#aegon ii fanfiction

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Hello!!! For the requests, can I request one for Aegon II? Pregnancy kink and maybe some family fluff with reader and Aegon's kids?

Divine Honour.

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 1,515.

WARNINGS: domesticity, references of p in v sexual intercourse, pregnancy kink/breeding kink, lactation kink, breast play, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii, slight exhibitionism.

A/N - literally anything that involves Aegon with kids, domesticity and breeding/pregnancy kink is my weakness... I am a whore like that. hope you enjoy, I've combined these two requests :) also dedicating this as a little gift to you all in honour of the King's bday!!!!

"Father! When can we choose an egg for the babe? Meraxes has laid a fresh clutch!"

"How much longer must we wait for this babe?!"

"B-Bub!"

The uproar of their high-pitched, eager voices left Aegon defeated, as he swiftly picked his youngest in his bulky arms, lifting the little princess onto his seated lap, where she settled herself comfortably. Babbling incomprehensible sounds [as she was still yet a babe herself, only able to muster a few coherent words] and idly pointing at your round, swollen belly. Your elder sons on the other hand, twins nonetheless, found themselves encircling their father like hounds, pouncing at his sides, desperate for answers, as you waddled yourself over to the edge of the royal bed, where they outnumbered Aegon.

"How many times must I tell you this, boys? When the babe is ready to come, it will come! Any day now, you'll have either a baby brother or little sister that you can dote on and protect for hours on end... Is that understood?"

The silver-haired boys both ecstatically eyed each other, giddy with excitement and anticipation for the newest arrival into the family, refusing to stand still. Turning towards you, your youngest only a few minutes apart from his elder, Rhaego, warmly embraced your side, careful with his grip around your protruding belly.

"You will find us when the babe is coming? Promise us, mother, that you will!"

The streak of worry tinged across his small, growing face, was enough to melt your heart. He was your exact twin, with some of Aegon's Valyrian-esque features. A smaller boy than his brother, and far more emotionally attached to you.

"Of course, my love. I will need you by my side, okay?"

"Now the lot of you, off to bed! Your mother needs her rest-"

Aegon's deep, stern voice clouded the room, before being met with the sighs and sounds of defeat from his twin boys. Gesturing for your lady in waiting, Sara, to make herself present: leading the boys, Rhaego and Aenys, out, as you warmly kissed each goodnight. Your littlest babe remained safe and sound, wrapped in Aegon's arms, desperately trying to stay awake, as she drifted in and out of sleep.

"And this little princess—”

The sudden drop in his tone, speaking in a volume only above a whisper, and far more softer, was enough to prove that your little girl was Aegon's weakness.

"My little Aelora, just doesn't want to sleep. She has far too much fun with her Daddy."

He plants a tender peck on her head, as she brightly smiles up at her father, taking much of his likeness, before rubbing her small eyes with her tiny fists, edging closer to slumber.

"Here—Here, she just needs her mother's boring touch to put her to sleep”, you tauntingly exclaim.

In exchange for his amusement, you take the babe in your arms, cradling her above your belly, as you gently sway her, lulling her to sleep. Aegon finds himself walking towards the edge of the bed, as he begins to undress, unbuttoning his tunic. Watching you from a meek distance, he feels a palpable twitch beneath the dark fabric of his pants, feels more tighter than he had noticed moments before. His thick cock stirring with excitement, as he witnesses the surreal vision of you holding his babe, whilst carrying his other unborn child.

"You truly are a divine sight, my love... You've never looked more beautiful than you do now."

His heavy words caught your immediate attention, as your focus pans from the sleeping babe to Aegon, looking rather ravenously at you. Although his orbs a light lilac shade, his gaze felt rather dark and menacing, his plump, cherry lips licked and glazing in the candle light. He looked as though he could devour you right there and then, you were rather familiar with this particular sight of your husband.

"Is that so?" You softly chuckle, turning from Aegon to the silent babe, before resuming your attention once more unto him.

"I do not feel so. I feel I am at my heaviest, Aeg. You honestly do not mean to say I am-"

Pouncing to stand, his heavy and heated footsteps pace towards you, a firm grip tugging at your silky night gown by your hips.

"Speak no more, Y/N. You cannot fathom how irresistible you look to me in this very instance... Put her down, I think she's deep in her sleep now, Mumma."

The firmness in his deep voice, almost a mimic of a growling predator, was an occurrence you saw in court, with your husband upholding his position as King. Aegon had established himself as a formidable man, despite the doubts surrounding his succession. You obeyed his command, gently lowering Aelora into her crib, as you nestled the babe in her minuscule, handwoven duvet.

"Come here—”

Gesturing you towards the end of the bed, his wolfish eyes lingered over your every inch, every detail of exposed skin, his hands wandering in sync with the insatiable lust in his eyes, as though it was your wedding night all over again.

"You think you do not look divine? Carrying my precious babe not only in your arms, but in your womb as well? Do you not think it an honour to carry and bear the seed of the King? Need I fuck you s'more and plenty, my dearest. Swelling you with as many children as your body can take, for you to understand your significance, hmm?"

Thoughtless against his lust-filled words, you hadn't even realised how swift and deliberate Aegon's sensual movements were, snaking his sturdy arms around your swollen, tender body, weak against your husband's touch. His soft lips latched to your tender skin, suckling at the sweet crevices of your neck, feeling your Grace slowly making his way carefully down, towards your busting cleavage, as he sat himself down by the end of the bed, pulling you closer towards him, trapped between his thickly sprawled thighs.

"Does your King not make you feel good? Have I failed you as your sovereign and as a husband, hmm? Need I spoil you more than I have already?"

Candidly unbuttoning the few clasps of your low-cut ivory nightgown, your tender, perky breasts instantly exposed themselves to your Grace, each tit filling with milk in preparation for the royal babe. The wintry, crisp air of the night left your skin crawling with chills, and Aegon's calloused hands, groping at each breast did not numb the feeling at all.

"N-No- Ahh, Aeg—"

"So fucking sensitive, look at you... I did this, I did this to you, you do well to remember that—"

"Y-Yes, y-your Grace," You feebly whimper, one hand firmly clasped over Aegon's broad shoulder and the other tangled in the short strands of his platinum locks: desperate to keep composure, as he taunts your delicate body. Flicking his thumb over the peaking buds of your raw, sensitive nipples, deeply chuckling to himself as he earns a helpless moan from you.

"Your body knows exactly how to take, my beloved. Knows what it is expected of, made to take my seed so fucking well, huh? Look at how steady your belly grows day by day, our babe kicking healthily inside... How these tits swell with that sweet, heavenly milk of yours, hmm? You were born for this, my dear. Made ripe for the taking of the King himself."

Without a second to spare, not even so much for a breath, Aegon's ravenous mouth latched itself onto your breast. His warm, slick tongue flicking at your nipple, suckling fiercely, eager for a drop of flavour. Instinctively your hands immediately drop onto his hefty shoulders, nails digging into the thick padding of his apparel. As you gradually grew more accustomed to the exhilarating sensation, your hands travelled their way back up, busying themselves by tugging and pulling at his silver strands: occasionally even guiding Aegon's head deeper into your bosom, keen to satisfy your King's insatiable hunger.

M-My body at th-the disposal of th-the King... The g-greatest honour b-bestowed. K-Keep fucking me, keeping m-me full of his seed—"

The mouth clasped tightly around your breast, a hand remained groping, kneading at your swollen flesh, whilst his other roamed below, firmly squeezing and palming at your ass cheek.

His stout chest heaving breathlessly, as he regained himself: Aegon's mesmerizingly violet eyes fluttered shut momentarily, before gazing upon you intently, a sly smirk strewed across his handsome face.

"Hmm, that's right, my beloved... We might even populate the Red Keep alone, and everyone will know exactly who you answer to... Everyone shall know that I be the man who fucks you hard time and time again, how well your pretty cunt takes my cock and seed. And when your body shows, everyone will know how willing your body is craving to be full of me. My beloved loves the attention from her King, yes?"

"I do, Aeg."

"And I love you... And the children, even the ones you will bear in time... I love you, just as you are."

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[darlingofvalyria]

❝I never asked you to, you bumbling oaf.❞

[ Between advices and jealous-fraught fights, nestles your heart in red satin and ivory touch. Or, your marriage so far with the firstborn son of the King. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 3,901 ] | Aegon Targaryen II x Wife!Reader

contains— fluff & smutty - nsfw: oral (f receiving), p & v sex, creampie, breeding kink(?), - soft shit if aegon got to at least have a bit more agency lmao - jealousy - sorta angsty in the beginning but eh - your house is unnamed but you're a bad bitch - no use of y/n - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— it wasn't going to be a full smut, but aegon happened so here we are. comment, reblog & like at will, mwa!

Fraught might be a marriage arranged— cost and effect, weighed by titles and expectations of such matches made, emotion of either future spouse the least they weigh when they make their decisions — but you had grown to adore your husband.

You had been warned, of course. Gossip and small-minded chatter followed the firstborn son of the King. That despite the regality of Targaryen roots and colouring, he was a whoremonger, an addled-drunk, a monstrous caveat shrouded in dark green silk and iron.

You were called a victim, a damsel in distress meant to be saved before you had even met him. And yet not a single one of them batted an eye, much less offered a hand to rescue you from such turmoil. More than prepared to send you off. Others, of course, wishing for a prince to be married to their house, spit their scorn and irony.

The day you met him was a hot day. The sun basked the Crownlands with an almost venomous hatred, and it did not help your anticipation. Nor the long and arduous travel that turned the carriage into a hotbox meant to cook.

Your rear had ached in pain, almost as painful as your pinched cheeks that your grandmother had twisted unto your skin before you got out to meet the Queen, the Hand, and your betrothed, reminding you that a Princess Consort must always look her best, must appeal to her husband at all times "but must not be whorish! And sit straight, by the Seven, girl! Remember to exit gracefully! Like a swan, not a duck! Yes, there is a difference! Scamper your sarcasm!"— your gown was heavy, cinched tight and thick in beautiful fabric and small pearls and sapphires.

You had smiled prettily, bowed perfectly, and when you finally faced your betrothed, he was barely able to stand, pale as a sheet, and suffering from his cups the night before, sweat weeping on his brow.

It had sent a strike down your spine, irritation and anger spinning beneath pearly teeth. You bite down any word before they escape, forcing you to a perfect posture and a sharpened edge to your smile.

Aegon Targaryen, Second of his Name, had taken a step back, almost subconsciously, as fear flashed in his darling blue eyes.

Your good brother, having found out of this first interaction, had not stopped teasing your husband for the next few moons. Your good sister, you were told much later, had hummed wistfully, fingers dancing between rings as if she knew much more than anyone else, a small smile playing on the corners of her lips.

The memory makes you laugh now, warming your cold fingers against your first winter storm in Kings Landing. Snow torrents in whirlwinds and spikes, filling the Godswood in flurries and icicles.

Your Lady In Waiting, Emma Redwyne with her pretty Tully red hair and curled lashes that you had always found envy in, bows in greeting. You don't acknowledge her, which you recognise as nothing but pettiness, but you can't bring yourself to stop. You continue to stare forward, hand outstretched in the flurry of snow, when she awkwardly speaks.

"The prince is in your bedchambers, my princess."

You hum in acknowledgement, but no more. She shifts.

"He says he will not leave lest it is you who tells him so."

You turn to her, churlish in your expression of irritation and she winces, tucking her chin once more in false reverence before you sigh. The Lady Redwyne had been a friend once, an acquaintance really. Your grandmother had warned you that though you should have a good relationship with your ladies, it was best to keep them at an arm's length.

"Vipers and greed make stock in the centrefold of power, my dearest," she murmured, gnarled hands twinning your hair, a colour close to her own when she had been your age. You had been told you looked just like her, a gem in her era, her hand sought after by lords and princes alike before your grandsire made a weighty proposal to her house. "No matter what friendship you can build, all of it is but fat clouds and sandcastles. Pretty as they are, easily destructible by the next gust of wind."

"But they would be my ladies." The idea that the women closest to you should be kept with a good eye brought a weight to your chest. Trust is a hard thing to grasp in this place, you were fast learning.

You grandmother tutted, her hands cupping your chin, tilting upward until the same eyes met. One aged and knowing, another young and soon will understand the weight of life. Of the coat she bore with her husband's house in front of the Sept.

"Just watch and see, my sweet. Your future husband is a prince. They will try their damnedest. But you should not lose, for you are his wedded consort."

Now, your eyes linger on the cut of Lady Redwyne's gown. Far too revealing for the coldest touch of the year. The rogue in her cheeks, in her lips. There is a new necklace nestled on her bosom, no doubt an insistent gift from her father.

You wonder if your husband had stirred at the sight of her full visage. That if you had not been upset with him as it it, and have not abandoned your marriage quarters for three moons now, his fingers would have danced across her pale collarbones, fingering the dropped ruby at the centre of her throat. Pressing a light kiss on the gem.

The fornicated memory brings nausea and anger, but you are not new to your role, much less the greed of others, even those closest to you, so you strangled it with will.

If Aegon had dared to mock you anew while you were both in cold waters, he has been too aware now of your anger and what it means for him.

You look back at the peek of red leaves still attached to the tree, almost a stubborn refusal to move with the order of the gods, and you smile despite yourself.

"... My princess?"

Your annoyance spikes.

"And if I tell you to tell him that I will sleep in another chamber, mayhaps upturn a chamber meant for guests, will he then rot forever in my bedchamber?" You turn to her, eyebrow arched. "Will he not be accosted for leaving his duties undone? Must I treat him as a babe throwing a tantrum? Soothe him?" You step toward her. She flinches, a bird wanting to take flight but knows better than to move without her mistress' orders. "Or have you already tried so, to soothe the prince, and have been told to scram, to fetch me, for you are not his wife?"

Her eyes flutter, chest heaving. "My Princess, please—"

"Enough," you say primly, gathering your skirts. "Come to my chambers before dinner but no earlier. The only reason I haven't sent you back to the Reach is by grace and no more."

"My princess." She bows again and you don't miss the clenched jaw as you leave in a flutter of your bloodred gown and arched chin.

You have only just turned a corner when you hear a voice, soft and silky, familiar for many moons now.

"That was harsh of you, good sister."

You pause and spin, letting out a small laugh at the appearance of your good brother. Tall and princely in visage, he inclines his head in greeting while you bow.

"You are mistaken, my prince."

"Hm?"

You smirk. "That was kindness on my part."

He hums, fighting off a smile. Or what you think is a smile. Prince Aemond is still a mystery to you, but he is polite and you find yourself in good ease with your good brother. Unlike your husband, he wears his duty like armour and wield it like a sword. More than once, you are made to imagine what it would be like to have been married to him instead of your husband, and you blanche at the thought.

Though there is complications and evergreen misunderstanding with your husband at most turns, you cannot find yourself happy to the idea of being married to the One-Eyed Prince. There is nothing to say of his scarred appearance— as it does nothing but exemplify his gifted wielding of the sword, but being so honour and duty bound as you, it would be a cool, crisp marriage wheeled on routine and silent understandings.

A monotonous life might be a mercy to most, a dream to some even, but it brings hives to your skin at the mere idea.

Silent dinners and polite conversations are one thing. A marriage built on everything but... it would unsettle and madden your soul.

He offers his arm. "May I escort you to your chambers and my sad sack of a brother?"

You temper your giggle, taking his elbow. "I would be delighted."

Quiet pinches both of your measured footsteps, but you revel in its serenity. Maegor's Holdfast is stone and steel in the winters, fewer bodies lingering in corridors and corners to stave off into rooms with heat, but the rest that do are about, bow at your persons.

"I see you are adjusting well," he finally says. You turn, eyebrow arched. "As a princess consort of the realm."

"Was I so unprepared in my earlier moons?"

"In a way. Helaena says you are still comely and kind, despite being married to my brother."

"I am satisfied in my marriage, Prince Aemond," you say, unable to stop your raised hackles and need to defend your husband. "My duty to the realm is not strained in the least, and I... care for him."

He gives you a long look but you refuse his stare. He hums again, and whatever topic is breached is dropped. The quiet follows up until the doors of your chambers where he stops.

"Thank you for escorting me, my prince. I know your duties occupy your time."

"A duty of mine is to ensure my good sister is in safe hands." He gives a beckoning bow, notching an eyebrow at the door. "And I wish you ever happiness with your marriage to my brother, the Seven knows your duty is harder than mine."

Before you can retort, he is gone, and you are left with a sigh before you push through.

Though a prince, there is nothing princely of Aegon's sprawl on your bed. His gold, silver spun hair like a halo akimbo his face. Warmth emanates from the fire while he plays with his fingers atop his stomach.

"I thought you will ignore me once more, my wife," he speaks to the air, face still straight to the ceiling.

As you close the doors, a nod to your sworn shield, your straightened shoulders hunch as you relax. An unladylike snort breaking through the quiet. You don't see it, but Aegon smiles at the sound, a pang hitting his chest at the sound of comfort that he misses so.

"These are my chambers, husband," you say. "Unless you are meaning to kick me out of the Keep in total, I think my appearance in my own is not a totally shocking thought."

You sit beside him but do not lay down, giving him a good look as he stares up at you with a vacant expression. He is sober, in a way that there is a glassy sheen to his mullish blue eyes the colour of lightning and thunderstorms. His pallour is pale and his clothes are rumpled, but there is no near stench of wine or woman.

In fact he smells like Aegon on his good days; dragon and grime at the edges, soot and wind.

"I have not been to the Silk Street since we have been married," he says as if reading your thoughts. "I have not, and will refuse, to stray from our marital chambers." He gives you a poke. Like a child. "Unlike you."

You know he is telling the truth. He made the vow to you on your marriage bed, hands intertwined, fresh purple blooms appearing on your throat as he bore crescent shaped moons on his back.

You had to wear high-necked collars for two weeks. In the summers. It was impossibly awful, but the memory of your first night is one you cherish. What you go back to when tempers flare and sadness beckons in corners.

He had spent that first night worshipping you, ensuring you are more than sated before he had taken his own pleasure.

"But women who want you need not be whores to tempt you to their beds," you finish softly, unable to stop yourself as you take one of his hands to your lap, spinning the silver ring he keeps on his last finger.

"My wife, dearest to my heart." Your eyes flutter close at the endearments. It was a running joke to both of you, a joke that evolved with sincerity and... well, you hoped was love.

"I had tea with your grandmother, wife."

You looked up from your lunch, lips thinning at the joke and excitement nestled in giggles he was holding back. "Oh no. I knew I should have sent her back home the minute our vows were over."

He laughed then, taking the unoccupied seat across from you as he pressed his lips to your head. It made your heart flutter, even more so as he plucked a berry from your tart and offered it to your lips. He looked with insistence so you ate it. He pressed a thumb to your bottom lip before pressing a soft kiss to his own lips. You tried not to furiously blush.

"What has she told you?"

"Many a topic." He laughed again at your groan. Aegon had found himself enamoured with you as days past. Learning how you act less primly and more comfortable in his presence had brought him a good sense of happiness. Something he thought he lost forever. And he found, the happier he made you, the stronger the happiness in himself grew. It was an addicting feeling.

"But the prime idea were endearments."

"Endearments?"

"That a husband and wife with a pretty marriage such as ours, as we are royals, must show hope and perpetual peace for the people."

You frowned. "And... endearments give perpetual peace to the people how?"

"A show of the stability of our marriage. Of fondness. So now, I shall call you my dearly beloved heart."

You made a strange, strangling sound that had your husband giggling in surprise. "Pardon me, my prince. I—"

"Your precious honey bee."

"... Excuse me?"

"Babycakes?"

"Are you ill?"

"The darling of your eye, then."

You blinked. "Pardon?"

"What you call me," he teased.

"I refuse."

"You refuse?"

"Yes." You fought your own smile. "You are not the darling of my eye, and calling you thus, will make me a liar."

The pinched expression of jealousy made you bite your lip. "And who is, pray tell, the darling of your eye?"

"My grandmother."

You pressed your lips together. Aegon blinked in shocked. Then the both of you burst out in hard laughters, holding your chests and stomachs.

"We shall find an endearment for your beloved husband then," he announced after he had gasped for breath, dabbing the tears collected from his eyes. His smile enchanted you, wide and beautiful, upturned with a gaze as if he was beheld by the most darling of creatures. The urge to skip over him, drape yourself on his lap, and kiss him silly was an urge you pushed down.

"The... babe to my wondrous bosom?"

"Aegon!"

"So in counsel? That is not a definite no."

"My love?" he calls now, bringing your shared hands to his lips. "Lay down with me."

Before you can retort, he pulls you down to him until your warmth is shared, burning in a single flame. A sigh leaves your mouth, and the sound urges him to pull you impossibly closer.

"Women may find themselves in our bed, but unless they are you, they are nothing," he says after a minute. You tense up and he rubs your back. "I have made a vow."

"I will not hate you if you do. Anger is sordid, but I know my role. I know that is common practice for husbands, and as Princess Consort—"

He pulls you to him, your chest pressed against his as he held your face in his hands. His eyes are sad but his gaze is firm. "Your role as my wife does not mean you stay silent in your anger. Fight me. Make as much ruckus as you want. Tell Sunfyre to burn me to a crisp. You know as much High Valyiran as I at this point."

You laugh, forehead falling on his chest as you feel the burn in your eyes as tears escaped you. "I am no dragonrider."

A laughter rumbles his chest. "Could have fooled me," he teased.

"What?"

When you look up, he is smirking. "You've ridden me before."

"Aegon!"

He noses your jaw, kissing the edge of your chin. "The lemon of your tart, you mean."

"No, I do not." A sigh leaves you as his kisses turn into suckles, his hands holding you steady, rubbing circles against your skin.

"I think... I am fully forgiven now? For you have slept far away from me—" You yelp as he bites your ear, "— for too long a time. And for spending more time with my brother than you have of me in a while. Truly unfair punishment."

"He has only escorted me."

He flips you both, unlacing the front of your bodice with adept fingers while he leaves a trail of bites at every exposed skin. "While I wait by your chambers like a lovesick fool?"

"I never asked you too, you bumbling oaf."

He huffs a laugh, ripping down the front of your dress as you shriek, eyes meeting your own with a dark glint, before his hot mouth envelops your pert nipple. You keen.

"I am still a-angry with you," you sigh, running your fingers through his silver locks. When your body adjusts, seeking to pleasure the warmth between your thighs, he moves lower as if he can read your mind, read your wants, and when you make a roll of your hips right against his tenting manhood, his groan vibrates against your breast to your ribcages.

"I understand." He leans back on his hunches, smile sweet, before he shuffles around and underneath your dress, past your small clothes, and takes a slow swipe of his finger against your warm, wet folds. Your hips buck, a gasp leaving your throat, and he breathlessly laughs.

"Your beloved honey bee would like to taste the nectar between your thighs that you have so graciously held against me for so long."

You groan, suppressing a shiver as he holds your thighs steady with his own laughter. "The urge to kick you is strong, my husband. Enough to risk the Lord Hand's ire. And your mother's."

He groans, stilling in the midst of pushing your skirts up, he pops his head back toward you. "Please, owner my beating heart. The fire to my dragon. The lemon cake to my tea—

"— that one is your least creative one so far —"

"— Let us not speak of my mother, gods forbid, my grandsire, while I am between your legs. For the good of the realm."

"The good of the realm?" You scoff. Then yelp as he bites your thigh, soothing it with a lap of his tongue.

"Yes, my sweet, the good of the realm." He pops back to you, hair askew, eyes devilish, as he grins. "It is common knowledge that heirs are for the good of the realm. And I cannot bring you pleasure if you keep mentioning people I'd rather not imagine while doing so. And your pleasure, from what your grandmother had told me from our many afternoon teas, my sweetest, golden love, is important for my heirs."

Your giggles turn breathless when he disappears beneath your skirts once more. "I surrender then... apple of my tarts."

The sound of his giggles underneath your skirts soon grow muted against the sound of your pleasure. The thing about Aegon, is that pleasure is meant to be savoured. So as he slowly tears through your own clothes while he makes you reach your peak once, twice, thrice— your skin drenched in sweat, rose blush bloomed your face and neck, arms weakened and thighs unable to hold steady — you turn to your husband, the haze of your orgasm clouding any rational thought as you beheld him, still fully clothed with your juices on his face, a proud smirk twisted on his lips.

"Are you okay, beloved?" He rests a hand on your face and you nuzzle against him. "Shall I call for a bath now?"

"Later," you pronounce breathlessly. "If you do not find yourself inside me in the next second, I shall curse you for evermore."

He laughs, giving you a languid kiss before he steps back and strips.

He does not make a show of it, as harried and hard for you (no catching of his pleasure against the bed could ever compare to thrusting inside of you), and you watch his weeping cock with an unbashed hunger of your own, as he pumps it a few times, eyes staring at your visage as you widen your legs, holding your thighs to give him a sweet view.

He groans. "What Silken Street whore could be compared to my wife so willing? What lady would be enough?"

"I swear to the Seven, if you do not end your blasted soliloquy—"

His laughter rings, body covering your own before he slides in your warm, wet cunny. Blasphemy spills his tongue as a softened sigh leaves you. Though he is not lengthy, his girth stretches, thrilling the nerves up to your throat. The ease is given by your wetness, but he is slow, making sure you felt every ridge and vein until you cry softly at your abused pearl rubbing against his body.

"I will not last," he half spits, jaw clenched. "I will have to- I'm sorry but—"

"Do it," you whisper, locking your ankles on his ass as much strength as your legs can allow. "Pound me into the matress."

"Fuck," is the last thing he says before he follows your orders, each hit against your cervix building your own peak. "Pretty wife, darling pearl, the sexiest— fucking—" spills and spits between groans and cries, chasing his high brings your own.

"A-aeg, I—"

He kisses your mouth, effectively shutting you up as he slides a hand between your sweaty bodies, finding your pearl and circling hard. As soon as you're cumming to the high heavens, tightening and twitching, a garbled scream out of your throat— he slams once, twice, as his own high entangles your own, a punctuated moan breaking out of his throat.

His seed spurts, floods, before his cock turns flaccid inside you, and you feel warm and full underneath him.

He presses his forehead against your collarbone. "Maybe we should fight more oft, nectar of my obsession."

"Sure," you say. "I will spend more time with Aemond then."

He punctures a groan as you giggle.

[peterparkersnose]

Throne

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: smut, sugar daddy themes (not au), undefined relationship, dominance, teasing, aegon can be such a fucking asshole, guilt tripping, neck play, angst, public pleasuring, punishments (yay), dirty talk, fem!receiving oral, fingering, begging, delayed orgasm, blood play, degradation, aftercare, aegon's ownership of reader

a/n ok ok ok i actually really enjoyed writing this smut. so much. i just love me a good dominant man that does what he wants (within reason ofc we love consent here)

summary Y/N is taught a lesson by Aegon

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“What is it?” she asked, bursting into the throne room angrily. No bows, no titles, just anger.

Aegon smirked at her devilishly, watching her approach him with such an angsty tone.

“I cannot just simply ask for you to pay me a visit?” he asks, unfolding his legs from the childish position on the Iron Throne and straightening his back.

“I don’t like being torn from my studies just because you wish to see me.”

He laughs out loud, almost mockingly. “A ‘Hello your Majesty’ and perhaps a bow would have done.” Aegon scoffed, staring her body up and down like she was a new shiny toy. He noticed the dress she was wearing; the one he had commissioned for her after she was such a good girl after their previous endeavors together. She earned it- she deserved it. 

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Aegon said, rubbing his legs until he got to his knees and finally stood.

“Have you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and walking closer to him.

“It’s rude to deny your king of what he wishes. I called upon you nearly an hour ago.” Aegon declares as he skips down the stairs, meeting her halfway and softly grabbing her wrists. He was just as an impatient man as he was a gruesome King. He holds her at arm’s length, looking her up and down once again with hungry eyes. 

“And you are what I currently desire.”

She catches her breath as she stares at him. “You called me out of my studies… for this?”

She stares at him, her heart pounding against her ribcage. The room feels suffocating as if the tension between them has thickened the air. Her initial confusion morphs into a wave of disappointment and frustration, evident in the deep furrow that forms between her brows.

Her disgust was off-putting to him. With a menacing glare, so different from the adoring one he had for her moments ago, he pulled her close and brought his fingers to her chin, and forced her to stare into his gaze. His face contorts, momentarily betraying a flicker of vulnerability, as her disgust pierces through his facial facade. In response, his expression transforms, and his previously adoring gaze is replaced by a cold stare that bores into her soul. “I can do what I want, when I want. I am the King. Do you understand?” 

The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air, a chilling reminder of his position of authority. 

She does not reply, her lips tightly sealed as she gazes into his tired eyes. It looks like he hasn’t slept in days. In fact, it was clear that he hasn't slept in days. The exhaustion seeps into every fiber of his appearance, affecting his posture, his movements, and even the cadence of his voice. His shoulders sag, burdened by the weight of ruling the Seven Kingdoms, and perhaps watching over her every movement. She wasn’t obedient enough yet for his liking, evident by her previous actions of the day. 

“Do you understand?” he asks once again, this time with more anger backing up his tone. Aegon was not one to be denied, especially when he felt such ownership over her. His grasp on her wrists became tighter as his breath now drew on her ears. “You act like you don’t deserve this dress. I had it made for you. Act like you deserve it, love.” 

“I’m sorry…” she whispered, closing her eyes as his words flew through her. She let out a shuttered breath. 

Aegon smirked at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. It was a kind smirk to most, but she could recognize the evil behind his mask. “Not good enough,” he groaned. 

“Perhaps you shouldn’t wear it anymore. You are misbehaving, hm? What happens to disobedient girls? Do they get to keep all the presents they were so gracefully gifted?”

Aegon’s hand moved to her neck, softly squeezing it. It didn’t harm her, if anything it would be seen as comforting. But she knew, she knew how Aegon worked. His hand traveled from her neck to her collarbone, touching the stone necklace that rested on her chest. “So pretty,” he whispered, fingering the stone. As he got bored of that, his hand traveled to her neckline. Right between her cleavage, he dipped his fingers under her hem, feeling the top of her breasts. 

She looked beyond him and to the Iron Throne, feeling the oh, so familiar guilt mixed with pleasure wave crash upon her once again. 

Aegon’s fingers moved from her chest, following the hem of the neckline of the dress up to her sleeve, and pushed her left sleeve down exposing her shoulder. “What shall your punishment be?” he asks her, bending over slightly to kiss her shoulder ever so softly. His hand moved to her cheek now, cupping it and forcing her to look at him once again. 

“Punishment? What for?” she asked. He couldn’t tell if she was toying with him or being serious. He let out a cruel little laugh. “For being late to my summoning and disobedient to your King.” he scoffed, stating his words like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“You treat me as such even though I treat you so kindly. Do you know how many coins this dress cost the crown?” he asked, pulling down her other sleeve. She shook her head no.

“More than I pay any one of these useless studs in a year.” he said, looking around at the six guards that stood obediently in the throne room. They all looked the same and sat perfectly still, their only intention to protect this arrogant man and the crown. 

She quite adored the dress. Aegon really did well with this gift, it was spot on to what she wished for. Perhaps above her wildest dreams of what it could be, it most definitely exceeded her expectations from their… their strange agreement. The dress, in every aspect, seemed tailor-made for her. It was neck tied with a few buttons around the back of her neck and with a short sleeve. It was colored a deep gold and bronze. The colors seemed to breathe life into the fabric, casting a radiant glow that shimmered with every movement she made. The neckline plunged, showing off her assets quite nicely. It had beautiful traditional embroidery, one fit for a noble of quite high standings. The waistline, designed with precision and purpose, hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her frame with a subtle grace. A bust of gold adorned the ensemble, meeting at her navel and drawing attention to her slender waist, creating a beautiful pattern that enhanced her natural beauty. It was floor length and seemed fit for a Queen. 

“You will behave. Even if I have to teach you a lesson. It’ll do you better than any of those stupid Septas teaching you how to be a Lady.” he whispered to her, now grabbing her hand at her side and entwining his fingers with hers. It was a surprisingly kind gesture, one she didn’t expect from him. 

He led her to stand in front of the Iron Throne, her back to the chair and he stood a step below her. It felt almost wrong, as he was the King and she was just a noble Lady. She looked at him with a confused face, unsure of what he was doing. Aegon had a terrible grin displayed as he looked her up and down once more. Aegon placed his hand on her stomach, pushing her back into the throne. 

“Aegon what are you…”

He shushed her quickly and harshly. 

“You will obey. Do you hear me?”

She nodded. He got down on his knees, reaching out one of his hands for her to place her hand in. He graciously accepted her hand, kissing it slowly, giving each finger its deserved attention. She was flushed, embarrassed at what the guards must have been viewing at that moment.

Little did she know, that was the easiest part of this she would have to endure in terms of embarrassment. 

“Did I ever tell you how pretty your hands are? So gorgeous.” he kissed her palm. “Especially when they are around my cock. That’s my favorite, seeing your pretty little fingers work for me.” 

Her eyes widened as he said these words. A red tint came to her cheeks, but that only made Aegon want more of a reaction from her. 

Aegon dropped her hand, now placing his hands on both of her thighs over her dress. “I want no complaints from your lips. Do you understand?”

She was hesitant to answer him again. Furrowing his brows, he was angered by her rebellion. He grabbed down on her thighs harder now, his thumb trailing dangerously close to her core. His eyes met hers once again, waiting for a response. 

“Mhm,” she whined out, feeling the pressure building between her thighs. 

“Good girl.”

With a sudden movement, his hands left her thighs over her dress. Aegon lifted her legs to his shoulders, each leg resting on each shoulder. He moved his hands to cradle her lower back, pulling her closer to his face. She squirmed, as she did not expect this move from him at all. She didn’t have time to complain. His hands delved under her skirt, pulling at her undergarments and swiping a finger over her bundle of nerves. 

He laughed at her reaction, watching her squirm under his touch was one of his favorite sights. 

“Hold your pretty present for me.” he ordered, speaking sweetly with a hint of cruelty as he bunched up her skirt, holding the expensive fabric in his hands for her to grasp. She listened. 

“B-but Aegon, the guards.” she protested. He looked at her and rolled his eyes, smirking and staring at her with a look that she was the most idiotic woman in the world. “Fuck the guards, my love. Perhaps they’ll enjoy the pretty little noises you’ll make for me. Stroke their own cocks to the memory of your wails after their shift.”

She gasped at his words in shock. Her gasp was followed up with another one, but a pleasurable one. Without warning, Aegon delved his face between her thighs and began lapping eagerly at her cunt. There was no warning, just an over sense of his tongue on her. 

Y/N let out a guttural groan, her hands moving straight to his hair. She pulled ever so lightly, her head resting against the back of the throne as he worked his magic. “But if anyone… if anyone were to see.” she says between breaths, now looking down at his blonde head between her thighs. He stopped momentarily and looked up at her. He licked his lips, as her juices dripped off his chin. 

“Then they will see that I am very obviously busy.”

He returned to his place between her thighs, but this time brought a finger to her and inserted it. 

“Aegon!” she cried out as he did, pushing herself forward and more eagerly into his grasp. She could feel his chuckle on her cunt as he stopped momentarily. He kissed her and continued his multitasking of eating her out and fingering her. His nose sat perfectly within her. It was almost as if his nose was made just for her cunt. 

He works for a while more, he could feel her pulsating around his fingers. This only drove him more mad, as if he was drunk off of her. He inserted another finger, revealing another groan from her that went straight to his cock. He pumped in her faster by the second, he was sure she was going to cum any minute now. “Are you close?”

She nodded eagerly. A smile came to his lips. “Do you want to cum?” he asked, his wrist beginning to hurt with the angle he was pumping his fingers in and out of her. Oh, how he would suffer for her pleasure. 

“Use your words,” he says sharply. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I-I…” she could barely form a sentence. “Tell me,” he ordered her. “Beg for it,”

Her hips rolled against his touch as she cried out for him. “P-please, let me cum.” she whispered out, with all her might she had left. 

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you, dear.” Aegon teased her cruelly, her words weren’t enough to satisfy his needs. “Say my name like I’m yours, like you fucking mean it.”

“Aegon,” she breathed out, trying her best to keep her eyes open. “Louder,” he demanded. “Say it like you mean it.”

“Aegon!” she blurted out, loud enough for anyone down the hallway to hear her voice. “Just like that, yes.” he praised her, brushing his free hand up her thigh. His touch sent chills down her spine, a foreshadowing of what was about to come. He could feel her heat rising, her climax was definitely near. He kissed her thigh, looking up at her pretty face as she moaned, her head bowed back and her left hand in his locks. This is exactly how he wanted her; this was what she deserved. A fitting punishment for a brat such as herself. 

“Yes, you can do it. Come on my fingers, pretty girl.” he says, moving his fingers to her clit and circling it just as he knew she enjoyed it. She tried to speak his name, but she couldn’t process the syllables to do so. She had used the last remnants of her voice moaning his name only seconds ago as he had requested. Only a strange mutter mixed with a moan came from her. “Oh yes, just like that.” he says, adding now a third finger temporarily, stretching her out. Aegon was pleased by her lack of words. She nods as he does so, with her hands moving from being entwined in his hair to absolutely anything around her. 

Usually, when they were in bed, she would grasp the sheets when she became close. It was something to ground her, making her feel stable in her weak state as she would cum. Now as she was surrounded by swords, there wasn’t much to hold on to. But that thought didn’t occur to her, as she was too obsessed with the orgasm that currently racked through her body. She let out a cry as she stupidly grasped a sword, slicing her finger as she came.

Aegon didn’t notice this at first, all he could do was watch her cunt clamp down on his fingers. He smirked evilly as he kissed her slit once more, then grabbed the bunched-up dress from her waist and made her modest once again. 

She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm, but her eyes were on her now sliced finger. “Fuck,” she whispered. That caught Aegon’s attention. He now stood in front of her, ready to scold her for her language, but then saw her wound. 

“You stupid woman.” he scoffed, grabbing her wrist. He inspected the cut. “How could you be so dumb? Grabbing the Iron Throne?” he asked, looking at her with a certain look of disdain. 

“I suppose you want me to fix it.” he groaned, looking into her eyes. A sense of embarrassment has filled her, more than already had. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. 

“Good. You’ve learned your lesson.” he smiles with dead eyes, his power trip coming to its height as he praised her. 

He takes her finger into his mouth, licking off the blood. Y/N groaned as he did, as his tongue swiped the cut roughly. Aegon enjoyed watching her in pain, swirling his tongue on her cut as he did with her clit just minutes ago. 

After the wound was empty of blood, he swallowed hard. So obviously, letting her know that her blood now rested in his throat. As a way to let her know that he truly does own her. 

“Do you want a bandage? I would hate for that to get infected.” 

He lets go of her hand.

She inspected her now-cleaned cut, but more blood seemed to seep through. Y/N knew all too well that it wouldn’t be that easy with Aegon.

“Do you want one?” he asks her. She nods. He comes close to her once again, grabbing her chin like he did before, and looked into her eyes, their faces only inches apart. “Use your words, love.” he says quietly but dominantly. 

“Yes.”

“Yes what?” he asks, raising her chin slightly.

“Yes, please.”

“Good girl.” he purred once again. Aegon snapped his fingers at the nearest guard, and within seconds a bandage is delivered to him, along with some sanitizing liquid in a vile. The guard returns to his place. Y/N struggled to look the man in the eyes, knowing all six guards heard her moments before. 

He carefully took her hand, treating it with such grace. “Such a shame to see your pretty fingers hurt. Be more careful next time, dear. I don’t like my things to be broken.”

Aegon took some of the sanitizer and placed it on her cut. It made her pull back her hand slightly as she seethed at the pain. “You could have warned me,” she hissed. Aegon rolled his eyes. “Watch your tongue, girl. I am doing you a favor.”

He closed the vile and placed it in his pocket, and began to unwrap the bandage. “Is it too tight?” he asked her, looking up at her with kind eyes. She knew that his care wouldn’t last long, so she enjoyed it while she could. “No, my King. Just right.” she replied. He smiled as she used his proper title, the feeling of love he had for her returning momentarily. Aegon tied off her bandage, lifting her wrist and kissing her finger. 

"There we go," he says proudly, looking from her hand and back to her. Aegon was in awe of what was his. She looked absolutely gorgeous in her post-orgasm state. He huffed proudly.

“All better.”

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Nameday: The Theatre

Pairing: Aegon II x plussize!fem!reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 6k

Summary: It is your nameday, and Aegon has planned a special day for you both. The next stop on your trip is the Hill Theatre, where a special play is being performed. Unfortunately for you, the theatre hosts some unexpected guests: your mothers. 

Tags: None for this part, really. Aegon still being unapologetically in love and obsessed with you. Perhaps some nervousness/anxiety/self-conscious issues?

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Previous chapter: Nameday: The Picnic 

Next Chapter: Nameday: Madam Rosetta’s

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He’d not lied about having a day planned for you both. When you arrived back in the Dragonpit, you thought you’d return to the Red Keep You truthfully had no desire to run back in a hurry. It felt nice being away from court and the rats lurking about. Though, you knew your parents and sisters must be expecting you soon. They’d arrived in King’s Landing early yesterday morning, and you’d spent plenty of time with them since then. It would not hurt to be out of their company for a bit longer. 

Walking out of the Dragonpit, arm-in-arm with Aegon, you saw the carriage awaiting you down the steps. Outside it on his horse sat Ser Erryck, no doubt told to follow Aegon and you for safety. You didn’t know if you liked being followed so closely. Not because you dislike Ser Erryk, but because people talk. People say things without thinking beforehand or it slips out in conversation. Kingsguard knights are meant to keep their king’s secrets, but how true are those vows to stay when it comes to scandals such as this? 

“I trust you had a good flight, Your Grace,” the knight said as you both approached him. 

“Yes, a very good one,” Aegon smiled, far too amused by the question. “The Princess truly enjoyed herself. Did you not, love?”

“I did,” you nodded, doing your best to maintain a certain formal distance. 

Aegon was having none of it. He kissed your cheek, then opened the carriage door. 

Bringing you into his arms, Aegon pressed you to the opposite corner of the carriage, half laying you down against the cushions as he kissed you. You relished in the warmth of his petal lips. After weeks of not having him, you clung to every bit he gave to you. You could not bring yourself to feel shame or embarrassment; your pride refused to let you. In his arms, you are not an ugly, fat creature undeserving of love. You are worthy and truly loved and worshiped. Aegon’s hands groped at your stomach, sliding between the folds of your torso and hips to grab your bottom. You chuckled as he gripped what he could grab, massaging the supple cheeks despite his hand barely covering them. 

“Was the cliff not enough?” you asked him, as he kissed the tops of your breasts on the neckline. 

“Not nearly,” he muffled, capturing your lips once more. “I want this,” he said, emphasizing the phrase by squeezing your ass, “I haven’t stopped thinking about it since the last time.” 

You dared to look away in shyness. Aegon only entered through there once, both of you drunk and blinded by lustful passion. It’d hurt for a moment or two, but he’d been gentle and careful throughout. It felt ten times better when he touched your clit at the same time. The mere thought of the act itself aroused you. Yet, he has not asked again until today. 

“Perhaps later, love,” you said when he broke away from you. “We should pace ourselves.” You glanced out the window to see you leaving The Hill of Rhaenys and turning into the street. However, you realized the carriage did not go towards The Keep. “Where are we going?”

“My favorite place in the entire city,” he said, pecking your lips. 

“The Street of Silk?” you teased. 

“No, my other favorite place,” he laughed, pulling you to his side and kissing you once more. “Mummer’s Alley.”

“Mummer’s Alley?” you raised an eyebrow in question. “I’ve never heard of it.”

“It’s exactly as it sounds,” he told you. “All the best performers work there. It is left at the Hill of Rhaenys, and runs down to Hill Square. I think you’ll like it there. The Hill Theatre is there.”

“There’s a theatre? In King’s Landing?”

“It is a small one, but I assure you their plays are marvelous. You’ll really enjoy them,” he then smiled, “I commissioned their playwright to write something new. They're performing it today.” 

“I cannot wait,” you grinned. 

His efforts for today touched you. Nobody ever went to such lengths to make you happy. Your family did when you’d been younger, but as time went on the celebrations became meager and short. You pulled him back to you and kissed him deeply. Perhaps you’ll let him take you from behind. You enjoyed spoiling him as much as he enjoyed spoiling you. The two of you continued chatting and kissing as the crowds outside became louder. The sounds of singers strumming their instruments wavered over busy, bustling crowds. When the carriage stopped, Aegon peeked outside the window. 

“Good, they haven’t started yet.”

You heard a herald’s voice from somewhere in the distance as Aegon helped you out of the carriage. In front of you stood a wooden, circular building at the end of the cobbled street. Above the tall doors someone painted a long dragon with red, blue, and white scales. A flood of people herded through the main entrance while a short, portly man stood on a crate right by the door. 

“-Today’s performance is for one day, and one day only! The newest play by our beloved playwright, Moondrop! The Tragedy of Raelor and Maelis! A romance of the most tragic kind! Come, come, my friends and neighbors, and see a love to rival the Old King and his Good Queen! Plot, treason, and passion is to be had! Floor admission is only a copper! Come, come, and enjoy!”

“Moondrop? Who is that?” you asked, wrapping your arm around Aegon’s as you stepped forward. 

“A very popular playwright,” he answered. “They’re an absolute genius, a true wordsmith. My mother’s very fond of their works. She requests them and their troupe for every celebratory event.” He glanced over at you, “You’ll love it.”

He walked by a hunched man holding a wooden box with copper and gold coins. The moment he saw Aegon, he bowed his head. 

“My King,” he said in a quavering voice. “We’re honored to have you and Princess Y/N with us today.”

“Balcony seats?”

“Five dragons.”

Aegon reached into his coin purse and dropped the amount into the box. The collector bowed his head, then gestured for them to enter. The herald then spoke again:

“Make way for King Aegon of House Targaryen, Second of His Name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm! Make way!” 

The crowd parted and dropped their heads, letting you and Aegon pass to the balcony seats above. Dozens stood on the ground floor, a variety of people watching the stage and waiting. You noted other nobles amongst the audience on the higher levels, though did you best to not get their attention. Of course, with Aegon’s presence being announced, all eyes flitted towards you. You noticed two ladies from court recognize you, and begin whispering. Another lord eyed you both closely, huffing and turning away when you caught him looking. Could you find no escape from them? 

Aegon led you to a box on the left side of the stage, two cushioned chairs and a small table waiting for you. On the wooden stage, the theater group painted the set like a castle banquet hall. Finely detailed, you already imagined the sort of show you’d both see. Aegon paid a small boy for two cups of ale, one of which he passed to you. You declined the drink, not wanting a fuzzy head from the wine already in your system. Gazing around at the balcony crowd, your entire body froze in panic. You reached for Aegon’s wrist when he moved to drink his ale. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“Our mothers are here.”

There they sat in a private box across from yours. Two body guards stood a few feet back, with their ladies-in-waiting behind them. You gasped when you spotted your sisters in the next box over, talking with each other as they waited. You wanted to run and hide. You prayed neither of them ever noticed you, but the gods do not favor the unfaithful. Queen Alicent scanned the crowd, smiling softly with excitement while talking with your mother. You never knew Alicent to leave The Keep; your mother certainly stuck to the castle back home. They preferred seamstresses, tailors, shoemakers, jewelers and performers coming to them instead of them going out. Their sudden appearance in this public place made your nerves cluster in your stomach. All the food and wine you'd drunk threatened to come up again. Ladies of court are one thing; your mothers are another. 

“Maybe we should go,” you suggested. “We can, um, see this-”

“-We are not going,” he said firmly, taking your hand in his. “I will not let them ruin your special day. This is about you and I. Not them. Not those stuffy ladies and lords at court. Please, dearest of loves, leave them behind and enjoy the play.” He pecked your lips, and pushed a cup of ale towards you. 

You considered Queen Alicent and your mother will be so engrossed in the play that they’ll never see either of you. Yet, your wandering eyes alerted your mother who then locked eyes with you. You tensed in your seat. She must be so appalled by this gross display by you and Aegon. Being together like this only confirms the rumors and suspicions surrounding you. Your mother looked between you and Aegon, then scrunched her nose at you. You winced, gripping the sides of your seat and nodded slowly. She bit her bottom lip, and you gulped. Her fiery eyes told you she’d never expected this of you. She nudged Alicent, who then looked at you. Alicent gazed at you in surprise. Her eyes shifted around to the people around the room, and raised her eyebrows. You grimaced, shrugged, and nodded to Aegon. The queen pursed her lips, then sighed, shoulders dropping. She turned to your mother, and you saw them both exchanging words. You could not tell what they were saying, but it certainly involved you and the King. Finally, both women turned to you. Aegon was the king. Who was going to tell him what he could and could not do? Alicent nodded gently in understanding right as music began playing from behind the stage. 

Your mother may have compassion, but not at this moment. You cowered underneath her hard stare. She kept her eyes on you even as the audience cheered. You chewed on your lower lip, begging for forgiveness from her. You shifted your eyes to Aegon and  shrugged. Soon enough, the coldness melted and your mother huffed. Putting her hand to her mouth, she blew you a kiss and smiled softly. This eased your anxieties, but not by much. 

In the next box, you saw four pairs of eyes staring right at you. Your sisters, slender beauties with thick black hair, turned to one another in disbelief, then back to you. Cassandra, the eldest, pointed between you and Aegon until you confirmed it. Maris, the second eldest, stifled back a laugh and looked away. Ellyn and Floris, the youngest daughters, made kissing faces at you. The embarrassment made you turn your head. 

“Aegon-”

“-Ignore them, sweetness,” he said, kissing your hand and rubbing it for you. This made your sisters squeal over the music, and your cheeks burned. “I wish for you to enjoy yourself today.”

The show started with a petite boy in a jester’s costume of red and black, back flipping his way onto the stage and dropping in the front center. The applause rang throughout the room, only ceasing when the boy held up his hands. 

“Two houses!” the jester called out, his high voice going throughout the room, “Both alike in pride, in fair King’s Landing, where we lay our scene. From ancient blood flows into new unity, where bastards become lords and conquerors become kings. From forth the loins of these two subjects, a pair of star-crossed lovers find one another. The passionate path of their unyielding love through the continuance of a raging war, to which but the kinslayer’s end, may never come to root. ‘Tis now the two-hours traffic of our stage,” he bent forward, whispering loudly to the audience, “The which, you with patient ears attend, what here you shall miss, our toils might strive to mend!” 

“A tragedy?” You told Aegon, surprised. “I would’ve thought you’d commission a comedy.” 

“You always favor the tragedies,” he explained, leaning to your ear, “So I went to the playwright who writes the best ones. Thankfully, Moondrop’s muse inspires him greatly. I don’t blame him, though. My own muse makes me want to write dozens of songs about her love and beauty.”  

“Why don’t you?”

“Being King takes up a lot of my time these days,” he said. “Now, pay attention.”

Out of the right side of the stage came two men dressed in yellow and black cloaks, the stag of House Baratheon on their chests. “Thaddeus, on my word we shall see this through! We will not let them humiliate us or our lady!”

“No, for then we shall be fools!”

“Prince Daemar marries the daughter of our liege lord! We will not let the dragons ruin our day!”

As the scene rolled on, you realized exactly what was happening. It was your wedding day. Well, it was Lady Maelis’s wedding day. According to the two men, she was marrying the “one-eyed dragon” and meeting his family, whom they hoped did not make a fool of her. During a wedding feast, young Lady Maelis comes upon King Raelor, whom she’d never met before. They’re immediately charmed with one another. 

“-Did my heart love until now? I swear it at first sight,” the handsome silver-haired youth speaks softly in amazement, “For I have never seen true beauty ‘till this night.”

Raelor follows Maelis around the stage through a floor of dancers, the both of them catching each other’s eyes. Lady Maelis is dancing with her new husband, Prince Daemar, who repeatedly moves her away when Raelor reaches them. He was a lanky man in a silver wig, wearing a large fake nose, and an eye patch; nobody doubted who he was meant to be.  When Raelor manages to steal Maelis away to the front left corner of the stage, he speaks to her with a sly smile. 

“If I dare say to you in this crowded place,” he said to her, cupping her chin, “I am ready to commit the ultimate sin for a tender kiss.”

You smiled to yourself, leaning on the railing to watch them closely. Aegon approached you in a similar way on your wedding night. He’d cornered you, flirtatious eyes gazing over your face, and told you that he'd slay a dozen men for a simple kiss. You’d denied him, of course. But, in the play version, Lady Maelis flirted back, coyly replying to his request. With a bit more talking and dodging Lady Maelis’s annoyed husband, they suddenly kiss on the other side of the stage. It’s passionate, soft and makes the women in the audience swoon. 

“I wanted to kiss you that night,”  Aegon confessed in your ear. "From the moment I first saw you, it was all I wanted."

"I believe you planned on more than kissing me," you said, mocking pensiveness, "I believe your exact words were, 'If you ever want to know what it is to be truly satisfied, all you need to do is ask.’” You snickered, recalling the moment vividly in your mind. 

“And you eventually did,” he remarked, moving closer into your ear. “I’d gladly do it for you again, and again, and again-”

“-Hush.”

The scene changed to one of Lady Maelis on a balcony, overlooking a garden, and speaking to herself. She laments having fallen for The King whilst being married to his brother, and how she wishes Raelor and Daemar switched roles. Raelor, who speaks a monologue about the situation, hides in the bushes to watch her. He loves his brother, but his heart aches to be with Maelis. He knows his brother will not fully give his heart to-

“-One so deserving of love,” said the handsome king. “Oh that she knew she was! I would spend countless days and nights reminding her of that love. Ah, look how she rests her cheek upon her hand. If only I were that hand, so I may touch her cheek. Sweet Lady,” he reveals himself from the bushes, and Maelis jumps startled, “Shall you have me sneaking about my own keep like a common sneak thief? If so, I will gladly steal through the night to be at your side for a mere minute.” 

It was a romance scene. Raelor proclaims his love, and Maelis is hesitant but her affections for him are clear. You thoroughly enjoyed the first half. But, the audience ate up every word. They gasped loudly when Daemar slapped Maelis across the face at her refusal to bed him. The crowd booed and jeered when it’s implied he assaulted her, and him being generally cruel towards her in front of company. They hooted when Raelor and Maelis finally gave into their feelings, the scene romantic and passionate, with both of them vowing to love each other in life and in death. But, that was not the part of the play that shocked you or the crowd the most. 

Daemar and Raelor talked strategy in a war room, standing on opposite sides of the table. When King Raelor leaves, Prince Daemar reveals his true intentions. He plans to win the war for his brother, only to kill him and take his rightful place as King. The crowd hissed at him, but he gave them a malicious grin. The Aemond you’d known would never betray his brother, regardless of what transpires between them. Prince Daemar, however, schemes and lies to his brother, who is seen as a man of the smallfolk and speaks on their behalf. You slowly realized what was happening. 

"This Moondrop character is quite bold," you said to Aegon during an intermission. "To depict a prince in such a bad light."

"I suppose they did it to gain sympathy for the two lovers," he put his hand on your knee assuringly. "Nobody would root for them if Prince Daemar treated Lady Maelis properly." He scooted his chair closer to you, "They might see King Raelor as the villain for taking another man's wife." 

"But-”

“-Your Grace, what a surprise to see you here.” Cassandra and your sisters appeared beside you both. She stood in the forefront, hands clasped in front of her and a knowing smirk on her face. “None of us ever took you for an art lover.”

“I’m actually a staunch patron of the arts,” Aegon replied, standing to meet them. “Something your sister knows well. If you’ll excuse me, I must fetch more ale and speak with my mother.” He kissed the top of your head, then walked by them. 

The moment he left, your sister converged on you. They surrounded you closely, sitting around you now that the man left. 

“The rumors are true, then?” Cassandra asked in surprise. “You and the King?”

You gazed at each of them, seeing their intrigued faces, and said, “Yes. It is true.”

They gasped together, and shared a glance before Cassandra said, “When? Where? Why? Did Mother and Father put you up to it? Did he force himself on you?”

“No, no, no. It was nothing like that.”

You told them the short version of the story. Maris glared when you recounted Aemond’s letters, and cursed him for his deceit. She declared if he’d found you so repulsive, he should’ve married one of them. Floris asked if you would be marrying Aegon now, but Ellyn cut across you to tell her you’re still married to Aemond. Cassandra claimed he could always annul their marriage; your father would never refuse a marriage to The King. 

“Does he treat you well?” Maris asked you, her clever eyes serious and reading you. “If he has not, good sister, I will show him what happens to men who hurt our dearest Y/N.”

You smiled at her fierceness, “He treats me very well. He took me riding on Sunfyre, and we had this beautiful picnic by the sea.” They all awed at this, and you continued, “And he’s had this play commissioned for my nameday. The King is truly wonderful to me. He’s cared for me during my time here in the capital; he and I became quite close since, well, that night.” You then asked the question that haunted you, “Did Mother say anything to you?”

“I will not lie,” Cassandra answered. “She was very displeased. I couldn’t hear the whole conversation, but I overheard her telling The Queen that she will put a stop to you two.”

“What did The Queen say?”

“She says that The King will do as he pleases regardless of what anyone says.”

“I think she sees how The King feels about you,” Maris added. “I know I did. I saw how he kept glancing at you when you weren’t looking.”

“How…How does he look at me?”

Maris shrugged, “Like he’s in love with you. How else is he supposed to look at you?”

“Ugh, you’re so unromantic, Maris,” Floris rolled her eyes. “Sister, when King Aegon is next to you, he feels he is exactly where he is meant to be. Standing beside you must give him so much comfort and security in such uncertain and dangerous times. You have always been the sweetest of us all, and I think he’s seen that in you. Everyone believes him to be this drunken fool, but with you, he sees he can be something more than that.” 

“Floris the Poet,” Mavis teased, rolling her eyes. 

“I believe he truly loves you, Y/N,” she continued. “I remember seeing you with Prince Aemond, and he does not look at you how The King does.”

“Whoever this mistress is,” Maris glared, “I hope she was worth it. What he’s doing is bringing shame upon both our houses. I cannot believe the gall of him. If he were here, I’d-”

“-Peace, Maris,” Cassandra stopped her, “We’re all upset by this. But, that is not what is important.” She turned to you, “What’s important is how Father is going to feel about this.”

“Oh, Seven Hells, not father.”

“He’ll demand an annulment,” Ellyn said. “Ooh, maybe then you’ll get to come home!”

“If not, he’ll send all our men to march upon Harrenhal and he’ll duel Prince Aemond to the death for his daughter’s honor,” Maris responded. 

“Excuse me, ladies,” Aegon returned with a cup of ale in his hand. “But, I believe the play is resuming now.” 

The four sisters groaned in disappointment, and each kissed cheek before leaving your side. Knowing Cassandra and Maris, they’ll find a way to loosen your tongue more. Certainly, your mother will have words; your father is not a man of words, so you worry what his actions might be. Aegon sat beside you again, sipping from his ale and seeing your anxious expression. 

“I spoke with my mother,” he told you, putting the pint down. 

“Really?” you exhaled, “And what say she?”

“That I should be ashamed of myself for flaunting my affair with my brother’s wife in public,” he listed. “She said it brings shame upon myself, her, and you. She told me The High Septon will catch wind of this soon, and it may cause strife between House Targaryen and The Faith. Then she hissed something about Aemond, but I’d lost interest by that point.”

“Aegon,” you turned to him, imploringly, “She is right-”

“-I know she is, and I also do not care. This is not the first time I’ve disappointed every single person around me, or made my mother hate me more than she already does-”

“-Your mother does not hate you, Aegon-”

“-Then pray tell, my sweetling, tell me why my mother said I was no son of hers? That no son of hers would ever do something like this? Aemond is guilty of the exact same sin; he is the one who initiated it, but it is me she chooses to chastise. Why, if not for the fact that she’s always favored him over me?” he snapped, anger flaring in his eyes. “I realized on the last night we spent together that it doesn’t matter whether people know or not. I will always disappoint and disgust everyone around me-”

“-Aegon, that is not true-”

“-And with your kind heart, you lie to soothe me,” He cupped your cheek and held your hand. His violet eyes met yours, staring right into them as he said, “Y/N, never in my life have I met a woman I have desired more than you.”

“Aegon-”

“-Let me finish, woman, I am your King,” he said firmly. “I have never met anyone like you. You and I…I feel as if The Gods purposefully crossed our paths at this moment for a reason. You have come into my life at a time where so many things are unsure. You have come to me when I was in need of reprieve from the darkness that surrounds me. With you, my love, I can escape the suffocating weight this crown I wear has on me. With you, there are no responsibilities or difficult decisions or fear. There’s only you and me.” He kissed your lips, taking all the air out of you when he pulled away.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, the words slipping from you before you realized you’d said them. Your eyes opened wide, and you froze. 

Aegon studied your face, searching for a sign of falseness. The purple in his eyes was far darker than his brother’s, and usually glinted with amusement. This time they did not flicker with humor or gaze at you lustfully. They observed and examined you. You thought you may cry. You hadn’t meant to say it. They’d come out of you naturally. You both often said you ‘adored’ each other, but that is different from love. So very different. This affair went farther than either of you expected; it ran deeper than any other love either of you felt before now. Now, you worried you’d ruined it. You did not think you could be with anyone else but him. 

Then, a soft smile crept on his face until his perfect, straight teeth flashed at you. He rubbed your cheek and whispered, “I love you as well, my princess,” he said. 

“Truthfully?” 

“Truthfully.”

“Not for only my…my body?”

“I love you for so much more than that. It does not matter to me; it never does. It is your beautiful, gentle heart that I love.” He pecked your lips, “I hope you feel the same.”

“I do,” you breathed in relief. “It is only with you that my worries leave me. I take great comfort in your presence and embrace. When I am with you,” you turned your hand over to hold his properly, “I feel I can be who I am. I do not have this need to impress or this anxiousness to keep you happy. I know I can do that by being myself.” You push hair from his face, “I love you, Aegon.”

Music from the stage interrupted Aegon’s next words, and they died in his throat. He gave you one more kiss, ale tinging the taste of his lips, then sat back. Yet, you held onto his hand throughout. You spotted your mother across the theatre, and knew she’d seen you. She did not appear as appalled or upset. In her eyes, you saw clarity. You did not know what that meant. You did not want to know. 

In the second half, Raelor is sitting in a room with his mother, Queen Alyssa, who is depicted as being gracious and kind. Seeing her green and emerald dress, long auburn curls pinned back, the crowd knew who she represented. Raelor mentions sending his brother to war since Daemar is a fierce war commander. Queen Alyssa seems to believe differently. Everyone watched as she confronted her son about his relationship with Maelis. He admits to the affair, and proudly proclaims his love for her. He then confesses that he wishes to send his brother to war so he may have Lady Maelis to himself. Queen Alyssa is shocked beyond belief when Raelor hopes his brother dies in battle, and accuses him of kinslaying. 

“-Is it kinslaying to pray for the safety of my beloved? Because then I shall pray, dear Mother. I shall go forth to the Great Sept, kneel upon the altar, and pray to The Stranger that my brother will fall.” He turns to the audience, and speaks again. “For should my brother be slain, Lady Maelis shall be safe from his cruel hands. If my brother falls, my sweet Maelis will know peace and be protected within my arms.”  

You looked to Aegon, who finished his ale without noticing you. Had he truly done that or is this fiction drummed up by Moondrop? You decided not to question it further, and watched the rest of the play. A long-limbed man dressed in a dark cloak and a skull mask comes to Prince Daemar on a battlefield. He stands there ghostly and menacing as he watches the man fight foes left and right. The Prince is eventually cut down, but not killed. When his men take him to a maester, The Stranger stands over his bed as he rests. 

"Take the bloody bastard!" A man in the crowd shouted through the silence.

"Kill the Kinslayer!"

"Kill the traitor!"

But, he is not killed. He is brought back to health, which angers the crowd. 

"Hush now, my children," The Stranger hisses over their displeasure. "Do not fret. I come for all in their own time."

You learn what he meant later. When The Prince returns home, he discovers Maelis’s unfaithfulness, and harshly berates her. He then sends an assassin to kill his brother. The moment said assassin appears from behind a curtain a scene later, Raelor bravely fights him off, and demands to know who has sent him. The answer sends him into a rage, and he runs off to duel his brother. 

"I have taken your wife, dear brother," he taunted, sword at the injured Prince's throat. Blood smeared on his shirt implied he'd been fatally wounded as well. Gasping and clenching his jaw, he growls, "And now, I shall take your life!"

The audience gasps at Daemar’s death. Raelor, injured and weak, stumbled away from the dead prince, clutching his bleeding wound and falling to the floor. He chokes up blood, which sprays across the wooden floors, and cries for his beloved. Lady Maelis, horrified and screaming, comes to his side and pleads for mercy from the gods. The couple exchange words of love, making the audience weep and sob. When Raelor dies, Lady Maelis gives a long speech about the cruelty of fate and love; that her life meant nothing before Raelor came to her. She says if she could not have him in life, then she shall have him in death. She grabs a dagger from his belt, and stabs herself in the chest. Tears sting your eyes watching the young woman slowly die beside her true love. Your heart ached for her. You understood her pain all too well. Then, The Stranger came forward and addressed the people. 

"As I told you before, dear children," he said, "I come for you all." 

He swept away in his long black robes, and the play ended to a slow melody. Despite your sobbing, you clapped along with the audience. The actors all came back on stage, bowing for the applause. Moondrop walked through the curtains, and everyone cheered louder. Dressing in men's attire, you still noted their feminine features. They bowed low and thanked the people for coming. 

"And our company wishes to thank our gracious patron!" Moondrop said, "The great King Aegon, a man of the people and lover of our art!"

Aegon raised his empty cup to acknowledge the applause. You then saw something peculiar. Moondrop, giving one more bow, turned to Queen Alicent. She’d stood up from her seat, smiling brightly and applauding the playwright. Pride shone through her eyes as she tossed a wreath of white flowers, leaves, and feathers to Moondrop, who caught it in time. A Queen’s favor. Moondrop blew her a kiss, which she pretended to catch. You turned to Aegon, who’d noticed the exchange but instead continued clapping. 

The people then began leaving the theater, the ground floor slowly becoming emptier. 

"Did you enjoy the play, love?" He asked you, smiling softly. You tasted and smelled the ale on his breath, and knew he'd drunk more than he intended. 

"I did," you nodded, wiping your wet cheeks. "It was beautiful."

"You're beautiful, sweet princess," he slurred. “The most beautiful woman in this room. Have I…Have I told you that today?” 

You giggled at his lopsided grin. "I believe it is time we went back to the castle," you stated, standing up from your seat. "You've drunk too much."

"No, not yet," he said, standing with you. "I haven't shown you the square. It's-It's lovely."

"You can show me another time, Aegon."

"No, now. Quick, before my mother catches us.” 

He grabbed your hand and led you down from the balcony seating. People bowed their heads, clearing a path for both King and Princess. Many of them stared at you. The women wiped their eyes and whispered words of reassurance and understanding. Even if the female lead had a different name, the people identified her as you from her wide hips and belly. They believed you to be a damsel in distress who is in a forbidden romance. It made them sympathize with you. Aegon brought you outside, and turned away from the carriage to the street. 

“Y/N! Where are you going?!” Ellyn and Floris came out of the theatre, the rest of the party following them. 

“I’m taking a walk with The King,” you called back. “Do not wait for me.”

“But Mother wishes to have tea,” Floris said. “You must come.”

“I will be there soon.”

Your mother stopped beside her, hand on her shoulder. “Y/N, do not stray too far, my love,” she replied. “The city is dangerous.”

“I will be cautious, Mother.”

Venturing farther from them, you came upon Mummer’s Alley. Passing vendors selling their wares, children running barefoot through the dirty streets, and several pot shops, brothels and businesses, you found a large market square. Like many other places in King’s Landing, it hummed with life. One man with white stained fingers offered you a mermaid statue carved from marble, which he’d clearly made himself. You admired the pieces before Aegon tugged you along. On a long stretch of street, several painters showcased their works right next to jewelers who bartered with customers. 

“Care to examine my newest set, Princess?” a gangly man with coal-black hair asked you, showing you a long emerald necklace. “Emeralds inlaid into real gold,” he claimed, “It’d look lovely around your neck.” 

“Oh my,” you marveled at it, “This is beautiful work. Did you make this yourself?”

“Aye, this and every piece you see before you,” he said, gesturing to the jewelry in front of you. 

You bought the necklace. You could not deny the craftsmanship was incredible. 

A distinct buzz hung in the air. This congregation of artists mesmerized you. Aegon moved about drunkenly, but that hardly bothered you. You soaked in everything. From the drummer sitting on a stool, banging an upside-down pot to an up tempo beat to the woman selling oils, creams, and perfumes she crafted herself. You’d never been anywhere like it. Music and laughter blossomed in every corner. You did not leave The Keep that often, since you're often warned how dangerous and violent the city can be. But, with Aegon beside you, you didn't feel scared at all.

"Is this where you go when you're in the city?" You asked, watching a man balance chairs on one hand. "This place?"

"Usually," he said, slowly sobering up during the walk. "It does cross into The Street of Silk." Aegon glanced over at you with a smirk, "Which is definitely where I go when I'm not here." 

You bypassed a singer perched on a high window ledge, strumming a lyre and crooning an upbeat song. Seeing the amount of people crowded below him, you guessed he might be popular. “Who is that?” 

"Ah, that's Flynn Lightfingers,” Aegon said. “He's the most talented bard in the city, possibly in all of Westeros. I've never heard anyone sing like him. Come, I'll show you."

He tugged you along until you came into earshot of the singer. A lithe youth with sand blond hair, Flynn Lightfingers lived up to his reputation. With deft fingers strumming the lyre, his melodic voice was gentle on the ears. The song was about a young man from Maidenpool, where he claims to have bedded all the maidens. It was raunchy and full of humor, which made a nice relief after a tragic play. He captivated and interacted with his audience. Finishing his song with a flourish, you clapped for him with the rest of the group. People tossed him coins, him catching every one in a small purse which is when he noticed Aegon. 

"Your Grace!" He gave a toothy grin, "How pleased I am to see you! Care to hear my newest tune?"

"Not today, Lightfingers," he shook his head. "I'm showing Princess Y/N around the square. She's very fond of the arts, and has never seen this side of the city before."

"Ah, in that case, I welcome you to Hill Square, Princess," he gave a bow of his head. 

"Thank you. You sing beautifully," you replied. 

"That's generous of you to say, Princess, I appreciate it."

"Are you performing anywhere else this evening?" Aegon asked him curiously. 

"Not anywhere special, my king."

"Then will you perform at the princess’s nameday feast tonight? She’d love to hear your voice in the hall, and I’d certainly gain favor with her if you came.” 

"Of course!" He perked up, "It will be a grand honor to sing for you and your guests, Your Grace." 

"Come to the Red Keep at sun down," said Aegon, taking your arm in his again. "I will make sure you're paid handsomely, Lightfingers."

The young man elated by the news promised a song befitting a daughter of House Baratheon. You listened to one more song before Aegon led you back into the square. You watched a fire breather perform dazzling tricks with his flames. You bought a small prancing stag made of yellow wax, and a crimson scarf from a woman who’d sewn it by hand. A woman claiming to be a seer told you that the Gods spoke to her and whispered that you'd be showered with riches. The last one did not dazzle you as much. You had riches. You wanted something more than that. 

You wanted Aegon.

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A/N: nothing like a little Shakespearian-esque play to cause suspicion, right? Notice Moondrop and Alicent? I might have a side story featuring them ;) I may post it when this series is done, since I’ve yet to post anything Alicent centric. 

[arcielee]

Wait So Long

Summary: You are trying to surprise your boyfriend and it does not work out like you had planned. Pairing: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader   Word Count: 2279 Warnings: Implied sexy times, but this is purely fluff. Author’s Note: Here is another part of my series-that-isn’t-really-a-series. This is a collaboration piece I did with the darling, talented @f4ll-for-you ♥ Her work is amazing and I cannot thank her enough for her help with this piece! And a shoutout to my amazing beta reader @foxee-d-or.  Taglist (my Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aspen-carter @aemondx @fan-goddess​ @babygirlyofthevale​ @randomdragonfires​

“Yeah, I know, Cree, but I keep telling you and Jace that I fucking suck at this game,” you heard Aegon whine into his headset, animated with his hands and wielding the controller as an emphasis to his words. “And, yet, I still play with you all, only to be verbally abused by you cunts-” his eyes rolled over and he saw you. 

One of the many things you cherished about your relationship with this man was his ability to read you like a book, to such a degree he seemed more aware of the emotion you were feeling before it registered with yourself. Aegon moved in a fluid motion, beginning with the words, “Hey, I’ve got to go right now,” before he tore off and abandoned both the headset and controller on the couch; he pushed from his seat and moved towards you, his brow furrowed with concern.

Then you felt it, the tears that spilled from the corners of your eyes and bunching your lashes together. You did not know when it started, perhaps the frustration that had been building since you first took on this contract role, something you have been adamant about six weeks prior.

In the beginning, you saw his hesitation, but you coaxed him into believing it was a good idea, and in theory it had been. You promised him this job would allow you to polish your portfolio and you promised to quit that customer service role you currently worked. You explained your excitement to finally do something with your damn degree and how you could use the extra money to upgrade your equipment.

“I can buy you new equipment, though,” he had argued and you vehemently refused, continuing on about your independence, how this was your career, your passion.

And he listened to your every word, watching you in a way that was so uniquely him and you loved him for it: the slight tilt of his head, how his lips pursed together when he was not quite yet convinced, how his lavender eyes moved back and forth with your presentation. 

“Only four weeks?” was all he had asked when you were done. You swore yes. 

Now you were on to your seventh week, dealing with a client who was unhappy with everything you presented, with their ceaseless revisions that kept prolonging the contract; yes, the pay was nice, but you were unsure if it was worth your sanity.  

In truth, you did want to utilize your degree and this opportunity would allow you to be rid of the customer service role you had since uni, to finally transition to remote work life. You also had an ulterior motive: a gift for Aegon. 

He had always spoiled you and you loved him for it, but you were also frustrated that any gift you managed seemed to pale in comparison. “Babe,” he laughed the one time you tried to bring it up to him, “I’m a fucking trust fund baby. Just allow me to pay it forward, since you have already done so much for me as it is!”

This only made you all the more determined to contribute, as meager as your income seemed prior to this contract, but Aegon never breathed a word of complaint, other than he hated you being away from the apartment you shared. 

It was the selling point. “If I take this, I will quit that job,” your tone honeyed and your eyes doleful. “This way I can work at home and be with you.” 

But also, you desperately wanted to buy him a dog. 

The idea came from his friends, Jace and Cregan, when you had a moment alone to press them for an anniversary gift for Aegon. They hemmed over their words and finally Jace mentioned getting him a dog and Cregan nodded enthusiastically. 

“He sends us clips all the time,” he continued. “Specifically a golden retriever.” 

You squealed your excitement at the possibility to outshine your boyfriend gift wise. “This is perfect! There is no way he can top that!”

They had exchanged looks, but said nothing. 

Fate presented itself with a text from Cregan, letting you know his half-sister’s dog was pregnant from a dog park mishap, which also happened to be the same dog that began Aegon’s fixation on them. You texted Sara immediately and she offered your pick of the litter, letting you know her dog was about five weeks along. 

It felt like everything was falling into place: the contract job would finish a week after, you could take Aegon to choose his pup, then go to Cregan and Jace’s apartment to collect the pet paraphernalia you had been hoarding there. 

There was a moment when Cregan stopped by to grab the royal purple collar and leash, that Aegon happened to return home sooner than you planned. 

Your relationship had a rocky beginning, but through his rehabilitation came an unwavering trust between you both. You considered yourself lucky to have Aegon as your boyfriend in that regard; there was no hint of jealousy when he found Cregan at the apartment, but his confusion was apparent when he saw him holding the leash and collar. 

“I was showing her the collar,” his friend stammered. “I bought it for this…girl I am dating-uh, fucking,” Cregan had a white knuckled grip and you watched Aegon for his response.

“Uh,” he narrowed his eyes on him for a moment. “That’s good for you?” 

Cregan was quick to leave. 

Sara let you know the puppies had been born but that was four weeks ago and you were three weeks extended into this contract with the most unpleasable, nit-picking cunt clients. You wanted it to end; you had already sneaked away to pay the pet deposit and all that was left was to bring Aegon to be surprised by the litter, but instead you received your umpteenth email of revisions needed and it would damn you to another week of this never ending misery. 

At first, you felt confident when you accepted this contract; you always had a knack to gauge colors, pigmentation, and you were software savvy to pick up on whatever the client was using. The interview left you feeling like they would value your expertise, but instead the weeks whittled away at your self-confidence, having you second guess your every attempt to begin this damnable career. 

You thought to quit it all and just accept being spoiled by Aegon. 

“Hey, pretty,” you heard Aegon coo and it returned your attention to the kitchen. He was rounding the counter and moving towards your spot; you worked here because the lighting was what you wanted and you appreciated how it overlooked the living room, where the curtains were drawn and allowed whatever sunshine was available to pour in. 

Aegon would crash onto the couch when he knew you were at the end of your workday and you liked looking up from your laptop screen, exchanging glances with him. 

“What’s going on?”

His arm wrapped around your shoulder and you allowed your head to fall to his chest; silent sobs of your budding frustration wracked your body. You felt him tuck you under his chin, wrapping both arms around you, with the whisper of, “Come on, sweet girl, I know you need to cry, but remember to breathe…” 

The tears eventually subsided and he pulled you from the counter, bringing you back to the couch. He pulled you into his lap and held onto you still, while he hummed one of the many songs he seemed to have on repeat in his mind; his singing, his musical talent was a newer habit he discovered during his rehabilitation and was something you adored, along with his sobriety. 

When he finished his chorus, you pulled back from his chest and he reached to grab your chin, turning your head to meet with his eyes. 

“Quit the fucking contract,” he repeated, time and time again. “I will pay you whatever they will pay you and you can stay right here in my lap, but, you know, without the tears. Perhaps lingerie instead? It would be purely professional, of course.” 

Your laughter felt groggy from your tears and he moved his large, warm palm to wipe your face dry. “Aeg,” your voice cracked, but you could not help your smile. “I’m gross.” 

“Yes, you are,” he agreed with a smirk, wiping his hand dry on his jeans and moving to your other cheek. “Quit these cunts, they do not deserve you.” 

“But…” and you faltered for a moment, realizing it was best to come clean with your true intention with the job. “But I also wanted this because I have a surprise for you.” 

He groaned, falling back into the couch and pulling you against his chest. “How many times must I tell you that I already have everything I want,” and he wrapped his arms tight around your waist, nuzzling into your neck. “Must you make me repeat the cliches? That your presence in my life is present enough? That you, pretty girl, are my gift?”

You giggled and squirmed from his hold, the stubble on his jawline tickling your neck. You pulled back to look into his beautiful eyes and his wide cheesy grin on display. “I know, but I wanted to something more, give you something you really want-”

“I am dead serious about my contract opening,” he dead-panned. “About the pay and the underwear.”

You looked at him, his smile so contagious, and leaned forward to capture his lips with your own. His fingers combed through your hair, holding the back of your head; his lips felt warm and soft against your own, his beard growth tickling still. You giggled and he moved to rub his face against your neck again, goosebumps rippling over you.

“But what about a puppy?”

He stopped his movement and pulled back to take you in. “That was the gift?” The excitement bubbled in his voice, his eyes bright as they looked over you. “You were really going to get me a puppy?” 

You nodded, smiling from his reaction. “Sara’s dog had a litter and I already paid all the fees, I have been getting the supplies, then we would go and pick you out a new furry friend…” 

His hands cupped your face and he pressed a kiss to your hairline, then tilted your head back to find your lips again; you melted against his chest. “This is why you have been working this shit job?” He pulled away, his tone accusing. “I have been absolutely heartsore watching you slave away for these ungrateful swines who cannot tell the difference between azure or cerulean-”

“...you couldn’t either when we first started dating,” you remind him with a grin. 

He held up a finger. “True, but if I hired a brilliant graphic designer, I would listen to your expertise and learn.” You blush and he sighed, pulling you against his chest for another hug and it was your turn to sigh, loving how well you fit against him.  

There was a moment of silence and he continued. “A dog is a big responsibility and I would need your help,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your neck. “I am also not a fan of the stress they have been causing you, your anxiety has been in overdrive since this contract keeps being extended…” 

You sighed again and he shifted his legs, catching your chin to bring your eyes to meet with his own. “I know you want this for your career and I will support whatever you choose,” he began, his eyes wide and watchful, the hint of a smirk to his lips. “I feel I must repeat myself and let you know I will happily fund you to be my perfect girl.” 

You cannot help but roll your eyes, but giggled knowing that he would actually pay you to be a homebody, if it meant he got to be around you all the time. 

The evening was spent with your laptop off, your notifications muted, and cuddled up with Aegon while watching some TV show you had been binging together. There is comfort being curled up, a pleasant warmth shared that inevitably lulls Aegon to sleep and you listen to his soft snores. 

You were careful to pull away, creeping towards your laptop and reading the emails missed; not one included a thank you for your effort shown thus far, or any indication that your supposed contract would be over any time soon. Rubbing your eyes as if it would wipe away your frustration, you decided you had enough, that there were other jobs, other opportunities, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like this. 

After pressing send on your resignation email, you slammed your laptop shut and felt a mixture of relief and worry wash over you. The sound caused Aegon to stir, his sleepy eyes barely open. “Babe?” he sounded confused, almost delirious. 

“After careful consideration I have decided to accept your offer,” you joked, doing your best to mark the worry that brimmed beneath.

Aegon smiles, your words registering and waking him up. “Wonderful,” he breathed, pulling you in and sprinkling kisses over your face. “We start tomorrow with picking up our puppy,” and he giggled in a way that made your heart swell in your chest. “Then, we have to pick out a uniform…”

You giggled and grinned with how he suggestively wiggled his eyebrows, feeling a sense of relief washing over you and letting you know that you made the right decision; you could trust that, together, you would figure it out.

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Your Love is Sunlight

Aegon/Maid OC

At 10, Aegon develops a crush on Rosey, one of the castle servants. As they grow older, his childhood infatuation evolves into a genuine friendship. But could it turn into something more?

Childhood crush to friends to lovers

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it!!

Word count: 10k

Content warnings: mild sexual content (18+)

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Pillars of salt, pillars of sand: Chapter 12: The house that carries the dragon (Aegon x oc, aemond x oc)

CONCEPT: You were once a princess, now you are Aemond's prisoner. You are taken to King's Landing to bend the knee to Aegon

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships, as well as mentions of pregancy, abortion and childloss Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on

5k its not a small chapter and a looot happens

You weep and mourn your past life as well as your future, tears escaping your left and right eye one at the time.

Aegon grabs hold of your left hand, turning you to face the crowd, presenting you to his court. His smile is sincere and wonderful. You feel as the princess but not the one who got saved by a handsome prince. You are locked in the tower, instead. And your King is no fairytale prince, but a monster that hides behind a pretty mask. 

The King of the Seven kingdoms, and your husband slowly brings his face closer to yours, grabbing your chin gently so you won't dare to turn away from what comes now. Your legs tremble as you follow his lips, who become closer and closer to yours. He closes his bright eyes and plants a soft kiss on your lips. The crowd claps, approving of the marriage at long last.

You dreamt of having a romantic first kiss. You should have been more brave. Perhaps you should have just kissed a squire at Dragonstone, Coyln. He was always kind to you. He winked a lot, perhaps he was interested. Now your first kiss belongs to Aegon; a man who claimed thousands. It won't matter to him. Neither will your innocence. Neither will your misery. 

Even the royal family honors you both with applause. Otto’s smirk makes you want to take the pin of the Hand of the King and slice his throat open. Helaena smiles brightly, pretending very well. But you can see that is crying as well. And not of joy. 

Alicent scratches her head, uncomfortable and Aemond is just enjoying himself and your misery very much. He has a smirk on his lips, betraying he enjoys your misery very very much. 

Aegon speaks to the crowd as their King and ruler and you? You meekly rub your own arms and try to stop from crying. You should be proud and strong. Your mother was forced to marry her cousin. But your father Laenor was not a raper. Aegon is.  ‘’My good people!’’ Aegon's voice has stopped wavering and stopped being soft. He speaks as a king now, no longer whispering childish insults. He shouts. At full force now. ‘’To celebrate my marriage to the Princess, we hosted a banquet outside for you to enjoy. Delicious food from all over the Seven Kingdoms will be present, as well as plenty of wine to wash it all down.’’ He chuckles and some of his court men laugh along. ‘’Enjoy yourselves! The way I will enjoy myself during my wedding night.’’ You freeze, your blood burning in your skin.

Ser Tyland Lannister does not waste a moment. ‘’To king Aegon II!’’ He shouts, and not soon after everyone in court joins him, showing you that you have no friends nor allies here. 

‘’Hear hear!’’

The crowd is finally leaving the throne room, heading to the halls for the festivities. You remain at Aegon’s side, your hands clumsily folded over one another. 

Only members of the Royal family remain. Helaena is the first to congratulate you, despite being the farthest away. ‘’A wonderful wedding.’’ She tells you when taking your hands. She looks at your pulled nails and sighs and gives you a warm pat on your back.

Otto congratulates his king first. ‘’Good job, Aegon. You opening our gates to the peasants of King's Landing is a wise move. It will be appreciated.’’ You are unaware he was even planning to let the peasants enjoy your wedding meal. His court? It was obvious. But the peasants? The lowborns? That would be clever, and you hate yourself for admiring Aegon for it. It will be a great publicity stunt. And a really good one. Love goes through the stomach, after all.

Not everyone can appreciate how clever Aegon has become.

‘’Unless those peasants loot our castle and kill us all.’’ Aemond remarks. Otto pays him no mind. You study Aemond carefully and everything about his stance, his hands on his back and his dismissive glare tells you enough. He is just a little jealous brat who got upset that his brother outshines him once more. The throne was always Aegon’s, as was the crown. But clever plots, plans, winning schemes and lies? That was Aemond’s. Perhaps it was all he ever had and found pride in. 

You are aware this is a declaration of war, in his eyes.

You are ignored, however. You think back on what the maid told you. No one will speak to you from here on. Does it even include your tormentors? You feel sick. Aegon proudly smiles, thankful for the compliment and for once he is not the disappointment.  ‘’I am thankful Rhaenyra and Daemon stayed away. I still have nightmares of that old bitch coming through the floors of the pit.’’ He shudders dramatically and his mother smiles, adjusting his crown for him so it's not titled on his head.

Aegon sighs deeply but allows this. Helaena mutters something. ‘’The beast beneath the boards...The beasts in the skies..one beast falls. Yet four shall die.’’ You want to ask her what she means by that, as it does not make sense. Yet the Hand of the King has other plans. 

Otto sees your teary face and your increased trembling. ‘’You did good as well, Princess Maella. Your mother has not been known for her diplomacy as well as her manners. I expected a tantrum to say the least…’’ You nod, forcing yourself to laugh before briefly swaying on your feet, as it all becomes too much too fast. You end up on the stones, hitting your head and your back painfully.

The darkness has surrounded you and your legs finally gave out. ‘’Oh my.’’ A voice comment you recognize as Ser Criston’s. Your headache is so intense that you won’t prefer to see anything, but you have to see what your enemies are doing. So you force them open, despite how small your eyelids are opened.

‘’Fetch her a chair.’’ Alicent's voice is higher because of the worry in her voice. ‘’And fetch a maester.’’ You turn your head to Aemond out of habit. He had most to gain by poisoning you. Yet he seems shocked, surprised and worried. Until the scowl comes back, and the man is pushed behind the beast again. Your eyelids fall close.

Two arms lift you from the ground, dragging you over the floor and planting you on a seat that is not comfortable nor far. Your eyes weakly open and you stare at Aegon's worried face, his crown tilted on his head. He smiles cautiously when you open your eyes. You understand you are sitting…

On the Iron Throne.

‘’Aegon.’’ Aemond hisses. ‘’What in the name of the gods-’’ Aegon cared so little he placed you on the Iron Throne itself. His family is as mortified and horrified as you are, staring with big eyes, open mouths and utter shock and terror as if sitting that throne made you their rightful ruler.

Aegon, in all his humbleness or craziness, does not see the issue. ‘’It is no issue. She needed to sit. My throne was not being used. She can sit it for now.’’ He says, a bit annoyed by the dramatics of his family. If anyone saw this, if anyone knew this…

Good thing the guests have left.

Aemond's good eye twitches dangerously as his anger consumes him. He would never place a bastard on the Iron Throne. ‘’There are forty rows of benches!’’ He screams, losing his control, and indeed you stare at the wooden oak benches that were used for the ceremony.  You tremble slightly at his hard voice and Aegon protectively shields your body a tiny bit as an impulse and raises his eyebrows at his brother.

‘’I'd rather have you all get worked up about my wife nearly fainting. That is what I'm worried about. What did she eat? Drink? Any perfumes, dresses, sharp objects, injections, plants that touched her skin?'’ He thinks you are poisoned. How adorable. You are not poisoned. 

Alicent shakes her head, trying to create distance between you and the King at all costs. Your influence and Aegon’s reaction…It scares her. You were dragged in here as a prisoner. Now you are sitting in the highest seat in the realm. Alicent is terrified. ‘’The Princess's tasters have not reported to be sick.’’ She tells him to calm him down. Now your eyebrows raise. You have …tasters? Multiple? For…anything?

You blink. ‘’I have tasters?’’

Otto huffs, insulted that you would assume otherwise. ‘’Of course you do. We wouldn't want anyone to hurt you, your highness.’’ You suppose it would make their plans difficult if you were dead. They don’t want outsiders to hurt you. Otto approves of his grandsons torturing, raping and hitting you. He encourgares them to do so, you just know it.

‘’Nykeā syt ao naejot ossēnagon aōla gō aegon ēdan zȳhon kirimves rūsīr ao.’’ Aemond speaks in fluent Valyrian. You only growl by his cowardice. He uses this language to insult you so his mother won’t discipline him. Or for you to kill yourself before Aegon had his fun with you. That is what he said.

You attempt to rise, but Aegon pushes you back against the back of the throne, shaking his head. ‘’Let me.’’ He whispers. You give a hesitant soft nod.

Aegon turns to his brother, despite that Aemond is taller, Aegon is just as terrifying. Perhaps even more. You watch as the two dragons spit fire at one another, talking rapidly in the ancient language that belongs to your shared ancestors. ‘’Ao vestragon naejot forget nyke gūrēntan se ēngos hen uēpa hae sȳrī, valonqar.’’ (You seem to forget I learned the tongue of old as well, little brother.)  He is insulted.

Aemond’s Valyrian is more fluent but Aegon’s is more barbaric. It is less elegant when he speaks it, he spits out the words as blows, when Aemond rolls the words over his tongue speaking and pronouncing them perfectly with an impressive accent as well. Aemond is no fool, however. He understands he can’t upset his king. Not too much at least. ‘’Ao kostagon daor ivestragī nykeā līve sit bona dēmalion’’ (You cannot let a whore sit that throne) But reason never worked well with Aegon. You sigh. Not these vile accusations again. You are not a whore. 

If anyone is a whore, it is Prince Aemond and Aegon. Who else let themselves be used for dirty schemes as if they are puppets moving on a string? You would never allow your own mother to command you to marry a stranger, or a raper unless your family would be in peril. 

The two dragons continue to growl at one another, as Aegon leaves the Iron steps to the throne, walking past swords of fallen enemies of House Targaryen. You wonder if Aemond’s sword will soon be added to that pile. ‘’Nyke ūndegon daor līve. Ziry iksos vok.’’ (I see no whore. She is pure.) He is defending you. He believes you. 

Aemond chuckles as you glare, comfiring to him that you are untouched. He does not believe it once more. ‘’Yet pōnta call issa se laesdaor mēre. (Yet they call me the blind one.) ‘’I am your loyal subject, your faithful servant and your own blood, my King. You must handle the Dragon Princess with a firm hand, not a soft glove. You will see in time it is all for the better.’’ He is discussing abusing you. He is suggesting to his king that you must be beaten and slapped into obedience. You gulp.

Your voice rings out before you can stop the words. They are breakable and soft. ‘’Are you mad?’’ You ask, when rising from the throne. Your body sways but you balance yourself easily, coming closer to the two Targaryens. 

The king of the Seven Kingdoms takes your legs in and your trembling hands. ‘’Sit down, my wife. Prince Aemond merely makes a suggestion, one I will certainly consider.’’ Ordering you is not enough. He has to escort you, to force you to sit back on the Throne and to lay a hand on your left leg so you will remain.

You find it ridiculous how much Aemond is getting away with. He should be punished, if anything.‘’Is it him who shall speak upon marriage matters? He is not even married yet! He knows nothing about marriages and politics. He is a spoiled little boy who stole a dragon…’’Your voice is cut off sharply when Aegon leans in closer to your face, anger written in his eyes.

‘’Enough, Maella. That is an order from your king.’’  You glare, yet you are frightened to speak another bad word. Aemond smugly smiles, happy with your silence and the new tears that burn hard in your eyes.

Aemond moves closer taunting you. 

‘’I told you: You married a brat, instead of a Princess. You will do well to tame her. If the concept disgusts you, I would be more than happy to tame the Princess. Her brother obeyed perfectly once I took both his eyes.’’ He brags, as anger burns deep inside of you, threatening to ruin it all by hooking Aemond on his chin or slapping the light out of his other eye.

You expect Aegon to laugh, amused and to agree. Instead he barks at his brother as a feral dog, surprising everyone at court. He is a wildfire waiting to happen. Any moment he can unleash and burn everyone and everything arround him to the ground.  ‘’You have tormented her enough, Aemond. You have brought shame upon our house by how you treated your own blood. Maella was a prisoner under your care. You will lay your hands on her again, when I am cold in my grave. Is that understood?’’ Now it is your time to smugly smirk and to lean back on the throne, pleased.

‘’As crystal, your grace. Please, forgive me. I was …I didn’t think…’’ Aemond’s voice cuts off, and you see that the bastard is tearing up in front of your brother, and his family members. Aegon is shocked, and his hard glare softens as if looking at an adorable lion pup that will scratch open his throat in a mere moment. You do not buy his crocodile tears. Of course you don’t. But Aegon wants to believe it, so he does.

Aemond continues his performance when you sigh, unimpressed and annoyed.

‘’You grew up so fast these days. I will refrain from improper comments on the Princess. She will be treated as I would treat my own sister, your Grace.’’ He promises the king.

Which pleases Aegon greatly.

‘’That is all I want, Aemond. Come, let us get something to drink. Maella can rest.’’

‘’What is next? Shall we allow peasants to sit the throne for 2 silvers-’’ Before Aemond is done joking, Aegon has punched him in his face. Ser Criston reacts very quickly, separating the two before one can kill the other. 

Aemond understands this is a warning sign of not crossing the king any further. ‘’Maella will sit the throne until she is well enough to stand. She is my wife.’’ He growls. ‘’You are all insane for taking that damn Iron thing so seriously! I will decide who sits it, and who won’t. Maella is my consort, but she won’t ever be my equel. I will rule and I will rule alone.’’ He declares. You had no desire to rule. Or any desire for power. But Aegon will make a horrible king.

Finally, the Kinslayer has enough. ‘’Grandsire, tell him this is insanity!’’ He barks at Otto who nervously looks between the two dragons, unaware what they are saying to one another.

Otto does understand the importance of you, a bastard, sitting the throne. Of you, your mother’s daughter, sitting the throne. Of you, a woman, sitting the throne. It goes against everything the Greens believe in. ‘’It is unwise to have Maella sit the throne, your grace. You should not have done so.’’ 

Aegon’s short silver hairs briefly touch his neck when he throws his head in his neck with a sigh. ‘’No one but us is here to see it. What are you all even moaning about?’’ He is so unserious. How will he even win a war?

‘’Now, fetch me the damn maester so he can tell me what happened to my wife.’’ He warns Alicent and Criston. ’Your King orders you to do so.’’ He adds when Otto opens his mouth to protest. Aegon walks back to you, and for a moment you hold your breath. He peacefully hums to himself, inspecting your features and touching your face gently, with the back of his hand. 

Alicent attempts to leave as well. Aegon turns around, for one final moment. ‘’Wait. Ser Cole. Escort my mother. Ser Dayen, you can keep a close eye on my sister and our children. Please bring them somewhere safe.’’ He orders the guards. Cole does not trust you at all. Alicent is escorted, as well as Helaena with her three children. Otto goes with her. As does Alicent.

‘’Who will attend to your safety, your grace? I won't let you be here with her alone.’’ The Dornish bastard speaks, as if he is off to die on a loyal mission defending the true ruler.

The one-eyed prince is the one who surprises you the most, still with his red cheeks from the beating he speaks. ‘’I will be here." He announces. ‘’I will guard my brother, with my sword and life if need be.’’ You don’t speak but you don’t have to. The uncertainty is written across your face. 

You find it all a tad dramatic. You are not poisoned. You are just you. You have had these occurrences a lot. ‘’I don't like the idea of leaving both of you with her either.’’ The King’s guard glares in your direction as if it is supposed to scare you. 

And it is utterly foolish that he even thinks that you will attack Aemond or Aegon. They have swords. You do not. You become outraged. And your tongue slips. ‘’My, aren’t I quite the woman, that I can outwit two grown men with swords and combat training? Or were you just as bad as a teacher as you are a lover, Ser Criston?’’ You deal a blow to him, bigger than any hammer or deeper than any dagger. 

First he is shocked you dare to say it. Alicent, your mother and him made an agreement that no one would ever know. Even Aemond and Aegon are nailed to the ground. Aemond looks hurt that his father figure slept with that whore. He is disgusted, enraged and betrayed. Aegon? Aegon is amused, delighted, perhaps he is even admiring Cole for his guts.

‘’A lover? Did you took my sister as your lover?’’ Ser Criston refuses to answer Aegon.

‘’Craven.’’ You speak, your voice cold as metal and emotionless. You are good at making your voice toneless. ‘’My mother is not the only one who is a whore. Ser Criston soiled his cloak, his only prized possession to fuck my mother in her bedchambers as a thief who snuck in. He assaulted her virtue.’’ You speak. ‘’He should be hanged.’’

Criston finally defends himself, but very poorly.

‘’It was no assault, your mother took my helmet and begged-’’ You get terrible images in your head that no daughter wants about her own mother.

You do sense a in. ‘’Oh, yes. Is that what you want to say? That you could not defend yourself against a little girl? Ser Criston, just leave. You make yourself seem more and more ridiculous with every useless breath you take.’’ You chuckle, as the silence grows. And the worst part for Cole….

The worst part…

Neither Aemond or Aegon call him back. They are hurt, betrayed and angry. ‘’I don’t take orders from you. Only from the Prince and the King.’’ Cole eyes the two as a lost puppy that found his mother.

You become impatient. You already know what is ailing you, you know it. So, you need to scare Criston away. And you have just the thing for that. Aemond does not even look him in the eye anymore. ‘’You can go, Ser Criston. I will defend my brother from now on.’’

The kingsguard leaves, shocked and shattered. You call him back.

‘’Wait. Ser Criston.’’ 

He stops, hopeful. You crush that hope within mere moments. 

‘’Do me a favour. I am in the mood for some oranges. A little birdy told me you know where they go.’’ 

One time, your mother was having an affair with Criston. While she valued him greatly, he was not her love of her life. He was a good friend, and it hurt her badly when she lost him. He wanted her to leave the crown, all of it to go somewhere else. On a ship full of oranges. So, whenever Daemon and your mother felt as being intimate your mother would joke she needed new oranges.

That she told you about this scandalous mistake hurts him deeply. It shames him deeply that you bring it up in front of Aegon and Aemond who clearly mean a lot to him. Monsters seek monsters, gods seek gods. Criston takes his leave, as Aemond stands in front of the throne, shielding his brother and taking out his sword. 

You feel weak and vulnerable and yet you sit in the most powerful seat in the realm. This throne does not mean anything. It wields no power. It is as useless or powerful as one makes it. Aegon leans in closer to you. ‘’You scared me.’’ He whispers, ignoring Cole, his brother, all of it. This man confuses you greatly. One moment he is ready to kill, ready to smile, ready to fuck..it all changes so quickly in that funny head of his.

You do not want him to fetch the maesters. Not after the grand maester was so keen on touching and inspecting you, the old creep. ‘’I don't want to see the maester.’’ You whisper back.

Aegon sighs, but nods, talking to you as if you are a little helpless girl. 

‘’You must. You are sick.’’ He says, as a loyal husband would. ‘’You must see someone, this is not healthy.’’

You chuckle. ‘’It is nothing, I promise. I have these occurrences often.’’ They are normal to you. It depends how stressed you are, how many people attend and how much noise there is, but usually it happens around every 3 weeks once.

His eyes mirrors a soul full of worry.

'’’How often?’’

You sigh. Perhaps another agreement can be made.

‘’I will tell you; but please don't let that old fuck touch me.’’ Carefully, very carefully his lips curl into a smile when he chuckles amused by you insulting that old fuck. He touches your fingers, intertwinging a few with his own.

His voice is soft when he whispers back to you. ‘’We have an agreement.’’

You try to describe it. It is very difficult. It describes the unknown or hell. You do not know because you have never been.  ‘’It…It comes from within. It is not that I don't enjoy balls or feasts. I love being there with my family. I love dancing, even. I enjoy the food…’’ In all accounts, you should enjoy balls and feasts. Not dread them.

‘’But?’’

You like that he cares. He genuinely seems to care about your ‘’illness’’. ‘’After being there for a while, I notice changes. I notice that the conversations become loud as if they are all shouting. The conversations blur together. My blood turns cold, my back shivers and I have a headache.’’ You relive it, partly. ’My body tells me to flee. But my duties tell me I can't. Often, I seek peace and comfort at balconies or in the gardens. The fresh air helps me greatly.’’ It does. It helps clear your mind and grant you peace.

‘’What did your own maester at Dragonstone say?’’ He asks, curious. 

You remember his explanation briefly.

‘’They are aware of it. It is not deadly nor is it a disease. It can't be cured.’’ 

‘’Maybe they haven't searched hard enough.’’ The determination in his voice shocks and surprises you, yet it intrigues you. 

You don’t like the idea of a cure. You were born as you were born. ‘’Perhaps…Perhaps I don't want a cure. It will take away the bad parts but what else will it take away? I don’t want anyone deciding who I am. I made that choice myself. ’’ Aegon has leaned in even closer, a fascinated smile on his lips as he studies you closely. He has sparkles in his eyes, enjoying your tales. He sees what you see. You see a mirror.

You notice you blush as well, enjoying the company of your uncle too much for this moment. This moment is nice. Of course you enjoy his kindness and his care. But you don’t matter to him. Not really. You must shield your heart before it shatters. ‘’I'm rambling. I'm sorry you should go attend your duties.’’ 

Aegon huffs, leaning much closer and caresses your cheeks. You are conflicted. Part of you enjoys this, but another part knows he is your enemy, he is married, he has children, this affective side might be a lie and it certainly won’t last. ‘’I am attending to my duties. I am taking care of my lady wife….’’ Aegon closes his eyes again and goes in for another kiss. You understand that Aegon holds the power. And if you wish to hold some as well, it is best to get on his good side. 

Or perhaps, you find him a little too handsome, a little too sly, a little too curious and a little too wild. He is a dangerous mix of wine and herbs you keep taking. You close your eyes as well, sitting up so you may reach his lips. Aegon’s eyes open, carefully and he smiles brightly as you softly lean in ready to kiss him on his lips. Both your eyes close, and you feel his warm hands caress your face as you slightly and hesitantly reach closer and closer….

Until someone startles you.

Someone coughs.

‘’Ahum!’’ Aemond’s cough stops  the kiss, the romantic sphere and the thoughts you should not have. You quickly sit back in the chair and you notice Aegon’s smile has turned into a disappointed frown. Aemond smugly smiles at you, pleased to have interrupted this moment. At the same moment the maester and Alicent return.

‘’Ah, princess. You were not well?’’ The Maester asks, excited. You feel your stomach turn. 

Aegon is annoyed as well, but perhaps he is more upset the moment got interrupted. 

‘’It has been solved, Grand Maester. Return to your rooms. They were mere jitters. Any bride has them.’’ They were more than that, but you let Aegon speak. This is the better version.

Aemond seeths his steel sword as you finally stand up from the throne. Aegon offers you his hand, yet you raise on your own. He smiles as if admiring you and allows you to go first before following you down to where his family is waiting. ‘’We will talk about it tonight. Are you well enough to attend our wedding feast?’’ He asks, dragging you with him. You stumble behind his tall legs and follow him, a little confused as to where you could be going. ‘’We are going to eat first. Fucking takes engery. You don’t look like you have an appetite for anything healthy, so please, take whatever pleases your eye or stomach.’’ He presents the hall filled with tables of delicious snacks and dishes to you. 

You join Aegon, inspecting the buffet that was made in your honour, as you take in delicious and foreign foods, as well as local dishes.  ‘’Look, fresh Waffelstroops from the North.’’ Aegon whispers, pointing with one of his fingers to the table. And indeed, covered in syrup and freshly baked, there is your favourite food in the entire world. Wafflestroops.

You are confused to see them here. ‘’How did you know-’’ you laugh, interrupting yourself. He asked a servant. That is why.

Aegon walks you to the table. ‘’I do remember some things. When we visited the Starks with the entire family, you were so keen on the Waffelstroops. Your hands were sticky as was your dress but you did not care. I believe you ate twenty on one day-’’ You can’t help but laugh at that memory, shocked that he seemed to remember anything about you but being a brat.

‘’Sixteen.’’ You correct him. ‘’There were only sixteen. Lord Stark had to fetch his Maester, and mother told me I would not eat waffles for another year.’’ You didn’t have any waffles, ever since. You were that sick, that you would not enjoy them anyway.

Aegon searches his pocket for coin before realising he does not need to pay the man making the waffles. ‘’One Waffelstroops for the princess, please and thank you.’’ He says very politely. The man nods and picks up a deliciously big waffle for you, dripping with syrup still warm.

‘’Thank you?’’You ask, confused.

Aegon hides his blush, shrugging.

‘’A small servitude. He did not have to share his wares with us.’’

There is that stupidity and innocence again. How can a man so rotten be so innocent and blind?  ‘’He had. Your mother and grandsire would have turned him into a waffel if he had not." You say dryly, biting of a good big part of your waffle. You are feeling genuinely happy for the first time since you married Aegon. He watches you, mostly. 

Aegon chuckles. ‘’May I, princess? There is some on your chin..." He gently brushes his fingers against your chin, removing the sticky syrup from your chin. You let him. You chuckle. From across the room, you notice two or rather one hateful eye glaring at the both of you. You notice your uncle watching. So, you move closer to the King and giggle. You never giggle. Now you do.

The sound annoys Aemond even more, as you well know.

‘’Eat as many as you like.’’ Aegon whispers to you when his grandsire is approaching. He puts your own hands and his hands on your belly and gives your hair a soft kiss. ‘’It will help our baby grow.’’ He whispers, causing you to nearly spit out the waffle you had picked up. You laugh, nervous and terrified. You are not hungry anymore. Aegon takes off, leaving you assuming you won’t be foolish enough to run.

Out, you need to get out. Away from Aegon, his insanity and this cursed castle. You can’t escape on your own however. But who could possibly help you? Servants won’t risk it and you can’t risk it that they will tell Aegon. You need someone who does not fear Aegon, someone who sees him as the idiot who he is for this match, for this arrangement. Someone as…….

You notice Aemond glaring from across the room, drinking his misery away as well. Your lips curl into a smile as you make your way over to him, ignoring all the other guests and attendees. You take a seat next to him and greet him as if you don’t hate one another. Aemond does not greet you, glaring as you rub your hands clean on your wedding dress. He is insulted. Perhaps you laid it on a bit too thick. ‘’Uncle, would you care to join me in the garden? We have much to discuss, you and I.’’ You tell him. You watch as his eye slightly widens in surprise before a pleased smirk grows on his lips. He carefully eyes the room and notices that Aegon is gone. As is Otto. He smiles, lazily coming from the couch before taking your hand and dragging you with him to the gardens. Your heart pounds fast and your legs shake. You hope Aemond will agree to this. And you hope that Otto keeps Aegon away long enough. Finally, Aemond sits down on a bench in the gardens, the same you were crying on earlier. ‘’Out with it, Lady Strong. I might get my hopes up if you won’t.’’

You smile, coyly. ‘’Its just we rarely seen one another.’’ He stares at you with bluntness and cruelty. ‘’You smell good as well....’’ You lean in closer to him.

Aemond chuckles, delighted yet he makes sure there is new distance between the two of you, as he takes your cup of wine from your hands, placing it on a nearby table. ‘’Gods, you really are a maiden, aren't you?’’ You must look so ridiculous. You really thought you were subtle. ‘’Do you have any idea how desperate you look? Anyone can see what you are plotting.’’ He chuckles. 

With a growl, you come closer, chasing after him. ‘’Alright, I'll be honest. Aegon cannot marry me if I am already wifed. Can he?’’ you ask, but you know the answer. The cup drops from Aemond’s hands, wine spilling over his clothing as he gawks at you, in a delightfully innocent and confused manner. He is shocked.

His lips tremble and for the first time the fearless boy is scared. ‘’You wish me to do what?’’ You rethink your plans one final time before asking your uncle for his permission. Civil war is coming one way or another.

‘’I wish you to get Vhagar. I wish you to take me with you, and I wish for you to bring me back to Dragonstone. Your brother will never give you an inch of power. But your sister might. Become a war hero, bring me home.’’ You take a deep breath. Aemond needs to be bought. You hope he still wants this. You hope he will accept this. ‘’And in return, I will become your wife instead, never shall I leave your side, never shall I reject your needs. You will be my lord and my husband. My king, if you wish it. You will have me in every way that you want…’’ Your words are interrupted as Aemond briefly exhales, and you can’t tell if he is annoyed or perhaps picturing his life with you. ‘’But please, for the love of the gods, for the sake of our shared House, for the sake of the House that carries the Dragon’s sigil: Bring me home.’’

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a/n thank you for reading:))

i appriciate it.

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[technicallywyverns]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: House of the Dragon (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aegon II Targaryen/Original Female Character(s), Additional Tags: Soft Aegon II Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen is Not a Rapist, Love how that's a tag, Aegon II Targaryen Redemption, Aegon II Targaryen Needs a Hug, Sub Aegon II Targaryen, Manwhore to Malewife, Hurt/Comfort, I Play With The Timeline, Mainly Because I Never Read The Book So I Don't Know When Shit Happens, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Enemies to Lovers, Sort Of, more like frenemies to lovers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Angst, Bad Parent Alicent Hightower, Eventual Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of A Song of Ice, Fire, Flowers, and Stars Summary:

The day Idalia Tyrell was born, her mother knew she was destined for greatness. Little did Lady Annora Tyrell know, Idalia would be thrust into the world of dragons and towers. House Tyrell is known for their flowers, a highborn family of wealth and beauty. But every rose has its thorn, and Idalia is as sharp as her namesake.

Shall she bloom in her match to Aegon II? Or wilt under the flames...

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Aegon Targaryen ii x niece!reader

If there is anyone Aegon has truly loved in his life, it is you. His niece. Rhaenyra's daughter. Aegon knew you two will be married the moment you were born. At the time he was very young to realize that it was a strategic move by his older step sister and father, but it doesn't mean that his feelings for you have been anything but genuine. Even Alicent knew that if there is anyone who can keep him in the right path, it's you.

Aegon often compares you to a beautiful snowy day. Your hair silver and shining as the snow when the lazy sun rays brush against them. Your presence warm like the fire. Your smile bringing comfort to him always.

You were close to Aegon when you were growing up, or at least you thought you were made to be close with him. To always have his trust and love. Unlike Aegon, you always knew the reason why you two were arranged to be married, and it has always made you feel that whatever you feel for Aegon is not real, it's all part of the grand scheme. Even if you let yourself feel and enjoy him and his presence momentarily, your mother would always remind you of your purpose.

But Aegon was not completely blind. He can see how his beloved niece is always conflicted. He can see how you are stopping yourself from listening to your heart. But he hopes one day you will love him just like he loves you.

The night before your wedding Aegon sneaked into your room, taking you by surprise. "What are you doing in my room at this hour, uncle?" You asked. "What? I can't come and see my soon to be wife?" He just chuckled and threw you some clothes he stole from a servant. "Change into this quickly." He told you as he made sure the door was locked. "Why?" "Because I want to sneak you out of the castle like we used to do when we were kids," Aegon replied. "I want us to be just Aegon and y/n, not some prince and princess."

Aegon couldn't help but admit that even in a servant's clothes you look beautiful. He himself put the hood over your head to hide your silver hair before holding your hand and taking you through a secret passage.

For the night you forgot about your mother's words. You forgot about your purpose. You were just y/n enjoying your last night in the streets of kings landing before getting married the next day.

Your smile, your laugh, the twinkle in your eyes, it was all Aegon could focus on, thinking of himself as the luckiest man alive.

The night ended with you gently pressed against the wall, laughing after you two ran from some guards. Aegon gently caressed your cheek before kissing you. A kiss both of you have been longing for a while now. A kiss you have dreamed of many times but scared to desire it.

The next day you married Aegon in front of everyone, vowing to always love him. You were happy. Aegon was happy. But your smile soon turned upside down when your mother told you to not bear him a child until she is crowned as the queen. A legitimate child of Aegon would cause problems for Rhaenyra and her way to succession.

How can you stay away from the man you love? It would be impossible but to obey your mother you had to. You ignored Aegon, pretended to be annoyed by him or hate him. It was a torture for you. Poor Aegon couldn't understand what was going on. He couldn't figure out what he did wrong. And so he started drinking to forget about the pain. He slept with other women to forget about you. You knew everything and you never imagined it would hurt so much.

You were doing everything to obey your mother until you just couldn't take it anymore. You were beyond frustrated, unable to live your own life or love your husband, unable to see Aegon in other women's arms. You just ran out of the castle with tears in your eyes and mounted your dragon and flew away. The news reached Aegon and even in his drunk state he didn't hesitate to mount Sunfyre and ride in search of you.

Hours later Aegon finally found you, far away from kings landing. The young prince has flown through a storm, the effect of wine long gone, and he is beyond worried. When you heard the flap of the dragon wings you thought it was maybe Aemond, because in your mind there is no way Aegon would be the one to come for you.

When you saw him you just broke down, on your knees, tears running down your face. Aegon ran to you. Despite everything you have done he still loves you. "I can't take it Aegon. I can't take it anymore," You cried as soon as he kneeled down and wrapped his arms around you. "Tell me what happened. I can fix it," Aegon begged.

You just couldn't' hold it any longer and told him everything, breaking both your hearts with each word. "I love you Aegon. I really do but if I choose you I will lose my mother and my brothers," You cried. This is the first time in your life you have opened to him. Aegon just hugged you tightly, letting you cry and feel everything. "I don't desire the throne, y/n. All my life I have only desired you. I have only loved you and I will only choose you. For the first time in your life you initiated the kiss. It was slow and sweet, and full of emotions from both of you. " Make me yours, husband. I only want to belong to you from now on."

Aegon was gentle with you. Kissing you everywhere as you two made love. You were holding and hugging him tightly, feeling a weight has lifted off your shoulders. You have decided to only live your life as the Aegon's wife and the princess, not Rhaenyra's daughter or a pawn.

You two returned to King's Landing together, walked through the halls holding hands. Aegon has promised to only find comfort in your arms and has sent all the other women away.

A year later you are pregnant with his child. You have seen what a man Aegon has become. A true Targaryen prince. And after everything your mother has done you hold nothing but hatred for her. She pushed you to go against her and support Aegon's claim on the throne.

"My beautiful wife," that's what Aegon always calls you. He was right by your side when you gave birth. He became a much better man and an excellent husband.

By the time Viserys died you were a mother of three royal Targaryens, all of them strongly resembling you and Aegon. It's something Rhaenyra is very displeased with. For years she tried to push the agenda that Aegon forced himself on you, otherwise why would you betray her and give him heirs. She refuses to believe that you love him.

You now have a seat at the small council. Your children are loved and even have a great bond with their uncle Aemond. You are pregnant again and the maesters believes it's another set of twins.

But tragedy soon struck when Blood and Cheese happened. It was your children who were the targets, specifically your eldest son but how can you not protect them? You fought the two assassins and lost your own life right in front of your children. When the guards found you were already dead but your children were safe.

Aegon rushed to you and his mind and heart just broke in the most irreparable way as soon as he saw you on the floor. Your eyes still open, your lifeless body lying in a pool of blood.

Aemond rushed in as well. He couldn't process what happened either but he did manage to take the children out of the room.

"My love?" Aegon called you in the most broken voice as he shook your lifeless body. "Wake up, my love. It's me, your Aegon."

His mother, Alicent, stood by the door and was totally helpless. She watched her eldest son cry over you and the more the realization draws in that you are dead the more shocked he gets.

Aegon was crying and fighting everyone when you were getting prepared for the funeral. He didn't leave your side for even a second. His arms and clothes are still stained with your blood.

As your pyre burned Aegon vowed to get revenge and make everyone suffer. He didn't move a single thing of yours from the room. Your jewelry, your dresses, even the last flowers he gave you. If anyone touches anything of yours they would lose their hands.

Aegon did manage to get his revenge. He described to Rhaenyra his last most moments with you as he fed her to his dragon who was also very fond of you. But ge knows nothing he can do or desire can bring you back.

At last it's your eldest son who sat on the iron throne and even claimed your dragon.

When Aegon closed his eyes for the last time he knew he was finally going to see you again. He woke at the same place you two made love for the first time. You were in a white dress, playing with the two children you never got to give birth to. "I was waiting for, my love," you gave him the very smile that always brings him comfort. Aegon finally got to kiss you again, to hold you and feel your love again. "I am never leaving you again, my beautiful wife."

[fragileheartbeats]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

♡ ⭒ㅤ𓈒 dohaeriros daor ㅤ𝅄ㅤ ㅤ྄

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑒𝑛 𝑥 𝑆𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶ㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ೀ

— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐, 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑹 ─ ♕ . ♡𝆬

She was his queen, his one true love, A goddess in his eyes, sent from above. Her smile, her voice, her every move, He adored her deeply, his heart did prove. With every breath, he praised her name, For she was more than just a mere dame. Her beauty, her radiance, her soul so pure, Made his heart skip a beat, that was for sure. He treated her like a precious gem, For she was the one who completed him. Her love was a divine blessing, A gift that his heart would always be confessing. His love for her was like a burning flame, That never seemed to flicker or be tamed. He would go to any lengths to see her smile, For her happiness was what made his life worthwhile. He built monuments in her honor, For she was his queen, his forever love and lover. He wrote her love letters, filled with poetic words, Expressing his love for her, like beautiful birds. The people of the kingdoms marveled in awe, As they witnessed the king's love for his queen, raw. They envied the love they shared, so pure and true, For it was a love that only a chosen few could pursue. He showered her with gifts, sparkling and rare, For her, he would conquer any fear or dare. For she was his everything, his heart did sing, He would give anything to see her happy and gleaming. In her presence, he felt like a mere mortal, For she was a goddess, in his eyes, immortal. He promised to love and cherish her till eternity, For she was his true love, his one and only divinity. As the years passed and their love grew, The king and his queen, together they drew. A love story so beautiful, so pure and divine, Their love was worshiped, like a heavenly shrine.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 ─ ⸸ . ♡𝆬

Her beauty was a sight to behold, Her grace and charm, worth more than gold, He would lavish her with jewels and gold, But little did she know, he was cruel and cold. He would sing to her under the moonlit sky, Her smile was his only source of joy, But beneath the façade of love and bliss, Lurked his twisted ways, something amiss. He would shower her with sweet words and praise, But behind closed doors, her happiness would erase, For he was jealous and possessive, His love for her was obsessive. He'd lock her up in a tower so high, The only view, the darkened sky, For he feared she'd leave him, his love undone, But in truth, he was the one who had her on the run. He'd force her to dance in a fiery ring, Her feet scorched, her body aching, But he couldn't see her pain and tears, For his love for her had blinded him for years. He'd send her away to faraway lands, In hopes that she'd forget his cruel demands, But no matter where she'd go, His love for her would never let her go. His love for her was a twisted fate, For her, he'd do anything, even if it meant hate, For she was his goddess, his everything, But in his love, there was no healing. As she lay dying in his arms, He realized the extent of his harm, For his love had become a dark obsession, A beautiful tragedy, without a confession. The king loved his sister, but at what cost? For his love, she paid the ultimate cost, A beautiful soul, destroyed by his hand, Leaving behind a broken king, in a cruel and lonely land.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑬 ─ ✦ . ♡𝆬

He worshiped her, with every breath he took, For she was his light, in a world that was so shook. Her every move, her every smile, Was like a blessing, that made his heart worthwhile. He showered her with love, like petals from a rose, And in her presence, his heart would carefully compose. Words of adoration, that flowed from his soul, For no other could fulfill, his lover's role. He adorned her with jewels, fit for a queen, And treasured her, like a prized possession unseen. Her happiness, was all he ever desired, And in return, his heart felt so inspired. He would lay at her feet, like a humble servant, And gaze at her beauty, with eyes so fervent. For in his eyes, she was more than a lover, She was a goddess, that he would forever discover. He proclaimed her, as the queen of his wisdom, Her radiance, would illuminate the skies. And in her presence, he would feel so alive. With every passing day, his love grew stronger, For in her arms, he knew he belonged there longer. He would sing her praises, like a sweet melody, For she was his world, his everything, his destiny. He would kneel before her, with palms open wide, And pledge his heart, to her for all of time. For she was his goddess, his queen, his love, Pure and true, like an angel from above. The kingdom knew, of their love so pure, For in their eyes, it was hard to ignore. They were like two flames, that burned as one, With a love so strong, it could never come undone. And in the end, when their time had passed, His love for her, would forever last. For she was his goddess, his queen, his heart, And nothing in this world could ever tear them apart.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ 𖤐 . ♡𝆬

He stands tall, a prince of the wild, With heart ablaze and passion filed. Her beauty like a dazzling light, Enchants his soul, a love so right. He worships her with every breath, His love, a never-ending quest. Her grace and elegance, a sight to behold, In her arms, his heart gently unfolds. She is his goddess, his heart's desire, Every thought, every dream she does inspire. He bows before her, in devotion and awe, His love for her, an unbreakable law. Her smile, like sunshine, lights up his world, Her touch, like magic, makes his heart twirl. He'll climb mountains and swim the seas, Just to show her his love, his eternal loyalty. He seeks her approval, her every nod, For her love, he'll go above and beyond. He'll slay dragons and fight with might, Just to make her happy, to see her light. She is his queen, his everything, In her arms, he feels like a king. Her love, a precious gift he'll never take for granted, For she is his world, his everything, his enchanted. In her eyes, he sees the reflection of his soul, In her heart, he finds his truest role. He'll love her till the end of time, For she is his goddess, his love sublime. As the winds whisper his name in her ear, He'll hold her close and wipe away her every fear. With every breath, he'll worship her divine, His beautiful sister, forever his, till the end of time.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ✿ . ♡𝆬

He walks with grace and noble charm, A prince so fair, without a qualm, But in his heart, there's no denying, His love for her, forever flying. With every step, his heart beats faster, As he approaches his beautiful sister, For she is his shining star, The one he loves, both near and far. Her beauty pure and unmatched, Her kindness, something to be matched, To him, she's more than just a sister, She's a love, like no other. With gentle hands, he cups her face, And gazes upon her with such grace, Whispers sweet words, for her to hear, For she's the one he holds so dear. Through the good times and through the bad, His love for her will never be sad, For she's his light, his guiding force, The one who's always his main course. He showers her with gifts and praise, For he's grateful for her loving ways, He'll do whatever it takes, To make her smile, for her heart's sake. In her eyes, he sees his future, A love so pure, there's no need to nurture, For it blooms like a flower in spring, And forever it will continue to bring. She's his queen, his one true cure, Her touch, her kiss, fills him with bliss, And he knows he'll never miss. Together they dance in the moonlight, Their love shining so bright, And in his arms, she feels so safe, For she knows he'll never waif. He'll continue to worship her, For she's his goddess, his everything and more, And in her eyes, he sees his true self, For she's the one that completes his wealth.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ✞ . ♡𝆬

His mind was filled with twisted love, For his sister who came from above. She was his everything, his world, Her beauty, his heart had unfurled. But in her eyes, he saw only fear, As he whispered words in her ear. He built a temple in her name, Where he would worship, proclaim. His love for her, his queen divine, But little did she know, it was her prison to confine. The king would offer sacrifices, In hopes of pleasing her, his vices. For her, he would do anything, Even if it meant causing suffering. The people feared the mad king's reign, As they witnessed his love turn to pain. For he would torture and destroy, In the name of his beloved, oh how he would deploy. But she did not love him in return, For her, he would have to yearn. Still, he clung to his delusion, Of her being his ultimate fusion. The madness consumed him, bit by bit, As he worshipped her, his love not legit. But to him, she was his everything, And he would do anything, even the most gruesome offering. The kingdoms plagued by his twisted obsession, As he ruled with no sense or discretion. The people cried out, for mercy they plead, But the king's love for her was all he would heed. In the end, it was not love that destroyed, But the king's obsession, his heart void. For his lover was nothing but a fantasy, And in his madness, he had lost all sanity. And so, the mad king's reign came to an end, But his love for her would never bend. For even in death, he worshipped her still, His obsession, a twisted love that would never fulfill.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ＊ . ♡𝆬

He stood in awe, before her grace, His eyes adored her angelic face. Every night, he'd kneel at her feet, His heart filled with love, so deep and sweet. She was his light, in a world of darkness, Her touch, his only source of solace. Her voice, like music to his ears, In her presence, he had no fears. He worshipped her, like a deity, Lost in her beauty, he found his sanity. Her every move, a work of art, She held his heart, never to depart. But beneath her gentle facade, Lies a darkness, that he cannot dodge. She's a storm, brewing in disguise, And he's just a fragile, helpless prize. He tried to please her, in every way,But her love was fleeting, like a summer day. It burned bright, then faded away, Leaving him in darkness, to decay. He denied the truth, refusing to see, That she was not the goddess, he thought her to be. But a mortal, with flaws and scars, That he couldn't heal, no matter how hard. Yet still he worshipped, with all his might, For she was his drug, his source of light. Unable to break free, from her spell, He remained, in this hell. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years, But his love for her, never disappeared. Even as she tore him apart, He couldn't help but worship her heart. In the end, he sacrificed it all, For a love that was destined to fall. But he couldn't bear to live, without her by his side, Even if it meant, he had to die. And so his story, came to an end, A tragic tale, of a love that couldn't mend. A man who worshipped, his lover till the end, But sadly, she was never meant to be his.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ♫ . ♡𝆬

Every morning, he'd wake up, With her face in his mind, He'd serenade her with love songs, And make her heart skip a beat, so divine. With every sunrise, his love grew stronger, He was her loyal knight, He'd shower her with flowers, And hold her hand, ever so tight. Her voice was like music to his ears, Her laughter, a symphony, He'd do anything to bring a smile to her face, For her happiness was his source of glee. He'd write her love letters, With every word, he'd pour his heart, She was his fairy tale come true, His one true love, they'd never part. He'd make her feel like a queen, In his kingdom of love, With her by his side, He had the strength to conquer the world above. Their love was a storybook romance, With each chapter better than the last, He was grateful for her presence in his life, For her, he'd go through the toughest task. So here's to the lovely prince, His love so pure and true, For his lover, he'd move mountains, Forever and always, they'll say 'I do.' And so, ends the tale of this prince, Whose love was like a never-ending dance, In their hearts, they'll hold each other tight, For their love was a beautiful, sweet and romantic delight.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑬𝒀𝑬 ─ 𓆸 . ♡𝆬

His love knew no boundaries, no limits, no fear, His devotion to her, forever sincere. He was her protector, her shield, her knight, Obsessed with her safety, day and night. For she was his world, his very reason to live, His love for her, he would never forgive. In his eyes, she was the brightest star, Whose light outshone the sun from afar. Her every move, her every smile, Sent his heart racing, mile by mile. He was her shadow, her ever-present guard, A brother and his sister, forever entwined and scarred. But behind the beauty, lurked a darkness within, For his love for her, was an obsession, a sin. He would do anything to keep her by his side, Even if it meant controlling her, with every stride. She was his possession, his prized and cherished treasure, His love, a beautiful facade, with a sinister measure. His obsession consumed him, bit by bit, His love turned darker, with each passing minute. He would lock her away, in a gilded cage, For no one else to see, no one else to engage. She was his and his alone, no one else could dare, To take her away, from his possessive stare. But she, the princess, did not see, The darkness that consumed her Protector, with glee. Blinded by his love, she saw only his light, Not realizing, it would consume her, with all its might. She lived in a fantasy, a beautiful lie, Never once questioning, the darkness that lurked by. But as time passed by, he began to see, The error of his ways, his love's true identity. The sister he worshiped, had withered away, A mere reflection, of who she once was, in her heyday. His obsession had destroyed, the very love he craved, His beautiful love, now a hollow grave. His heart shattered, into a million pieces, As he saw the wreckage, of his love's diseases. His obsession had blinded him, from seeing the truth, His love had turned dark, no longer in youth. Regret and guilt flooded his troubled mind, His love's destruction, an eternal bind. His sister, now free from her gilded cage, Had lost her beauty, her light, her rage. For his obsession, had left her scarred, A mere shadow of herself, a love forever marred. She mourned the loss of what could have been, If only, the his obsession, had not consumed him within.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑹 ─ ☁︎ . ♡𝆬

She danced within his twisted mind, A goddess in his eyes and heart. Her touch, her presence, so divine, He worshipped her with every part. Her beauty was unmatched, they say, But her heart was cold and ruthless. He loved her in every way, But she remained cruel and heartless. His kingdom flourished at her feet, As she basked in all his glory. But her love was a cruel deceit, A never-ending tragic story. He built her temples, golden shrines, Where he laid his offerings bare. For her, he committed crimes, As his love became his despair. She reveled in his adoration, A puppet master pulling strings. But his love was her damnation, As she fed on his suffering. The people whispered, feared and cried, For their king had turned blind and weak. But he saw her, a goddess in disguise, Even as she made him suffer and weep. His heart shattered with every sigh, But he remained devoted to her. For she was his all, his reason to die, A sacrifice he gladly offered. And as his kingdom crumbled down, In her soft embrace, he lay. For her cruel love, he'd forsake his crown, And in her arms, he'd waste away. The king worshipped his lover, As a goddess, cruel and dark. His heart forever enslaved, forever, In her mercy, he'd left his mark.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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[darlingofvalyria]

Your love is pure, beautiful and true. His is mandatory, optional and a duty. Yet you stay, because that is the tragedy of giving your heart to someone whose own is already in another's. A locked stepped stalemate where none truly get what they want.

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 598 ] | King!Aegon Targaryen II x Wife!Reader | part of elle's versions.

contains— angst. emphasis on the angst, hurt/no comfort, bits of smut ; lowercase intentional + arranged marriage, mention of former targcest (marriage to helaena), dance of the dragons canon happened, mentions of major character deaths - nsfw(ish): hints of marital obligation (trying for heirs) but no full sex scene - no betas.

a/n— comment, reblog, & like at will, huns! if i hurt you, pls know it was intentional mwahahaha

you had no allusions to what you were supposed to be, to do, as the king's new wife. the simplicities are bare, even a simpleton would understand.

you are a marriage borne from the ashes of the tragedy. you are the symbol of hope and peace. your marriage is the fodder, an heir its cannon.

you had no allusions, even your mother had spared you for the pretty lies. "war has torn this country in one ways to two," she murmurs, brushing her spindly fingers over your hair, preparing you, in more ways than one, to marry a king. in a few hours, you step out of these borrowed chambers to soon become a wife. "and with it, his family. wagging tongues can say the king never truly loved the queen, but they were blood sister and brother. there is care there. he had lost her through grief and rage, with it, his sons. his heir. you are a duty he must fulfil, like so many others. do not fall yourself into illusions, lest you hurt yourself."

you are a duty, you remind yourself as you stay precisely still, ram-rod straight spine as you fight every bone in your body to flinch as your husband, no, your king, orders the beheading of a lord, a black supporter until the very end.

you are a duty, you remind yourself as you pull your knees to your chest, shuddering under the weight of your loneliness. another night without your husband, without doing your duty as it is a difficult thing for him, to be with you. to have you. to be in this marriage. his whores, his paramours— they are a reprieve from the grief that still hangs, from the guilt, the anger, and from the betrayal of your own existence (to his wife? his sister? his dead children?).

you are a duty, you remind yourself, as the alcohol inside of him spills into you, his scent, his seed; as he clutches you close, loves you, fucks you,

you are a duty, you remind yourself harshly, sobs and anger silent inside your heart, as he kisses your head, his own mind already busy with his duties, unraveling from your warmth, from the love that has blossomed from your bossom and yearning for him— as he murmurs,

"have a great day with mother, hel."

and he pauses, back to you, the realisation spilling down his spine slower than yours; his, like thick molasses. yours, like ice directed to your veins. you are blowing fjords in the winters of winterfell. he is bubbling, molten fire gargling inside a dragon's stomach.

he pauses, the silence stretches.

"my apologies, my queen," he says, voice still and calm.

"'tis alright, my king," you say back, because that is your duty. you are wife to a king, not the owner of his heart. whether that died with the woman who flung herself off a tower, in the spilled blood of his sons, or in the arms of his paramours— it doesn't matter.

yours is his, sadly. you wonder if he knows. you wonder if he cares.

it doesn't matter either way. you smile despite him not seeing. despite him leaving. the realm exists, there are duties and there is a throne. your body has concave within itself, your chin to your knee, your breath a stagger through the emptiness of tears.

you are a duty he has finished off a list for the day.

you will come up again tomorrow until a maestre confirms the existence of a babe in your stomach, as all duties do.

[danytar]

“Drowning in You” [Young!Aegon X Twin!Sister!Reader]

Warnings: Incest - Obscene language - mention of oral sex

summary: One night, you were passing by your brother's room to see the maids rushing out of his room, crying like babies. Which prompted you to enter his room and see what what's wrong with him.

You were in your room with your ladies-in-waiting talking and laughing before they retire to their chambers to let you rest but you couldn't sleep.. It was a rainy winter night a very calm and romantic evening.

So You decided to go out and wander around the Red Keep, specifically your brother's room... your lover'. You put your cloak over your robe and left your room towards his own.. While you were walking towards his room, you saw the maids running from his room crying.

You entered his room and looked around to find his room in chaos and mess. He was clearly angry And very desperate.. you look at him and said “What's wrong Aeg? ”.

He quickly turned to you and wiped away his tears “Nothing ”. he replies

She quickly approaches his bed, holds his cheeks and looks into his eyes “You can lie to whoever you want...but not to me”.

“The servants, the bloody bastards,” He grumbled, not looking at you. His words were barely understandable with all the shouting, his lips seemed on the edge of tears. “They do not listen. No-one listens to me. My mother does not.”

He was about to say something else, but stopped at the last sentence, taking a breath. “I have no-one.”

“Aeg- you said but he interrupted you “Mother.. mother was screaming at me once again!”

He said, his body language seemed very frantic and anxious. His fists were clenched tightly as he stood over his bed. He looked like he was on the brink or crying once again, but his ego was too big for him to cry in front of you. Instead, he punched a few pillows, making them go flying about.

“She’s always screaming at me! But never at Aemond or Helaena. She must hate me.. she must.”

“She doesn't hate you! ”. you reply

“Then why doesn’t she give me a hug like how she does with Aemond and Helaena?”

He started to have his voice break, you could tell he hated to be upset and was trying not to cry. “Why doesn’t she give me sweet words like how she does to Aemond? Is it because I’m not good enough?”

“I think we are equal in this”. you said

“You think we are equal!? She doesn’t treat us as equals!” The boy was getting very angry now, clearly he wanted to have some sort of attention from his mother but she wouldn’t give it to him. So he wanted you to comfort him instead.

“How is it fair. Aemond never gets yelled at, but I do. And she tells him she loves him, but she never says the same to me. You see how unfair it is?”

“Can you shut up for a second? ”. you reply

“I’m just trying to talk to you!” He said, he was a little surprised he got snapped at by you, but this anger quickly turned to rage as he became even more mad.

“I can talk if I want to! Why are you being so mean to me!? he replies.

You immediately pressed his lips with yours to make him shut up for a while. That quick peck was all it took, that little amount of attention put a big smile on his face. His whole body language shifted the moment you kissed him.. as if in that very instant everything that was stressing him out disappeared.

“No one else here loves me, but you do. I think you are the only one who loves me.”He said, laying down back onto his bed as he watched you closely.

He saw you come closer and slowly sat on him. He was still staring at you, his eyes focused on all the movements you made.

It was like everything before you disappeared as time passed. The noises of the world around you two melted away, a soft smile ran across his face.. he didn’t speak but he was enjoying the moment.. he was starting to feel comfortable.. the thought of his mother was fading away..

He pulled you closer so his lips met yours again Your kisses were to gentle and loving.. A few kisses, your gentle and loving lips touching him made his heart feel warm. Aegon’s heartrate quickly sped up as he felt your whole body get even closer to his. His lips meet yours and for a quick moment.. everything feels perfect. Nothing else exists in this moment except you two.

He slowly unbuttoned you nightgown, Aegon’s body moved to the moment as he felt the touch of you soft skin. His hands moved quickly as he undressed you, he slowly pulled off your nightgown until you were completely bare to him.

“You are worse than the whores of the Street of silk, Do you know that sweet sister?”. He was teasing you with the harshness of his words.

“Rude!”. You chuckle and stared at him with a cheeky smile on your face.

“Oh? Am I? ” He said playfully, he was just teasing you. your giggles were what made his heart skip a beat before going back to his normal rhythm.

His hands started to drift towards your chest, his fingers touching your soft skin as he smiled.

“Do not touch ”. You tease him and slap his palm playfully.

“Oh but I want to!”He said, a playful smirk forming on his face as he tried to grab your hand once again, his eyes locking in on your hands.

Eventually, once he got your hand, he started to play with it, kissing your knuckles playfully. It seemed like he was so desperate for love or any sort of affection. His body language was very relaxed as compared to earlier when he was all angry and upset.

“Oh, I'll let you, but first.. ”You look into his eyes and smile slyly.

“What? ”. he smilies back at you.

“I want you to fuck me by using your tongue”. you said.

He smiled at you from ear to ear and then got up to lay you on your back. You wrapped your legs around his neck you smiled sexyly..

He kissed your inner thigh “My pretty little whore ”. he chuckles.

[targaryen-dynasty]

SINFUL REVENGE.

Aemond Targaryen x little sister!Reader/ Aegon II Targaryen x little sister!Reader

After catching Aegon with a servant girl between his legs, you found a way to put him back in his place.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; dub/non-con, p in v, oral (fem receiving), voyeurism, canon typical incest/targcest, humiliating, degrading, cum eating, jealous Aemond Targaryen

WORDS: 1.9 K

It was one of the many evenings where your mother had caught Aegon sitting in your marital chambers with a servant girl between his legs, repeatedly choking her with his cock. And while there was not one fiber of your body that felt something like love for him, your husband, it annoyed you he chose to fuck everything with two legs, except for you - more because it bruised your ego, not because you truly desired him. 

You were the second choice, when it came to marrying Aegon, however, your older sister Helaena was snatched away as the Wolf of the North came to the capital, finding a certain liking in her and taking her to the North with him. 

All your life, you grew up with the knowledge of marrying your older twin brother Aemond, and you and him were not unwilling to play your part in your parents scheming and your House's customs. 

After your wedding to Aegon, however, Aemond and you had taken matters into your own hands. Where Aegon did not touch you after you consummated the marriage, Aemond did - at every chance he got. 

But you couldn't say that your current position was not… exciting you. 

Your head was lying in Aegon’s lap with him being completely naked, while Aemond was pounding into you, practically assaulting your womanhood. 

Once supper had ended, Aemond retrieved back to his chambers with you following shortly after using one of the secret pathways of Maegor’s Holdfast. Aegon, surprisingly, stormed into Aemond’s chambers not long after you two had started undressing each other, and stood in the door more amused than shocked. 

You always were hot-blooded and had quite the sharp tongue, so it was an easy game for you to crush every sense of superiority your husband had felt upon the intrusion - the built up anger and frustration about your failed marriage clearly playing its part in it, too. 

The rapid thrumming of your heart ringing in your ears and the adrenaline that filled your body played a huge role in you not knowing how you got into that position - and you definitely did not know what got into your twin brother to allow it in the first place. 

Aemond was possessive and far from enjoying sharing whatever he had claimed as his, but it probably had something to do with him getting his revenge on his older brother for stealing you from him. A bruised ego and a broken heart definitely did not go well together. 

If it wasn’t for Aegon’s hard cock pressing into the back of your neck, you would’ve thought he was not comfortable with watching Aemond taking you. A slight blush covered his otherwise pale skin, and he never kept his eyes on you both for a longer period - always drifting from where you were connected to other parts of your body, or even the floor. 

He did not know where to look because Aemond made it seem easy as anything as his curved member eased into you, Aegon’s wife, causing you to arch and moan on the settle and against the elder’s body. Wanton noises of pleasure left your lips as your twin brother filled you, all while Aegon had to process that his little brother was very well endowed . 

Much to your husband’s disliking, you had forbidden him to touch himself, because he had not earned that reward - not when he always chose to stick his cock into the cunt of the next best whore and not yours. 

Aemond’s pent up anger was only palpable in the way he forced his cock into your tight core, otherwise he held a surprisingly cute look of intense concentration on his face, obviously wanting to perform well enough to rub your pleasure into your brother’s face. 

As Aegon once again decided to turn his head away from you, you had enough and roughly grabbed his face with one hand, forcing it back into your direction. “Watch, Aegon,” you commanded, your voice tinted with a hint of sharpness that usually only belonged to the baritone voices of either your father or uncle; the tone that made clear it was not a request but a demand. “Watch how good Aemond is making me feel. Watch how he takes what rightfully belongs to you.” The older Targaryen only squirmed in his seat but proceeded to keep his lilac eyes glued to where his brother’s cock repeatedly disappeared into your tight heat. 

“Tis how a man is supposed to take care of his wife,“ Aemond all but spat the words, his jealousy perfectly audible, reaching to clasp his hand around your throat and inevitably pressed your head further into Aegon‘s lap. You moaned in return, and it was difficult not to notice Aegon‘s cock throbbing at the sound. 

Aegon must’ve tried to touch either you or himself, because the tsking of Aemond was loud enough to cause him to flinch. That movement had you chuckling, because you found humor in how different your brother was acting in contrast to his usual, cocky self. Right now, he was nothing more than a pathetic man that was forced to watch his wife being taken by another - and finding his own pleasure in it. 

“Do you see how wet she is for me, brother?” Aemond bragged, pride laced within his voice. “Pray tell, was she just as wet for you during your bedding?”

The moan you released at Aemond’s shameless teasing maybe was a tad exaggerated, however, it was impressing you how well he handled the situation, his current demeanor the complete opposite to how he usually behaved. 

Aemond’s member hit you deep enough to brush the spot inside of you that had your jaw slacken, the familiar knot tightening in your belly and snapping when his fingers began rubbing the sensitive bud at the apex between your legs. 

The way your walls convulsed all over Aemond’s cock, with you releasing the sweetest and most desperate sounds both your brother’s had ever heard, seemed to trigger his own peak, and shortly after, he was spending himself inside of your quivering walls.   

The pleasure was almost too much for you to handle, and you barely registered the quiet whines that left your eldest brother’s lips at the sight - and feeling - of your pleasure rippling through your body. 

You always relished in the feeling of Aemond’s seed filling you up, more so when he continued to fuck you through his peak, the majority of his spent slowly oozing out of your assaulted womanhood and down your arse as he eventually pulled out. 

But then an idea came to your mind. 

As you tipped your head back and batted your eyelashes at the man whose lap your head rested in, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling wickedly up at him. Aegon’s silver curls were disheveled despite not doing much, and the slight pink on his cheeks had deepened to crimson, covering his cheeks and even running down his neck. 

Yet his lilac eyes were dark blown at the same time, fixed with your matching pair. 

“Get over there and clean me up, husband ,“ you spoke the name in a condescending manner, commanding him. “Clean up Aemond‘s seed.“

When Aegon obeyed without objection, gently placing your head in the pillows on the settle and walking around to kneel between your parted legs, you met the wide eye of Aemond, his cocked eyebrow perfectly showing what he was thinking, ‘Are you serious? ‘ 

But instead of taking a cloth to clean himself up, Aemond stopped in his tracks and peaked over his older brother’s shoulders in curiosity as his tongue licked a flat stripe from your entrance to your sensitive bud, the motion causing you to shudder. 

A husky groan caught your attention, and if it wasn't for Aemond’s chest rising with each labored breath he took, you would’ve mistaken the sound to come from Aegon instead, only reassured by the realization that his mouth was occupied with lapping at your mound, and all sounds that threatened to escape his lips were muffled by your warm flesh. 

As your eyes flickered back to Aemond’s to search for his reassurance, you spotted his hand being clasped around his semi erect member, working himself to full hardness at the sight of Aegon’s mouth on your womanhood and how your body keened at the stimulation.

Despite the resentment you felt towards Aegon, you were making the sweetest sounds for both of them - after all your brother had certainly learned how to put his mouth to good use during all the hours he spent in the Street of Silk.

The lewd smacking noises of his tongue plunging in and out of your entrance soon filled the thick silence within your twin‘s chambers, and somehow were enough to spur you on - a sudden surge of boldness running through your veins. 

You buried your hands in the mop of silver-blonde curls, not-so-gently tugging on the soft strands and using them as reins to guide you where you wanted him most. Aegon groaned against your cunt in return, and proceeded to lick you clean with newfound vigor.

“Do you like that, Aegon?“ You moaned over the sound of wet squelching, rutting your hips against his face as his tongue flicked against your pearl. “Do you like lapping up another man‘s seed? To clean your wife’s cunt after another man has peaked inside of her?“

Aegon said nothing, but the desperate whine and growl that rumbled in his chest definitely were enough to confirm your questions. His tongue was dragging over your mound with such a ferocity, you were almost reaching your second peak. Almost . 

That was not the plan, and Aemond seemed to think the same way, because it was him interrupting Aegon, a firm hand placed on his older brother’s shoulder to pull him back. 

“Enough,“ his authoritative tone sent shivers up your spine, the urge to beg him to take you yet again becoming almost irresistible. 

A pout was draped across your features at the loss of contact, followed by a desperate whine. “Quit being a brat, Y/N,” Aemond scolded. “You have had your fair share. Tis enough for now.” Surprisingly, you weren’t the only one pouting, because Aegon seemed to find his pleasure in it all as well, even though he had not touched himself once. 

But you knew better than to protest, and allowed Aegon to get on his feet again. Aemond, on the other hand, had already put his breeches back on, standing in his chambers half-dressed. He handed a stack of clothes back to Aegon, silently dismissing him from his chambers, and when Aegon was dressed, he left as quick as he came. 

You were propped up on your elbows, looking at Aemond with the same expression he had flashed you earlier, ‘ Are you serious? ’ He raised his eyebrow at you, too, and threw your smallclothes and dress into your direction. 

It was safe to say that, once you were attired and back in your marital chambers, the hands of your husband were all over you even before the door shut behind you, claiming what rightfully was his and relieving the desire that threatened to cut the last threads of his restraint. 

The impropriety of your revenge gave you exactly what you had wanted all along. 

[tridentqueen]

The Long Weekend

After running into her ex and his new girlfriend, Aly Velaryon falsely claims that she is dating Aegon Targaryen. Feeling unable to decline when they extend an invitation to join them and a few other couples for the long Valentine’s Day weekend, she convinces Aegon to go along with her lie. It’s just one weekend.

Fake dating & ‘90s au

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Pillars of salt, pillars of sand: Aegon x oc (aemond x oc) Chapter 8: Of Wives and Kings

CONCEPT: You were once a princess, now you are Aemond's prisoner. You are taken to King's Landing to bend the knee to Aegon

WARNINGS FOR READING: This fanfiction is dark. It will contain themes as: Non-con, dub-con, dom/sub themes, murder, torture, blood, graphic descriptions of sex, graphic descriptions of murder and graphic description of torture. As well as animal abuse, war crimes, genocide, massmurder, sadism, power-abuse and incestious relationships, as well as mentions of pregancy, abortion and childloss Warnings will be updated as the fic goes on.

Footsteps approach you and your aunt as you turn your head.

Ser Criston Cole approaches, his white cloak swirling behind him. You gulp as you take in his grumpy expression and his deep sighs before he approaches his queen and you. He does not need to say it. He is here for you to fetch you for the King.

Helaena looks at your wrists and abruptly releases you, as if she burned herself. She is clearly shocked and terrified that she was capable of that. Ser Criston bows before his queen. ‘’My Queen.’’

The way he speaks of her is full of respect and servitude. Servitude he would never grant your mother. You do your best to learn as much as possible about your enemies as you can. Ser Criston Cole is a devoted enemy. Cruel if need be. If he had silver hair, one would consider him a son of Maegor. ‘’Princess.’’ His voice is firm and the title stings as poison on his tongue and lips.

You nod, respectfully and wipe your tears away. You will not have your enemies laugh at your misery. ‘’Ser Criston.’’ Your mother taught you that handling insults with grace and poise is better than any insult you can throw at someone.

‘’My Queen, your grace…’’ Helaena hums before walking back into the keep, smiling broadly, yet she keeps scratching her head. There is blood on her fingers. She is an oddball perhaps. Who would not be? Perhaps you will be just like her when you are married to Aegon.

You watch as your aunt heads to her chambers, to the staircase. See Criston speaks softly reminding you of your destiny. ‘’His grace the king wants your presence in the throne room.’’ You rather not see him again today. Or any of the Greens. Helaena's grief seems genuine. But she is the only one. The others are celebrating.

You rather spend the remainder of the day in the gardens, before being led into a dungeon cell to spend the night. ‘’Tell his grace I am not feeling well, and have decided to take a moment of rest in the gardens. Surely after all that his brother put me through he can sympathize.’’ You lean in closer. ‘’I am not a fool. You taught Aemond well. You understand, that if you have a hand into something as this again, you won’t have hands left?’’

At first the commander is furious with your threats. But then he becomes amused that you, a timid little lady, is insulting and threatening him, a big strong soldier. ‘’What happened to the bastard-’’ Cole laughs, correcting himself when you glare.

‘’To Prince Lucerys, was a tragedy bound to happen. Yet I had no part in it. The boy lacked discipline and proper manners. You and all of Rhaenyra’s childrens do. I hope his grace the King can teach you some proper manners. I will look forward to do the day you are nothing but a shell, a corpse of the person you used to be, haunting these halls you once were comfortable enough to call home.’’ You tremble with anger after he is done speaking.

He straightens his back and his fortitude returns, as does his heart that beats for his duty. ‘’I was ordered to bring you there, my lady. One way or another.’’ He is threatening you now. You cross your arms over your belly and glance at him, your brows raised.

You raise your chin the way you've seen your mother do dozens of times. Calm and with poise. ‘’I am a princess, not a lady.’’ You remind him kindly. ‘’Regardless, you should not speak to me in this way.’’

A shadow falls over both of you as someone approaches. The birds stop singing, or the sound just fades to nothing. You watch as Aemond Targaryen struts into the garden. ‘’Aegon is getting impatient.’’ He announces when he has finally slithered his way over to you and is standing in front of you. He nods to the doors and waits for you to raise as a obedient little dog.

Cole is furious that Aemond dares to make him seem as if he's incapable of collecting the hostage himself. ‘’I am working on it.’’ He says to his pupil.

Aemond shrugs as an answer and you see the first cracks between the two of them begin. ‘’Not fast enough. Aegon wants to see her. Now.’’ He says to Cole.

He smiles down at your tears and curled dark locks. ‘’Lady Strong. It appears you have trouble adjusting to your new reality.’’ He speaks, making his voice a little lower and lower, almost a soft purr. He grabs your right wrist and pulls you up from the bench.

‘’When our king demands your presence, as his wife it is your duty to attend to him. Whatever he may wish, whatever he may take.’’ The moment the last word leaves his lips, you are overcome with terrible images of Aegon having his way with you. Aemond notices your fear and his smile only grows, pleased with your terror. You rip your wrist from his grip and glare at him.

You were never touched before and you doubt that Aegon will have the patience for a maiden. You won't enjoy yourself. You won't be ready for any of it.

Your uncle smiles leaning in even closer. ‘’Will you go, Lady Strong? Or shall I perhaps discuss a punishment with the king?'’ He has a sick smirk on his lips and it mirrors the one he wore when he killed your brother. ‘’I always thought you and your siblings were a little too wild. Perhaps discipline will help you become a better version of yourself. A more likable version befitting a princess.’’ You briefly entertain the thought of kicking him between his legs again.

You know that Aegon is an idiot and that Aemond is smart enough to convince his brother that you need punishment if he wishes so. He can make your life hell if he wishes so. Yet you show yourself not afraid. A fool's move, perhaps. But that is all you have left. ‘’Did it make you your better version, when your father beat the daylight out of your other eye?’’

Briefly his good eye narrows, as he tries to calculate who possibly could have had the audacity to tell you what happened to him. Until he looks at the gardens and reminds himself that his sister was here, moments ago. You hope he won't kill or hurt her for this. ‘’Ah. You have talked with my sister. Well, two can play that game. For now….’’ He smiles down at you. You huff and turn.

The moment your back is turned to his front, he grabs you by your hips and throws you over his shoulders. You squeak and kick helplessly against his back and slam with your hands on his shoulders. Anything to break free. ‘’Put me down! Aemond! This is treason! I don't want to marry him! I don't want to become his wife!’’ You scream, commanding him out of fear.

He is not only blind. He acts deaf as well, peacefully humming with a smile on his thin lips as he marches you in as a sack of vegetables he bought at the market. He puts you in front of the iron throne, where Aegon is still sitting, attending his stolen realms. With a dramatic bow, Aemond pays his respect. ‘’As you requested, one fresh traitor. Although…fresh…hm. I have my doubts.’’ His comment is greatly appreciated by various men, guards and servants alike who all grin or laugh as well as a few noble ladies.

You are enraged by their actions. Of course you are. It hurts to see how eager they are to stab you in your back. You force yourself to be strong and to ignore it. To turn off your feelings for now. If you don't…they might get the overhand.

You don't need their approval anyway. You know you never slept with anyone before and you know they only call you a whore because your mother had a relationship outside of her marriage.

King Aegon, second of his name, sinks back in his chair and sighs dramatically. ‘’Wonderful. I sent my King's guard to fetch you, only for my brother to show up and to bring you here, a second time today.’’ You are not disciplined or scolded for it however. You are surprised.

Ser Criston Cole has found the way back in as well, muttering to the king when he likely explains as to why he failed his mission. Aemond grins. ‘’She is here now. It seems that your princess has trouble listening to her better. She ignored Ser Criston and then myself.'’ Aemond waits expectantly and you feel the tension rise.

A King's order is not lightly. And a husband can punish his wife.

Aegon stares at you, as if asking you to confirm this. You do so by nodding, gulping and nervous about what he might do with you now. He thinks for a long time.

He does not seem mad…

He is amused. He chuckles delighted, in a genuine matter. ‘’The princess is no fool. Of course she won't come with you. You killed her brother.’’ That is true. You are glad he seems a little considerate of your fear of Aemond. But perhaps he will wield this as a weapon from now on.

He lazily bends his right hand, backing you closer and closer. ‘’Come closer, my dear.’’ You know that that is supposed to be you. Your husband to be may speak of you how he wishes now. A king most of all.

You scoff. A dear? ‘’I am not your dear!’’ Aegon drops his hand and his kind act. ‘’Come closer, my whore.’’ Your eyes become a little bigger at that open insult as the surrounding court members laugh or chuckle. You must look so confused and disgusted. No one dared to call you that so publicly before.

You have the feeling that many only will use this insult from now on. Aegon takes notice of your worried expression. ‘’What? How do you wish to be called, then? You don't like it sweet, you don't like it sour. How am I to refer to you from now on?’’ He asks as if he's stupid.

You eye the crowd. You could demand him to call you princess. You could demand him to call you the daughter of Queen Rhaenyra. But you could also choose your life over death.

It is a terrible fate the gods picked out for you. You will be wedded and bedded by Aegon and be paraded around as his whore. You will be with child one day perhaps. His child.

You don't know how you can help your mother's cause from out here. This is the enemy's nest. Yet you have faith that someday, somehow, you'll find a way. You can not endure any of this without a reward.

Life is as a scale. The worse the days, the better the futures. That is what you must believe now of any time to survive. To keep sane and to keep going.

You don't like any of the nicknames as honeybee or sweetiepie. So you remind the king of your name instead. ‘’Maella will do.’’ You speak, shaking from the rebellion you are already plotting in the far distance. Despite you have nothing to plan it with, you feel dirty and as if they can take your head any moment.

Aegon nods, extending his hand to you once more. ‘’Come closer, my Maella.’’ He does not drop the word my. You hate it. Of course you do. Yet you extend your hand to the Kings and wait for him to grab hold of your hand. His hand feels warm as a dragon's breath.

He smiles at your obedience and your surrender. ‘’Good girl. I know, we have given you little reason to trust us.’’ That is an understatement. They killed your brother, stole your mother's throne and took your dragon.

You still hold his hand and your arm starts to hurt. You wish him to let go of your hand. He keeps talking blind to your pain. ‘’And as a princess, you were privileged and once above me in the ladder that holds the power.’’ You were. Your grandsire was once king. You were more likely to become a queen than Aegon was to become a king. And yet…You chuckle at the cruelty of the gods.

His eyes become cold and calculating and his smile dies a lonely death on his lips. ‘’But I am your king now. As well as your husband to be. It is expected of any subject that if I demand her presence, she will rush to my side. Especially if she is my wife.’’ He says, pulling you closer to him, dragging you to him.

A/N

It might seem a bit of a sudden end, that is because this chapter too became too big it was around 4k and i like to keep it at 2k so no one gets overwelmed when reading my stories. The next chapter will be really bring out the true colours of the greens, and the chapter after that will be the very romantic wedding between maella and aegon xD