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[elizxbethofyork]

a rhaena targaryen story ♛ hope is a dangerous thing 2/2 inspo and gifs by @queensend

warning! depictions of incest, harsh language, murder, violence, abusive relationships, and mentions of rape

It had been a fortnight since that eventful night, the night her husband made her sing, and the night the witch Tyanna died. He had made a vow to place a prince in her womb, a prince he would never have, and yet he did not return to her bed. It was a relief knowing she was safe from his touch for some time, but it only consumed Rhaena with anxiety and panic. She played with the rings on her fingers and soothed herself at night with Valyrian songs, but it did nothing to calm her restlessness. Rhaena was a prisoner, a caged dragon, she did not know what occurred in the realm or even within the Red Keep. She was starved of information about her family and her daughter’s well-being. She pleaded with maids and servants who entered her chambers but no one would tell her anything, all of them fearful of the King. But their silence, her husband’s absence, and small council meetings dealing with traitors told her something was amiss.

Her paranoia made her more observant, she watched as the chambermaids cleaned her rooms and brought her meals. Day and night, she stopped begging and simply watched them. It was then she noticed how ten became seven, seven became five, and five became three. It was slowly becoming more and more obvious: servants slowly disappearing, the castle halls losing all sound until it was utter silence. Maegor’s tight grip on Westeros was suffocating and he was losing his hold on control, his hold on power, and his hold on the iron throne. But he shielded her from it, and she wondered if he truly only acted as such to hide the truth from her or himself. For a man that prides himself on strength, it would be hard for him to accept the reality, that he was not worthy of the iron throne.

The silence Rhaena had become accustomed to over the weeks had come to an erupt end, she would soon be in the company of her husband.

What little remained of the servants and handmaidens emerged as they stormed upon her chambers after midday. They swept and cleaned the rooms, fed the fire in the hearth, and changed the old bedsheets for new clean linens. Rhaena simply watched from the window seat in the alcove, it wasn't until they brought a large copper bath that she questioned their motives.

“We work by His Majesty’s orders. He wishes to be with your Grace tonight, and commands for the rooms to be cleaned and for us to attend to you, my Queen”, the old household maid replied sternly.

She knew this would come, she knew he would return to her, he always did. No matter where she went Maegor would always find her.

The shrew of a woman resumed her work and ordered the servants around the room. Rhaena turned her head and looked to the skies, not a single cloud in sight. A storm is brewing.

The old woman snapped Rhaena from her musing, “Shall her Grace, remove her gown and enter the bath? Or does my Queen need assistance in that as well?”. Her small suspicious eyes examined Rhaena from head to toe, reminding her of the Dowager Queen Visenya.

Rhaena relented and submitted to their will, as she had done since returning to city. She glared at the old woman. Were she a true dragon she would have bathed the old woman in Dragonfire, but she couldn't and she mustn't, she must save her whatever fire she had left for an even worse evil. They stripped her of her gown and the chemise underneath, until she stood bare in front of them. Their eyes staring and prodding as if they were skinning her to find something hidden deeper underneath. All they would find is a sleeping dragon.

The bronze tub was filled with steaming hot water, the room was filled with spiced and floral scents from the expensive Lyseni oils. The maids washed her sliver hair with utter delicacy, but scrubbed her skin raw until it was red. They dressed her in a soft white shift made from Myrish lace, and applied drops of perfume on her neck and wrists. Her long hair was left to dry freely without any braids but was brushed with an ivory comb. All of them gifts from her husband, all of them made to bring him pleasure.

When Rhaena looked at her reflection in the looking glass, she couldn’t recognize herself; she saw a meek, submissive, and fragile wife, nothing like the dragon princess she once was. It was already nightfall, and her hand’s trembled. A dragon does not fear, she reminded herself, a dragon does not fear. She has lain with him numerous times before, another night would be nothing.

When the young maid attending her laid her hands on top of her shaking ones, she all but shrieked. The young mousy girl looked around the room, making sure no one was watching, no was looking. She placed a small vial into her hands, and looked up into Rhaena’s eyes with pity, “For the pain, your Grace”, she whispered.

A dragon does not fear, she repeated, but she was afraid. “What pain? What is this?”, she all but sobbed looking down at the vial in her palm.

“Milk of the poppy, Your Grace”, the maid whispered, she stopped to looked around once again. She’s paranoid and scared, just like me, Rhaena thought. “His Majesty has been in a rage and wrathful since he heard of your brother, Jaehaerys’ proclamation. Of the uprising and rebellion he is inciting. He will surely be rough with you this night, a few drops would numb the pain that is to come, all of it will be as if it never happened”.

A warmth bloomed within her chest, but before Rhaena could thank the stranger. She bowed and scurried away. She looked to small vial once again, her mind racing with the news she just heard. Her observations were right, he’s loosing his power, his control. Maegor is loosing the iron throne to a boy of four and ten, she could almost laugh. The warmth in her chest grew and she didn’t notice the smile forming on her lips, hope was a strange thing.

“If that was all, my Queen, by your leave”, the old woman hissed, but she had no fire for the crone - only a smile.

“I would have wine brought before His Majesty arrives. Not a Dornish vintage, however, but Arbor gold. Only the finest for our King”, she commanded with sweetness in her voice, hope in her heart, and madness in her mind.

The old woman nodded curtly and with her maids, all of them left the rooms after bowing before Rhaena.

The Arbor gold she had ordered was brought before her swiftly upon a golden platter with two golden chalices. When she was finally alone, Rhaena rushed toward the tray of wine. She poured herself a cup and swallowed the sweet liquid down. She played with the vial in hand, thinking about all the possibilities. A few drops for numbness, and the entirety for oblivion. When she made her decision and filled both goblets with wine. Seven drops of poppy for herself, and the rest for her husband. It was madness, it was hope, and the poppy gave her a sense of courage.

Rhaena sat on the edge of the large feather bed. Her fingers traced the stitching of luxurious bedding, while she cradled her wine in her lap. The thoughts and ideas rushed through her mind. It would be dangerous, but it was hope. The hope of freedom, the hope of living, the hope of her daughters alive and thriving. The best battle plans are planned, thought out thoroughly, and executed at a certain time; however, some plans are made during the moment in the heat of battle. Her purple eyes scoured the room, she heard the whispers of the passageways, and if there was a way out of her room, there was a way to find Aerea and escape the castle. However, if she were to escape the city she would need Dreamfyre —.

The sound of the doors to her prison unlocking pulled her out of her thoughts, and she was greeted by the sight of her husband. She rose from the bed instantly and lowered her gaze. The sound of his boots echoed against the walls as he approached her. She could feel the warmth of his presence, could smell the scent of his person: it was a pungent fragrance of rosemary used to conceal the other scents of ash and blood. His hands are large, rough, and calloused from the years of wielding a sword and dragon-riding; and yet his touch was gentle and cautious when they brushed against her cheek. When she lifted her gaze, her purple met his cold lavender, and yet she saw something else in his eyes, she could not name it but she feared it.

Maegor towered over her, he couldn't stop touching her, and his eyes continued to ensnare her. With a wicked grin on his face, one which she desired to slap off, he asked, “Have you missed my company, wife?”.

She held his gaze and answered sweetly and obediently, “Yes, Your Grace. A fortnight passed since I last been in your presence, it’s a great joy to see you, for it’s you all I thought of since” – thinking of all the ways to kill you.

The hum of approval she received as a reply, told her it was exactly what he wanted to hear. His hand gripped her nightgown, his fingers feeling the material of the fabric. He took the chalice from her hand and he drank what remained of her wine. His expression changed then, confusion grew on the lines of his face. He looked into the cup with suspicion.

She froze when she saw the look on his face, and in a panic she responded before he even asked, “Arbor gold, Your Grace. You expressed a dislike for the Dornish vintage, so I ask the maids to bring us the finest the Reach has to offer”.

He softened at her reply, and placed the chalice back into her hands. “Then you must bring me another cup, wife”.

She nodded and lowered her gaze, she walked towards the tray of wine and could feel his ever-burning gaze. When she turned to look back, she saw him whilst he was undressing. He gave her a savage grin when he caught her gaze, she smiled sourly. Rhaena placed the empty cup on the tray and focused on the special one she prepared just for him. Her knuckles turned white when she tightly gripped the chalice, anxiety, and fear rolling in her stomach threatening to her ill. She took a sip of the wine, praying for numbness, praying for courage, praying for the strength to do whatever she needed to survive. A dragon does not fear. She took a deep breath and returned to his side as a very loving wife.

She placed the golden chalice – as well as her fate, in his enormous hands. Her fingers lingered on his arms, caressing him with a softness. Her purple eyes flickered up and looked up at him with a longing through her lashes. She walked away towards the large bed seductively, knowing he was watching her every move. Rhaena slid the shift off her shoulders, allowing the thin fabric to pool at her feet, leaving her all exposed to Maegor.

Rhaena looked back him with a mischievous smile, “Shall we go to bed, husband?”.

Maegor’s hungry gaze was all she needed as an answer. He drowned the cup of wine and threw the chalice to the side. In what seemed to be mere seconds, he was grabbing her to his side and devoured her in a ravenous kiss. They were wild and harsh kisses that bruised her lips. All of her husband’s kisses left bruises on her body. He kissed her until they were gasping for air, his hands were touching every inch of skin on her body from groping her ass to her breasts. The poppy seemed to work for whilst he found pleasure, she found numbness.

“I missed your touch, I missed your scent, I missed the taste of you”, he mumbled against her ear.

Soon she was off her feet and on her back, like a common whore. His hands held her down against the soft silk bedding, and his tongue on the swell of her breast. She responded to his harsh hands with scratches and bite marks. He suckled her breasts as if he were a babe, drawing out unwanted gasps and moans, as he left her nipples red and hard. She loathed the way her body reacted, the sounds she made, for it all brought him pleasure. He should enjoy it while it lasts.

She could feel the thickness of his manhood against her inner thigh, “No”, she yelled, knowing what he intended to do. He looked up from her breasts like an upset child.

Her breath heavied with fear, she ran her fingers through his silver hair, and she pulled him into a kiss. “Let me, Maegor”, she whispered against his lips.

Rhaena mounted him as if he were Dreamfyre and rode him as such — she hadn't ridden her mount in weeks and a little practice wouldn't hurt, Rhaena thought. But when she looked down, it wasn't the blue dragon that she saw between her thighs but her husband and she only felt even more disgusted than before. She could feel his firm grip on her skin as his hands wandered from her hips to her full breasts — knowing that bruises would cover her pale skin by daylight. So she closed her eyes, trying to ignore his repulsive touch, and thought of something else more pleasant. Rhaena thought that this would be the perfect opportunity to kill him right there and then. She wished to take a Valyrian steel dagger and plunge it into his blackened heart, and stab him over and over again. She would relish in the feeling of both his cock inside her and his blood all over her — she could easily imagine the feeling of the warm red substance dripping over her naked skin. And it was such an exciting image in her mind that she felt herself reaching her peak, and as she did so she sunk her nails deeply into his chest, she could hear his deep groans of pain or pleasure, she did not care for it only added to her fantasy.

When she reached ecstasy, she cried out a moan of pleasure. However, the feeling passed when she opened her eyes, the dream had ended, and Rhaena met Maegor’s cold lustful gaze instead of the looks of agony and surprise she had imagined. Her body was scalding, beads formed on her brow as sweat slicked upon her back. Her breathing heavied as did the feeling in her breast from the vigorous riding, but the burning stare between the two remained.

It was in the silence that they share when he flip her over onto her back, for Maegor was both aroused and frustrated — he was losing his power and grip on the throne so he wouldn't allow such a thing in the marriage bed. He began thrusting into her vigorously and harder. She used this to her advantage and kissed him savagely, biting down on his lip and drawing blood into her mouth, and she even moaned his name serval times. All of it made his blood boil hotter, allowing his mind to be fogged by burning arousal and the poppy milk. He continue to fuck her multiple times throughout the night until he was utterly and completely spent. With one finally thrust he spilled inside of her, filling her with his seed, believing he had made a little princling that night. Maegor collapsed on top of her, his head once more lying between her breasts as he tried to catch his breath.

“A little princeling was certainly made this night”, he muttered against her skin. Over my dead body, Rhaena thought.

He kissed her once more before rolling over to the other side of the bed. He closed his eyes and allowed sleep to claim him. His breathing heavied, she watched as his chest rise and fall. Rhaena didn't know how long she watched him but she waited, waited until she absolutely certain he was deeply asleep. It wasn't until she heard the first sound of thunder that she risen from the bed. She quickly and quietly dressed into her riding leathers as she continued to watch Maegor. She had fucked him into oblivion, she smiled at the thought, of how the mighty have fallen. She made may to his discarded clothing and began to search his garments for the map detailing his hidden passageway. Her key to freedom. She had found it and the hidden entrance in the room, she should of left then and there. But she couldn't help herself.

Rhaena turned back to Maegor’s sleeping form, she leaned over him and whispered into his ear, “I found my release to the image of your dead body. I hope you die screaming”. He only mumbled in regards as a response and moved to sleep on his side.

As she begins to make her escape a glint of steel catches her eyes — Blackfrye. It was the sword of the Targaryen kings, Maegor’s most prized possession, but most of all it was her beloved grandfather’s sword. The heavy Valyria steel sword rested against the fireplace, the rubies in its sheath and hilt shining as if made from the fire itself. Maegor had propped it there when he'd entered, but she'd been too consumed with her task to notice until now. Now, it seems to call to her.

With her family’s ancestral sword in hand, she slipped threw the walls of her prison: to the arms of her daughter, to the wings of Dreamfyre, to the sweet embrace of freedom. Her husband should have known better, hope is a dangerous thing.

[lunarfuneral]

me & what i saw today :) took my cameras out to take pictures bc i suck at it and the first step to getting better is to just do it

[jazztato]

Reader giving the hazbin men flowers and chocolates even a plushie for Valentine’s Day :)

Valentine's day Gifts (Alastor x Reader)

May contain spoilers from season 1

It was valentine’s day in hell, people probably wouldn’t think sinners and hell borns celebrate a holiday that’s all about love, well that’s where you're wrong, they absolutely love the mushy holiday, but in hell valentine’s day involves a bit more blood and real beating hearts, it’s hell what did you expect, most would be disgusted by the thought of eating actual beating hearts but in hell it’s what sinners call a delicacy, most sinners and hell borns already had someone to spend valentine’s with, even the princess of hell had a girlfriend to spend valentine’s with, as for (Y/N) she had no one, she’s been a sinner for quite some time now and she had never had anyone to give her love to however she did have a crush on a certain radio demon,  but she never had the courage to ask him out since she was afraid of rejection especially from a powerful demon she didn’t know what she would do..  But she didn’t want any other demon to take away what she wanted, and she wants Alastor the radio demon to be her valentine.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V

It was valentine’s day and I was thinking of how I would get Alastor to be my valentine he’s a demon of mystery and a very tough person to please, he always rejects the demons that try to ask him out and if they don’t take no for an answer they usually end up dead and I didn’t want that to be me. I actually worked at the Hotel where Alastor resides I got a job there just so I could be close to him, even though I don’t even think he acknowledges me or know my name, today Alastor was kindly forced to decorate the hotel for valentine’s day when he detested the thought of the hotel getting decorated in such a way and what’s the point of decorating for a day when they are just going to be taken down the next day.  I ended up agreeing with Alastor but that just made things worse because Charlie the princess of hell chimed in and said I should help decorate as well, I didn’t know if this was her punishing me or her way of torturing me with embarrassment by making me work on the decorations with the one man that I have a crush on!  Ugh I just want to dig a hole and bury myself out of embarrassment, this is too humiliating, I had to grab the Decorations from the closet full of crazy holiday decorations; Halloween, Christmas, even thanksgiving decorations!  It was just a huge mashup of different decorations it was horrifying to be honest, I tried to find the valentine decorations but behold to myshort ass they were on the very high shelf I let out a groan as I tried to reach for the box but I failed miserably as I kept trying Alastor appeared behind me and reached for the box his chest was pressed against my back, my cheeks started to flare up at this feeling, I watched as he got the box down and held it in his hands, I turned around and looked him in the eyes he had his usual smile but this smile was a tad different, he was looking down at me with a smile of amusement, apparently my struggling was entertainment to him, I let out a huff not liking the fact that he thought it was funny to see me struggle, I was about to snap at him but I bit my tongue staying quiet not wanting to ruin my chances with him, if I even have any chances with a demon like him, as we finished decorating I took a closer look at our work and it was just complete chaos I let out a small shiver as all the decorations where mitch matched or just really old to the point that they are falling apart to just turning into dust themselves. As the job was done, I decided to go for a walk but that’s not the only reason why I wanted to leave, I wanted to figure out what to get the creepy yet charming radio demon for valentine’s day.  I walked down the streets of hell as there was so much violence along with death. I thought I would be used to this by now but no matter how many times I see this it makes me queasy, the only reason why I ended up in hell was a complete accident…  Ok maybe not a complete accident, I knew what i was doing but it actually happened on Valentine’s day I caught my boyfriend of 6 years cheating on me with my best friend let's just say my anger got the best of me as I killed the both of them, do I feel bad doing it, maybe, do I regret doing it, hell no!  They deserved it and had it coming, as I walked down the streets I saw a teddy bear that looked as if it came from a horror movie but that isn’t what caught my eye, what caught my eye was that the plus could be customized to a person’s liking I decided to step into the shop and purchase the nightmare teddy along with a few other customizations before heading out to figure out what else to get a scary demon for valentine’s day.

I walked past a couple sweet shops but knowing Alastor for as long as I did I knew he wasn’t a huge fan of sweets or anything sugary, I do know he loves meat especially if it’s raw, I also know he loves Jambalaya but I’m not a cook so I can’t really make him one of his favorite foods so I decided to just stick with meat and form it into the shape of a heart, but I don’t want to just get him meat I also need a flower substitute as well because I’m not sure if he’s a flower guy, Hell doesn’t exactly have much flowers except for the ones that might try to bite back, or might try to eat you. I recently found out his staff he always has with him was broken during the battle, so I decided to fix it for him!  But there might be a problem. I don't know how to fix a magical tool, but I have a few theories on how all I need to do is try and get his broken staff without him noticing but since the staff is a part of who he is it might be a bit tricky. I decided to get the meat first luckily the butcher shop had plenty of raw meat left I bought a couple and started mashing them together and forming the meat into a heart I placed the now hearty meat into a box and was thinking of ways to get a hold of Alastor’s staff, luckily I was able to ask the princess to distract Alastor as I barrow his staff for hopefully an hour, she was overly thrilled when I told her what I was doing and managed to get Alastor out of the hotel, I snuck into his room finding the broken staff on top his bed I gently picked it up and ran off with it so I can fix it but it took longer than I expected to fix a magical artifact I was frustrated and on the brink of giving up till at my last attempt the staff was finally sealed and put back into one I started cheering as I couldn’t believe I fixed a magical item I received a message from Charlie saying if I was finished yet because Alastor was starting to become restless and irritated I started to panic a bit but gave her the ok indicating I was finished and to bring Alastor back to the hotel I quickly gathered everything rushing back to the hotel. Once I stepped foot inside I was panting trying to catch my breath I felt like collapsing onto the couch and take a long nap however I couldn’t I heard voices from outside the hotel indicating Charlie and Alastor had returned, the doors slammed open and there was Alastor he looked as if he wanted to kill someone I let out a worried gulp as he glared daggers at me, did Charlie spill the beans about everything?  Or did Alastor just put two and two together I was scared but I knew I had to toughen up I walked towards the angered demon and shoved everything into his hands before speed walking away my heart was pounding so loud that I swore the other residents could hear it, I entered my room and screamed into a pillow at the suspense and horror of what Alastor might do to me if he didn’t like the thoughtful gifts, the teddy bear was transformed into a plush version of him with a mini staff, the meat was heart shaped and raw , and the staff that was once broken was now fixed as if it was never broken it had a little bow on it, I stared at the ceiling my thoughts going wild as I didn’t know what was going on in the radio demon’s head.

Alastor’s P.O.V

I was angry at the thought of Charlie distracting me by taking me out of the hotel. I knew it had to be a part of her plan; Charlie always ends up agreeing to things too quickly before thinking I had better things to do then spend a few hours on the streets of hell during this tedious holiday. When I finally returned I was not happy I was mad in fact I ended up slamming the doors open and there she was, (Y/N), she was standing there looking all innocent I wanted to rip her to shreds but was stopped when she shoved some things into my arms I was about to respond asking her what in hell’s name did she give me but she had quickly walked away before I could even speak, I was even more irritated then before I looked down at the things she gave me; One was a mini me made from a plush bear it came with a mini staff as well like the one I had before it broke, I narrowed my eyes before looking over at the 2nd gift it was a box why would she give me a box if it’s filled with sugary sweets then I will burn it in hellfire but when I took the lid off the box I was surprised that inside didn’t contain anything with sugar or chocolate but instead was raw meat shaped like a heart I was generally surprised at this, she knew I despised sugary treats so she got me raw meat how….. Thoughtful.

Last was my 3rd gift I didn’t think much of it but when I saw what it was I was generally surprised at what I held in my hand, It was my staff, once broken now in my hands fixed I tried to hide the surprised expression in my reaction I now realized why (Y/N) asked for Charlie to distract me, it was so she could sneak into my sleeping quarters to take the broken staff and fix it, but how in hell did she manage to fix it, that is something that truly is a mystery I looked over towards her room curious of the things she would do for me, in all my time of being in hell no one has ever gone this far to make me feel loved, yes multiple do already but this was different, these gifts were put together with real love, and I might just need to pay her back, the night is still young and I will cherish it well.  I let out a laugh as I vanished into the shadows. 

This one wasn't my greatest again I love Alastor but he's a difficult character to write for, but I hope you enjoy

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ok clarification I read that poll as “when do you /usually/ wear shorts not when will you first wear them but I honestly just really like the feel of pants and to me it’s easier to roll up the pants when you’re hot instead of not being able to warm up your legs any way when you’re cold. also dress codes play a big role for me since most of my shorts don’t meet the length limit. but yeah that’s my pants pov since you were curious.

Now turning the question back on you! Why do you like shorts? (more specifically what makes you like them enough to wear them in 30 degree weather?!)

We could not be more different I actively hate the feeling of pants and ESPECIALLY the feeling of rolling them up.

It's a sensory thing. I hate the resistance fabric gives when you move. Every time you move you can feel it, so I try to wear things that are as minimally covering as possible. Short shorts, tank tops--though half the time when I'm home I don't even wear a shirt. I drew a comparison between my sister and I a couple years ago and it still holds true

I hate it enough I will choose to be cold instead of wearing pants. My strategy instead is to wear a hoodie/zip up; if i'm warm enough up top it'll compensate for cold legs. If it's really cold I'll suck it up, but the moment I can I'm putting shorts on again.

I will say, I do wear tights with my shorts when it's colder. Which is tolerable because 1. fashion and 2. it's thin and form fitting. And while leggings are also form fitting, they're too thick and give me dysphoria. Skirts/dresses are equally unpleasant there's too much movement

And personally dress codes haven't been a consideration since middle school, but I do understand how that factors into others' clothing choices.

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[elizxbethofyork]

a rhaena targaryen story ♛ a dragon doesn't fear 1/2 inspo and gifs by @queensend

warning! depictions of incest, harsh language, murder, violence, abusive relationships, and mentions of rape

She would later learn what had driven him to her bedchamber that notable evening. Her husband was either gentle or caring, and only came to her when he deemed it fitting to leave his seed within her, but other than that he had barely spoken a word to Rhaena. He was never a man of words, even as a child she would remember how her uncle barely acknowledge her or her siblings existence. The only incident that she can recall was when the Dowager Queen Visenya demanded that she should be given to as wife for uncle; stating the bloodlines of the conquerors uniting will strengthen our hold on Westeros as well as maintain our pure Valyrian blood. Maegor would take Rhaena as his wife, but many years as well as many wives later. She remembered that horrid day when she stood between beautiful Jeyne and sweet Elinor because one wife was not enough for her uncle. He had taken three to the marriage bed that evening, whilst his sorceress witnessed it all clutching onto Rhaena’s daughters as the precious hostages they were.

Tyanna.

Rhaena did not know it was her blood Maegor was covered in whilst when he held her; had she known she would relish knowing the witch had met a horrific end. She recalled that night by the fire, for it was only in that moment did she ever felt something for him, and it was pity. She sat by the fire in her empty chambers with a small book in hand, reciting the same poetry that had brought her comfort as a child. The sounds of the fire crackling echoed against the stone walls of the room, the rooms she use to share with her sister wives but Jeyne died bleeding out Maegor’s son, and Elinor prayed to gods for she also carried his child. That only left Rhaena, she was the last of the brides that her uncle has not left with a child. The twisted irony was not lost to her, for Maegor’s first wife remained barren for him and as his last wife so would Rhaena, she would make sure of it no matter how hard he fucked her.

She remembers muttering the Valyrian words against her lips when she heard the echoing of his boots, as she squeezed her eyes shut as if she could make him disappear. Rhaena was the only wife remaining for her uncle to take to bed tonight. And though it was not the first night alone with her husband, she had little comfort in the fact that he would visit his other wives the next. But all of them were gone, she bitterly reminded herself, leaving Maegor all to herself in the coming darkness. The sound of his thundering steps grew louder by the second until they didn’t, the locks that kept in her prison turned and the great oak doors opened. She felt the hairs on her skin rise in goosebumps: she could feel his presence a few feet away, she could hear his heavy breathing, and his smell always filled the air with rosemary, ash, and blood, always blood.

“Rhaena”, his voice was low and coarse when it spoke. It was the first time she ever heard him utter her name, for it acknowledged her person, it made her into a human being, it gave her power. And when it came to Maegor, it was him and him only that was allowed to hold such power.

In an instant, she rose and faced her husband, lowering her eyes and placing her hands in front of herself. “Your Grace”, she said meekly. Rhaena was disgusted with herself, whatever happened to the girl that dared to take a dragon into the skies, what happened to the fire that burned in her veins? She knows, she remembers for it had died when Aegon did when Maegor ripped open her husband's throat.

Rhaena tried so hard not to flinch when he walked toward her, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing she was afraid. For she was a dragon, and dragons do not fear. A dragon doesn't fear, she repeated the words over and over again in her head trying to remain calm. He towered over her, leaving her in the shadow of darkness like the wings of Balerion. She could feel the tension, the fear, the agony thick in the air for it made it hard to breathe. Maegor began to trace her exposed collarbone with his hard calloused hand as she felt his cold gaze burning down at her.

“What do you have in your hands?”, he questioned noticing the small book she held, her grip tightened around it .

Rhaena felt her mouth go dry, she flicked her eyes up at him for a second and lowered them instantly when they met his lavender eyes and quickly answered, “A book of poetry, your grace”.

Maegor sat upon the couch, his burning gaze never leaving her, he hummed and reached out to take the book from her hands. Rhaena simply obeyed and gave him what he desired. He began to flip through the pages, thinking he could find treason within its words. “A cup of wine, wife”, he simply said as his eyes continued to search for whatever delusions plagued his mind.

She walked away from him toward the tray of wine, she can feel her entire body trembling as she began to fill the cup with the sweet burgundy drink. A dragon doesn't fear. She tried to calm down by taking deep breaths. A dragon doesn't fear. She must face her fears like a dragon would, head-on. Rhaena turned around and returned to her husband's side with the cup in hand.

When she approached Maegor, he shut the book close and threw it to the side. She handed him the wine he had asked for. She watched as he finished the entire goblet, “Dornish shit”, he murmured before dropping it onto the floor and once again his attention turned towards Rhaena.

Before she could move, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. Holding her under his firm grip, Maegor stared into her eyes. “So much like Aenys in the love of pretty words and songs. But unlike him, I can see the dragon hiding beneath your soft flesh”, he pushed a strand of her silver hair behind her ear. He pressed his head against her body, and then placed his face in between her breasts as he inhaled her scent. She forces herself to hold him then, trying to stop herself from repulsing against his touch.

“You were always meant to be my wife, and now you shall be my last wife. For the dragon in you will burn away Tyanna’s poison and you shall give me the son I was promised”, he mused. She never thought him to be the nostalgic type. No, he wasn't, he was making a vow, acknowledging the cards fate has dealt him.

“You honor me with such a duty, Your Grace”.

“The others were unworthy with their polluted blood”, he spat with hatred in his voice. Maegor turned his head and once more stared into her eyes. “You, however, have proven that you are fertile by giving our house not one but two children. Ours is true, ours is pure and it will be our son who is a true dragon worthy of the name Targaryen, worthy of the iron throne”.

“A true Targaryen prince” — you are unworthy to have such a son, Rhaena thought.

“A true dragon to carry on the legacy of the conquerors. Uniting the bloodlines of Aegon and his wives. They have built us this empire, but your father was weak and allowed our enemies to grow. But I will burn them out leaving behind steel and strength allowing the house of the dragon to rule for centuries to come”. He spoke of legacies, of weakness and strength, of the future as if it belonged to him and him alone. Or maybe Maegor finally understood that his reign of terror was coming to an end. No, he wouldn't of understood for that was the only thing he was oblivious too.

“Will you sing for our son?” he asked as he once again pressed himself against her. He closed his eyes and leaned deeply into her touch.

“Sing?”, she asked confused. As if you would ever let me hold him, as if Tyanna would ever let him call me mother, as if I would ever give birth to that son you so desperately desire.

“Aye, sing. Father always beamed with pride for your talents, for it reminded him of his favorite wife and you do have a lovely voice. Will you sing for me, wife?”. Rhaena stared down at her uncle in utter shock, it was usually his action that left her in this state, and now it was his words. She felt his strong arms snake around her waist as if he was a little boy holding onto his mother.

Rhaena forced the words from her lips and began to sing. It was a common Valyrian song, one that her father would sing to his dragon. A song fitting to put a wild dragon to sleep. She ran her fingers through his short-cut silver hair, and she felt his muscles relax under her touch. His breathing lightens but she still felt it heavy against her skin. Time moved slowly or fast, she couldn't comprehend for there was a beast between her breasts. A beast that looked so much like a scared little boy. A trick of the mind, Rhaena reminded herself, he was no little boy, he was a monster. She would finish singing the song, but he did not move. His arms tightened around her and she continued to hold him, cuddle him, allowing her fingers to continue touching him. The room was quiet if not for the wood burning and crackling, she turned her face to the fire and stared at the dancing flames. A dragon doesn't fear. She told herself as she felt the tears roll down her cheeks. A dragon doesn't fear.

Rhaena closed her eyes for a moment and she shot them open when she felt the presence of another. She looked towards the doorway and saw her Uncle Daemon staring at them. Traitor — she thought, he was the reason Maegor took her for his wife. She glared at him with utter hatred in that moment.

“My King”, he said.

Maegor opened his eyes and stirred, his grip loosening but nevertheless still there. He turned his head and shot an angry look towards Daemon. “What is it? What is so important that you dare to disturb me?” he growled.

“The small council gathers, Your Grace. We have news of the traitors” Daemon replied cautiously as his eyes flicked from Maegor to Rhaena. She knew then, they have news of the rebellion, of her family.

“Hmmm”, he grunted at his words. He finally let Rhaena go, allowing her to stand and walk a few steps away from him. Maegor nodded and rose from his seat, he once more towered over her. She felt her knees go numb and instead of averting her eyes, she dared. Rhaena started back into those cold lavender eyes and saw a grin form on his face. “I will return to your bed tomorrow, wife”.

“As is your right, husband”, she replied stoically, that was the first and only time she addressed him as such, her husband.

Maegor gave her a short nod of acknowledgment and turn leaving the rooms. However, Daemon continued to stare at her, though he dared not to look her in the eyes. She followed her uncle’s gaze to her nightgown. The white cotton gown was utterly ruined, covered in stains of deep dark red. It took her a moment to realize it was blood and she thanked the gods it wasn't hers. Daemon’s eyes finally met hers, and they looked at her with pity. He gave her a soured smile and closed the doors behind him as he left.

Leaving Rhaena utterly alone in the darkness covered in blood and tears, whispering the words. A dragon doesn't fear.

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