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darlingofvalyria · 8 months

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❝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.

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sunfyresrider · 1 year

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Love & Ruin

Synopsis: After being hidden away for most of your life your mother decided to stop being protective. However, there is one rule you cannot break, DO NOT associate with your uncle Aegon. Of course, it's the first thing you do, and you both quickly realize you will be each other's inevitable downfalls.

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra) Warnings: drinking, cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, idk if this is dark!aeg or yandere but he's not okay, mentally. Word count: 7k Note: Part one of two:) I really hope yall like this. Reader is Helaena's age. I did not proofread; fuck it we ball. Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @annikin-im-panicin @its-actually-minicika (Hi girls ily)

‘It wasn’t meant to happen like this’

Aegon paced back and forth inside the throne room waiting for the return of his brother. The storm that had rolled in was heavy, the sounds of hail beating the glass window echoed throughout the room. The sudden crash of thunder and jolt of lighting sent a shiver down his spine. The candles that lined the room were not enough to fully bring light into the dark. It was almost poetic; the storm echoed his inner feelings perfectly.

‘How could you do this?!’

‘Have you gone mad!’

‘Think about your wife! Your children! How will this look?’

‘She won’t show us mercy now, you fool!”

It had been hours since he sent Aemond to Storm’s End. The mission couldn’t have been that hard, go ask for a Baratheon bitches' hand and bring back a person. His mother had taken to chewing at her nail beds until they bled. His grandsire sat with his face in his hands contemplating how to fix this.

Once a crown was placed on his head Aegon found a new sense of confidence, one that could no longer be stolen away by those around him. His family could no longer control him nor tell him what to do. He was king and kings did not ask permission. They took what they wanted. From now on his word was law and this mission was the only reason he didn’t flee to Yiti. It was promised to him then taken away and he fully intended to take it back. And what he wanted was traveling to beg for Lord Borros to side with the pretender…

Five hours, it took five hours for the roar of Vhagar to be heard over the red keep. The storm had subsided to a light rain, yet the sky remained dark. Finally, he rose from his seat, his heart pounding in anticipation. A giddy smile creeping onto his face that his mother couldn’t help but scoff at. It didn’t matter anymore; he had won his first prize in war.

Murmurs from the council filled the once silent room but Aegon could only hear the pounding of his heart. His eyes locked onto the door waiting for them to walk inside. His imagination swirled with possibilities and all of them were better than his current situation. Alicent and Otto stared from a distance, both realizing their potential mistake. They let the dog off the leash and now they were about to suffer the consequences.

Guards rusting outside the doors caught everyone’s attention. The room went eerily silent as the doors began to creak open. Aegon nearly jumped out of his skin as he walked forward to meet who was coming.

Aemond, drenched in water, stalked inside slowly. His face was a mix of regret and… fear? The world stopped and as if on cue a flash of lightning followed by a crack of thunder that lit up the room. Aegon’s heart ceased to beat, his smile melted into nothing, and his feet threatened to give out on him. His mother’s eyes widened, and her hands fled to cover her mouth. Aemond struggled to lift the wet, bruised and unconscious body in his arms. He let out a shaky breath,

“There’s been an… incident.”

From a young age Aegon knew he had no love from anyone besides himself. His mother simply tolerated him, his father forgot him, and everyone else loathed him. The first-born son who should inherit everything but instead was given nothing. The son born to be loved but destined to be hated.

It was no surprise he was the way he was. He drank more than he should, fucked more than allowed and was cruel to those who may or may not deserve it. No one was born evil; they were raised to be that way. At least, that’s what he told himself to feel better at night.

And he wasn’t truly evil in the eyes of most anyway, just terribly pathetic. A lonely fourteen-year-old who may never feel loved. A boy who would never fully feel the warmth of someone’s gentle touch, the excitement when they approached, the soft reassurances and sweet nothings they would whisper, the true connection when intimate with someone you loved. It was all out of his reach… Until you started coming around.

For the better half of your life your mother, Rhaenyra kept you decently hidden from most of the court. It was not at all because you shared your features with Harwin Strong but because you were simply too precious for the world. You were her only daughter, her first born and you were too beautiful for the men in this city to gawk at and prey upon.

She would protect you from everything her father couldn’t protect her from. So, yes you didn’t get out much and when you did Harwin, and your brothers followed close suit. Rhaenyra did become more lenient as you grew. It was better to let you live as you wanted under watchful eyes than be locked away because of her own fears. At least that’s what Harwin told to calm her.

You were strictly prohibited from a handful of things though. Absolutely no leaving the keep unless it was daytime, and a handful of guards were there to follow. Absolutely no wandering around after dark, anywhere, no matter the circumstance. And finally, absolutely no involvement with your uncle Aegon.

Sadly, you were born with the same rebellion in your heart as she once had. The very first thing that needed to be handled was Aegon. It excited you to no end thinking about why he was banned from speaking to you. You needed to know why it was prohibited and see if it was as exciting as you thought.

Dusk had fallen on the keep and the light from the windows was beginning to fill the corridors orange. It was one of the rare moments you were able to be completely alone. You were supposed to return to your chambers immediately after your septa lesson but had time to stroll. Right now, your brothers would still be in the dragon pit, your mother in a council meeting and Ser Harwin getting ready for his nightly patrol. It was price time to make an escape and seek him out.

You found him in a compromising position. He was curled up in the corner of the library and reeked of wine. There was a subtle shine on his face from tears that were shed earlier. He looked pathetic, not in a bad way, in an abused puppy way that made your heart melt. How could you be banned from talking to him? When asleep he looked like a poor Angel. You crawled next to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder to shake him awake. “Uncle?” You whispered into his ears.

“Aegon?” Your soft voice began to rouse him from his slumber. His eyebrows began to furrow slightly. “Aegon, wake up.” He jumped away and snatched your wrist, startling you. “Brother?!” His eyes scanned the room and you before settling with the most confused expression plastered on his face.

“N-no Aemond isn’t here. I-it’s just me.” Aegon paused in his drunken haze. Who was me? You were too pretty to be a maid, your clothes too fancy. His eyes danced up and down your form as his brain slowly started putting it together. “Your niece. It’s __ ”

His hands released you slowly as his mouth slightly hung agape. Why in the seven hells was Rhaenyra hiding a creature as beautiful as you? Yeah, he had seen you in passing maybe once or twice but never really got a good look.

You had the perfect plush lips coated in a shade of pink. Your eyes were large and glistened with his reflection inside your pupils. Your hair fell elegantly, highlighting your pretty face. And from what he could see from your neckline you had a nice chest too, for your age.

He felt two small warm hands cup his cheeks, pulling him from his thoughts. Aegon stared at you confused, his lips puffed out. “Oh Aeg, are you alright? Did someone hurt you?” Oh gods, you were too precious. He was too dumbfounded to say anything, maybe too drunk still to fully grasp the situation.

You weren’t wrong though; someone did hurt him. His mother barged into his room and slapped him clean across the face without warning. Ranting and raving about his behavior and how he was disappointing the family. He nodded slowly, not exactly sure how he was supposed to react. You let out a deep sigh and your lips formed a frown.

You knew exactly what to do. Your mother had done the same every time you or your siblings got hurt. You rubbed the tear stains on his cheeks and kissed his forehead gently. A soft smile appearing on your lips, “don’t cry please or you’ll make me cry. You’re a prince and a good son. You ride the prettiest dragon in the world and so many people think you’re amazing. You have so much to offer and they’re just too blind to see it. So many love you, I love you and-”

You were cut off by the sounds of your mother calling out your name searching for you. You let go of his cheeks and quickly embraced him. “You’re perfect, okay? Don’t cry.” You jumped to your feet and brushed your skirts down. “I gotta go… feel better!” Aegon sat and watched your little feet scurry off into the direction of your mother's voice.

His eyes were wide, and he was frozen in the same spot. Seven hells, seriously where the fuck have you been his entire life? There was a pool of emotions swirling inside him he couldn’t fully grasp. Your little hands and soft voice saying the sweetest things to a complete stranger. The way your lips softly pressed against his forehead radiating warmth throughout his body. You were so innocent, so blindly loving… You were his.

It was an odd thing for him to think. He never really desired someone for just himself, Aegon didn’t really care until this point. But right now all he could think about was stealing you away and keeping you tucked away in his room forever. Corrupting you slowly but only for him, no one else could see it or experience it. He needed more, desperately and as soon as possible.

He forced himself into wobbly legs and sucked in a deep breath. It was time to talk to his parents.

The plan failed so horrifically he could swear the gods were pissing on him. He went and asked for your hand, said he was ready to be a good son, bring the families together finally. Aegon was shot down so fucking fast he got whiplash. His mother was okay with it, seeing potential benefits. But his father was adamantly against it as was his bitch sister.

“You think I’ll let him drag my daughter into his depravity? Not until I am cold in my grave.”

That could definitely be arranged. It made complete sense; he was the eldest son, and you were the eldest daughter. You were heir and he was the second son of the king. There was absolutely no reason for rejection besides their own selfish, impossible to understand reasons.

It didn’t really fucking matter. When he wanted something, he got it one way or another. Thus, he came up with a plan to steal you away and woo his way into your heart permanently.

Aegon had stayed painstakingly sober the entire day and avoided any of the whores he usually wasted his time with. He waited til long after the sun had set to sneak through Maegor’s hidden tunnels to try and find your chambers. It was a hassle, he stumbled into Jacaerys’s room once and immediately backed out. Then he walked past what he assumed was a hidden entrance to your mother’s room only to hear lewd noises coming from inside.

He didn’t realize it at the time but that was when Joffrey was made.

The deeper he walked the more aggravated he became. Why was it so fucking hard to find you? It took him several failed attempts until he finally lightly pushed open the door to a room seeping with light. He peered in and saw you sleeping soundly on the bed, clutching a stuffed bear tightly to your chest. How cute, you were scared of the dark and slept with a bear, he thought to himself.

Aegon wasted no time welcoming himself inside and waltzing over to the side of the bed where you slept. He brushed a loc of your hair out of your face and admired how beautiful you looked, even while asleep. If he was totally honest, he could stay here and watch you sleep all night, but he had things he needed to do.

“Hey princess,” he spoke softly as he nudged your shoulder. Unlike him, you were an extremely light sleeper. You opened your eyes and they immediately shot wide open. You attempted to let out a scream at the intruder, but he swiftly shoved his hand onto your mouth. “Shhh! Shhh, it’s just me. It’s Aegon.”

Your face relaxed and you blinked your eyes a few times trying to decipher if this was a dream or reality. “Aegon,” you murmured into the palm of his hand. “I’ll let go if you swear to be quiet. Promise?” You nodded your head and he slowly pulled back; a wide grin plastered over his face showcasing his perfectly even teeth. “Good morning, princess.”

You rubbed your eyes and peered over to the window. “It’s still nighttime…” you drawled into a yawn. “I know, it’s the only time you’re alone.” You sat up on your bed, “I’m sorry it’s just-” your words were stuck in your throat as he reached up and brushed the hair out of your face again. His eyes were completely memorizing, and he touched you with the gentleness only your mother did. “No need to be sorry, princess. I’m here now, aren’t I?”

“Y-yeah.” Aegon stood up off the floor and handed you a cloak he had balled up in his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him and pulled it towards. “You don’t ever get to leave right? Well, I leave all the time so I thought I could take you into the city for some fun.”

Your face lit up, you could finally leave and see what’s outside these dull walls. But there was an aching sensation at the back of your head. The sound of your mother's voice telling you what not to do. The fear of disappointing her was strong and the fear of potential punishment even stronger. “I- I can’t. My mother would be furious.”

“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Besides, you wouldn’t want to make me cry, would you? I- I just thought you would want to spend time with me.” His blue eyes peered up at you with the same heart wrenching expression as the other day. It was manipulative, he knew but it worked every time. “I won’t tell anyone, " you said in a nervous whisper.

His frown quickly grew into a wide smile, flashing wolf life teeth. Aegon’s eyes had a mischievous glint behind him when he spoke, “good girl, put this on.” The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. A very subtle, almost unnoticeable feeling of butterflies filled your stomach. You blushed and nodded your head in agreement.

It didn’t take long for Aegon to grab your hand and whisk you far away from where you were meant to be. You clung to his arm as you both scurried through the dark corridors. The farther you went the smell of dust and cow dung intensified as did the conversation of city folk outside the walls.

The streets of King’s Landing were dirty but so much more alive than you ever thought they could be. It was the hour of the bat and yet the streets were bright with fires lit at every corner. The streets were crammed with people from all walks of life, travelers, merchants, witches, performers, whores, musicians, and knights. It was quite the spectacle for a young girl who had been confined to a castle.

Aegon was reveling in your excitement and awe, still blissfully unaware of the depravity that shrouded these streets. Your voice carried the joy only of someone as innocent to the world as you could possess. It was fucking magical how you gazed up at him like he was your savior.

To his surprise, you babbled about more than any girl he’d ever met. It should be annoying, but he was drowning in the presence of your voice and the way your fingers would squeeze his own when the topic turned to something that moved you. You had completely captured him with your accidental charm.

But as the night went on his original scheme drifted into the back of his like a distant memory. Aegon couldn’t take you where he wanted, you were too good for it. The prying eyes of others would probably send him into a blind rage anyway. It was already beginning to build as random passersby simply looked at you.

To avoid a possible murder or maiming he whisked you away to a final destination. Aegon told you people here eat, drink and play music here until the dawn rises. There were musicians and poets singing while people danced around them. Men and women were laughing and drowning themselves in what you presumed could only be wine. There were several dragon shaped lanterns that occasionally spewed fire lighting the corner of the world you reside in.

It was pretty spectacular in the eyes of a girl. But it was also the place where your inevitable downfall began. It started with a glass of ale, not wine, that Aegon offered you. It burned your throat as you swallowed it, whatever you had made him chuckle and use that nickname again. It inspired you to drink more and keep receiving soft praises from your uncle.

You could feel it flow through your body slowly warming your insides and sending a slight tingly sensation in your limbs. That’s when the music started to sound good enough to dance. You bounced around Aegon in possibly the worst showing of dance moves he’d ever seen. It was cute though, to him at least.

That’s when you decided to drink more and fully let go of whatever expectations of a princess rested in the back of your mind. One, two, three, you lost count after the first. Aeggy refused to dance but he occasionally twirled you around and let you hang onto his shoulders.

As time passed on so did any semblance of sobriety you had left. Your words were slurring together, and your movements became sloppy, the ability to stand was nearly completely lost. That’s when Aegon declared it was time to bring you home. At first, you tried to reject the idea and fight back, but your muscles were just as weak as your mind.

He lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist so he could carry your little self-home. It was okay, at first being carried by Aegon. But then you began to feel his breath on your neck sending goosebumps through your body. The low whisper of his voice telling you sweet things echoing in the walls of your mind. Then came a new feeling between your legs when his lips brushed against your ears ever so slightly. Every sensation was heightened to a point it had never reached before.

It was a warm ache between your legs that kept getting worse the longer you were wrapped around him. You were worried, what if the wetness between your legs was your moonblood. How insanely embarrassing would that be if you bled on your uncle? You tried to untangle yourself, but he put two firm hands onto your waist and pulled you back in.

The sudden friction between your legs caused you to yelp, a quiet yelp that did not go unnoticed. He paused his steps, glancing at you avoiding his eyes then back at the street to the keep. His lips slowly curled into a smirk only he could wear so well. Aegon didn’t say anything the entire way back home, though a million things were racing through his mind.

The walk home was agonizing, every once in a while, he would move in a way that sent electricity from your core to the depths of your stomach. You didn’t even notice the tiny few whimpers that came from your throat, but he did. Oh, Aegon was noticing it all, every sound, every movement, every look, the warm feeling between your legs that was growing damp across his waist, and it was driving him mad.

He should have been a good little prince and placed you on your bed and left but he had never been a good prince. Aegon wanted to know how far he could take it before you melted beneath him. Obviously, like a good uncle he helped you undress into your night clothes since you were too drunk to do anything.

“Come on, princess. Time to lay down.” You begrudgingly threw yourself onto the bed and rolled onto your back. You couldn’t sleep, your undergarments were uncomfortably wet, and the ache continued to get worse. You obviously couldn’t tell him any of this, so you laid there, suffering.

Unexpectedly Aegon climbed into bed he was on top of you, his knee moved to press in between your legs and your eyes widened from their half-lidded state. “Are you okay, niece? You look… frustrated.” His face was plastered in fake concern, though you couldn’t tell. You clenched your legs together trying to prevent him from moving. “I-I’m fine,” Aegon moved his knee to rub against your core just once, your legs unconsciously tightened around him. “U-uncle,” you stuttered out in a near whimper.

“If there’s something wrong, I can help you…” He moved his knee into your core, and you bit down onto your lip trying to stifle the sound threatening to come out. Aegon, though a good actor could not hide the glint behind his eyes. He leaned into you, pulling your lip out from your teeth with thumb. “I can show you what helps me feel better.”

He whispered lowly, you didn’t have time to think, or reply before his lips were connecting to yours. The taste of sweet mead filling your mouth. You attempted to push him back, tell him no, this was wrong, and you could get in so much trouble. But the feeling of his legs between yours was easing whatever plagued you.

He slipped his tongue down your throat and entangled it with your own. The feeling of need was becoming too much so you moved your hips, finally. A soft moan forced itself out of your throat as you desperately tried to move against, aching for something you didn’t understand. A few tears slipped from your eye wetting his cheek.

Aegon chuckled into your mouth before pulling back, you whined at the loss of both his lips and his knee. The throbbing feeling between your legs became increasingly worse every second he wasn’t there. “It aches, doesn’t it?” Your face flushed red as your eyes bore into him, the true image of innocence laid out beneath him.

His hand traveled from your cheek to the hem of your dress bunched up at the ends of your thighs. Aegon slipped his hand underneath the fabric and hovered over your cunt. You grabbed his hand and stopped his movements, “N-no we can’t.” He cocked an eyebrow, “why not? You hurt and I’m the only one who can fix it.” Your grip on his hand slowly relented, “but i-it’s inappropriate.”

Aegon forced his hand forward so he could cup your cunt. It was completely soaked and so needy for release, how could he stop? “No, it’s not. I’m your uncle and it’s my job to take care of my sweet niece.” You bit your lip in contemplation, the feeling of his palm on your clit made you want to cry. It was too much, the feeling in your core was too much. “Please, Aeg.”

He crushed his lips into yours forcing all the breath out of your lungs. His fingers slid up and down your slit collecting your wetness on his finger. His other hand moved to palm your dress and pinch your nipples beneath your gown. Your moans threatened to echo throughout the keep but he swallowed each one with his lips.

Aegon forced one finger inside your cunt and immediately you clenched around him. Gods, you were so fucking tight he would have to force in the second. Your back arched as he moved his fingers to hit the spongy spot inside. The feeling of your core tightening was overwhelming, tears began to stream from your face and your nails dug into his shoulder.

Your hips moved unconsciously into his hand, pleading for release. His thumb moved to rubbed circles around your clit and all thoughts you had were dumbed down. “A-aeg!” You whimpered into his mouth; the coil tightening was overwhelming all of your senses. The sounds of his fingers pulling in and out of your dripping cunt were filling the room.

“Be a good girl and cum for me, princess.” His movements were faster, harsher and more desperate than before. “P-p-please,” you stuttered out in a loud moan as your legs began to clench around his hand. He growled, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. “Cum on my fingers, baby. That’s right, be a good fucking girl for your uncle.” His fingers curled up and pressed deep into the spongy spot inside you. You felt your cunt clench around him, your core tightening harder than before until the coil broke. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your body began to shake and the feeling of ecstasy washed over you.

You crashed, your legs twitching as he continued to move circles around your sensitive clit. Aegon pulled his fingers out and your body mourned the loss of him. He wiped his hand on his clothes and bent his head down to place kisses all over your face. “You did so good, princess.” He spoke in between the pecks he placed on your face.

“Aeg… I’m tired.” Your body was limp, and your eyes began to close on their own. “Shh, go to sleep, princess. I’ll clean you up.” And he did exactly what he said, surprisingly. He took the time out of his night to carefully clean up the mess he made on your body and clothes. It was pathetic to admit but at some point, he came in his trousers, and it was leaking out onto your clothes.

So, he had to change you. Aegon didn’t mind, watching you sleep so peacefully and taking care of his little angel was nice. Especially after what you had given him. He stayed the night, watching you sleep peacefully until the sun rose over the horizon and he scurried into his own room.

It became a horrible routine between the two of you. Aegon convinced you only he could make you feel that way, so you had to come to him if you wanted it. He would always visit at night, though most times you simply stayed inside. He touched you in places that were meant to be forbidden and you came undone beneath him… repeatedly.

You enjoyed him for more than that though. Unlike your brothers or other family, he was always there. Always teaching and showing you exciting new things, making you laugh constantly, showering you with affection you received from no one else. He worshiped you in his own way.

Aegon was completely addicted, and it was going to kill him eventually. If you weren’t awake when he came, he would just sit and watch you sleep, occasionally taking his place besides you. If you were awake, he craved your attention and your body… and he always got it. You were so kind and loving towards him, completely unaware of how others viewed him. You told him you loved him, were proud of him and he was a good man.

No one had ever said those words to him before. It’s why the addiction started and why it had no chance of ending soon. When he was upset you kissed him and whispered words of encouragement. You went out of your way to make him feel happy and deserving of the life he had. And it’s why, for a short time, his behavior started to improve drastically.

It shocked essentially everyone around him, especially his mother. For a moment she was almost proud, maybe her speeches finally got to him, and he was taking being a king seriously. That was before Aegon told her he was only behaving this way so he could prove to Rhaenyra, he deserved you. The situation caused a whole different type of stress for Alicent.

Things were looking up anyway. Especially since your mother had officially started letting you out on your own. You were now a teenager and had to learn some type of independence. The dragon pit was your favorite place even though your mount was a lazy bum.

Plus, you got to spend lots of time in the pit with your uncle and you got to watch him train with the other boys. Of course, a few people noticed the way you watched him and how he watched you. It was kept quiet, as far as anyone knew you had no relationship.

Aegon, thankfully, found enough self-control to not fuck you. To do enough to keep you attached to him but not enough to ruin your innocence completely. It was hard to explain how exactly he felt. It was like he needed you to breathe or eat or do anything. It was bordering on a very unhealthy obsession combined with genuine fondness.

It was new and it was perfect. He was no longer lost in this world with nothing to live for.

Until the day you abandoned him for Dragonstone. He cried, a pathetic and desperate display to his mother asking for her to keep you here. He pleaded for them to just allow you to be wed, he begged to let you stay as her ward. He made promises he probably couldn’t keep but tried, nonetheless.

All he got was sympathy, it was out of her hands completely. The king and his whore sister made the decision to forbid a marriage. They made the decision to let you be sent away to that desolate, rain filled, and droll island. To make it worse the gods decided to spite him and have him betrothed to his own sister.

He almost immediately got worse the second you boarded the ship. Aegon fell right back into his old habits of whoring, drinking and being a massive cunt. The shift was bound to happen so no one was surprised but it was becoming increasingly impossible to keep him under control. Everyone else fell back into their old habits of beating and berating him any chance they got…

Aegon only ever really felt happy again when he drifted off in his sleep. He could feel, touch, hear and smell you again in his dreams. For a few hours every night he was back in your room making stupid jests only you would laugh at. It was like heaven every time he closed his eyes… Then he woke up.

To ease his suffering, he fisted his cock while smelling the clothes you had left behind pretending it was you. If not that he would get drunk and imagine all the ways he could kill your mother and his so, he could steal you away. One day, he would take something from them that they truly loved so they could understand exactly how he felt. For now, he tormented Aemond and did everything in his power to piss his parents off.

Luckily for Aegon and those close to him, Laena Velaryon died in childbirth and his chance to be reunited came sooner than expected. The ride on Sunfyre was one of the best he’s had in ages. It was as if he could sense who they were seeing and was absorbing his rider's excitement. It seems important to mention Sunfyre has a fondness of your she-dragon who he may or may not have tried to breed on several occasions.

The funeral was fucking boring. He didn’t know anyone there and didn’t really care either. Aegon spent most of the time ignoring the speech and scanning the crowd for your little form. He didn’t find you, so he fled into a corner with his wine and brother close on his tail.

Your mother was stalking about staring at Daemon, Helaena was mumbling riddles to herself while playing with a bug, the bastards were comforting the Velaryons, and Aemond was on his left half asleep. Where in the seven hells was his little princess? As the sky began to cover itself in a shade of gray, he spotted you.

For a sliver of a second he was overjoyed, he dropped his wine and stood up straight preparing to walk over. The crowd began to dissipate and on your right was a young Velaryon boy with his arm wrapped around you showing off whatever was in his hands. His eye twitched and his firsts unconsciously bawled up til his knuckles turned white. Aemond peeked over and scoffed, “it’s a waste of time.”

“I’m gonna kill him.” Aemond rolled his eyes and slumped back into the wall. His obsession with the bastard was beyond him but everything his brother does is beyond him. Aegon spent the rest of his funeral staring daggers into the boys next to you. He was making you laugh and touching you far too much for his liking. Jealousy, rage, hate, hurt, Aegon couldn’t put a name to everything that was boiling inside his stomach, but it was too much. You hadn’t even fucking glanced in his direction the entire night.

It is rumored by the maesters later that night King Aegon took his first life by feeding an unsuspecting boy to his dragon. Others claim the boy simply drowned in the high tide that night and was washed away to sea. The body was never found so no one truly knows… Aemond, personally and wholeheartedly believed his brother pushed the boy into the water and let him sink. Driftmark no matter how you looked at it was a terrible night for all involved.

The hour of the bat, a time of night you learned to love dearly was now a time of loneliness. Dragonstone was incredibly terrible especially since your uncle was nowhere in those walls. You were severely depressed to say the very least. You knew he was coming today and wanted to seek him out but failed to find him.

It didn’t stop you from sneaking out at night in a very desperate search for him. It took around twenty minutes for you to weasel your way through Driftmark to his supposed chambers. You ran full force into Aemond on the way which made you both fall to the ground. He was going to try and claim that damned dragon you saw him watching her all day and you were going to reunite with your uncle-lover. Both of you would be in the deepest shit known to man if anyone found out.

So, a silent pact was made to tell no one where either was going. You knew it was a real deal because he helped you off the floor and nodded his head in the direction of the room you were trying to find. ‘Good luck,’ you whispered quietly as you both scurried off in opposite directions.

Much to your dismay he was passed out drunk. You had to literally shake him awake. “Aeg… Aegon!” You climbed on top of him and shook his shoulders. He moaned, groaned, tried to push you away but you were determined. “Wake up! We don’t have all night.” You swore you saw his ears perk up like a dog. His eyes opened and he shot up in bed nearly knocking you off.

“You!” He grabbed ahold of your face, squishing your cheeks in his hands. “Yes, it’s me! Where the hell have you been all day?” Aegon looked offended and almost betrayed, “where have I been? Watching you swoon over some Velaryon cunt.” You scoffed, “watching me? I looked for you all day! I had to give up and talk to a cousin I barely knew.”

His eyebrows furrowed together, “if you barely knew him then why was he all over you?” You grabbed his face, “if you paid any attention, I was trying to escape him the entire time.” Hm, he could have been blinded by jealousy and didn’t notice you politely backing away and avoiding the kid’s eyes completely. He thought you were acting shy and coy, but this made sense.

“You still love me?” He did this more often while drunk. If he ever felt insecure his blue eyes would turn pale and start to water. His lips puffed out slightly and he bore into your soul begging for consolation. You knew the quickest way to make his fears go away.

You pressed a kiss on his lips, trying to drink away all of his fears. Aegon pulled your face as close as possible, sucking all the air from your lungs. Your lips danced around each other passionately trying to make up for the time apart.

“I still love you, Aeggy.” You murmured into his lips; a faint grin formed on his mouth. With his eyes half lidded he whispered, “prove it to everyone then.” You chuckled softly; a soft look of confusion plastered on your features. “How do we do that?” His hands slipped down to your waist, then to your thighs rubbing them slightly. “Give me all of you before they take you away.”

There was a deafening pause in both of your movements. The amount of trouble you would both get into would be life altering. Losing your maidenhood to someone who you weren’t wed to was a sin, a crime even. “So, you don’t really love me. You don’t even trust me enough with yourself.”

It felt like a sword was plunged through your heart. Of course, you loved him. Of course, you wanted to give him everything. “T-that’s not-” he released his hold on your thighs and ripped his face away from yours. “Get out.” You grabbed his hands and tried to pull them back to you, “Aegon please this isn’t-” His eyes turned dark, his hands were ripped out of your grasp. “Don’t lie to me. You used me and now you’re discarding me just like everyone else.”

Tears began to prickle at the corner of your eyes. You never ever used him; you loved him with all your heart. There was never another person who made you feel the same way he did. “Please, I love you,” your lips trembled while you spoke. “I don’t love you.”

You shook your head no, no, no, no, no, your entire world came crashing down at once. The sword in your heart ripped it in half. Your breath quickened and your arms began to shake. The tears that threatened to fall came pouring out of your eyes. “Please- pleas- I love you- please- you can have it- anything you want please don’t leave me.” Your cries were near incoherent.

He was evil, this was the absolute proof of it. Aegon knew he was lying to have you; he knew exactly what hold he had over you and did it anyway. You just couldn’t understand, if he took your maidenhead, you could be together forever. He wasn’t just doing this for himself, it was for both of your sakes. It was blisteringly obvious he would never stop loving you.

“Shh, don’t cry, I’m sorry.” He pulled you into his chest and combed his slender fingers through your hair. “We’re going to be together forever, okay? I'm never leaving you.” He lifted your chin up so you were looking at him. Even when you cried you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. “Let me show you how much I love you.” You nodded your head desperately.

It took minutes before you were laid out flat on the bed. He lifted your legs over his shoulders and buried his tongue inside your core. It was new and the pleasure was radiating throughout your body faster than before. Aegon swirled his tongue in circle around your clit as he brutally fucked you with his fingers.

Your hips bucked up to meet his face and he growled a response. The vibrations sent waves of heat through your veins. Your thighs clenched around his head as your orgasm began to wash over you, far quicker than ever before. You cried out at the feeling of the coil coming undone in your stomach. You could feel his lips form into a smile, he placed kisses onto your sensitive clit causing you to whimper. It wasn’t over, he had just started.

Aegon pulled away and you whined at the loss of his heat on top of you. Then you heard the sound of his trousers being pulled off, you looked away out of politeness. “Don’t be shy, baby. It’s all yours.” You pulled your head off of the pillow and your eyes widened. Aegon was thick, incredibly thick and you couldn’t imagine how that was going to fit inside you.

His tip was a bruising pink, and you could see his seed already beginning to leak out. It looked painfully hard as his veins popped out. He climbed on top of you without a moment's notice and rubbed himself against your dripping slit. “Aegon,” you whined as he teased your entrance.

Aegon leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. He prodded your entrance, “just be a good girl for me. It will only hurt for a second, I promise.” You tried to open your mouth to reply but an incredibly loud scream escaped your lips as he slowly began forcing himself inside. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned under his breath.

The sensation of being filled to the brim made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Aegon moved painfully slowly, thrusting himself in and out of you. You moaned incoherently as his tip pushed into that spot inside of you. What started out as pain was quickly turning into pleasure.

You wanted him deeper inside you, you needed him to fill you completely. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him into you. He moaned as your cunt swallowed his length entirely. “So needy for my cock, princess.” You whimpered breathlessly underneath him, “please Aegon.” He moved his hand to cup your face, so you were staring at him. Your eyes were blown out in desire and your face was flushed a deep shade of red.

It was as if Aphrodite was underneath him begging for him to fuck her. “That’s a good girl begging for me.” His thrusts started to become faster, and your mind began going numb. Your cunt clenched around him as your eyes welled with tears. “Yes! uncle, please. Please!” You stuttered between moans and whimpers.

His lips crashed into yours stifling your moans as he forced himself deeper inside you at a bruising pace. His cock pounded against your cervix and not even his lips could fully swallow your moans. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your fingers into his shoulders. “Fuck baby, you’re so perfect for me.” Aegon’s praise made you whimper for more.

His cock was throbbing inside you, his seed threatening to spill at any moment. “My good girl,” he moaned into your ear, putting emphasis on ‘my’. Your entire body was going limp beneath him. The friction of his skin rubbing against your clit caused you to start coming undone.

“Aeg- aegon- please cum for me.” He never expected those words to pour from your mouth like a carefully constructed melody. Aegon dipped his head into the crook of your neck and began to whine as you clenched around him. As your core began to tighten you moaned a symphony, “I love you, I love you, I love you-”

Aegon picked up his pace, brutally fucking you with every ounce of energy he had. You felt the heat in your core turn into a fire as ecstasy started to wash over you. Your cunt clenching hard trying to drain every ounce of him.

The door slammed open “My Prince! It’s urgent-” Both of your heads shot to the entrance, staring at the mortified king’s guard whose eyes were boring into you. Oh, you were completely fucked.

Silence, the walk to the grand hall of Driftmark was completely silent. The guard behind you refusing to make eye contact with either of you. You could barely walk straight; your body was sore, and wetness was dripping down your legs.

All you could do right now was pray to the gods he didn’t snitch. Your hair was a mess, sweat was glistening on your faces, your night clothes were a mess, Aegon probably had your juices still on him, your cheeks were flushed a bright red and your lips were bruised… you were done for.

Although, as you entered the hall you noticed everyone else looked far worse than you. You noticed your brother’s bloody faces first and rushed over to them. Aegon immediately wanted to die the second you left his side. He wasn’t concerned at all; this was meant to be found out about.

Except, why now of all fucking nights. His brother had been maimed by your bastard brothers and his mother was in a frenzy. All he could do was stare at him in shock, the feeling of guilt washing over him. Aegon should have been there for Aemond, he should have saved him.

He glanced at you and your brothers were looking at you in disgust. Even when you reached out to comfort them, they pushed you away. Bastards, vile disgusting bastards.

It only got worse from there. Your mother came rushing in, obviously after fucking her uncle. He wanted to laugh, like mother like daughter. His mother was frantic demanding for justice, Rhaenyra screeching bullshit and you tucking yourself behind everyone.

Then the question was asked. “Aegon! Where were you?!” He didn’t even get a chance to reply before the king’s guard swooped in to make matters worse. “He was in his room, your grace… with the princess.” His head nodded towards you, and you looked absolutely mortified.

He should have waited to take it, he should have never made you do anything. Everyone in the room stared at you, just you. It took mere seconds for Rhaenyra to see exactly what had happened, only fueling her fury. Alicent, on the other hand, looked even more upset. The slap she so harshly laid across his face echoed throughout the room, completely silencing it.

There would be no justice since he had chosen the perfect day to defile the king’s favorite grandchild and his sister’s favorite child. You should hate him; you should want him dead. “Who told you these lies boy?” His father’s voice was filled with venom. “Aegon.” His father’s eyes turned dark as he tried to limp his way over to him.

“That’s not true! I told him… both of them.” A soft, quiet voice from the other side of the room caught everyone’s attention. You were defending him against the wrath of your family when he had just quite possibly ruined your reputation. If his obsession was bad, then it definitely got a thousand times worse at that moment.

Everything that happened after that was a complete blur. Insults were thrown, threats were laid out, his mother pulled a knife on his sister, and you fled the scene with your head down. It was like a fucking fever dream that didn’t seem to end.

It got worse the next day. The verbal assault he received from his mother was one for the history books. As was the slap that turned into a giant bruise on his cheek. Aegon was absolutely banished from ever talking, touching, or breathing near you. Any attempt at reaching out would immediately be cut down. His father said nothing of it, probably realizing his mistake in not wedding you sooner. Even Aemond, who should have despised him, forgave him.

It didn’t matter what they thought, he loved you, he wanted you, he needed you, and he was going to fucking have you. Aegon realized several things that night. You needed to be saved from your family as quickly as possible. The bastards and his whore sister needed to die sooner than late. Lastly, he was going to become king no matter what he did.

You were forbidden from ever speaking to Aegon again. It was awkward to say the least when you had to tell your mother everything. She should have been mad, hit you, yelled at you but she only hugged you when you cried. Your mother knew you didn’t tell anyone you were bastards. She knew you wouldn’t lose your maidenhead unless you truly believe they loved you. However, it was a secret that you could never ever tell anyone else.

You can never repeat what you said that night, but it was okay, you only wanted to protect who you loved. She explained how Aegon was taking advantage of you and men lie to get what they want. They prey on innocent girls, pretend to love them to get what they want, then discard them. Your mother repeatedly told you it wasn't your fault for your kind heart. She stated it was her own failure for not protecting you from it.

You didn’t truly believe it was all lies, at least, not all of it. It didn’t really matter now, he was gone forever, and you were alone on Driftmark.

Until you and your family would have to return to King’s Landing, five years later.

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Aegon and Aemond falling for someone the polar opposite of them headcanons

request: Aegon and Aemond with a significant other that's the complete opposite of them, but they fall for them anyway?

warnings: none!

a/n: I got super carried way so this is so long!!

Aemond Targaryen falling for someone the polar opposite of him:

growing up in the court of King Viserys you knew the King’s three youngest children well enough and while you mostly shared your time with Helaena, you knew of her youngest brother Prince Aemond too.

When you were children he was always very serious and you were too young to realize he wanted to prove himself, maybe to his brother that he was his equal or to his father. He was too caught up in his focus on finding a dragon and training that he did not pay you much mind.

That was fine enough to you as you were focused on your lessons with the Septa with Princess Helaena by your side as the two of you got closer over the years.

The Princess was very soft spoken and gentle, but her fascination with insects grossed out the other young girls at court your own age. You never minded, though, and would happily spend time in the gardens with her and her bugs if you could remain by your friend's side.

Unlike Helaena though, you were not so soft spoken. You weren’t so loud and brash, but you did love to laugh and were not so shy as to not speak your mind. It was once said that your laugh and cheerful laugh could be heard in the gardens any time you were there.

Aemond being closer with his sister than with his brother began to see more of you. He did not find your personality as annoying as Aegon had portrayed, but he had to admit you were unlike the other girls at court who he knew only gossiped and pretended as though they did not judge his sister cruelly. He knew that in the very least you were truly kind to his sister and at his young age he still held a respect for you he did not hand out lightly.

You two were not close but you were kind to him whenever he would join you and Helaena when he tired of Aegon. Walking through the gardens with you and Helaena and listening to you both chatter away. Well, mostly you doing all the talking and Helaena adding in and to his surprise genuinely laughing alongside you. He saw how relaxed his sister was with you and appreciated how you were around her. As time went on he also became appreciative of how you made him feel a bit more relaxed as well.

It wasn’t until he lost his eye that he truly began spending time with you and even began to seek you out.

After losing his eye he saw how everyone in court looked at him. The girls of court who once were kind in hopes of a friendships between them and the prince with its privileges looked at him as though he were a monster. He grew cold and sought solitude, wearing his eyepatch everywhere and training to become an excellent warrior and swordsman.

Imagine his shock when you treat him the very same as you always had with kindness and wanting to draw laughter from him.

You both get older but one thing remains the same, you become Aemond’s friend. Truly someone he can be around without judgment and be his true self.

The older you got the more you matured into a fine woman your looks may have changed, but your personality did not mellow. You still loved to talk without care for what others might say and laughed without a care. Aemond wondered how Aegon could have ever called your laugh ‘the most irritable sound in the Red Keep’ when it was some days the only thing Aemond wished to hear.

Perhaps it is his cold exterior due to his mistrust but he starts to see you in a new light. It is hard for Aemond to believe that you see are so freely yourself. When you were strolling in the gardens he pointed out how another daughter of a lord remarked something negative about you, how you were the only lady who appeared to not know how to shut her mouth, you only rolled your eyes, remarking you did not care.

“How can you not care? She slighted you and you wish to let her make a mockery of you?” Aemond was angry, angry at an injustice, a slight done to someone dear to him.

You only said “It matters little what she thinks of me. I hold her in no regard at all, why should I care what someone of no importance to me thinks of me?”

You said that like it was so easy to let things go and continued your stroll, an easy and content expression on your face. Aemond wondered how you could be so carefree, so forgiving to others. Since he lost his eye he had cared only what others thought of him and how to avenge any slight. He really had always cared too much what people thought of him, even before he lost his eye he wanted to prove himself to others no matter the cost.

And there you were, not caring of what someone thought of you because you did not care for them. If anyone else was like you he may have judged them harshly for their lack of cares for their reputation, but Aemond only admired you fiercely for it.

Feeling bold, he had asked you if you held him in high regard, wondering if he was another person you did not care for or not.

In reply you only told him, “Why of course, my Prince. I hold you in the highest regard of all those dearests to me.”

Dearest to me. The words rung in his head for weeks. He was a man grown now yet the words you said to him, a mere kindness he was sure, was all he could think about.

He had thought to put some distance between you, not really understanding why you affected him so but it only made him crave to be near you.

When he saw you again he could not deny the peace he felt from being in your presence. He knew then that he could not just be friends with you and that unwittingly to perhaps both of you, you had brought out a better side of him. Maybe you always had.

When you told him you missed his presence and worried for him he smiled, actually smiled which was a rare thing indeed.

“Apologies my Lady, I would never wish to cause you worry,” He said, noting how your smile was somehow more radiant than he remembered like it had been months since he last saw it and not mere days. He could not deceive you any longer, he could not do so even if he did not realize his own feelings until a mere few days ago. “I’m afraid I cannot be your friend anymore my Lady.”

The crestfallen expression on your face made him curse himself and his phrasing. “I only mean that I care deeply for you my Lady and I cannot be your friend. I am afraid I have fallen in love with you and there is nothing I could do to just be your friend again.”

When you smiled, he almost felt like you were about to repeat the words he had told himself you would say, that you didn’t feel the same way. Instead, you grasped his large hand in yours and said, “Would it be such a bad thing to fall in love, dearest Aemond?”

He realized then he could hear you call him dearest for a lifetime and not be satisfied. “You mean to say you feel the same as I do?”

“There has never been someone else, why of course I do. I always have.”

Thank the gods for that, Aemond thought. The very next day, Alicent had accepted your courtship.

Aegon II Targaryen falling for someone the polar opposite of him:

When your father was invited to the small council of King Visery’s you had come with your father to the court a little girl, very shy and good natured.

You found a friend in Princess Helaena because there was not many other young girls in the court, and the Princess happened to just be the same age as you were. The Queen approved the friendship, seeing how you were just as shy and good natured as her daughter, though without a fascination with insects.

You were familiar with the Princess, spending most of your time with Helaena as a child and not crossing paths enough to make conversation with her brothers.

As you got older and began maturing into a young woman your shyness was not something you grew out of, nor was your uncomfortability speaking to boys your age now, especially the princes.

If your father was more ambitious he might have been bothered by this but he cared for your contentment and knew your more reserved nature would not mix with boys who were so crude at this age, not a child yet not grown either.

Both the Princes frightened you, Aemond was very aloof and Aegon too bold. You thought yourself lucky that you could just spend your time with their kind sister who you felt such comfort around instead.

As years went by this routine of spending your days in lessons, having meals, and going outdoors with Helaena was a most comfortable routine.

You knew you had reached your maidenhood and soon even your kind, tolerant father would seek out a match for you. This meant attending the balls, talking with these men, and most of all not being so reserved. Men, you had gathered in your time in King’s Landing, did not like reserved girls for their lady wife.

With this in mind, you snuck out of your chambers after dark, seeking a treat from the kitchens. Sweet cravings did not always plague you but on this night you wanted a treat when sleep evaded you.

You had done this once, well maybe thrice, truly too many times to count, and had never been caught. Your steps were light across the castle and you slowly opened the kitchen doors.

Your relief at finding no one there was taken for granted and you saw your favorite treat leftover from this evening’s meal on the counter. Hopping on the counter with an especially unladylike flair you picked up the treat taking your first bite.

It was then, when you were at your most peaceful, that the door opened revealing none other than the Prince who you had sought to avoid the most, Prince Aegon.

His expression was comically surprised, perhaps taken by surprise with how there was someone in the kitchens when he had not expected someone to be there. You could not judge as your expression looked the same, only exceedingly more horrified.

Your worries came in droves. What if he told your father? What if his father removed your father from the small council? Gods, what if you were sent back to your true born home? What if you were never to step foot in the kitchens again?

“I...” You started trying to think what to say. Maybe the words would come to you if you thought hard enough, if only your brain seemed to be working at this late hour. “I was—”

“You’re my sister’s lady-in-waiting aren’t you?” He asked abruptly and even you could see he was not at all sober. You couldn’t help looking a little aghast.

“No! I’m her friend. My father is on the small council” you rambled ceaselessly, not really meaning to tell him exactly who you are, and definitely not meaning to tell him your name on top of it.

You could see the gears whirling slowly in his mind but he was too sluggish thanks to his many glasses of wine to process this fast enough. You only grabbed your treat, pushing yourself off the counter and across the kitchen to leave before he could say another word.

It was only when you were on the other side of the castle in your room that you realized you had not addressed Prince Aegon with the respect drummed into you at a young age. The embarrassment was one thing but the shame of it was another. What sort of lady does not address her prince?

The next day Helaena asked you how you slept and you nearly felt as hot as dragon fire, still ashamed that you not only went into the kitchens but also disrespected her brother.

It was a few weeks and you had not gone into the kitchens in fear of running into the prince but even your sweet tooth could not be evaded for long. Even the thought of running into the Prince was not enough to perturb you from going to the kitchens.

When you opened the doors to the kitchens you let out a sigh of relief knowing you were, in fact, alone. This did not last long though because the past repeated itself and who came through the door only a moment after you but Aegon.

For a moment he just held your gaze and you swore you would rather go to the Dragonpit without Helaena than be here, your mind already thinking how you could get past him.

Apparently your unease could be felt by the Prince by the nervous look on your face. “Do not look so worried,” He said as kindly he had ever heard himself speak. Even to his siblings, he never really showed true kindness. “I only wanted something from the kitchens. I will not be in your way.”

Your slightly shocked expression was mirrored with how he felt. He was not sure why he did not hold the fact that he had now seen you twice in the kitchens when you ought not to be and that this was the second time you did not even address him. If it was anyone else he might have flaunted his authority, gods know he had done it before. But for a reason, unbeknownst to him, he could not seeing himself do that to you.

You reluctantly sat when he gestured to the seat by the island in the kitchen that had the sweets you had desperately wanted. You could not be comfortable around him, though. This was one of the princes you had done everything to avoid, after all. “What brings you to the kitchens, my Prince?”

Your voice was timid and gentle and Aegon found himself wishing you did not call him by his title and his name instead.

He could not stop the chuckle he let out as he said, “wine”

He did expect the judgement, everyone at court thought him a drunkard, his family included. Why should you not share the sentiments.

“I think a sweet helps me find sleep on my most restless nights, my prince. I quite understand.”

The kind smile on your lips and that gentle voice did him in. Finding himself feel comfortable in someone’s presence for this first time since he could remember.

Aegon did not reach for the wine. He did not want to wake up foggy headed and more importantly, he wanted to remember this, he wanted to remember you.

“I think I might have to try a sweet then, Princess.” He grabbed a sweet on the table that you had grabbed not just a moment ago. He could not deny the way he enjoyed the flustered expression on your face, the soft smile on his face portraying that.

“I am not a princess,” You said lightly. “Only a lady.”

Aegon could not stop smiling. “Ah, my mistake,” He jested. “Perhaps I might have your name then, my lady. These titles confuse me so.”

He did not add that he could see you as a princess, if you were only his. If only someone as kind as you wanted someone like him.

It was a lie, he was lying in good nature still, but you did not mind. Another smile on your lips, but this one of two people sharing a joke. It was a real one, showing off your teeth and it was not one of the prim and proper ones ladies at court had to have.

He only loved that smile of yours more when you shared your name and he repeated it, liking how it sounded when he said it on his own tongue. When you said his own name after a few moments he realized he loved how you said his most of all.

Leaving the kitchens after a few hours of talking with you and eating sweets, Aegon had lost track of time without a drop of wine for the first time in his life.

As time went by you went to the kitchens without wanting a sweet, only in hopes that you might see Aegon. He did the very same. Nights sharing whatever sweet treat the kitchens had left and laughing and talking with one another were not uncommon. He was able to tell you the things that plagued him most that he had never told other people before.

He had not even noticed he stopped drinking wine. But his mother had.

Besides the lack of his poor behavior, she had noticed Aegon seemed.. lighter, happier even.

She did not need to wonder who was behind Aegon and his change of behavior when one day who was Aegon walking besides but you, her daughter’s closest friend and the daughter of someone who sits on the King’s small council.

It all made sense. The lack of him drinking, his change for the better, and you by his side. Shocking herself Alicent could so clearly see you by his side outside of this hall. The way you looked at him, the lighter way about him, the comfortablilty between you both. She only had a question to ask her son now.

The next day Aegon was striding up to you across a hall in the Castle while you walked with Helaena, gently pulling your arm from her to the other side of the hall.

When you asked him why he had so abruptly took you from Helaena he only said, “My mother wishes us to marry, dearest lady.” Your smile and the way it lit up your face was enough to bring him great joy, urging him to cheekily add. “It seems I was right, you were always a Princess.”

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A very drunk Aegon sees a painting of Y/N

Aegon: This is a painting of my wife, my woman, my angel, my goddess, my everything *begins to talk very passionately*

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daenysx · 10 months

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i can't explain how much i love the idea of modern!aegon and sunfyre as his dog, it's just perfect. anyway, i hope you like this!

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modern!aegon tells you he loves you for the first time.

aegon is late.

he promised you that you'll only wait 15 minutes for him and not a minute more.

well, he couldn't keep that promise thanks to aemond. he spent the entire car ride cursing his younger brother. your voice sounded sleepy when you called him and he told you he would come home before you fall asleep.

he would fight aemond if he'd believe he could beat him.

he rushes to the door, finds his keys and steps inside. there is no sound in his apartment besides the quiet mumblings coming from tv. what's weird is that sunfyre doesn't come to his side to greet him. aegon frowns slightly and walks to the living room.

he looks at the sight in front of him and takes a deep breath.

you are fast asleep on the couch with sunfyre cuddled comfortably on your chest.

the sight is exquisite.

it strucks him then, how it feels to be in love. a feeling he never thought he'd feel.

he can only stand there, looking at you, his lips parted slightly, and his eyes teary.

he doesn't know how to live this feeling, the feeling of loving someone. sure he loves his mom, his sweet sister helaena, and daeron. he even loves aemond even though they don't get along and argue all the time.

but he has never loved a stranger before.

you were a stranger once, thinking of it makes his heart clench now. you came into his life, changed the things he has grown to accept. he can feel, you love him too. it's just the confession of it that has never been spoken between you two. nevertheless, he can feel your love in your touches, in your soft voice, in your little actions that makes his heart flutter.

he wishes to confess like a desperate man. like the feeling will burn his heart and his mind if he doesn't tell you.

but no, you're sleeping right now, and sunfyre sleeps too. it would be unfair. he should wait until the morning. he can wake up earlier than you and prepare breakfast for you. maybe those pancakes you like. he doesn't even know the recipe but who cares, he can do it.

he blinks and a sudden awareness comes, he has been standing there for at least 10 minutes, just thinking. he walks to you slowly, careful not to make any noise. he takes the remote and turns off the tv first.

then he reaches the couch and kneels. sunfyre opens his eyes and looks at him, still sleepy and warm from your arms holding him lovingly. aegon puts his hand on the dog's head, stroking the soft fur.

"hey, pretty boy. not happy to see me?" aegon whispers.

sunfyre blinks, he looks too comfortable in your arms, lying on top of you as you cuddle him. aegon understands his dog, of course he would prefer cuddling you over being cute with aegon.

sunfyre adores you aegon knows, and you adore him. you sometimes divide your attention between aegon and his cute, little dog. this could make aegon sad, sharing you with someone else but thank to gods his inner voice helps him. come on dude, he is your fucking dog, you can't possibly be jealous of your dog.

he keeps stroking sunfyre's fur and his other hand moves to your head. you must be really tired if you don't feel his fingers stroking your hair now, he thinks. he is quite content with his position, on his knees and looks at his two little loves. he smiles then, happy with himself.

finally feeling his gentle fingers on your hair, you slowly open your eyes, it's too hard to wake up but you want to see aegon. you blink, a little smile makes your lips curved. he leans in and presses a kiss on your lips.

"hi, baby."

you greet him back with a sleepy voice. he kisses you again. "sorry, i'm late."

"it's okay. are you hungry? we can make something really quick-"

he shakes his head then, but feels a wave of gratefulness wash over him. "i'm not hungry. let's go to bed, you should sleep."

you hum softly, your one hand cups his cheek as the other one holds his hand on sunfyre's head.

aegon takes sunfyre gently in his arms to help you stand up. he holds his dog securely in his arm and leads you to bedroom with his free hand. your steps are unbalanced, your eyes probably half closed from sleep.

he helps you lay on bed first, and then quickly puts sunfyre on his own little bed, kissing his head. he comes back to your side, his favorite place. it only takes a minute to take off his clothes and lay next to you in bed.

he takes you in his arms, and smiles when you put your head on his bare chest. your hair tickles his neck, he adores the feeling. you are in between the lovely stage of staying awake and falling asleep with closed eyes and unclear mumblings. he kisses your hair, tries to reflect all the endearing actions you always do for him.

"aegon-" you whisper.

his lips stop moving on your hair. "what happened, sweetheart?"

you snuggle even closer to his chest, your lips pressed tightly on his neck. you lift your head slightly. "just- love you."

his eyes are teary again because how perfect it feels to hear these words come out of your mouth. you fall asleep on him after your little confession but he kisses your hair once more.

"i love you too, baby."

you probably don't hear the words but that's okay. he still has the breakfast plan. you will hear those words from him tomorrow morning, he will blush slightly and his heart will beat for the pretty laugh you'll gift him.

he feels completed now that he has heard the words from you and said them back. it was like a lost piece of a puzzle, now the piece stands on the spot it belongs to.

and now, as he lays in his bed with you pressed against his body, he takes a deep breath. the lovely sentence carves its way in his heart, makes him feel warm and happy. he thinks, he can learn to live like this. all safe, happy, and a good man. with you by his side.

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His Love

|Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader|

Part Twenty-Nine

Masterlist of Series

Summary: Being a bastard born in the slums of Flea Bottom was all you were known for. Not the streak of white you had in your dark hair, the violet ring around your pupils, or how your sharp tongue and skills with the blade resembled your father, Daemon Targaryen. You were just a bastard, nothing more, but to him, to Aegon Targaryen, you were everything. You were his love.

Author's Note: Thank y'all so much for your patience! I apologize that the chapter is up late. Life has been bonkers lately, but I'm relieved and happy with this chapter. I honestly can't believe I've been writing this story for a year. Thank you so much for sticking with me through those who have joined along the way and those who are reading in real time! This will be the last mildly angsty chapter, so be prepared. ;)

Chapter Warnings: Larys Strong, subby Aegon, a wiki of ice and fire is my only source of info here, sexual harassment.

"I have given everything and received scraps in return and you expect no fury?" - T.J. Pen, A Woman Scorned.

"This simply cannot be," Queen Alicent said to the slumped man before her, picking at her emerald dress sleeves and gnawing her plump lip.

The Queen was in a chaotic state. Her loose chestnut hair cascaded in a waterfall of waves, the tips dusting her delicate waist. She hadn't changed from the high-necked gown she wore to the petition. There wasn't a moment to herself since the promises of her old friend, immediately heading to care for the King as any dutiful wife under the Seven would.

The collar constricted Alicent's throat as she swallowed, pulling at the fabric to steady her breathing. "My son," she stuttered, mind reeling, "my son has fathered bastards in the slums of Flea Bottom, and now he beds one. This cannot be."

Lord Larys stared into the disarranged Queen, the whites of her nails non-existent as he leaned onto his able side, thumb absentmindedly stroking the ornate firefly head of his cane. The Strong Lord was unperturbed by his ally's abrupt appearance at the hour of the owl. He would never turn away his Queen when she was in need.

"You surely cannot be so shocked, Your Grace," he expressed, dark brow lowered. "She is born of sin, her Mother a whore. 'Tis in her blood."

Alicent was unsure of how to respond. She couldn't deny your heritage. Larys' words were correct. You were born out of a harlot's womb, of a sinner's seed. Your existence stained the Targaryen legacy, a shadow in the Seven's divine light. She advised the King that the first legitimization of a bastard would tear the kingdom's order apart and ruin years of established precedent, but he would not listen. The Queen should've known. It was not her place. The man named a woman the heir to the Iron Throne.

"He is my son. I only wish to see the best in him. I have turned a blind eye to his," Alicent paused, tucking her plush lips into her teeth, "disgraceful actions, but Prince Daemon's child... his favorite daughter."

"The young Princess has made herself a hearth in the Keep, Your Grace. She sees herself as above her station. My spiders have told me whispers of what occupies her time as of late."

Lord Larys leaned across the foot table that separated him from the Queen before pulling back, swiping his pink tongue to wet his mouth. Alicent mirrored his movements, an invisible string tethering her to the Master of Whispers. "Please, Lord Strong, speak freely."

The mousy-faced man smiled, his countenance flickering in the dim candlelight. "I do not wish to spread ill of the Princess, Your Grace. I am a man of honor, but what my spiders have said..."

The Queen's doe eyes widened in concern as her brows furrowed. She did not care about the events of the past. Larys was not the honorable man he claimed, but her mind's dark fantasies blinded her from any reason.

"The Princess sends ravens to her Father divulging private Council matters, she sharpens her blade with bodies, 'tis only a matter of time until the King passes and Princess Rhaenyra is crowned." The taste of copper flooded Alicent's tongue, the tang nearly choking her. "The girl is a pawn for her Father and Rhaenyra plans to make her the Hand. What do you imagine will happen when Aegon's mere existence seeks to undermine her claim?"

The Queen's spine straightened, her fingers pulling at the loose skin of her nail. "You believe she will kill Aegon if Daemon asks it of her?" Her Father's words from decades ago echoed in her ears, her expression becoming horror. "Rhaenyra would never allow that to happen."

"Do you believe it will be a queen manning the helm or that of a Rogue Prince?" Larys inquired with the quirk of an unruly brow.

He knew what he was doing—the Master of Whispers at work.

"She-she promised to return on dragonback. We were companions once..." Alicent trailed off, tears beginning to collect at her lash line as her head fell to her lap.

They were friends. They sat underneath the Heart Tree as girls, read stories together, and dreamed together. Was that only a memory now? Was the past so truly lost between them?

"That is only my thoughts on the matter, Your Grace, since you wished to hear them," the Strong Lord replied, his thumb returning the fidgeting on the metal firefly. "I believe it was a fair exchange on advice, my Queen."

The Queen's gaze shot up, making contact with the Lord's. She knew what he meant, what he wanted. Larys desired the same outcome as all men do. It wasn't reasonable for her to think this time would be different. He would not offer help out of the goodness of his heart. Alicent realized no man ever would.

"Of course," the young Queen stared, not accepting or denying, simply speaking.

She gathered the hem of her emerald dress, the golden pointed star of the Seven glinting in the candlelight. A necklace that once comforted her now only brought her shame as Alicent untied her white stockings.

***

The wall opened as you listened to the scratch of your quill drags across the parchment to your Father. You didn't need to look to see who it was; only one person entered through the secret passageways of Maegor's Holdfast.

"My darling," you sang, keeping your gaze locked on the final loops of the letters, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Aegon didn't answer, his footfalls light as he sauntered to your desk. You only raised an eyebrow in response, focused on the task.

"Oh, simply nothing, little Princess. I just overheard my Mother and Grandfather speaking of how I should be king." That piqued your interest, your hand halting its movements. "You hear a lot of things through these walls," he teased, bending at the knee to speak closer into your ear, "many things."

You placed the dry feather back into its inkpot as you turned to face the beaming Prince with a neutral expression. "Your elder sister is to be Queen," you declared factually.

"Well, yes," he grinned, taking a few strides away from you. "That's what my Father has decreed, but that was before he had a son."

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms, observing Aegon as he glanced back to ensure you were still paying attention. "Tis merely a thought, my sweet. Nothing more."

He flopped onto your made bed with a huff; his arms spread wide into a cross. Deciding to take the bait, you stood, crossing over to where he lay as you sat beside him, palm resting on his thigh.

"A fool is still a fool even when dressed in the King's robes."

Aegon scoffed, lifting his head as you saw his cock stir beneath his breeches. He liked this, the game of back and forth. It caused a thrum in his veins. "That was not kind of you, little one. I ought to punish you for it."

You raised your brows as you tilted your head to the side. "Punish me?" you repeated with a light-hearted sneer. "It should be you. What you say is treason."

"Perhaps," the Prince needled with a mischievous lilt to his tone. "Or I am simply stating what the realm is thinking. You truly believe a woman can ascend the Iron Throne?"

Your nails dug into his thigh at the insult, nearly piercing through the fabric and making crescent indents on the skin. Aegon hollered in protest as he sat upright in an attempt to remove you, your hand snaking from his leg to his crotch, gripping his hardening shaft meanly.

"Now, who put those ideas into that thick little head of yours, Aegon?" you jeered and moved to straddle his thigh. "Was it indeed from eavesdropping?"

His breath audibly hitched, the notch nestled within his throat bobbing as he watched you meticulously unlace his trousers. The Prince's lip tucked itself between his teeth as you revealed his half-hard cock, lazily stroking the thick shaft to its full height. The pearlescent liquid slowly began to leak from the tip; unable to stop your tongue from poking out and licking it, Aegon released a groan.

"I asked you a question, dull boy. 'Tis rude not to answer," you taunted from below, your chin resting on his pelvis as you peered up at him.

Aegon's legs bowed under your strokes as his hips lifted slightly from the mattress. The poor thing couldn't handle your feather-light touches to his sensitive cock, fingers dragging up his blue-green veins. His head tilted back as the wet flesh of your tongue licked across the tip once more.

Something wicked came to mind as you saw the Prince bite his lip, brows pinched together, and cheeks tinged pink from the attention. He was inside his body, his mind entirely caught in his feelings. He did not see your cruel grin as you sat upright, shifting your weight off him.

"Since you are so keen on the idea of ruling the Seven Kingdoms, there is no need for me anymore," you declared flippantly.

Aegon righted himself faster than you had ever seen, the throbbing between both your legs forgotten as his face fell in confused desperation. He looked so helpless in that moment, slouched, arms between his thighs as his manhood twitched angrily. It was almost enough to make you fold, but not quite. You needed to do this for the kingdom to stop a civil war before it happened and for yourself.

You were now uncertain if the time came for battle; you could carry the executioner's blade to the eldest son. And if you could not enact justice, you feared what Aegon would become. There would be no guiding light and only unlimited power at his grasp. You understood that now he had a taste of your love, the sweet nectar that ran through your veins. He would stop at nothing to have it always.

"Well, since you are to become king I believe you will not need me anymore," you repeated with an airy finality in your voice. Aegon observed with horror across his features as you went to the door of your chambers. "You'll have your pick of the finest whores in the Seven Kingdoms, and an army of willing maidservants at your disposal. What use am I to you now?"

Your fingers danced over the brass handle as you listened for the rustling of sheets and hurried footfalls. It was wrong of you to toy with Aegon this way, yet it didn't weigh on your conscience. He was easy to guide with the proper directions, like a mule with a carrot on a string.

"My sweet, it was only a thought. A simple jest of an idea," the Prince beseeched, holding his trousers in an attempt at modesty. "You know that I love you far more than any vice."

As you spoke, you slowly retreated from the door, your hand lowering to your side. "But I know the truth of men. They are animals. They see a shiny thing, and then an even shiner, more beautiful thing comes along, and suddenly that first thing is nothing but a tarnished object."

Hearing the noiseless scoff of Aegon, you turned, your fists clasped behind your back as you tilted your countenance to his level. His eyes were a puddle of ametrine. Blonde brows furrowed together in an anxious expression.

The assured confidence you once held began to erode the longer you stared at his watery gaze and pouted lips. How could you continue with the charade of apathy when he looked so... so helpless? The spoiled Prince who drank and fucked as he pleased was gone, and in his stead was a fragile, pathetic boy, begging with a quivering chin for an ounce of your affection. It was like a blade to the heart. Who were you to deny the pleadings of a wanting child?

"I know you love me, sweetling," you cupped Aegon's pudgy cheeks, and he blossomed, tilting into your soft touch, "but men are flawed creatures. They cannot help themselves when given ceaseless power. I will be nothing but a pretty memory if you become king."

"Then I won't!" the Prince shouted desperately, begging for his life. "I am not fit to rule, my Mother knows it. So does my Father. He would've named me heir years ago if he wanted me so."

Your stare broke from his, brown orbs flitting away to gaze at the wrinkled sheets. Shame gnawed into your mind like the teeth on your lip, nearly breaking your facade.

"You truly love me enough to turn away the crown?" The words sounded like a plead more than an inquiry, your voice mirroring his own.

"Yes! I swore an oath to you, my love. I pledged my heart and soul to be yours and only yours." You returned your vision to his, eyes flicking to the mole on his chin, lips, and eyes again. "I will be yours until my last breath, as you will be mine."

You smiled, head tilting in blissful relief. "Not every man is as strong as you, Aegon, strong enough to turn away power." Your hand trailed from his cheek to his neck, your fingers barely wrapping around the pale flesh. "I believe you deserve to feel the depth of my appreciation for such a selfless act."

The Prince's tongue swiped across his lip, knees becoming weak as you gave him a serene smile, gaze hooded. He was helpless against you. From the moment he saw you in the alley behind Madam's, brown and violet orbs staring back at him, an annoyed expression on your face as your girlish hands collected the apples from the flagstone, he knew you were his.

Aegon tried to forget the meeting when it happened. How foolish he felt now for doing so, but you stayed with him wherever he went.

The years back then were a blur, nothing but figures and outlines for memories, yet he remembered you. He remembered the girl with the same lilac in her dark eyes as his, the white streak in her hair that resembled his own. He couldn't rid you in the weeks leading up to Daemon's arrival, frequenting your caregiver's house more than ever, hoping for a glimpse of your girlish form.

It was fate that brought you together. Aegon didn't believe in the Gods, yet when you were placed before him with rags for clothes and dried locks from the harsh soap you used, he felt it was destiny. A divine force put you in his path, and he thanked whichever one it was every moment.

Your gaze flicked to the Prince's parted mouth, chest rising and falling too fast to be typical as your lips met his. He devoured your kiss as if it was his first meal, your essence bursting over his tongue as your fingers tightened around his throat.

When you finally pulled away, teeth dragging over the soft flesh of his lip as he met your gaze, your pupils dilated in want. Aegon chased after you in search of that feeling, but you leaned out of reach, failing to hide the smirk on his sullen face. You merely grinned in response, your hand traveling to brush back the stray locks of white that fell over his pink ears.

"You are such a good boy, Aegon. So good to me. I want to show you how proud I am of you."

Aegon died in that moment, ascending to the Seven Heavens, and before him stood an angel singing hymns of praise. He hadn't known how long he waited for someone to say those words to him. The Prince was putty in your hands. He would do anything you asked of him if only you would praise him more.

Slowly, you sunk to your knees, Aegon observing you intensely as you gazed back, a particular look in your eyes. It had been moons since you took his cock in your mouth and felt the heavy weight of his shaft and the salty taste of his seed down your throat. You had hidden the enjoyment of the action when you previously did it, denying yourself the happiness you now believed you deserved.

His breeches were still untied, and his member still hard, a bit of his spend dried on the silt as you took him in your hand. The flat of your tongue wet the milky droplet, tasting like you remembered. The action kindled the fire through your veins, and you rubbed your thighs to alleviate it.

You gave Aegon a few experimental pumps to ensure he was ready, his head tilting back in response as he gulped. You licked languid stripes up his shaft, lips wrapping around his cockhead at the end before you released it with a final pop. His digits went into your hair, smoothing it back for purchase and seeing your face unobscured. Each time you moved, the Prince was near ecstasy, legs trembling and jaw tensed as you accumulated your saliva, dribbling it onto him.

You were far better than any whore he had ever had. Aegon understood you lacked the apparent skill that came with experience, yet it was far more pleasurable than even the most veteran woman he laid with. He did not have the connection to them that he did with his little Princess, her mere presence enough to set his blood ablaze.

Your mouth engulfed Aegon's cock, jaw having to unhinge more than expected to accommodate his girth. It felt wonderful to finally have him inside you again, though you much preferred it in another place, a moan vibrating into his hips as his fingers pulled at your roots.

You slowly took him further, lips covering your teeth as the wet muscles of your mouth stroked him. The muscles in Aegon's stomach tightened as he attempted to stave off his premature release, wanting to feel the pleasure of your mouth for as long as he was able. You were a little more than halfway before his tip hit your throat, momentarily gagging at the foreign intrusion.

Hand gripping Aegon's thigh, you relaxed, closing your eyes as you puffed air through your nose and took him to the hilt. It was his favorite thing, the feeling of his cock entirely inside you. It nearly sent him over a cliff and crashing to the ground below, but he halted, gripping your hair harshly enough to make you whine.

"Fuck," he hissed, grounding himself in the feeling that was you.

You smiled around him as much as allowed, proud that you could reduce a Prince of the Realm to a wanton mess. A gush of slick coated your small clothes at the realization, retreating until only your lips were left around his leaking tip.

You inhaled a deep breath through your nostrils as your gaze flicked to meet his in quiet assurance. Hooded purple eyes met yours, light brown lashes fluttering as you began to bob back and forth with the rhythm of your fist. Aegon appeared as if he was about to crumble, his brows pinched together and lips pursed.

You felt dominion over the Prince despite being in a position of weakness, on your knees, the display a show of subjugation, yet you held all the power. If you felt inclined, you could ruin him, stop your ministrations at any moment, and leave him denied of his release, mind swirling with thoughts of rejection and self-hatred. But you were not cruel despite what the Court said. Those who suffered your wrath were deserving of it. You had rage, but you were not bestial.

Aegon punctuated your thoughts with a harsh snap of his hips as his manhood collided with the back of your throat, gagging. Your eyes became slits, humming in disapproval, grabbing his stones and pinching them meanly. The Prince whimpered, knees knocking and attempting to regain composure with his sturdy grip locked in your hair.

He felt a mixture of patheticness along with his arousal, the two emotions creating an intoxicating mix of pleasure and self-loathing. He would not have it any other way so long as it were you. Your touch made him crumble, an impuissant mess of a boy rather than a man. Aegon would take whatever you gave him with a broad smile and eager, open arms.

You released Aegon with a rugged gasp of air, your hand hastening to make up for the departure of your mouth.

"My sweet boy," you cooed from below, licking your lips before attacking his cock once more. "My good boy. You deserve this, don't you? You have been exceptional to me, denying the crown like a favorable and obedient son. You care for me, do you not?" you badgered rhetorically, continuing your assault as you licked the underside of his shaft. "Yes, you do." Your mouth latched onto his balls, the soft skin molding around it, causing him to hurdle toward the cliff. "Good boys who love me get to peak. Are you a good boy?"

Aegon nodded fervently as if the very fate of the realm depended on his answer, and perhaps it did. "I asked you a question, Aegon. Good little brat princes answer me. Now, tell me," you spat onto his member, some saliva splattering onto the fine dusting of hairs at his base, "are you a good little boy?"

"Yes!" he shouted, the words traveling to the heavens above. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm a good boy. I'm your good boy. I love you." He groaned, chin tucking into his chest as he watched you pleasure him with focused determination. "Please -fuck- please let me come. I want to come for you so bad."

Tears were pouring from his amethyst orbs that you hadn't noticed, his emotions too intense to keep hidden. It brought another wave of mind-numbing arousal through your body to have Aegon such a blubbering mess, begging you to let him peak.

"You are my good boy, that's right, and good boys get to come wherever they want."

It appeared like Aegon was going to combust, your words moments away from sending him over the edge, but he withheld, managing to grunt out, "face" before his seed covered your flesh.

Ropes of his spend painted your face, eyes shut and grinning with satisfaction as you pumped him through his high. Each splash of warmth to your cheeks brought further gratification to your features, your countenance becoming a welcoming canvas for Aegon's devotion, his peak sliding down the column of your throat.

His stomach tensed, nearly doubling over as your touch began to burn, the pleasure becoming painful until you ceased. The Prince's cock throbbed, the thumping in his chest matching the beat in between his legs as he watched his spend drip from your cheeks.

What a beautiful site, Aegon thought, but what a waste of seed. He longed for the chance to have his babe quicken in your womb, a princeling or little Princess with his eyes and your hair causing mayhem in the halls of the Red Keep. What a thing that would be, more dark-haired children within the House of The Dragon. His Mother would keel over at the sight. The idea did not seem too far off as he wiped the pearlescent droplets from your eyes, gaze flicking to your abdomen.

"Your beauty is bewitching. 'Tis a wonder how I lead myself from temptation." You beamed, head resting in Aegon's palm as you stood, leaning into his devouring lips.

"You flatter me, my love, but you have a true beauty," you replied, still having difficulty accepting his compliments. "Your eyes are the color of lavender, hair the moon, skin softer than the finest silk." Your digits brushed his strands behind his ear, fingers resting and gaze boring into his. "You are my love. I will have no one else but you. Cursed be he who seeks to tear us asunder."

Reciting the oath of marriage before Aegon, he kissed you, swallowing your moan, a puff of air leaving his nose at the force.

"It should have been you who I was married to," he spoke noiselessly onto your skin. "I never wanted to wed Helaena. She is my sister."

You flash him an empathetic look, tracing the outline of his face. "She feels the same. I am sure of it."

Nodding, you lead the Prince to your wrinkled sheets, wrapping yourself in his embrace as you lay down. The lust between your thighs was still there, but one question raged in your mind, creating a cavernous feeling of anxiety.

What would happen if they forced Aegon onto the throne?

You were his strength yet also his weakness. Lord Otto and Queen Alicent could use his love for you if they found out and twist his thoughts until nothing was left but their schemes. You dreaded the inevitable discussion of this scenario with Aegon, but it did not feel as heavy as you believed it would. He loved you. You understood that now, but the haunting shadow of doubt and failure lurked within the corners of your mind.

"Aegon," you spoke, voice sounding smaller than intended, "what would happen if they tried to crown you even though you do not want it? What would become of us?" Tears pricked your eyes, unable to withhold your genuine emotions any longer.

"I will not let them. I shall die before they put us against each other. I will have no reason to continue without the only person who cares for me," he answered plainly, voice holding a finality.

You turned your head to meet his, the Prince's stare hard with determination. "I do not wish you to die for me. I want you to live for me." Aegon returned your gaze, tenderly mirroring your actions from earlier and tucking a lock of ebony hair behind your ear. "For as long as I exist, someone will love you."

He grinned crookedly, pecking your forehead. "What do you suggest we do, little dragon?" he asked, laying back onto your goose-down pillows.

"I have a notion of who could help us. I've spoken to her about this subject before, but if she is no longer willing..." you trailed off, doubt festering in your mind. "I will find a way or make one."

With a resolute purpose settling into your bones, you took a calming breath, curling into Aegon's side with a sigh. Time was of the essence. Viserys was living with the Stranger at his bedside, and at any hour, he could leave this plane, but for right now, at this moment, all that mattered was the fair-haired boy humming faintly in your ear.

***

Winter was at its peak, yet no snow fell, unlike Dragonstone. You received ravens from your family regularly, detailing their life back home. Jace's fifteenth nameday had passed, and Luke's fourteenth. You could not attend both small celebrations due to your Father's wishes. It hurt not to fly to see them; it would only take a day, but Daemon explained the precarity of the late-season months. The King's health declined, and the cold only worsened his condition.

These were the sacrifices you made for the good of your kin and the kingdom, and as any obedient child and daughter of the realm, you bore them with a stiff lip. Yet there were moments like this, your moonlit child resting in your lap as he gazed out of the library window. This made those sacrifices painless.

"At the time of the Rhoynish Wars, Nymeria ruled in Ny Sar. During the Second Spice War, Prince Garof Chroyane united the nobility in a grand alliance against the Valyrian Freehold," you read from the History of Rhoynish Wars by Beldecar.

"Only Princess Nymeria spoke against him, warning the other princes that they could not win the war. However, the other princes shouted her down and joined their strength to Prince Garin, and even Nymeria's own warriors were eager to join his cause."

It was inevitable that Aegon was not listening, his fingers fidgeting with the ring you gifted him his first nameday with you, but it was no bother. You knew that this was his only moment of peace from his duties, which he was tending to as of late. Otto unthinkingly took it as a sign that he was finally preparing to become the heir he and many of the lords wished him to be.

"Princess Nymeria led her fleet of ten thousand ships down the Rhoyne, past ruined towns and fields of corpses. To avoid Volantis and the dragonlords, Nymeria chose an older channel and emerged into the Summer Sea, where the city of Sarhoy once stood. The following voyage was long and gruesome, and more than a hundred ships sank in the first storm they encountered. More were taken by fear and turned back, only to be captured by slavers out of Volantis. Others fell behind or drifted away and were never seen again."

Aegon released a puff of hair, turning his neck into an awkward position to look at the hand-painted illustration of the Princess setting sail with her ships. "That seemed to work rather well for her in the end, didn't it? That's why you travel with dragons and not ships."

You threw a half-hearted scowl at him for his unappreciated anecdote. At least he was listening.

"For three years, Nymeria's fleet wandered the southern seas," you continued. "Nymeria led the Rhoynar first to the Basilisk Isles, where they were attacked by corsairs. She refused the corsairs' offer to settle on the Isle of Toads, and the Rhoynar continued on to Sothoryos, where they struggled to survive at Basilisk Point, Zamettar, and Yeen."

The timbre of voices outside the library doors stole you from your studies, confusion etching your features as to who would be speaking. Ser Erryk posted at the entrance like a sworn protector should, following the commands of Aegon that you should not be disturbed. Just as the voices came, they went, fading into the distance and your mind.

"After an unsuccessful year in Sothoryos, the Rhoynar set sail and travelled again, this time for three years. They were welcomed at Naath, but left when they became afflicted with a deadly illness on the isle. Nymeria led them next to Abulu in the Summer Islands, which became known after as the Isle of Women, but they were unable to grow enough food on the land there."

The Prince perked at that, a mischievous glint in his eyes as you shook your head. "Isle of Women? That has gotten your attention and not the act of a single woman leading a fleet of ten thousand ships?" He chuckled, responding with a flippant shrug, tilting his head and quickly pecking your lips as an apology for his boyish antics.

"After years of arduous journeys full of storms, disease, and slavery, Nymeria led the surviving Rhoynar to Dorne in southern Westeros. Some Rhoynish ships landed on the Stepstones or surrendered to slavers from Lys and Tyrosh, but the remaining ships landed at the mouth of the Greenblood in Dorne. Nymeria made common cause with..." You turned the page to find the next missing, torn from its spine.

Perplexed, you flipped the bleached parchment back and forth as if the missing piece would appear with enough persistence.

"Go on," Aegon said, removing the ring from his finger to inspect the glowing gem in the sunlight shining through the window panes.

You skimmed through the pages, hoping to find the missing words somewhere, but had no luck, letting out a huff of annoyance. "I cannot, Aegon. A page is missing."

He sat straight, glancing at the jump in history. "Well, it appears like she creates a war in Dorne," the Prince chortles, snatching the tome and placing it beside him. "It does not matter, little one. We already know of the history and I am sure there are plenty of books that are far more entertaining than that. Have you read the Loves of Queen Nymeria?"

Playfully rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms, your lips smirking downward as Aegon batted his eyelashes impishly. No matter his age, he would remain a newly bloomed lad with thoughts regarding that of raunchiness. It was one of the many attributes you adored of his, though many viewed it as a vice.

"I love you, my pet, despite your boyishness," teasing, you failed to hide the grin splitting your face. You could not be cross with him. You spent far too long denying yourself from feeling such a thing. Gods be damned if you allowed it to happen again.

Aegon scooted closer to you on the plush settee, forms barely a centimeter apart as you became one, mouths ravenous for each other. You were unsure when you began to miss his touches, the caress of his lips on yours. It left you breathless and filled with indescribable joy within your gut. You wanted to be one with him, one heart, one body, one mind, one soul. You wished towed before the Seven, your hands bound and palms touching.

It was not something you would have, you realized with great melancholy. The threat of Dalton Greyjoy's proposal still hung cumbersomely over your heart, mind running out of witty things and excuses to give him before he grew tired of your procrastination.

Aegon relinquished your tongues from their dance with a sharp breath, hand traveling up the expanse of your thigh, clothed in a thick layer of swirled nacreous fabric until he reached the filleted embroidery of your bodice. His thumb gingerly caressed the area where your bud would poke, peppering kisses down your neck.

The doors to the library opened, abruptly ending the Prince's assault on your skin. You both glanced at Ser Erryk, annoyed, Aegon refusing to pull away in the presence of one who swore to keep his secrets.

"Forgive the intrusion, Your Grace, but the Queen wishes to speak with you both."

Aegon slowly retreated, missing the warmth you radiated in these icy months. "Eck," he scoffed with ire, sliding a respectable distance away. "Let her come."

As soon as the knight left, Queen Alicent appeared, a grim look on her heart-shaped features and fists clasped together with raw cuticles. "What is it you wish to say, Mother? I am currently studying the life of Queen Nymeria. Did you know she led an army of ten thousand to Dorne?"

"Yes. I did, my son," the Queen nodded primly. "She married Mors Martell soon after she landed."

"Ah," you acknowledged, swiftly attempting to end the increasing tension between the pair, "that is who she wed. A page was missing from the tome, as if someone tore it."

Alicent's gaze quickly went to the opened book on the settee, large chestnut eyes welling with unnamed emotions. She stared far longer than necessary as you and Aegon shared a questioning look. You shifted, ankles crossing just as your Septa taught you before she finally fixed her sights on your unsuspecting form.

"I have matters I would like to discuss with the Princess," she suddenly stated, a shadow casting over her face, "if you will allow me, my son." The title sounded unused and stiff, Alicent's knuckles turning pale.

Aegon opened his mouth to disagree, but you stopped him with a reassuring smile and nod. He reluctantly stood, his dissent evident. "As you wish, Mother."

He stood, dusting off his wrinkled trousers as he cast you one last glance. Seeing no regret, the Prince exited but did not stray far, slouching against the wall beside Ser Cargyll.

"What did you wish to discuss with me, my Queen?" you inquired politely, back straight and pearl necklace glinting in the light.

She flashed a forced smile, appearing more like a grimace as she sat at the other end of the furniture. The piece was slightly longer than your height, but the distance between you felt like an age. Alicent's vision was misty as she observed your features.

Your style choices differed significantly from when you first arrived at the keep. Typical Targaryen reds and blacks were now switched to those creams and gold, and Dragonglass Valyrian steel jewelry was replaced with elaborate chains of diamonds, rubies, and pearls. It was lavish for her taste, too yellow and grand, unlike her pious green. It seemed like something Aegon would wear. Her expression soured at the idea.

"You have been here for some time, yes?" The Queen began, your face etched with unasked questions. "And in turn you have grown close to my son."

You nodded solemnly but with hesitancy. Where was this headed?

"You know that I discovered his affections when I requested your aid for his twentieth nameday. While I can never repay you for preventing the embarrassment his absence would've brought, I do believe that your allowance in serving on the King's Small Council is enough," she said, words Alicent had swallowed vomiting past her lips.

Having an idea of what she was slowly getting towards, your mood changed. You crossed your arms displeasedly, no longer confused and open to the conversation.

"You have missed much of your brothers' ascent into maturity. Jacaerys and Lucerys are nearly men now, and I do not want you to feel obligated to stay here and live without them," the Queen expressed. It was false sincerity. "After all, our kin is all we have."

Unable to hide your scoff, you stood, rolling your eyes as you faced Alicent. "Unlike you, I do not enjoy the pomp and circumstance of courtly talk. 'Tis better to yank the rooting tooth instead of waiting for it to decay. Speak plainly so that we may not prolong this more than necessary," you declared with squared shoulders.

Alicent cleared her throat, shifting her weight and briefly fidgeting with the golden Seven-Pointed Star enveloping her throat.

This is what she despised about you, Targaryens. There was no tact, no appreciation for what separated the nobles from the small folk. Where was your sense of duty? Simple manners and a correctly placed smile could do far more than the threat of steel.

"I had hoped we could discuss this with more propriety, but I see that is something you Targaryens do not understand," she spat. Her poisonous words shot through your heart, momentarily stopping it and widening your eyes into a dumbfounded expression. "You must leave King's Landing. Your presence here is not a welcomed one if it indeed was."

You took her words as a challenge, a threat from an opponent. If you were on the battlefield, the glint of metal and blade slash would have stopped the Queen from finishing. She was fortunate that she was married to the king.

"You do not have the authority to send me away, Alicent," you snarled, losing all respect for her title. "What would your husband, the King, say should he discover you're attempting to exile his daughter's ward?"

She brushed off the thought, large brown eyes staring up at you with an unaffected disdain, as if you were nothing more than the slop underneath her finely crafted shoes. "There is no need for you now that Rhaenyra has promised to return on dragonback. I suggest you go to your chambers and alert the servants of your departure," she sighed, rising from the plush cushions in finality. "It is best we do this in a timely manner so as not to cause any unnecessary attention."

Your stare narrowed, lips pursing as you stepped toward the Queen. "Unnecessary attention? You mean for me to leave like a rat in the night so your son will not know."

Alicent should have expected this reaction. It was in her nature to hope for the good within people, yet time and time again, she was proven there was none.

"I shall not leave King's Landing nor will I ever. Aegon is my kin and someone I hold dear. I will never abandon those I love."

You shouted with much conviction, and it nearly swayed Alicent into believing you, but she knew better. She knew you had no love for her child; you were using him. You were an extension of Daemon and his ambitions. At a time, she pitied you for it, seeing a reflection of herself, but that softness had hardened under the realization that your actions affected her child.

"You people do not know of love," she laughed coldly. "Duty is love. Obedience is love. I will not allow your rot to afflict my son as Rhaenyra did me. You will leave King's Landing by order of the Queen."

Alicent missed the slip of her words until a blanket of silence covered the library. She said something no one was ever to hear, not even Rhaenyra. It was something she denied in the early years of her girlhood when days were packed with nothing but the yellow sun in the sky and silver hair in her fingers. What had she done?

What had she done?

Your steps were calculated as you stood barely a pace away from the Queen. It made sense now why your Mother would be unable to meet your gaze when you brought up Alicent, why the Queen would speak in such a way that left you puzzled. They were in love, at least at one point in time. You were unsure if either of them knew what the other felt or if they understood what that love was.

The overzealous religious imagery of the Keep was Alicent's guilt for what the gospel preached as a sin from the Seven. You almost felt sympathetic for her, but her projection of the inner turmoil she had inside turned into your punishment. You had no sympathy.

"Love can often be mistaken for hate," you spoke. It was something you knew far better than most.

The Queen balked at your words, still reeling at the notion of her confession and the potential consequences that would arise from them. You were not cruel. Even to those who deserved it, you now realized as you bid farewell.

"I shall reside in King's Landing until my Mother acends the Iron Throne, and even then, I will still be here," you proclaimed with your chin held high, Knowing she could not protest. "Good day, Your Grace."

And with a definitive curtsy, head and knees dipping low in mock reverence, you exited the library, book long forgotten as it lay open to the torn page.

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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?

Tagged: @f4ll-for-you @prettyblondguys

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.

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snowprincesa1 · 8 months

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Aegon’s Christine

Fannon!Aegon ii Targaryen x F!singer!Reader

{phantom of the opera Inspired AU} [part 1/2]

Summary: Aegon obsesses over a singer in the streets of silk. (Read part 2 here)

Warnings‼️ obsessive/toxic relationship, mean Aegon, mentions of wh*res, slight nsfw

Aegon Targaryen’s comfort had been the streets of silk, he had only ever known the comfort of being held by whores who held him to their chests simply for the coin. It was lonely to say the least. He thought his life would have been spent in such a way. An endless cycle, waking up miserable with tonnes of duties he would never really do. He would swallow the insults and jabs thrown by his family, he would feel guilt for not being a good son to his mother. A good brother to his siblings. A good prince to his people. But then he would drown his guilt and sorrows away in the cup. Aegon was used to either pity from the nobility or the mocking stares from the folk. Quite frankly speaking he was ashamed of it, ashamed of himself.

At some point he accepted that this would be his fate. His mother, the lady Alicent had been searching for potential brides befitting his station. Lannisters, Tyrells, even the idea of Helaena as his bride had been proposed but Aegon strongly dismissed it. He would not pull his sister down with him in his endless misery and wanton acts.

That all changed one night, when he sneaked out of the palace through the secret getaways constructed by Maegor. Then he saw you. At a small play. A beautiful singer around his age with a voice he believed only angels would possess. He remembered a character from one of the books Helaena would read “Christine” a nightingale in human form. Aegon could not strip his eyes away from you. You donned a white gown, it was rather plain with no rich design but oh, Aegon thought to himself that he would never think another so enchanting as he thought of you. Your beauty, your talent was unmatched. He had to know you. He had to follow you. He just had to. His mind was filled with future possibilities. The small folk clapped half heartedly at your singing. Aegon underneath his black coat clapped the hardest gaining your attention.

You looked to him and smiled, how could anyone smile as lovely as you could? How could Aegon return back to the dull ladies his mother would force him to socialise with? Oh how you vexed him. Aegon made sure to follow you that night. Pushing through the crowd careless of his own safety.

“A woman of your beauty should not roam these streets alone” Aegon said hoping to gain your attention. You swiftly turn around to see the hooded masked figure the darkness of the night concealing his face.

“Who are you?” You asked suspiciously taking a step back. Aegon within felt offended over the fact you didn’t remember him within the crowd but he paid no attention to it.

“Just a traveller wishing to spend the night in the company of a woman” he said irking you as you took a few steps away from him.

“I am no whore” you spat back at his hidden insinuation of his line.

“Then why are you here performing on these streets?” he chuckled. “It’s quite alright, I’ve never seen you here before.” he said sizing you up “quite a pretty thing, where do you hide my lady?” He said walking up to you pushing you closer to a wall, a dead end. He would not have you run. Not now that you have peaked his interest.

“Quiet now are we?” He chuckled “is that all you do? You sing? For money”

“Judging from the way you speak I suppose you are some rich lord who does not understand a days worth of hard work” you spat out “I do not have to stay here for this” she said pushing away.

“Now my Christine, I never said that” he hummed.

“My name is not Christine!” You retorted.

“What if I told you I am someone of high status? Someone who can gift you luxuries even the high class dream of? For a simple price”

“I thought you were a traveller? I respectfully decline” you said firmly. You did not like this man. You despised the way he spoke and belittled you. Aegon in the other hand loved the thrill he experienced on the fear and interest you exuded.

“What if I offered you gold in exchange of your voice?” money was something that was scarce in your household. Your family members barely made any, you did not wish to sell yourself on the streets of kingslanding so you tried to work as a singer, singing in plays and playing instruments. You should take this up. Not for yourself but for your family. A chance to make an actual money and rise through society…

“Who are you? I need a name if I am to decide..”

You recognised him from the crowd earlier when you saw the mask he wore to hide his face. A white one which matched the colour of your gown. His eyes under the shadow of his hood..were they a shade of purple?

“You don’t have much of a choice pretty thing, but if you wish refer to me as the Phantom”

The phantom would come to you every night and listen to you sing. He had a slight interest in your voice and music but it was you he really ever came for. As the nights etched on the two of you grew closer. He never showed his face, and he wore a mask.

You knew he was probably someone from an important house, that much was clear. As the nights went on he began to demand for you to comfort and console him. He always felt tempted to reveal his true identity but decided against the idea. If you knew the real him; the prince that was a laughing stock. A disaster. Someone who everyone either took pity or laughed at. He shivered at the thought. Aegon felt control for once in his life when with you. He felt powerful. He felt like a king when he spent the nights in your company.

You would play his choice of music in the rented room as he lounged on the bed “more” he would demand. He never grew bored of you, he could never have enough of you. He needed to possess you. He wanted you. He needed you. Somewhere deep down ‘twas not only he who had control over you but you as well.

And for some reason he didn’t mind it.

He liked having you around. He liked having you talk, he liked having you read to him, he liked having you dance and sing for him. He liked having you in his bed every night.

As for you? You had a rich client who you may or may not have complicated feelings for. He was always so quiet only ever opening his mouth to command for something. Just as a prince would. You would catch a glimpse of his lips curling under his mask and hood and that sent a shiver down your spine. He made you feel special and important. You a lowly common woman. You tried to keep it a professional relationship you really did. But when his hand slid up your thigh all warning flew out of the window. Next thing you know you’re in his lap. His strong hands embracing you and touching you. He took you against every wall, every table, the floor. However he commanded that you be blindfolded much to your disappointment. You grew sensitive to his touch. You longed to see the man who hid under the mask. You begged and pleaded but he refused. He trusted you, but not enough because after all you were just a common woman he would abandon for some high lady when the time came.

The thought left a sour taste on your tongue. An unhappiness. You cursed yourself for ever getting involved with a man you could never be with. The more conscious you grew to his every action. Will he leave me today? Tomorrow? When? Will I be okay when he is gone? It wasn’t even about the money anymore. In fact you refused to take payment after the first half of the year.

“my voice costs nothing, thing of it as a gift to you, Phantom”

Of course Aegon didn’t care to listen. Instead he thought of new ways to bring gifts. Expensive fabric, jewellery, and even a valyrian steel necklace. How could you refuse a gift he puts so much effort in?

“I have no use for it, it might as well be yours” he would simply shrug saying. If only you could see his face. Your curiousity would be quenched. Somewhere deeper you knew if you ever saw his face you’d fall hopelessly in love, and you wouldn’t want to make your life more difficult than it already is. His touch, his voice, him being there was enough. You could not be greedy and want more. More of him.

“I’ve been invited to the red keep” you gushed to Aegon “to sing before the queen Rhaenyra and her family..the Targaryens”

“I had no idea” the man in the cloak said a small smirk forming on his face.

“Will you be there..for the performance?” You asked him curiously.

“Perhaps” he shrugged planning on keeping his intentions secret.

“And will you be wearing this ridiculous cloak and mask in the red keep as well?” You asked smirking.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, perhaps you should put it to good use for me” he said pulling you into a passionate fulfilling kiss all while covering your eyes shut.

“So you will attend?” You asked confirming sheepishly

“If you want me to” he said his hands holding the skin of your arms.

“I would love for my favourite customer to come for my performance”

“You have other customers?” It threw him off guard. The thought was an uncomfortable one for him but he chuckled pushing strands of your hair behind your ear to kiss your forehead “I doubt that very much”

“Yes ones that don’t hide their identities such as you”

Gods how Aegon loved the way you spoke.

“Perhaps you might recognise me at the ball” Aegon smirked “if you are as smart as you always claim to be”

“You dare!” You laughed feigning offense at his statement.

“Do not disappoint the Targaryens, Christine~” he said sending you a sly smirk. You could feel it exuding from his being. As he walked out to the streets, he always left before the sun arose. You wondered when you would see him next.

“What an asshole” you said smiling to yourself.

Everything would change for the better at the ball you hoped.

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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𝕴𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ ɪɪ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: lots of fluff, making out and touching, Aegon caring for reader, mentions of intimacy. Aegon and Reader being horny little shits. Mid smut but its just boob grabbing.

Author’s note: in this version, Aegon and reader end up together. They’re a drunk version of Morticia and Gomez in a way.

Ever since you were young, Aegon and you had formed a bond. You both were the black sheep of the family while Helaena and Aemond were praised by both your mother and Grandsire. You were both often spotted together, drinking or just hanging out drunk.

Your mother had thought of betrothing her oldest son to her precious Helaena but she thought about it, she changed her mind. She decided to betroth you and Aegon, since she thought you’d make a better match. Once you had found out about this, you and Aegon celebrated by going to the local tavern you would go to, and celebrate your betrothal. That same night, you had bought an Inn, and you have given him your maidenhead, he already had lost his but he was honored into having yours.

The night of the ceremony, you both drank and drank until you were both dragged to your now shared bed chambers. The whole night non of you slept, you were performing the husband and wife act all night until the next morn. You both woke up with a massive headache and the sheets were allover the place. The night was wild, as a way to get ‘rid’ of your headache you went at it again until late noon.

Outside the bedroom, you both made it obvious how badly you both desired one another. Often been spotted kissing and touching each other not caring who would see what the both of you were doing. Then you were with child, it would of happened soon since you both went at it like rabbits.

During your pregnancy, Aegon was always with you, hugging you and caressing your growing stomach. He was happy that you were swollen with babe. He did not care if it was a boy or girl, he wanted to be a part of that child’s life, and love them, unlike his mother, he’ll actually show interest in his child’s life.

Years past, you had two children, a son and a daughter. Your son being named Meagor and your daughter named Daenerys. You were happy with your life, you had two beautiful children and a loving husband.

During the petition of Veamond Velaryon, you and Aegon were not paying attention, he had an arm wrapped around you and he was teasing you by whispering things into your ear, making you giggle. When Veamond’s head was cut clean off, you tried so hard not to laugh while the rest of your family was shocked. After you and your husband were scolded by your mother for being disrespectful but didn’t care. Before the dinner, you and Aegon went to your bedchamber for a round intimacy, going as many times until it was time.

You wore a red gown that exposed your neck and collarbones, as well as a pair of earrings that your husband had gifted you. Aegon loved seeing you in that gown, if it weren’t for the dinner he would of ripped the dress and taken you on the spot. He also loved your short hair,, he loved how it framed your face and how you exposed a lot of your skin to him.

During the dinner, you were both jesting at one another, laughing loudly and drinking. It it weren’t for the people that were in the room, he would lay you on the table and ravish you. But of course, your bother Aemond prevented the both of you from eating each other’s faces.

Aegon had pulled you up for a dance, but you were both drunk and were dancing poorly, nearly falling to the floor laughing. Then the bawl happen, your nephew punching your brother and husband slamming your younger nephew face on the table. After you went to check on the children and bed them good night.

In your bedchamber, you were getting ready for bed while you husband had come in. He walked towards you and began to kiss your neck, making you giggle. “Aegon, we had enough for tonight” you said making you giggle as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Come on love, one more? Please?” he begged, you loved when he begged. Then he moved his hands up to your swollen and breasts, gentle squeezing them lightly. This made you moan, feeling his tongue run up your neck behind your ear, kissing and biting your ear.

“Aegon, I'm still sore, I'm surprised that I was able to walk to the dinner!” you laughed as his lips began to peck at your face. “Fine, can I at least kiss my wife?” he asked, giving you a puppy eyes look. “Of course, dear husband.” You said as you got up and walked over to the bed. As soon as you sat on the bed, Aegon had launched at you. Attacking your face with kisses and making you laugh. After that you both began to kiss, sloppily, your tongues dancing with one another, exchanging spit. He had also touched you allover your body, feeling all of you up and down.

Later, you both fell asleep, tangled with one another, but after Aegon had left somewhere. You whined at the lack of your husband not being in bed with you until you were woken up by him. “Y/n, my love, wake up” he said as he lightly shook you. “Mm? Aegon? What is it?” you asked opening your eyes and seeing his worried expression “our father is dead!” he whispered yelled. “He is dead?” you asked confused “yes, he is dead, and they want to make me King” he said worriedly “I don’t want to be King Y/n” he admitted. You pulled him into a hug to calm him down but he pulled away to look at you.

“Let’s run away” He said with a smile on his lips “run away? But where?” you asked as he cut you off “To the free cities! To Essos or Yi Ti anywhere! We’ll take our children with us! We’ll live in peace, the four of us!” he said as you talked confused. “What of the throne? What of our mother and grandsire?” you asked. “To fuck with them, I don’t care about the throne! I care about you. They can make Aemond king for all I care, I just want you and our children” he said as he hugged you close to him.

You thought about it, he didn’t want to be King, he never wished on being King. He wanted a life with you and his children. Away from politics and everyone who had put him under the pressure on being the next Ruler. You finally agreed, this made Aegon happy, you both will live a happy and peaceful life with your children. Away from those Vouchers you call Mother and Grandsire.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 20 days

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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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demigoddessqueens · 11 months

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afternoon ride

Summary: The king and you take some time together, aside from riding dragons.

A/N - these BTS screenshots are my crumbs until S2 premieres

Dragon riding made him feel powerful. Soaring above the clouds when the sun met her skies, he felt like a conqueror.

It felt tenfold whenever you flew with him. Hair whipping in the wind and your hands clinging tightly to his along Sunfyre’s reins.

The intimacy of such feelings made him feel small, but still seen, whenever he was around you.

The union you two had with each other was just that, an arrangement, but in time you warmed up to each other.

From the small talk to the fleeting moments where you offered him a kind look, Aegon felt that his time was you was too short at times.

Small meetings and words evolved into the days and hours that Aegon could never imagine to part away from. You were his person that made his heart feel full in a drab world that left him jaded.

Horse riding for the afternoon was becoming an acquired taste to Aegon, so much so that he had gifted you one. A long overdue wedding gift, he’d like to boast.

Soft fur and a silken mane that fell like silk between your fingers. Tall and proud with her tawny colors, your stead was a contrast to his pale ride.

Aegon admired how you carried yourself, completely in your element and glancing towards him with your graceful looks.

The sun perfectly illuminated your hair as it shone through the tree branches. You entertained his smitten gazes with a few looks of your own.

“How are you faring this evening, my beloved?”

He pulled to your side reaching out to grasp your hands that held the rains.

“Better, always, now that I’m here with you.”

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sunfyresrider · 1 year

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Love & Ruin 2

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x You (daughter of Rhaenyra) Warnings: cursing, smut, dubcon, more smut, manipulation, possible murder, obsessive tendencies, incest, SEVERE mental illness, helaemond is canon, failed plots, a disaster wedding, just targ things, too many warnings to count honestly Word count: 10k Note: I am a bad person. Im sorry it took me so long to finish but my life is a cluster fuck of bad and worse and it is a blessing I havent yeeted myself into hell. Pt three is alr in the works unlike this one. PS Helaena's and Aemond's plan did work. I just didn't directly mention what it was...yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy (if you're still interested) Tags: @lovelykhaleesiii @caffein8me @llearlert @introverbatim @ladybug0095 @yazzzmints @heavenly1927 @rinirinse @aelora-a (srry it didn't let me tag some of you.)

“Be quiet,” Aegon growled into the ear of the whore he chose to warm his bed this morning. The squelching sounds of his thrusts slamming into her cunt echoed throughout the room. She stifled a moan and dug her teeth into the pillow below her head. Her voice did nothing, only reminded him he wasn’t you. Aegon tried to get girls who resembled you but none pleased him the same.

Today was an especially bad day for Aegon and mayhaps he was taking it out on the whore too much. Her cheeks were stained red from his slaps and surely her cervix would be bruised by how hard he was pounding himself into her. He had good reason though; you were returning home.

It took five years, but he almost was able to move forward with his life. You still plagued him in his dreams and there was a constant tugging at his heart everytime your name was brought up. You simply existing reminded him of the only time he was ever happy, and he clung to the memory like a baby clings to their mother's tit.

His family was very determined to keep you away. It worked successfully, he hadn’t heard nor seen from you at all. Every letter, every flight, every potential unsavory way of stalking your whereabouts was immediately dispelled. That was only within the first year, at some point he gave up. Aegon knew you would come back at some point; you were in love with him. But days, weeks, months, and years passed and still he received nothing.

The idea they had turned you against him murdered the last bit of hope he had. It was one of the many things that formed him into the ‘monster’ everyone believed him to be. The first was being born the first son yet being ignored for his elder sister his entire life. The night at Driftmark was the second trauma that seared a mark into his heart and brother's face forever. The third was the forceful marriage to his sister.

Aegon scarcely remembers that day or the night afterwards. He used milk of the poppy to ease his mind to the point he could hardly stand during the vows… he doesn’t know if he actually attended the first dance. He does remember the bedding and it makes his skin crawl.

He was forced to walk into and perform his own rape. He didn’t want it and would never want it. There was no daydream or drug strong enough to make him forget. It was awful in every sense of the word. Aegon cried during it and then he cried after it. No matter how much he scrubbed himself in the bathing chambers he could not free himself of the feeling of disgust. Then there was the overwhelming guilt that came after.

Aegon never touched her again, never really interacted with his own children. Why would he? He was an accomplice in her suffering as much as his own. She didn’t want to marry him either, she didn’t want to bear his children. He could never be a good husband, lover or anything of the sort to Helaena. She deserved it, he thought, to have someone who could care for her. Someone who could love her like a wife… not like a sibling.

But that would never be him and it ate him alive like the disease killing their father. She was too kind, too pure for him or any other man at court. She was stupid, yes, but with a larger heart than any of the women he’s met combined. Yet, he never brought himself to do his duty to stay loyal and cherish her like Alicent told him to. The only good thing he ever did for Hel was leaving her alone, it made her happy to be free of him. In truth, it would make everyone happier if the world was rid of him completely.

Maybe his life wasn’t over yet, maybe there was still a shred of hope for him left in the world. The reason he used to be happy was returning to him. Even if it was to marry another man… He could sort that out easily enough. When Aegon first heard the news, he wasn’t as calm. He

He could take back what was his and become the man everyone wants him to be… Or he’ll drag you down into his depravity with him. It didn’t matter, either option was a severe improvement from the existence he was currently suffering.

“Are you ready to be back?” Jacaerys inquired whilst trying to tame the loose curls on his head. The carriage ride from the doc to the keep had proved to be dreadfully long and boring. Luke was seeping anxiety that made the entire car tense. ‘Aemond, Aemond, Aemond, he’s gonna take my eye! He’s gonna kill me if I go back!’ The chants of a scared kid really did threaten to send you over the edge. ‘Just apologize, Lucerys... He’s not going to do anything while grandsire is alive. Nothing is going to happen, just say sorry before it does.’

Everything you said fell on deaf ears. His fear was expected, he took his uncle's eye and received no punishment. Granted, after hearing both sides it seemed inevitable for someone to get gravely injured. You still genuinely believed or at least convinced yourself a simple apology might just keep Luke alive for a few more years. “No brother, I would rather be at home,” you muttered in a near whisper.

Jace, always the obedient son, was oozing confidence completely unbothered by the situation. He learned that from Daemon, never let them see you falter, especially the Hightower cunts. “It’s because of him, isn’t it?”

Your heart clenched, a sorrowful reminder of your childhood beginning to boil to the surface. A whirlwind of memories threatening to break you.

You learned how truly codependent you were on your uncle. Without him you had become a shell of whatever it was you once were. Your insecurities reigned supreme as you had an insatiable need for approval from everyone. That meant doing everything you were asked and then some to become the greatest version of yourself you could be. You took care of people, especially your brothers whom you felt the full burden for. You were the eldest and you allowed them into a situation that got them hurt and another child maimed.

It wasn’t just your insecurities; your moods would take a turn quicker than before. At the drop of a hat, you could be raging or hysterically crying. Sometimes you didn’t even understand why. You became obsessive over little things that didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things. For example: how your dresses were fitted, how your hair was styled, and what you ate and drank. It wasn’t in the front of your mind at the time, but you did things in the way he always preferred.

Without him, deciding on things became hard. You never needed to think before because he did it for you. Not only that but you became a chronic liar. It wasn’t on purpose, sometimes things would just slip out. You were great at denying any problems you had and chalking them up to your blood moon. You denied any relationship with Aegon and defended him more than he deserved. Especially since he so carelessly abandoned you. No letters, no visits, he left you with fucking nothing. You started to convince yourself you never loved him; it was just pity. You had a burning desire to rescue him and mistook it for genuine affections.

Four years ago, almost to this very day the invitation to the prince and princess’s wedding had just reached your doorstep. You learned that day just how much you did love him because when the letter was read you cried so much you vomited. You stopped eating, stopped sleeping, stopped doing all the things you love and rotted in your bed waiting for the pain to subside… Or for the stranger to take you.

The image of him touching her the same way he did you, the idea of him whispering the same things he did to you, the way she would cry out his name like you did… It made you want to rip your hair out and peel your skin off. She probably had an extremely elegant dress; the throne room was probably filled with music and guests, and they would ride their dragons together to show off their union… You tore all the clothes he liked to shreds and punched a hole in your mirror…

Originally, you never had any disdain for your exceedingly kind and misunderstood aunt but now it was pure untamed hatred. The jealousy was incredible, truly you would be confined to a prison cell if you acted on the things you thought up.

You could kill both of them and end the war before it even started. You prayed she would miscarry the twins, it didn’t happen. You prayed he would get too drunk and die from alcohol poisoning, obviously it didn’t happen. You prayed the entire keep would be set on fire and everyone within it would die burning in flames just as your father did… it did not.

You were never good enough for him. He abandoned you and left you to rot after taking something so important from you. You were a fool, a naive idiot. The fear of being abandoned personified ever more when your mother gave birth to two legitimate children. Everyone was going to abandon you and it was driving you insane. You had mastered the art of pretending, no one was able to tell what was underneath the surface.

Jacaerys was really the only person who noticed the change. He was the only one who saw through your lies and facade. And he was the only one who genuinely helped you overcome the complete insanity you had sunk into. He pulled you out from drowning in a sea of madness and kept you afloat ever since. In turn, you felt a little guilty for your wicked thoughts and desires, but you were atoning for them by good will and actions.

Still, sometimes late at night when you were alone, he would come back. The memories would come flooding in and sleep would evade you. He had burned a scar into your heart that never fully healed and probably never would. According to your mother who said the first heartbreak is always the worst and most memorable. You didn’t want to come back. You didn’t ever want to see Aegon Targaryen again.

“No, it’s because- ” You hit your head on the back of the car, knocking the air out of your lungs. The carriage came to a halt, catapulting Lucerys forward into the other seat. Jacaerys bursted into uncontrollable laughter as he rubbed his forehead from the impact.

It was a great start to a visit, a crash landing. Surely, not foreshadowing the rest of your adventure. As you unpiled from the carriage a welcome party stood there waiting for you. It was unexpected, seeing your grandsire there in decent health, you heard he was much worse.

Then there were the Hightowers, looking as if they wanted to be anywhere but here. Your eyes scanned over them one by one, Alicent wore her plastered fake smile as usual, Otto stood too stiffly and only looked at Daemon, Aemond looked ready to murder you all. He was far different from what you remembered, tall, slender, and handsome even with one eye.

Then there was Helaena… Completely disassociated from whatever was happening and mumbling under her breath. You smiled, the rage you felt before when you imagined her was gone. You had actually healed and successfully moved forward. This was good, so great you could even hug her…

Until your eyes moved to her left. The sunken feeling in your chest blossomed into a new monster threatening to devour you. Your smile faded; your heart began erratically pumping blood to all parts of your body. Your knees locked in place trying to keep your balance.

Aegon… Aegon was only ten feet away and yet there seemed to be miles between you. It was a joke, a great joke, he looked more gorgeous than he ever had. His hair was cut to frame his face perfectly, his jaw was more defined, his dark circles brought out the beautiful sea blue that surrounded his pupils.

The smile that adorned his face was larger than any you had seen him wear prior. His eyes twinkled with childlike glee. The corset you wore became suffocatingly tight and the heat in King’s Landing began to make your head spin. Your breathing was rapid, a million emotions coursing their way through your head.

Aegon took a step down the stairs, your body wanted to flee but you were frozen in time. Another step, all the air in your body left you. A third step made all the bile in your stomach rise to your throat. His feet touched the ground, and he strode towards you, the world started to spin, your mind racing with the worst possible outcomes.

You blinked, for a mere second. You reminded yourself it had been five years; he had no hold on you anymore. He was a monster, a terrible man and a worse son. Aegon was not going to get under your skin, you were not going to falter in front of him. You were better now, you moved on, you were mentally healthy…

You opened your eyes, inhaling a deep breath. He was one pace in front of you, “Niece.”

Disappointment, Aegon was riddled with it every day and today was no expectation. He was so excited his soul wanted to jump out of its skin. But no, the second he approached you passed out and all the sudden he was the villain. What could he have possibly done a foot away to make you faint?

Unless you were too excited to see him, your heartbeat too fast and you fainted. It would make the most sense, reuniting with the person you truly love would send anyone over the edge. It almost made him faint when he first laid eyes upon you.

Gods you were so much more beautiful than he could have imagined. You had grown into a gorgeous woman, easily the prettiest one at court. Your eyes sparkled like diamonds, your hair flowed perfectly down your face, and your cheeks still flushed bright pink when you saw him.

Your dress hugged your figure in all the right places and the things he imagined laid beneath made him insatiably horny. Control, he had to remind himself it’d been years and he needed that. It was hard considering the two days you’d been here he had only seen one glimpse. One quick glimpse in the courtyard before you were stolen away again.

Your chambers were only a few hallways away and he could see you anytime he wanted. And yet, Aegon had to plot when to corner you. There was not only a hoard of guards following you around every step you took but Jacaerys clung to your skirts like a lost orphan.

So, he waited and waited… and fucking waited until he was practically ripping the hair from his skull. The lack of your presence was okay on the first day, the second it was tolerable but by the third day it became suspicious. Impatient and spoiled, his mother’s words rang true more and more each day.

It was increasingly clear that it wasn’t just them keeping you from him, but you were putting extra care into avoiding him. What did he do wrong? The stalking? The letters? The gifts that were never opened. It was all obvious professions of love… Why would you be uncomfortable with that?

Aegon was nursing another goblet of wine as he sunk to the floor. His face felt wet as if he were crying… Was he crying? His body to the point of numbness he could not tell any longer. Sadly, it seemed the wine was not working to cure the ever-disheartening thoughts in his mind.

You were going to get married and forget all about him. They hadn’t given him a single opportunity to attempt to carve his way back into your heart and most likely weren’t going to. What was the reason for living at this point? The one thing he yearned to touch was so close yet so far.

He scoffed at himself. Aegon was no tragic poet, but he was beginning to sound like one. It was the alcohol, a new type probably causing his episode. He went to grasp the corner of the table to stand up, but his legs could no longer withstand his weight. The contents on the table along with his own body fell to the floor.

Not one of his proudest moments to date.

“You’re pathetic,” an irritating voice laced with superiority drew him out of his head. “Brother, have you come to visit your- I mean my children? They aren’t here.” Aemond clenched his jaw once, twice until he let out a deep breath. There was no point in arguing with Aegon, there was no winning against someone fueled by pure delusions.

He would never come to see his- Aegon’s children in his room. They would be with their sweet mother far away from the monstrosity they called dad. “We’re all being forced to attend her wedding tourney.”

“When?” Aegon’s eyes lit up and the sunken expression finally lifted. “At dawn,” Aemond took a step back before the smell of wine, sweat and uncleanliness of three days seeped into his nose. “For the love of the seven take a bath!”

Hope, there was still hope left in the world! All of the sudden he had awakened, the whimpering pathetic mess he was a few moments ago was long forgotten. The gears in his brain began turning…

As Aemond strode out of Aegon’s chambers a new plan formed into the mind of the monster himself… “Little brother,” he sang with a cruelty only Aegon could possess. “Will our dear uncle Gwayne be participating?”

Aemond did not loathe his brother as much as everyone believed he did. Yes, he was jealous Aegon the wastrel was first born, and he was not. Yes, he was jealous Helaena was forced to marry the pig instead of him. No, he did not blame his brother for any of this. Solidarity was exceedingly important in times like these, future succession wars and all.

What he learned was, Aegon hated being married to Helaena as much as she did. Aegon didn’t want to be king and would gladly give it to Aemond if the time came. Lastly, as sad as Aegon could be he was fiercely loyal to his family. If it came down to it Aemond knew his brother would die for them… or take an eye instead.

“Has he stopped wallowing in his sorrow?” Even when she insulted people Helaena’s voice sounded like angels in his ear. “No, though he has come up with another borderline war crime plan.” She let out a deep sigh as she fiddled with the needle she used to sew. “Should I ask?”

“He’s urging Gwayne to kill the Fiance before they have a chance to wed.” Helaena stifled a laugh; she should be offended he would dishonor her or even vengeful since her husband dare tried to intervene on another woman’s affairs. Instead, she bit her lip from smiling, “I should be glad she is not as deranged as him or I may not be here today.”

Aemond rose from his seat and sat down next to her. His long fingers gently caressed the side of her face, pushing back the strands that obscured his view of her violet eyes. “I would kill her before she could ever lift a finger.”

Helaena gently tugged Aemond’s hands away from her face, cupping them in her lap. “Aems you are far too serious. She’s still as sweet as a rose I hear…”

There was a sudden silence between them, not uncomfortable in the slightest but eerily still, nonetheless. If Helaena was being honest with herself, she felt terribly for you. She couldn’t imagine what pain he had caused or what exactly he had done to cause you to faint at the mere sight of him.

She could imagine, Helaena simply wished not to burden herself with those thoughts. You were her savior in a weird sense of the word. Because of your existence her brother did not attempt to bed her or force heirs upon her, he did not touch her, he did not bother her unless requested of him. You kept his mind preoccupied, so she wasn’t completely trapped in a horrid marriage such as her mothers. Aegon was a good brother and only a brother… Sometimes she worried what would happen if you ceased to exist.

Still, she was trapped in a marriage. Aemond and Helaena had two vastly different reasons for wanting you around. Helaena wanted to see Aegon content, happy even if they were lucky. And if things happened the way it did in her dreams… Their marriage would be annulled and you two could wed and she could continue to do as she pleased with the father of her children. A fairytale but she was known for being the dreamer.

Aemond simply wanted his brother to get off his fucking ass and do something with his life. He wanted him to stop whoring, to stop pushing away duties, and to start taking matters seriously. The only way he was going to do that was if his favorite toy was promptly returned to him. You also kept Aegon far away from his beloved Helaena, that was merely a bonus.

If he had to choose, obviously he would have not chosen his brother to become obsessed with one of the bastards, it couldn’t be helped anymore. The seeds of whatever drug Aegon made you take to enjoy him had already been planted. The spell you used to seduce him had already begun working.

At the very least you defended them… somewhat. It was enough to make him wish you were dead even less. He had to remind himself, though you were a bastard and related to his sworn enemy, you were also just a woman. As his mother once said, ‘all women are created in the image of the mother and to be spoken of with reverence… And to be treated as such!’

Aemond let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “We’re going to find a convoluted way to help him, aren’t we?” Helaena hummed to herself for a moment, was there any way they could really help you? “Do you believe she is distant because she believes he abandoned her?”

They gazed at each other for a moment, a silent agreement. You were easy to read, at least to the dreamer herself… “Yes Aems, I think we are.”

The dress you were forced into was unbearably tight, the summer sun had seeped through the red fabric and your blood felt as if it was boiling. The royal stand was too crowded, too many unwelcome faces and bodies suffocating you. The noise of horses and knights preparing to show off for your favor made your ears ache. Unbearable, that was the best way you could describe your current predicament.

The fainting spell was enough to have your mother confine you to chambers. She knew, your brothers knew, the Hightowers knew, everyone in the entire keep could see through you both. At every single turn you were specifically swayed far away from your uncle. Absolutely no contact, especially since you were to be married.

That’s what the entire day was for, to celebrate you being sold off to a son of Dorne. If the heat in King’s Landing doesn’t kill you first, then surely the sun there will do the job. You hoped your death would come sooner rather than late.

If the day could not go any worse the sound of someone taking a seat next to you caused you to flinch. You could smell him, practically taste the wine emitting off of him. Then there was the seat to your left, the scent of flowers filled your nose. Your eyes stayed glued to your hands. You didn’t dare move or breathe…

A gentle hand that was as soft as a feather pillow touched yours. “Don’t be nervous.” Helaena, of all the people in the world you did not expect her to say such. Especially now, since you were separating husband and wife or did, they purposely do this to torment you further? “If I’m sitting in your place I can move, princess.”

You kept your head turned to her, trying your hardest to ignore the one sitting far too close to your right. Where was your mother? Your brothers? Where was your family to rescue you? “Nonsense! I purposely asked Jacaerys to let me sit next to you.” To the right, you could feel two violet eyes burning holes into the back of your skull.

“How lovely,” you muttered out trying to find your family from the corner of your eyes. How in the seven hells was he next to you? You turned your body towards the crowd, an invisible shield in your mind blocking you from turning the other way.

Behind you, your entire family was in the row above staring daggers into Aegon. Of course, he stole Lucerys seat before he had a chance to protest. The sound of trumpets blaring, and the weakened voice of your grandsire distracted you, momentarily from the hell you were living in.

A warm and soft hand was placed over your own. Dragging your nails from tarnishing the skin around them. “Afraid your husband to be is going to lose?” It felt as though a bolt of lightning shot down your back. You bit your lip, no you wanted him to lose and potentially be stabbed in a duel. You actually want to be stabbed too right now.

Milk of the poppy was your savior. That’s what had been prescribed to keep you grounded. It’s why you’re not currently on the floor unconscious. It's why you decided to engage in conversation instead of keeping your mouth shut. It's why you let his hands caress your own and bask in the warmth they provided. It wasn’t you; it was the medication.

“Why aren’t you participating in the tourney?” You could feel a smile curve onto his face, though you swore not to look. “Why would I? Do you want me to compete for your favor?” You turned to look at him, shocked by the accusation you would want him of all people competing for you. That was a fantasy of children, a dead one at that.

A mistake was made when you glanced at him. Gods, he was beautiful in the most pathetic way possible. The dark circles, the smug smile, the unruly hair, the piercing eyes and the jaw with just a tad of baby fat encompassing it. You forgot his lady wife sitting next to you, you forgot your family watching you. For a moment, it was just you looking at the pretty monster who ruined you. A shimmer of hope, a memory of childhood championship bubbled to the surface.

“No Aegon, I think you would lose,” you jested. His eyes sparkled; his subtle grin turned into a wide blinding smile. “I think I already have your favor.” Your mouth parted to speak, cheeks brimming red from the implication.

Down below the sounds of cracking shields and screams of pain stifled by armor were becoming the loudest noise. A Blackwood had just begun a duel with a Bracken and… his entrails were staining the tan colored sand a dark shade of crimson. You felt bile rising up in your throat as you unconsciously tightened your drip on Aegon’s hand. An act that didn’t go unnoticed and was quickly returned.

“Not a fan of bloodshed?” His voice sounded softer, almost kind versus his usual unserious tone. He was staring at the side of your face and his eyes shone with mild concern combined with amusement. Aegon was always one for violence, not you. By no means were you against it, seeing the insides of someone’s stomach simply didn’t suit your fancy.

“And the day grows ugly…” Helaena let out a deep sigh as she gazed at the scene below. Her voice made you quickly realize how disrespectful you were being towards their marriage. In a second, your hand was ripped out of his grasp and placed firmly on your lap. Avoid, you avoided both of their looks and your gaze moved strictly forward.

You could have sworn you saw a flash of Aemond’s eyepatch and his fingers patting at her knee. Oddly enough, you were very suspicious of brother and sister relationships considering the family you were born into. Thank heavens you were amongst the normal ones… almost.

“You’re not wrong, Hel. You’re not wrong.” Aegon’s voice had lost all its original sympathetic tone as his lips formed into a pout like a spoiled brat. “Princess! Your favor would surely help me win this tournament if you could be so kind.”

The sound of your fiancés voice made you want to sink into the abyss of your mind and let it swallow you. Maybe even feed yourself to Vhagar much like your late aunt Laena did. Aegon looked worse, enraged and annoyed to the utmost level.

His body moved slowly towards your fiancée, and you swore if looks could kill he would be dead. You didn’t flinch or falter this time. You no longer frowned at the sight of the man you were supposed to marry. In fact, you were bubbling with joy.

The second Martell son held a huge smile while he waited for you to place your favor on his lance. You did your best to make a spectacle out of it, wishing him luck as loudly as you could. Your mother was smiling proudly, surely congratulating herself on a fine match she had made.

She didn’t understand, you weren’t happy because of him. You were happy to see Aegon leaking envy from his pores with the most miserable look on his face. Now he was feeling exactly what you did and it felt fucking fantastic. You gracefully sat back in place with a smile that went ear to ear.

“Would you like to place a bet on who will win, uncle?” He shifted in place, his eyes following the black mare your fiancée rode. “I don’t intend on betting coins, niece.” An awfully smug look creeped onto his face. “What are we betting?”

Aegon leaned into you, so his mouth nearly brushed over your ear. His breath was heavy and laced with confidence. His whispers sent a shiver up your spine that glued you in place. “If Gwayne Hightowers knocks your beloved husband off his horse I get to claim you in front of everyone.”

“…”

Your breath hitched in your throat as the world paused. Heat rose from the tips of your toes to the very top of your head, radiating in all directions. The drugs were no longer keeping your very unstable emotions at bay. Your cheeks were not just flushed by the idea but from the crushing reminder he was not yours to claim. He was stolen from you and didn’t mind until you showed back up. No letters, no secret rendezvous, no gifts on name days or holidays… To Aegon it was always just a game.

A game he was still fucking playing at your own expense. Could he not see he had done enough? He had ruined what sliver of self-respect you had years ago? What else was there for him to take besides your life. Your original despair turned into something hateful, “My husband will win and when he does you have to stay away from me for as long as I’m here.”

His mouth hung agape as he was trying to debate this completely unfair bet. Aegon was going to make a jest, defend himself or anything really before the trumpets blared loud enough for the deaf to hear. “Hmph,” you turned in your seat, stone faced, chin held high, completely ignoring his presence to watch the knights begin to mount their horses.

Ser Gwayne Hightower was wearing a suit of armor and a green cape. Gwayne’s helm was in the shape of a lantern… It looked completely ridiculous. His horse wasn’t stupid, it was a powerful white charger, and his lance appeared to be held firmly in his grip. From all the stories you’ve heard, he was an amazing knight. He’d won many tourneys in the past and nearly knocked down Daemon once.

Your fiancée was on the other side, and he certainly did stand out… The golden decor on his armor was perhaps a bit much and he refused to wear a helm. His horse was beautiful albeit not as powerful as the charger. It wasn’t looking very good.

You were too busy praying to the seven for mercy when the two horses took off. In a flash their lances connected, and poor Quentyn was nearly thrown off. You heard a snicker from the corner, and you whipped your head to stare at the smirk plastered all over Aegon’s face. “Heh look at that!” No fucking way, no way in the names of any god would he get to do anything with you. “Fuck you, uncle,” the venom laced words seeped out of your mouth before you could contain them. Your perfect facade was beginning to break so quickly.

“That can be arranged.” You gritted your teeth and your nostrils flared. Seeing him win in anyway made you want to snatch a sword and shove it right between his fucking…

“We have a winner!”

The crowd erupted into deafening cheers, and you forgot whatever your last thought was. You stood up from your seat to gaze at the ground and surely enough…

“Quentyn Martell has won the favor of the Princess!”

Heh heh heh…. You turned to look at him with a smirk only the divine could wear, “I win.”

He miss stepped, Aegon had completely misread the situation at hand. Her mind had been completely poisoned by those… those cunts! And Gwayne completely fumbled the fucking tourney. This added more layers to the issues already at hand. Firstly, her husband needed to go and fast. Secondly, he had to untaint her mind. Thirdly, how the hell was he going to keep her here with him? Aegon only had a single day and night to do it…

CRASH

Another empty goblet of wine was thrown into the wall. The small shards covered the floor like winter snow tainted by red droplets of wine. The prince was raging and drinking… ceaselessly. “For the love of the seven will you sit down!” Aemond watched unamused, on the edge of storming out himself at this display. It was getting annoying how easily irritated his brother was becoming. Aegon stomped across, “We have to kill him… Preferably sooner rather than late.”

“We could tell the truth about her virtue and have a Septon annul the marriage… avoid making any unnecessary enemies.” Aegon pivoted to stare at Aemond, face void of any signs of agreement. “Yes, and besmirch her reputation in the process… Ha! That will surely make her crawl into my bed.”

Aemond really fucking hated sarcasm above all forms of conversation. “Oh, great manipulative tactician, what exactly were you thinking?” His steps paused as he toyed with the knife he kept on belt. He wasn’t a genius nor was he overly capable of manipulation like his grandfather…

“It can only work if she is obsessed with me again.” The younger brother let out a groan, rubbing his face with both his hands. “What exactly are you planning to do?”

A wicked smirk curled its way onto his lips. His pupils momentarily turned dark, “Not I, dear brother, what are you going to do.” Aemond lowered his hands, so his eye picked through, raising an eyebrow.

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“This won’t do,” Rhaenyra declared as she tossed another necklace laced with jewels onto the floor of your chambers. “Mother!” you gaped as the expensive piece fell to the floor. She pursed her lips together, fingers grazing the delicate jewelry laid before you. “My first born, my only daughter is getting married… Tacky crystals won’t do.” You sunk deeper into your chair, twirling your wet hair in between your fingers.

Rhaenyra closely examined a few more pieces, none of which suited her exquisite taste. She turned to you, her eyebrows creasing together. “You look more pale than usual.” You looked up at her and her eyes were laced with concern. One thing about your mother is that you could never lie to her. She knew you more than you knew yourself. The slightest bit of discomfort she could snuff out and exile it from your mind.

“I haven’t been sleeping well as of late.” Her gentle hands went to comb through your hair. “If you changed your mind and don’t wish to get married, I could always have Daemon, take care of it.” You choked up a laugh, “threatening murder on my wedding day? How very festive.”

A small smile made her lips curve upwards. She let out a breath, plucking a necklace off the counter and holding it to your neck. “Is it him?” The dragon necklace made of diamonds laced with gold details seemed to taunt you. “No, he hasn’t bothered me at all.” A bold-faced lie that your mother could see through instantaneously. Rhaenyra wrapped the necklace around your throat and clasped it in the back. “Really? He seemed to bother you at the tourney.”

The necklace seemed to be choking you though it wasn’t tight at all. It would have been something you wore if you were getting married to him instead. A golden dragon paying homage to Sunfyre… “Just playful banter. Honestly it went far better than expected.”

She looked as if she was about to contest what you said but three knocks at the door caught both your attention. It slowly creaked open revealing a maid no older than fifteen. She stood meekly in the entrance shifting eyes between your mother and yourself.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you; the king requested your presence.” Your mother raised her brow, questioning the situation at hand. You gave a nearly unnoticeable nod, reassuring her everything was all right. She clapped her hands together, “You’re not disturbing anyone! My love I’ll return shortly.”

Rhaenyra strided out the door with the confidence only a queen could possess. You envied the way she carried herself no matter the situation. You slumped back down into your chair staring at yourself in the grandiose mirror. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad having Daemon rid you of your husband… If anything, he would probably take pride in having something to hold over your head.

But a war was brewing, it was an inevitable fact that no one could deny and soon it would be impossible to ignore. You needed the dornish alliance, and you were the perfect bargaining chip… Curse the seven for making you a woman.

“You look like you’re in agony. Already getting the wedding blues?” It’s no use asking how he snuck in, it’s no use asking why he was here, and it’s absolutely no fucking use to start panicking. “Uncle, I thought we had an agreement.” His steps were light, almost frolicking to stand behind your seat in front of the vanity. Aegon’s face was the ideal image of serenity, you couldn’t say the same for yourself.

“It’s your wedding day! Surely, I can offer my congratulations on this joyous day.” There wasn’t an honest way you could describe the pain within your chest. It felt as if a blade had carved a hole within your heart that refused to heal. A dark abyss threatening to swallow you whole. He wasn’t meant to be happy; you were supposed to be cheery. Aegon was meant to pin after you until he died… Not move on and get married, have children, and celebrate your own wedding.

You didn’t feel the tears quietly falling from your eyes or the way your lip was quivering. His hand moved to graze your shoulder, but you jumped out of your seat, snapping your head back to face him. “Don’t touch me!” He put his hands up in mock surrender, “W-woah…”

“Did you come here to torment me some more? Do you revel watching me be so miserable?” He stumbled back, muttering some incoherent apology that fell on deaf ears. “You abandoned me! You left me like a dog and went to go playhouse with your perfect fucking family, perfect fucking wife and two perfect children.”

One of the many things you were shouting must have triggered something within him. Aegon grabbed your shoulders with such force you almost buckled under their grip. He shook you like a child would shake their pet if it stopped listening. “Perfect? Have you become fucking delusional? What part of a forced marriage to your sister sounds perfect to you?!”

“Let me go! Don’t- fucking touch me!” You shouted in between sobs. “No! You’re telling me you’ve been ignoring me for years because you’re fucking jealous?” You swatted at his face, attempting to grab him by his hair to pull him down. Poor idea, Aegon always thought violence was exciting. Somewhere amidst the fight you ended up wrestling on the ground shouting curses at one another.

“I hate you! I would never be jealous of you!” Aegon shiftly straddled you and began fighting to grab your wrists again. To make it all the more unbearable the bastard was smiling. “Bullshit! It’s seeping off of you.” You bit down on his hand that came just a little too close to your mouth. He growled, slamming on wrists behind your head. “Seven hells will you calm down and listen!”

You writhed underneath him, albeit with less screams of curses. This rather pathetic display went on for only another minute before he forced his lips onto yours. It was rough, mainly teeth clashing together and lips fighting against one another. Part of you wished it could continue, to relive your past one more time before you were sold off.

The other part of you bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Aegon relented, a droplet of blood staining his swollen bottom lip. Whatever spell he had put on you had worked; you were quiet and unusually still. “Look at me.” You turned your head to face the wall, refusing to be trapped by those damned eyes. “Look at me!” Begrudgingly, after being shouted at, you looked at him. “My marriage is not happy. I swear on my own life I only bedded her once. I was so drunk I can’t even remember if it truly happened…”

“More lies… You have two children.” He scoffed, looking around the room as if asking the seven for patience. “Oh, for the love of- Do you really think those are mine? Just look at them!” Aegon appeared unbelievably desperate for you to believe him. His eyes frantically searching yours for any comfort…

The twins did appear more similar to one brother than the other… Jaehaera herself was a spitting image of Helaena only. “I don’t believe you…” His face dropped as if you had taken an arrow to his heart. “But it wouldn’t matter if I did. I’m getting married tonight.” A foolish course of action on your part because you gave him hope. A dangerous thing if given to the wrong people and he was by far the wrong person.

He pressed his mouth against you once more, this time his soft lips caressed your own gently. The taste of wine and iron coated your tastebuds, and it wasn’t at all displeasing. It was comforting, like a hug from an old friend. He pulled his right hand away from your wrist, almost giving you time to escape. But the second your arm moved he grabbed it with his left. A gentle, almost comfortable, kiss was turning into a desperate one.

Aegon’s tongue slid into your mouth doing circles with your own. Your breaths quickened as he began to nibble on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth and then kissing it before letting go again. His hands slid down to your thighs, cupping them firmly in his warm palms and massaging their shape. You shivered when his fingers brushed against your most sensitive area, it had been so long since anyone had touched you.

The wedding you were supposed to be attending today became a distant memory as he kissed you senseless. His lips trailed across your jawline and down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his nose grazed yours again you found yourself trembling with need.

“You have missed me,” he whispered breathlessly. You wanted to say no, that your body was betraying you but when his fingers grazed your unclothed cunt all you could mutter was “ah, ah, ah~”

His tongue flicked out and traced up the side of your neck, then back down. He slipped his tongue inside of your ear, and then swallowed down all of your words. His fingers began gently teasing at your clit, sliding between your wet folds, rubbing it painstakingly slow. You whimpered into his mouth, begging him to do more.

Aegon wasn’t supposed to give it all to you so easily but… Forcing in a few fingers was far from all he could do. He began thrusting his fingers in and out of your slick folds, making sure to tease your clit each time. His eye had a wicked gleam to them watching you come undone underneath him, “you think you’ll be happy with another man? You think he’ll be able to please you like I do?”

You opened your mouth but all that came out was a muffled cry. “No one knows your body like I do. No one can ever please you like I do.” His fingers moved swifter curling up to hit the sweet spot inside of you. Your legs buckled around him as you began to moan ceaselessly. A wicked smile took over his features, “be honest with yourself everytime you try to fuck another man you’ll be imagining me, my lips, my tongue, my fingers and my cock inside of you.”

Your arms fell limply by your sides, the world spinning in circles as a delicious haze descended upon you. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his fingers as he continued to push them deeper inside of you. “I’ve already ruined you, what other man could want you? Who do you belong to? Say it!”

“Y-You! Aegon! I belong to you.” You cried out in pleasure, your voice echoing through the room. He pressed his lips against you once more, swallowing all the noises you made as your cunt tightened around his thick fingers. “That’s a good little girl,” He purred as your orgasm washed over you.

“Aegon…” You breathed, your head lolling to the side as he pulled his fingers out of your quivering pussy. He sat up, face returning to its usual expression of complete nonchalant. “I’ll give you time to get all dressed up, recite vows you do not mean with a stranger, dance until your heart's content and then I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine.”

He leaped off of you swiftly, lazily fixing his hair and wiping the blood from his mouth. You propped yourself up on your elbows, “What in the seven hells?” Aegon smiled at you, but it wasn’t one of genuine joy. It was sick with cruel eyes behind it. “You’ll see.”

The seeds of doubt had been planted into your mind and had already begun to sprout. The once joyous occasion was quickly turning into a fucking nightmare. To be Frank, you really wish you were dead instead of standing up here reciting vows you did not mean. It was awkward, unbelievably awkward. For five years your beloved had been pining for you and you were too blind to see it.

Or it was all a sick joke being played on you. Which one was worse you did not know. Your entire family stood there, smiling, your mother nearly on the verge of tears seeing her only daughter preparing to start a family of her own… Gods, is this how Aegon felt all these years knowing he was the disappointment? You had been completely soiled and yet here you stand with your new husband… Aegon’s scent and markings weren’t even fully off of you!

The entire ceremony was eerily calm. No random bursts of violence or protests to your union. Which means your uncle may or may not intend to murder and or maim this man tonight. Any sound of mind woman would be sick at the thought and run for aid… Obviously you were not at all that type of girl. Currently you were jumping out of your skin waiting for him to finally arrive and rescue you.

The only issue was, he never did show up. Not for the first kiss, not for the first dance, not for the speech his father was barely able to make or the feast itself… Did he intend to ignore you until it was all over?

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Aegon was unbelievably late to the wedding celebration. It was on purpose; he had a few loose strings he needed to tie before he arrived. For once he was sober and painstakingly polite as he walked in. It is fair to mention he had the servants meticulously fix his normal disheveled appearance so he could make an impression on you.

When Aegon first entered the great hall, his eyes were immediately drawn to the center of the room, where a grand table adorned in the finest gold sits on a raised dais. The royal table is flanked on either side by rich red tapestries, ornately embroidered with the sigils of the houses respectively. If only he could burn all of the dornish banners with Sunfyre.

As he moved throughout the room, Aegon was struck by the attention to detail. Everywhere you looked, you saw the sign of the union between two powerful houses, a testament to the joyous occasion for which this room has been decked out. It was fucking disgusting and Aegon wanted to puke on it.

The throne room was filled to the brim with Lords and Ladies alike from all across the realm. In the center, just in front of the throne sat the royal table. On the opposing sides of the room were the packed tables for the highly esteemed guests. The middle of the room was cleared for dancing and eventually the marriage itself…

He wished he could throw himself into the spikes of the throne. Instead, he had to slither his way through the crowds to make way to the table. Aegon was tired of waiting, He was tired of hearing your family gawk at the well-made match and he was especially tired of doing nothing. Your husband would be dealt with in due time, but he hadn’t the patience to pretend not to be itching to speak to you, to touch you, anything but sit here and fucking watch.

He finally pulled himself up onto the podium and marched his way in front of you. You seemed stunned, miserable, in awe of his beauty. All of which were better than you being happy to be wed. "I'm insulted you have yet to ask me to dance, uncle." His lips twisted into his usual overly confident smile. “didn’t want to disturb the happy couple so soon.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you stuck out your hand waiting for him to take it. There were stares from certain people of course, those who knew what happened at Driftmark and potentially before. You didn’t really care anymore.

For a moment, he was the perfect gentleman. Placing his hands in only the proper places and spinning you around the floor with ease. If you were a normal family, this would be a sweet interaction between relatives… But you were twisted and Targaryens. “You know, I’m putting more effort into this dance than my own wedding.” You scoffed, “Oh joy, surely no one will find this suspicious at all.”

Aegon’s face mirrored disgust as he glanced around you. “Is something the matter?” He rolled his eyes, "Your dearly beloved is gawking." You stood on your tiptoes to glance over his shoulder. Surely enough, the pretty dornish prince was smiling ear to ear watching you…"Do something about it."

The mischievous look Aegon always wore as a child made its reappearance. It was quick, his hands grasping onto your face and pulling you so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “You would let me dishonor you in front of all these people, bad princess.” You whined trying to lean up into his face, but he pulled back, “tsk tsk, can’t let your husband see you so needy for my affection now, can we?”

You wished he would stop referring to him as your husband. You wished he would stop reminding you of what waited for you after the night ended. “Sister… Prince Aegon.” Jacaerys appeared from behind like a thief in the night. Immediately souring any positive mood Aegon could have been in. He stepped back, letting his hands fall to his sides. “Nephew.” He gritted through his teeth with a subtle bow.

“Princess, would you dance with me?” You glanced between the two and felt the humiliation of the situation beginning to seep in. Your mother was on the high podium with a faux smile and a death grip on her fork observing you… “Of course! Let’s go little brother.”

The dance was alright… But you couldn’t get your mind off of the Lannister girl who was practically drooling at the sight of Aegon. He had slept with her before you knew this much. A secret part of you kept track of the whores he buried his cock inside, at least the rich ones. What happened next was honestly a blur, you couldn’t remember a thing. Except that you may or may not have called her a whore and threatened her life if she dared to touch him… She scurried away with her hands on her and tears in her eyes.

You weren’t jealous at all, only defending Helaena’s honor.

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“Prince Aegon, pleasure to finally meet you,” If the night couldn't get any better the man of the hour had just willingly approached the man plotting against him… “Prince Quentyn, nice of you to believe this is a pleasure.” He smirked, “Your wife looks very beautiful.” Aegon patted his shoulders, “as does yours.”

Quentyn winced, a rather noticeable scowl growing on his face. “She’ll never be yours, my prince.”

“You’ll see later tonight whose name she calls out while your cock is inside her.” He smiled a crooked grin. Quentyn’s fists balled up next to his sides, Aegon wasn’t one to directly fight, he was more behind the scenes type of criminal. There was no denying that he was strong, strong enough to crack this man’s skull. But that wasn’t part of the plan… His feet moved fast, swiftly connecting his fist to Aegon’s jaw.

The crowd erupted behind them, lords and ladies screaming trying to escape the violence. Suddenly, Aegon stopped trying to attack and let the dornish cunt take charge. He tackled him to the ground and landed hit after hit… Was this really worth it, he thought to himself as blood started to trickle down his face. “You- fucking- wastrel-” Aegon was laughing hysterically whilst getting his face beat in… All according to plan, he told himself.

“Get off of him!” You screeched in horror pulling at the man assaulting your lover. It wasn’t meant to take a turn like it did. Quentyn, not recognizing you, turned and landed a hit square to your cheek knocking you on your ass. “Protect the princess!” Some guard shouted from behind whilst dogpiling onto your husband. He stared in horror at what he had done, you were gripping your cheek mortified, and Aegon was laying there covered in blood laughing his ass off like a psychopath.

The maester was applying ice to your cheekbone as you nervously picked at the seams on your dress. “We’ll have the marriage annulled by tomorrow.” Rhaenyra paced inside the room. “On what grounds? Aegon was obviously egging him on,” Jacaerys groaned from the corner. “I could kill him and fix this entirely,” Daemon muttered watching his wife rage on.

The rest of the argument was drowned out, the only noise you could hear was the sound of Aegon’s jaw cracking. You didn’t feel despair that the wedding was ruined, you didn’t feel depressed that your husband had hit you… No, you felt completely fucking enraged.

Seeing Aegon harmed had awoken something in you. It was hateful and could not be quelled by a simple apology. He fucking beat him to a pulp in the midst of your wedding then had the audacity to lay a hand on you… It may or may not have awoken something because seeing Aegon laughing whilst covered in his own blood made your core heat up.

“Could I be given some milk of the poppy for the pain, mother?” Rhaenyra looked at you with the most sorrowful expression she could muster, “oh my sweet girl.” She cupped your cheeks in her hands and rubbed at the bruise that was forming. “Go fetch some tea for my daughter, Maester… Now!”

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You were returning to your chambers in a rather dumbed down state. The medicine made your mind hazy, and your body feel light as a feather. It was like wine but far better with less of a hangover. The corridors were dark, all the excitement from tonight was far over. You hummed to yourself lazily, dreading the return to where your husband lay. Until you felt a hand wrap around your mouth and yank you into a hole in the wall you never knew was there.

You tried to scream but were quickly shushed by a voice that could only belong to one man. “Aegon? What are you doing?” He smiled at you, rubbing the bruise on your cheek. “Will you go out for a walk with me?” You raised your eyebrow in distrust, “To where?” Aegon grinned, almost too enthusiastically to trust, “the dragonpit.”

The most unexpected event of tonight wasn’t the wedding brawl nor the injury that befall you. It was the fact you were riding on Sunfyre again, with Aegon holding onto your waist as you soared through the stars. It was a wedding gift, he claimed. As far as you knew Aegon never let anyone touch his dragon let alone ride with him, except you.

It was indescribable, the feeling of the wind rushing past your cheeks. The view of the city and the moon shining above you reflecting off his scales. You were giggling uncontrollably the entire flight listening to Aegon tell jests you hadn’t heard in years. Whatever injury he had gained was long forgotten the second you took off. Whatever drama or chaos in the keep didn’t exist outside. In the sky, you both were completely free.

You couldn’t say how long you spent outside. Mayhaps it was an hour or two before Sunfyre descended onto a nearby beach surrounded by the most beautiful rock formations you had seen. “Is this your version of bridenapping me?” You teased while he helped you climb down the saddle. “It’s only kidnapping if you fight back.”

He grasped your hand leading you across the sandy beach, showcasing the stars he supposedly, desperately wanted to show you. “I have an actual gift for you too.” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, “Is it a ride home on Sunfyre?” Aegon laughed, genuinely laughed for the first time since you’ve returned. He dug in his pocket searching for something… “I had it made years ago but never had the chance to properly give it to you.”

In his hand was the most beautiful golden ring in the shape of a dragon. “A ring? A Sunfyre ring?” Aegon grabbed your hand and slipped it on with ease, “I’m not that creative, you know this. it was meant to be something to remember me by when you left.” Tears were prickling your eyes once more. The fool kept the damned ring all these years and never mentioned it. “Aegon… Be honest for once with me please. Do you still love me?”

He paused, searching tirelessly for the right words to say. “I… There hasn’t been a day in five years where I haven’t thought about you at least once. There hasn’t been an hour that something has not reminded me of you. There hasn’t been a single night I’ve slept without seeing you… It isn’t normal, it’s twisted and sick and cruel just like I am. No matter what you do to others, to me, to yourself. No matter if the world ends in a freeze or we are in the midst of a war of the ages… I believe I’ll always feel this… And I don’t think I’ll be able to stop until the seven hells take me.”

You sniffled; he always had such a roundabout way of saying things. “I’ll always love you too.” He smiled genuinely, pulling you into a kiss so gentle yet so firm it made you forget all the dangers of the world, the drama, the potential war, your husband, everything was irrelevant except for you two, right now under the stars.

“We still haven’t done the bedding ceremony.” You whispered against his lips. His eyes lit up, “Have you always been so needy for me?” You didn’t have time to protest before he was passionately colliding his lips against yours once more. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer into you, making sure no part of you would ever be apart from him again.

His arms slipped below your waist as he lowered you onto the ground as gently as he could. Your legs fell open instinctively and his hands began to explore your body. It was vastly different from every other time you’ve been together. It was gentle and loving, passionate and pleasurable without the pain.

Your bodies started to move in sync with each other, stripping away the clothes that hid your most intimate parts. His hands held you close to his chest, keeping you warm while you were exposed to the elements. You moaned into his mouth, kissing him passionately with a hunger you had forgotten existed.

He broke the kiss, gasping for air. You opened your eyes to see the moonlight reflected off his face, sometimes Aegon Targaryen looked more God than man. He moved to suckle on your neck as he ran his length against your slit.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured huskily against your ear. He slowly pushed inside, filling you with his thickness. You gasped from the sudden sensation. He was so deep within you, so far reaching you almost felt like you could reach out and touch the stars.

His kisses trailed down your neck, nibbling, sucking, biting. He took his time thrusting inside of you with slow movements, appreciating every moment your bodies were entertained. He stopped mid-thrust, holding himself deep within you.

“I love you, Princess.” He whispered, his voice so tender and soft. You blushed like a child; it was silly to think his cock being inside you didn’t make you feel as embarrassed as him telling you, his feelings. “Always.” You murmured back. He kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping past your teeth.

You clung tight to his neck, your nails digging into his skin. He moved faster, his breaths coming in shorter and quicker. You moaned, your thighs trembling from the feeling of fullness. His fingers traced circles on your inner thigh, and then he moved to your clit.

He worked you effortlessly, eliciting soft whimpers and moans and love confessions. The world was a blur of fluorescent colors and smells, nothing mattered but you and Aegon. His climax came swiftly, almost right after your own. You begged for him to cum inside you, to fill you with his seed and he always did as you asked.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight heavy on your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his back, feeling him relax. “Aegon…” You spoke his name softly, your head resting on his shoulder. “Mhmm?” He said in a daze. “Again?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his neck. He smirked, his cock twitching inside of you.

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