embrace of reunion was quickly eclipsed by a storm of fury. Queen Alicent, upon seeing her daughter beside her brother Sir Gwayne, stormed towards them, her face a tempest of betrayal and anger.

“What madness is this?” she cried, her voice slicing through the air. “You dare bring my daughter into this? You are her uncle!”

Gwayne stepped forward, his heart racing. “Your Grace, it is not what you think. We stand united for a reason. The realm is on the brink of war, and we must be prepared.”

Alysanne moved to her mother’s side, trying to calm the situation. “Mother, please. We are here to help, not to cause strife. The enemy approaches, and we cannot afford to be divided.”

But Alicent’s glare was fierce, her protective instincts flaring. “United? Or blinded by your own desires? This cannot stand, Gwayne. You risk everything—our family, our legacy—for what? A fleeting romance?”

Her words struck like daggers, and Alysanne felt the weight of her mother’s disappointment. “It is not fleeting, Mother. What we share is real. We cannot ignore our hearts in these times. I love him.”

The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to cut. Gwayne felt a surge of pride at Alysanne’s declaration but also the crushing weight of reality. He was not just her uncle but a man caught in the web of political intrigue and familial duty.

“You think love will shield you from the consequences?” Alicent retorted, her voice trembling with emotion. “You have a duty to your house, to your family. This is not a game, Alysanne.”

Gwayne took a step closer to Alysanne, his expression softening. “We are all bound by duty, Your Grace, but we must also follow our hearts. The realm needs leaders who are passionate and brave, not just obedient.”

Alysanne looked at Gwayne, her eyes shining. “I agree. And besides, who better to face the challenges ahead than two people who understand what it means to fight for what they want?”

Alicent’s eyes narrowed, fury and fear swirling within them. “And you believe that reckless abandon is the way forward? You are playing with fire, Gwayne. What if this leads to scandal, to further division among our families?”

As Alysanne watched her mother, she could see the struggle behind her fierce exterior. Alicent was torn between the love for her daughter and the fear of losing everything they had worked to build. “I will not be a pawn in anyone’s game,” Alysanne said firmly, her voice unwavering.

Gwayne nodded, pride swelling in his chest. “Neither will I. We will fight for each other, for our family, and for the realm. We will show them that love and loyalty can coexist.”

The tension crackled like wildfire as the secrets of their hearts collided with the harsh reality of their families’ expectations. Alysanne and Gwayne stood shoulder to shoulder, resolute against the disapproval that loomed over them. In that moment, they knew their bond would be tested, not only by the threats beyond the walls of the Red Keep but also by a mother’s fierce love determined to protect her daughter at all costs.

As they prepared for the battles ahead, they exchanged quiet glances filled with unspoken promises. They would face whatever came their way together, their hearts intertwined. Alysanne reached for Gwayne’s hand, a simple gesture that solidified their connection amidst the chaos.

“Whatever happens,” she whispered, “I choose this. I choose us.”

Gwayne squeezed her hand gently, a spark of defiance igniting within him. “Then we will fight for it. Together.”

In the days that followed, the tension in Kings Landing grew palpable. Whispers echoed through the halls, rumors of war and betrayal swirling like autumn leaves caught in a gale. Alysanne and Gwayne found solace in the quiet moments they shared away from prying eyes—hidden in the gardens or beneath the ancient arches of the Red Keep, where time felt suspended, if only for a fleeting second.

One evening, as they sat together in a secluded alcove, Alysanne leaned closer, a playful smile dancing on her lips. “You know, if we were to unite our houses through marriage, it would certainly cause quite a stir. Imagine the looks on everyone’s faces!”

Gwayne chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “A scandal of epic proportions, indeed. But would you be willing to put up with my antics as your husband?”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she teased, a hint of challenge in her tone. “I thrive on chaos, remember?”

“Perhaps I should start planning my escape now,” he replied, a mock seriousness in his voice. “You’re quite the handful, Alysanne Targaryen.”

She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way, would you uncle?”

“Never,” he said, his gaze locked on hers, filled with an intensity that made her heart race. “Every moment spent with you is an adventure I wouldn’t trade for anything.”

As they exchanged playful banter, the atmosphere shifted, becoming charged with unspoken emotions. The threat of war loomed large outside the walls of the Red Keep, but inside, a fierce determination burned brighter than ever. They were bound not only by blood but by a shared resolve to protect their love and their future, no matter the cost.

Yet, the day of reckoning was approaching. The drums of war were beating louder, and soon they would have to face not only the enemies at their gates but the judgment of their families. With every heartbeat, Alysanne and Gwayne steeled themselves for the battles that lay ahead, ready to confront whatever challenges awaited them, hand in hand, heart to heart.

On the eve of battle, as they stood on the balcony overlooking the sprawling city, Alysanne turned to Gwayne, her expression serious yet soft. “If anything were to happen to me…”

“Don’t say that,” he interrupted, his voice firm. “We’ll come through this. I promise.”

“I know,” she said, placing her hand over his heart. “But if it comes to that, you must remember this moment. Remember us.”

“I will,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “And I will fight for you, Alysanne, for what we have, and for our future.”

With a spark of determination igniting between them, they drew closer, their foreheads touching, a quiet understanding passing between them. The world beyond faded away, leaving just the two of them—an unbreakable bond forged in the fires of love and loyalty, ready to face whatever storms lay ahead.

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Gwayne pulled back slightly, his eyes mischievous once more. “And just think, if we survive this, we’ll have one hell of a story to tell our children one day.”

Alysanne laughed softly, a bright sound that filled the darkness around them. “Oh, they’ll have tales of dragons and daring rescues, not to mention a mother who refused to let anything stand in her way.”

“Exactly,” Gwayne said, his heart swelling with pride. “And a father who’s more than happy to stand beside you, ready to face the world together.”

With a final, lingering kiss, they sealed their promise to each other, knowing that whatever challenges awaited them, they would face them united. And in that moment, beneath the vast expanse of the stars, they found hope—not just for the battles to come, but for the love that would guide them through the darkest of nights.

[sachaa-ff]

Aemond x twin sister

Aemond is very possessive of his twin sister Visenya and doesn’t want her to marry a Lannister

My request are opened

Whispers of Valyria

In the shadowy halls of Dragonstone, a storm raged outside, mirroring the tumult within Aemond Targaryen. He paced the stone floor of his chamber, every step a reflection of his growing frustration. His twin sister, Vysenia, was set to marry Tyland Lannister—a union that made Aemond’s blood boil.

He could still hear the echoes of their father’s proclamation, the nobles’ cheers ringing hollow in his ears. “You’re to marry a Lannister,” he muttered bitterly to himself. The thought of her bound to another man, especially one from a family notorious for their cunning and treachery, gnawed at him like a dragon’s tooth.

Vysenia, with her long silver hair cascading down her shoulders, entered the chamber quietly. She could sense the tension in the air, and when their eyes met, an unspoken understanding passed between them. “You’re troubled,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aemond crossed his arms, frustration boiling over. “How can you accept this?” he snapped, his tone sharper than intended. “You’re a Targaryen. You deserve more than a Lannister’s gold. You deserve to choose your own fate!”

Vysenia’s expression hardened, a flicker of anger igniting in her eyes. “And what fate do you propose, Aemond? One dictated by your whims? You think I want this? But our family needs this alliance. The realm needs it.”

“Need?” Aemond scoffed, taking a step closer, his presence overwhelming. “What about what we need? What about us? You are my sister, my other half. I can’t just stand by while you’re handed off like a pawn!”

The air between them crackled with tension, a mixture of anger and an undercurrent of something deeper. Vysenia took a breath, her voice steadier now. “You’re being selfish. You think your feelings matter more than the future of our house?”

Aemond clenched his fists, his heart racing. “Selfish? I’m trying to protect you!” He took a step back, his tone shifting from fury to desperation. “You don’t see the danger in marrying him. The Lannisters play their games, and you’ll be just another piece on their board.”

For a moment, silence filled the room, each sibling grappling with their emotions. Then Vysenia’s resolve softened, and she stepped closer, her voice low and pleading. “What would you have me do? Run away? Abandon my duty?”

Aemond’s gaze hardened, and a new idea flickered in his mind. “No, but we can create our own fate.” He reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers as he led her to the moonlit cliffs, where the sound of crashing waves echoed their tumultuous hearts.

“Do you remember the old Valyrian tradition?” he asked, his voice hushed, almost reverent. “The bond that can be forged in secrecy, where we declare our love beyond the reach of our family’s machinations?”

Her breath caught, surprise mingling with apprehension. “Aemond, it’s dangerous. If anyone were to find out—”

“Let them find out,” he interrupted, his voice fierce. “We are Targaryens. We defy the odds. This is about us, about our choices, not about what’s expected of us. Please, Vysenia.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and Vysenia’s heart raced. Part of her longed for the freedom he offered, the chance to escape the chains of duty. Yet another part feared the consequences. “What if this makes things worse? What if it starts a war?”

Aemond stepped closer, his breath warm against her skin. “Then let it be a war fought for something real. For us. I can’t lose you to someone like him.”

As they stood on the precipice of choice, the moon illuminated their faces, casting a silvery glow around them. Vysenia’s heart wavered. “And if we fail?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Then at least we will have tried,” Aemond replied, his gaze unwavering. “We’ll do this together. No more secrets, no more chains.”

With a deep breath, Vysenia nodded, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through her. In that moment, they recited the ancient words of the Valyrian rite, binding their fates in the stillness of the night.

The world outside faded into darkness, leaving only the fierce light of their connection. Aemond drew her close, sealing their promise with a kiss—a defiance against their destinies and a pledge to each other that would echo through the ages.

[sachaa-ff]

Gwayne Hightower x Female Velaryon

Here the daughter of rhaenyra is named Alysanne and she’s obviously the daughter of harwin

It’s short I’m sorry.. btw English is not my first language.. so sorry for my mistake

Whispers of the Heart

The bustling streets of King’s Landing were alive with the sounds of merchants hawking their wares and the distant cries of children playing. As I navigated through the throng, the weight of my family’s expectations pressed heavily on my shoulders. The air was thick with the smell of spices and smoke, but all I could focus on was one person—Gwayne Hightower.

Since I had arrived in King’s Landing, he had been a constant presence in my life, drawing me in with his charm and unwavering confidence. In the midst of the turmoil surrounding my family, Gwayne was a breath of fresh air. Today, feeling particularly overwhelmed, I sought solace in the quiet corners of the Red Keep, retreating to a secluded garden that had become my sanctuary.

As I settled onto a stone bench, a book resting in my lap, I gazed into the distance, lost in thought. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a dappled glow around me. My mind wandered to the chaotic politics of the court, the whispers of betrayal, and the ever-looming shadow of my family’s legacy. Just then, I heard a familiar voice.

“Caught in a reverie, Princess?” Gwayne called out, breaking the stillness.

I looked up, surprise flashing across my face before softening into a smile. “Gwayne! I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He stepped closer, a playful grin spreading across his lips, and I felt my heart quicken. “Well, I couldn’t resist the chance to see the most intriguing person in the realm.”

His words made me blush, warmth flooding through me. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Hightower.”

“Perhaps not, but it’s hard to resist when the subject is so captivating,” he replied, leaning against the garden wall with that confident glint in his eyes. “What are you reading? Something dreary, I hope?”

“It’s actually a collection of poetry,” I said, closing the book with a gentle smile. “It helps me escape from the weight of everything.”

“Poetry, huh? I must admit, I’m more of a man of action than words. But I could use a bit of escape myself,” he said, teasingly. “Care to share your favorite poem?”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the challenge. “You really want to hear my favorite? I’m not sure you could handle the depth of it.”

“Try me,” he replied, stepping closer, his gaze unwavering. “I promise to give it the respect it deserves.”

His confidence was infectious, and I found myself chuckling softly. “You have a confidence that borders on reckless, Gwayne.”

“Reckless? I prefer to think of it as daring,” he shot back, a mischievous smile on his face. “Besides, I thrive on challenges.”

“Alright then, let’s see if you can keep up,” I said, feeling a playful challenge rise within me. “This one speaks of longing and lost love.”

As I recited the lines, I noticed how intently he listened, captivated not just by the words but by the passion I poured into them. Each line I spoke seemed to weave an invisible thread between us. When I finished, he applauded, that teasing grin still on his face.

“Well done! I must say, you have a future as a bard if this whole royal business doesn’t work out.”

“Flattery again?” I countered, feigning annoyance but unable to hide my smile. “You really are relentless.”

“Only when it comes to the people I admire,” he replied, his tone suddenly serious. “And I admire you, Alysanne. You carry so much on your shoulders, yet you still shine.”

His words struck a chord deep within me, and for a moment, I felt the weight of our families’ expectations lift. “It’s hard sometimes. I feel like I’m living in a shadow, especially with everything that’s happened.”

He stepped closer, his voice lowering. “You’re not defined by your family’s choices. You have your own light, and it deserves to be seen.”

I looked at him, the vulnerability in my eyes almost overwhelming. “You make it sound easy.”

“Maybe it isn’t, but it’s worth striving for,” he said, reaching out to gently brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The gentle touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel my heart racing. “Together, we can navigate the shadows.”

My breath caught at his proximity, the air charged between us. “And if we’re caught?”

“Then we’ll be caught together,” he replied, his gaze steady and reassuring. “But I’d rather take the risk than stay in the shadows, afraid to live.”

A smile tugged at my lips, and I hesitated for a moment, contemplating his words. “You really believe we can find a way?”

“I do,” he said, sincerity shining in his eyes. “Let’s carve out our own story amidst the chaos. We deserve that.”

The moment hung between us, charged with unspoken possibilities. I glanced around, ensuring we were alone, before stepping closer to him. “Alright, let’s find a way to escape this place together.”

His eyes lit up at my suggestion. “How about we explore the city? There are hidden places, quiet corners where we can truly be ourselves.”

“Lead the way, Gwayne Hightower,” I said, a determined glint in my eyes.

As we wandered through the winding streets of King’s Landing, I felt a thrill of excitement coursing through me. The lively market buzzed with colors and sounds, and I was reminded of simpler days spent exploring without the weight of expectation. But even amidst the chaos, Gwayne’s presence felt like a safe harbor. Each shared laugh and playful banter drew us closer together.

Eventually, we stumbled upon a small, secluded courtyard away from prying eyes. A fountain trickled softly in the center, and the scent of blooming flowers surrounded us like a comforting embrace. I felt an overwhelming sense of relief wash over me as I entered this hidden sanctuary.

“This place feels magical,” Gwayne said, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain. “Just like you.”

I rolled my eyes, but the compliment warmed me from the inside out. “You’re incorrigible, Hightower.”

“Incorrigible, but sincere,” he replied, his tone earnest. “I see the strength in you, even when you doubt yourself. You’re not just a princess; you’re a force.”

His words resonated within me, igniting a spark of confidence. “Sometimes it feels like the world expects me to be perfect,” I confessed, my gaze dropping to the ground. “And when I stumble, it feels like everything will fall apart.”

“Perfection is overrated,” he said, leaning closer, his presence enveloping me in warmth. “It’s our imperfections that make us human. It’s okay to feel lost sometimes. Just know that you’re not alone in it.”

I looked up, my eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Thank you, Gwayne. It means a lot to hear that.”

He smiled, warmth flooding his gaze. “And I want to be someone you can count on. I’ll be here, even in the shadows.”

The moment stretched, and I could feel the chemistry between us intensifying. I reached out, taking his hand gently in mine, our fingers intertwining naturally. “Let’s promise to meet again. To share our dreams, fears, and everything in between.”

His grip tightened slightly, and I felt a surge of electricity at the contact. “I promise.”

As we sat together, the soothing sound of the fountain surrounding us, I felt a sense of hope blossoming within me. Whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew we would face them together. Gwayne was determined to protect the light within me, and I felt the stirrings of something new and exciting.

“Let’s make this summer unforgettable,” he said, his eyes locked on mine, filled with determination.

“Together,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the courtyard, I realized we were stepping into something profound—a bond forged in the fires of our families’ struggles, strengthened by shared dreams, and ignited by the undeniable connection that thrummed between us.

In that moment, the world beyond the garden faded away. The political games, the whispers of betrayal—none of it mattered as long as I was with him. I felt a rush of courage, daring to dream of a future where I could be free, where I could be more than just a princess trapped in a gilded cage.

“Tell me about your dreams, Gwayne,” I said softly, wanting to know more about the man beside me. “What do you wish for beyond these walls?”

He considered my question for a moment, his expression thoughtful. “I want to be a man who stands on his own, not just in the shadow of my family. I want to carve out my own path and make a difference, not just for myself, but for others as well.”

I could see the passion in his eyes, and it resonated deeply within me. “You will,” I said, conviction lacing my voice. “I believe in you.”

“Thank you, Alysanne,” he replied, his voice softening. “And what about you? What do you wish for?”

“I want to be more than just a pawn in the game,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I want to make choices for myself, to find my own way in this world.”

Gwayne nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Then let’s help each other find that path.”

And with that, I felt a surge of hope and determination. Together, we would defy the expectations placed upon us, carving out a future that was ours alone. As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, I knew that this summer would be different.

It would be a time of exploration, of adventure, and of discovering who we truly were. And as I sat beside Gwayne, hand in hand, I felt the stirrings of something more—a connection that promised to transcend the chaos of our lives. Together, we would forge a new destiny, and I could hardly wait to see where it would lead us.

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Rafe x jj twin sister

Thats short.. I try to write again so if you had any request about any series..

Btw English is not my first languages so sorry…

In the Shadows

The sun hung low over the Outer Banks, casting a warm, golden hue across the sand. I stood at the water’s edge, feeling the cool waves lap at my feet. The ocean breeze tousled my hair as I stared into the distance, lost in thought. It had been a tough few days since the death of Rafe’s father, and the weight of it pressed heavily on my heart.

I hadn’t seen Rafe since the funeral. Despite the distance that had grown between our families, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed someone. I had always felt a connection to him, one that lingered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to rise.

Just then, I spotted a familiar figure walking along the shore. Rafe Cameron. He looked different more rugged, with a hint of vulnerability that tugged at my heart. The carefree boy I once knew seemed buried beneath layers of grief and anger. As he approached, I could feel a mix of concern and something else an undeniable pull.

“Hey,” I called out, taking a step forward.

He paused, surprise flickering across his face. “Hey,” he replied, his voice low. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

I shrugged, trying to keep it light despite the heaviness of the moment. “Just needed to clear my head. You know how it is.”

Rafe stepped closer, his gaze searching mine. “Yeah, I get that. Everything feels… off.”

I nodded, the tension in the air palpable. “It’s been rough for everyone. I just want you to know that I’m here if you need to talk… you know with all that shit thats happen ..”

He let out a small, bitter laugh. “Talk? Not really my strong suit. You know me.. always running my mouth about something stupid.”

“Hey, I think you’re pretty good at talking,” I teased, a playful glint in my eyes. “Especially when it comes to making trouble.”

Rafe smirked, that familiar spark igniting in his eyes. “Trouble is kind of my specialty.”

I stepped closer, feeling the heat radiating between us. “Then maybe we should make some together. Just not the kind that ends with broken bones or police sirens.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know. That kind of sounds fun.”

The playful banter eased the tension a bit, and for a moment, it felt like we could forget the pain that lingered in the air. “You know, you don’t always have to put on a tough act, Rafe. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling.”

He looked away for a moment, his expression softening. “I don’t want to drag anyone down with me. You deserve better than that.”

I stepped even closer, the ocean waves crashing softly at my feet . “I’m not afraid of your darkness. Besides, who says I don’t like a little chaos in my life?”

Rafe’s gaze snapped back to mine, a spark of interest lighting up his eyes. “Is that a challenge?”

“Maybe,” I said, a teasing smile playing on my lips. “I mean, you’re a Cameron. How boring would it be if you didn’t have someone to keep you on your toes?”

He took a step closer, the tension between us thickening. “You’re not as innocent as you seem, are you?”

“Only when it counts,” I shot back, my heart racing. The chemistry was undeniable, and with every passing moment, it felt like we were both standing on the edge of something electric.

Just then, the sun dipped lower, casting a warm glow on us. “You know, after everything that’s happened, it feels nice to see a friendly face,” Rafe admitted, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

“I’m always here for you, Rafe,” I said softly, the sincerity in my voice cutting through the flirtation. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

He met my gaze, his expression shifting from playful to earnest. “I appreciate that. Really. It’s just… hard.”

“I get it. But remember, you’re not defined by your family or their mistakes. You’re your own person,” I reassured him, feeling a surge of warmth toward him.

Rafe nodded, a flicker of gratitude crossing his features. “You’re something else, you know that?”

“Only when it counts,” I replied with a wink, feeling a rush of boldness. “But seriously, if you ever want to escape this place—just let me know. I’m up for an adventure.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk returning to his face. “You think you can handle me?”

“Please. I’ve dealt with JJ for years. You’re a walk in the park,” I shot back, laughter spilling from my lips.

Rafe stepped even closer, the distance between us shrinking to mere inches. “Okay, maybe I like the sound of that.”

My heart raced as I locked eyes with him, the chemistry between us palpable. The beach around us faded, the world narrowing down to just the two of us.

“Can I see you again?” he asked, vulnerability flickering in his eyes.

“Absolutely,” I replied, my smile widening. “But only if you promise to let me in. No more tough guy routine.”

He chuckled, the tension easing once more. “Deal.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, we stood at the edge of the water, ready to navigate the complicated waters ahead together. The shadows of the past were still there, but I felt a flicker of hope in the air—a promise of new beginnings and shared adventures.

“Let’s make this summer one for the books,” I said, feeling a thrill of excitement.

“Count me in,” Rafe replied, his smile lighting up the dimming sky.

And as the waves crashed gently at our feet, we both knew that whatever came next, we’d face it together, side by side.

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point