#aemond targaryen x visenya targaryen

[alyshiba]

Lilagon hen zaldrizoti

Part One: Debts and stale oaths.

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Hello lovely readers! I have desappeared for a while.. life sometimes gets in the way. I have thought long and hard about this fic, and, as much as I love it, re-reading it made me cringe at some of the hearliest chapters.. so, as I have hinted in the last author's note, I have decided to rewrite everything until chapter 8. There will be some minor changes, for the better. I cannot possibily move on writing this without fixing the beginning, my brain doesn't allow me to.

Since I found transalting in Valyrian a mess (also becouse every translator gives different translation), for longest phrases I'll simply put them between asteriscs . So if you see anything that is being said formatted like this <<*dialogue*>> that's meant to be in high valyrian. So, if you are a new reader and you wish to know what happens next.. both here and on Ao3 you'll find all of the 12 chapters I've written so far. Here on Tumblr, once I'll have the rewritten chapter ready I'll delete the old one and post the new, both in the master list and in the index at the beginning of each part. On Ao3 each chapter will stay up until I've completely rewritten everything that needs to. If you have any suggestions, please feel free to comment them down below. I'd love to hear them and better my work!

Prequel | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

&lt;<Go home, pup, and tell the bitch your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not a dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes>> Said Borros Baratheon with a smug look on his face. 

The round hall of Storm’s End was packed with people, how many it was impossible to say. The gargantuan hall was too big and dimly lit to possibly ever count every single present. Worse still, all the nooks, pillars and columns offered the perfect hiding spot for all of those who were curious to just get a glimpse of the two Targaryens present.

The entire room fell silent for a long moment, as if holding its breath. The only sounds that could be heard were those of the raging storm outside. 

Everyone was too eager to hear how the young prince would respond to such insult thrown at his mother.

That, perhaps, was why no one paid any attention to the angry footsteps that were fast approaching.

Lucerys was about to open his mouth and speak, slightly trembling between the imposing figures of the Lord of Storm’s End and the uncle he didn’t expect to find there, but he was cut off before he could make any sound by a stronger, angrier, voice. &lt;<Then all of Westeros will know that Borros Baratheon, the Lord of Storm’s End, is an oath breaker and a man without honor>>.

She could see Borros stiffening in his seat, Luke’s back straightened recognizing his eldest sister’s voice. The young prince was bracing for impact: either her anger was directed at him, for the failure of that diplomatic mission, or at the Lord of Storm’s End. His head  shooting in her direction, a wave of dark curly hair falling in front of his eyes wide opened in shock. She passed him, and just quickly, taking care that no one saw, squeezed his hand in reassurance. 

Immediately she took notice of Aemond, almost hidden in the dark side of the room, not far from the stone throne at the center. She forced herself not to stare, nor think, at the silver-haired prince, and locked her gaze on the high lord in front of her, but she did not give him her entire focus. Never, that she left for Aemond alone.

A young page, drenched from head to toe, came running, halting just a few steps in front of her. He bent over for a moment with his hand on his knees catching his breath. It was a gesture of physical need, rather than a curtsy towards his liege, he was supposed to announce her presence. &lt;<The princess Visenya, of the houses Targaryen and Velaryon, my lord>> He said, between heavy breaths, <&lt;my prince>> he added, when he noticed Aemond staring in their direction. The young man was immediately dismissed with a wave of Borros’ hand, not to be seen again.

Visenya lifted her chin, and  took note of her prey: the man on the high seat. Borros was a middle aged man, heavier in shape, but still the hint of the warrior could be seen hidden under the heavy furs. Not that she really thought the man did any sort of physical fighting in the past years. His body was tense, like a rope.  He was clutching the throne’s handle so hard his knuckles became white, and she imagined the tips of his fingers would soon bleed, either from broken nails or from the scratch of skin on the rough stone. He was a proud man, like the crowned stag flappin on the banner atop his head. And the insult she threw at him had rendered him so enraged he could hardly think straight. Just as she had wanted him.

&lt;<And worse still>> She continued, moving two steps closer to the object of her own anger, <<may I remind you that we are kin by blood? My grandmother, the princess Rhaenys is your cousin, no?>> Visenya felt now how Borros was already tasting the bitter accusation on the tip of his tongue. No one, in the huge round hall of Storm’s End had yet dared make a sound, <<what would her uncle, the late Lord Boremund think, of his son waging war on his own flesh and blood?>> His face was slowly, but surely, turning all shades of red by now, <<is that what you wish? To forever brand your house as Kinslayers? Men without honor? Is that what the men of the Stormlands wish to become?>>

Visenya had given up on winning House Baratheon over to their side the moment she landed in the yard. Parts of her had known ever since her mother decided to send Luke, just like her father had known. Still Rhaenyra was hopeful, and naive, that this man would abide by the vows of his father.

Yet even if the high lord was a better man, there was something that they could just not grant him: a marriage. The princess allowed her gaze to wander the room for a moment, three girls stood on one side of Borros, his daughters. One behind Aemond. Who wouldn’t wish for their blood to mix in the royal family?

Borros had no love for Rhaenyra, and had taken his decision long before even Luke stepped foot in these halls, but, if she played her game the right way, she could persuade his lords to mutiny. And now she was indeed winning. 

She could see, clear as day, the seed of doubt in the eyes of the lords around Borros, the fear, not for her, or for her parents, not yet, but the fear for what the gods might bring them should they follow that man into war. That was her only chance.

&lt;<Do not mistake the Queen’s offer for weakness, my Lord>> Visenya willed her voice to become gentler, softer, more diplomatic, <<my mother, unlike the Hightowers,>> and yourself, was what she didn’t say, <<does not wish to plunge the realm into war, or else I wouldn’t be here to talk>> she moved her gaze towards her uncle then, the only true danger in that room, or outside of it, <<but if her hand is forced, then I will have no other choice than to fly Balerion the dread to war once more.>> Aemond hadn’t moved a step from his position. He was standing at ease, his hands locked behind his back, a sardonic smile gracing his features, as if he was enjoying the scene.

Everyone else straightened at her words. 

It was now widely accepted that at least one battle was going to be fought over Viserys’s succession. Or else the negotiation would take place among the royal family, yet no one had dared voice what, deep down, they feared: a Targaryen civil war would never be fought on land with an army. It would be fought on dragonback. And everything else might as well burn down by the time they were finished.

&lt;<My sweet niece>> Aemond purred. His voice sent a chill down her spine, Visenya wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating Aemon’s abilities only because of the lack of one eye. She remembered seeing him best Ser Criston Cole with ease in the training yard not even a moon ago. So her hand, as useless as a gesture it was, went instinctively on the hilt of the dagger her father had given her upon parting from Dragonstone. He was, after all, the only reason she was in Storm’s End to begin with. Upon flying home, she had felt Balerion sensing the presence of Vhagar. And in that specific moment she realized she had no other choice: there wasn’t a scenario where poor Luke was going to make it back to Dragonstone unharmed, not if Aemond were in sight. Not after what had been done to her uncle, which still angered him to no end, apparently.

&lt;<I fear your time here is wasted. Lord Baratheon has already declared his support for Aegon, and surely, he cannot take back his world>> She looked between her uncle and the man still mute on the throne, whose muscles were still all contracted in rage. Aemond’s offer had been indeed an offer of marriage, as she had thought. 

Visenya decided to take in his figure for a moment: he was tall, lean, and his leather clothes -riding gear, perhaps- were clean and dry, where hers were drenched by the storm outside, and her boots were covered in the mud that now flooded the yard. Her hair were equally as wet, and fell in loose waves attached to her face, neck and leathers, his looked like a straight soft curtain of silver silk. Aemond had been here for at least a day. A day he could have used to devise whatever plan to ensure his brother’s ass would sit on the throne at least a while longer. Because it was obvious to anyone that messengers would go on about every corner of the realm to ensure the support of the major houses.

She felt the grip of anxiety taking a hold of her stomach: what if he had anticipated them being here? After all, when not on Balerion’s back she wasn’t that big of a threat, definitely not to a warrior with his skills.

&lt;<He offered his hand in marriage to the eldest daughter of Borros>> Whispered Luke in confirmation. His tone still betrayed his fear, and broke her attention by the dark pit that her mind had become. She willed herself not to be hostage of her fears <&lt;worry not>> she whispered back, looking him in the eyes, <&lt;you should leave>> she said. Luke didn’t listen. 

Aemond’s hatred for her brothers was well known, especially for Luke, the one responsible for his, probably still very painful, injury. She noticed the way he eyes Lucerys every now and then, how he was completely trained on her brother’s every move, like a predator waiting to strike. 

&lt;<Oh>> She said, willing all of her nerves to calm down. Visenya lifted her upper lip, in a childish expression, <<then I shall order Balerion to burn the keep to the ground, and end this treason before it starts>> Aemond smirked, it was clear that he did not believe that she was actually thinking about it. Visenya was considering it as an option though. Yes, Rhaenyra wouldn’t be happy, on the contrary, she would be furious if she did, in fact, start this war. Yet Visenya couldn’t help but remembering her father’s words “you cannot allow this treachery to take root” Daemon had angrily said in the privacy of their chambers, is anger amplified ten folds  after the news of the stillbirth, “they have murdered Viserys, our daughter, any faithful Lord we had in the capital. They had signed their own death sentence. Or ours, if we do not act”. In stark contrast with his wife, Daemon would rejoice greatly if his beloved daughter started a war. And, at times, she felt much more like her father’s child rather than her mother’s.

She understood both sides though: Daemon was like the dragon, fiery, proud and untamable. Rahenyra was like that too, but she was a woman: considered unfit to rule only for the missing cock between her legs, she had grown to be wiser, calmer, prone to choose diplomacy over fire and blood. For she couldn’t afford becoming also the one who started this war, even though right now, battle seemed inevitable, Visenya could hear it, what everyone would start to whisper then Maegor the cruel come again, Maegor with tits. Yet she could see the truth in Daemon’s words, if left unchecked the Hightowers will eventually eat away any support her mother has now. Seven hells, they were already doing that. &lt;<Princess Visenya..>> Spoke Borros at last, uncertain of his own words.

The threat of Balerion seemed to have awakened him from his rage. He looked calmer now, paler. All redness faded from his face, his hands were not clutching the throne with the same strength, and, as she had imagined, she could see dried blood on the tips of fingers, where his nails had broken. He was old enough to have lived in the last year of the Old King’s reign, old enough to be at the great council in Harrenhall. Meaning that he had seen first hand the blasted ruin Balerion had made of the greatest keep that ever existed in Westeros. He saw what her dragon was capable of doing.

&lt;<I must assume that my uncle has promised you a wedding>> She said, playing ignorant. The high lord slowly nodded, turning his head towards his daughter. It was confirmation enough. She too looked again in that direction, only to find Aemond’s surprised expression. He knew what she was about to say, he probably thought that she would not actually go through with it.

&lt;<Yet he is not free to offer his hand in marriage>> She said with gritted teeth. Visenya reasoned that she could, indeed, walk out of the Round Halls, climb atop Balerion and order him to burn the keep to the ground. It was what Daemon would do. Rhaenyra, however, would try to be diplomatic. In one swift stroke Visenya could avoid the war for a while longer, in either case she would take the second largest dragon in the world out of the picture. But there could be a twisted, dark pleasure in turning Aemond against his family, just like Alicent and Otto had done.

&lt;<What do you mean?>> interrupted Borros, with an irritated tone. His daughter, Cassandra, if she recalled correctly, instinctively moved closer to him.

&lt;<In his wisdom, and with the hope it would bring unity back to our house, the late King Viserys, in his very last act as King, declared my betrothal to Aemond. His eldest unwed son, to me, the lawful heir to my mother’s throne>> The stormlord pursed his lip, he had been used and played, in the end, truly like a dog that had been commanded at need, yet not by Rhaenyra, but by the Greens. His pride wouldn’t allow him to let this go easily, or, at least she hoped so, <<does she speak the truth?>> he asked Aemond, rage once again gracing his features. Borros instinctively gripped the handles of the throne again, only to let go almost immediately. Probably because of the stinging pain of broker nails and ruined fingertips.

Visenya wasn’t happy to bring this up. In truth, amidst the sorrow for the loss of a grandsire, and the rage for the ease with which Otto and Alicent Hightower had usurped the throne, she had been relieved the day her grandmother had brought news from King’s Landing, for it meant that her betrothal to Aemond had no more reasons to be.

Yet now it seemed the only reasonable thing that would end this mess without bloodshed. She hoped that, at least, between a devastating war fought with dragons, rather than armies, and the prospect of Aemond eventually ruling the kingdoms by her side, the Hightowers would choose the latter. Even though she knew that a similar match had been bitterly refused by the queen dowager once.

She hoped that this one time she chose to be like her mother, the aftermath wouldn’t come to bite in the arse later.

&lt;<We do not need your armies, Lord Borros, for I’m sure you have been thought what had happen the last time Balerion had been sent to war against other dragons>> She looked at Aemond while speaking, the one she would be sent to kill should war break out, or the husband she would have to wed, <<we came to offer you peace, under the one true Queen of Westeros>>.

There was a long pause before anyone spoke out loud, many lords, or advisors, she didn’t care to know, spoke in hushed tones to Lord Baratheon, likely weighing their options. At last a guard came, from outside, given the pools of rainwater he left at every step, surely to confirm the presence of her dark monster within the castle walls. As if she could have appeared out of nowhere in any other way.

&lt;<Out, all of you>> Screamed at last the Stormlord, <<as I already said, the Stormlanders are not dogs to be whistled up at need>> Visenya guessed that this was the best result she would ask for. Borros would’n support Rhaenyra, but he wouldn’t either give his support to Aegon.

Once more she pushed Luke back, with more urgency now. 

As long as they were under Baratheon's roof, she knew Aemond couldn’t really harm him, or at least she hoped so. But once they were out it was another story entirely. Arrax, after all, could easily fit in either Balerion or Vhagar’s mouths.

Finally Lucerys understood the message, and turned on his heels, followed suit by some of the guards that were stationed at their side. He quietly bowed to Borros, a gesture of respect that had Visenya raise a brow, and started to walk outside.

&lt;&lt;Wait>> Called the velvet voice of Aemond. It sent a cold chill down her spine, <<my Lord Strong>> -don’t turn- Visenya angrily thought, -keep walking- yet of course her brother had to stop and turn her head.

&lt;<Did you two really think that you fly about the realm, trying to steal my brother’s throne without consequences?>> Visenya’s hand gripped the dagger she had hidden, praying that dark, hateful Aemond wouldn’t consider harming a woman. Not that she was afraid of her life, she had quit feeling any sense of self preservation the night she had claimed Balerion, no, she just knew that if Aemond went for Luke and ignored her, she could have an opening to push her blade right in his black heart.

&lt;<Is it truly stealing though, when you are merely taking back what is yours by right?>> She said, stepping in the middle of the fight against all common sense. It took one look towards her brother to realize how terrified he was of Aemond. And that sent her mind spiraling again: if she wasn’t fast enough? <<Do you think yourself so inadequate, incapable, of ruling to spit like that on the prospect of sitting the Iron Throne by my side?>> She saw then the anger in his one eye, Visenya had definitely hit a sore spot. 

In one swift, graceful movement Aemond stepped closer to hte siblings, grabbed his own dagger and removed his eyepatch. Revealing his ruined eye. The scar, still looking red and fresh despite the years passed, covered half of his handsome face, the eyelids of his missing eye had been cut open, she noted, and instead of an eyeball, or a dark hole, a glowing sapphire was nestled in his orb.

She would have considered it bald, even beautiful, were it not for the murderous gaze on the remaining eye.

What possessed her to move she didn’t know, Visenya heard Luke stating that &lt;<they came as messengers, not warriors>>, and for as much as she loved her brother, it sounded too like a pathetic and fearful attempt at a quick escape. So maybe she acted because, despite the fact that Luke was trained with the sword and she wasn’t, she felt like he wouldn’t be able to cause harm to anyone. She quickly found herself inches from Aemond’s face. Her dagger pressed on the soft skin of his cheekbone, right under his good eye. Visenya was sure that, to protect her loved ones, she could turn into a cold killer. She was, after all, Daemon’s daughter.

Visenya willed herself to set her gaze on Aemond’s remaining eye, and banned all fears and all sense of doubts from her mind, &lt;<I may have sworn not to fight>> she whispered, which was a lie. She had sworn to behave, her mother not thinking she could ever pick up a blade and use it. How naive of her. <<But I will defend myself, and my brother>> her tone was cold and angry, and her words were underlined by the added pressure she put on the blade. Aemond didn’t move, his breath appeared calm, and even, yet he didn’t dare move a muscle. Not when she threatened to blind him forever, <<Balerion made no such promises, and if my wellbeing is threatened…>> she had no need to complete the sentence. For how terrifying and huge Vhagar was, the Black Dread was ten fold. And he craved the fight. Everyone knew that.

The words, or her tone, she couldn’t say, awakened her uncle from his trance. Visenya registered the hushed footsteps of Luke, taking the bait and leaving while Aemond was distracted, just like she had told him to. &lt;<Seems like your strong brother doesn’t share your courage, princess>> Aemond mocked when he noticed his missing nephew. They were so close now that she could feel his breath caressing her skin. He slowly allowed his hand to fall, and sheathed his dagger with a blatant gesture, to be sure that she could see it. After a long moment she decided to imitate him, and she didn’t miss the relieved huff that escaped Aemond’s lips. <<It is good to see that you can be made to see reason, uncle>> Visenya said not breaking the stare, and not moving a muscle, <<it would be a great inconvenience for me having to carry you around completely blind, should we truly become husband and wife>> he smiled, that sardonic, infuriating smile that she couldn’t understand the meaning of, he looked both furious and turned on. Visenya couldn’t decide what scared her the most.

&lt;<I am sure>> He said, his voice like velvet, never betraying any emotions, <<your offer comes with terms, niece>> Visenya took a moment to think. She hadn’t thought this through when she spoke the words in front of Borros Baratheon, she hadn’t thought Aemond might actually consider the scenario, and that is why he asked. Or maybe, he liked the idea of himself sitting on the Iron Throne in place of the brother she knew relentlessly bullied him in their youth, alongside her own brothers. Or maybe he understood that he wouldn’t win the Stormlands today, and was merely buying time.

&lt;<Your brother will bend the knee to the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms>> Visenya said in her most stern and cold tone, <<my mother is willing to welcome back her siblings, and Helaena’s children, back into her heart, for she is sure>> she decided to put emphasis into the words that Visenya heard her mother speak to the messenger she had sent to King’s Landing, <<that you have been misguided by the greed of one man. Any lord and knight who will swear fealty to their Queen will be pardoned. Our marriage will seal the deal, and in time, when I will ascend the throne, we shall rule together, like the Old king and his good Queen Alisanne>> She thought her demands would be met with a grin, or laughter. Either way she expected Aemond to dismiss them, just like Otto Hightower had dismissed any of her mother's terms on the bridge of Dragonstone.

Yet Aemond seemed to be considering it, &lt;<I swear that there shall not be any treachery, on my own blood, or on any gods you choose to believe in>> it felt like the right thing to say. She couldn't know whether her uncle was a pious man, but her mother obviously was, considering how she had redecorated the Red Keep, so maybe swearing her intentions to their gods they so much loved might make the offer a little more considerable. Still, Visenya made a mental note that all of those hideous godly decorations would be the first things to disappear once they took back her mother’s throne.

&lt;<I shall bring your terms to the king>> Visenya rolled her eyes, and decided to switch to High Valiryan so that they were the only ones who would understand, was Aemond truly so thick? What game was he playing? <<*I remember the way he treated you, and I’m sure you do as well. Do you really think he would hand you over the throne?*>> Aemond opened and closed his mouth. He didn’t know how to respond, or rather, he did but he didn’t wish to speak the words, no to her of all people. Her uncle’s silence showed that this was a weak spot, and finding that out emboldened her. so Visenya stepped even closer to him, and rested her hand on his muscular bicep, <<*It is us that are offering you absolute power, not your brother, not your grandsire, not you mother. Rhaenyra is, and I. Remember that when your family will refuse the terms we offered and chose war and death rather than seeing the more capable brother on the Iron Throne*>> Visenya knew she had hit a bare nerve when she noticed how strongly he was biting his lower lip. Aemond did want the throne, now she could see it, in the way the light in his eye changed, and in the way he was forcing himself not to speak. He thought himself better than Aegon, probably better than Rhaenyra too. He thought himself Jahaerys born again, probably. <<*That is why it is to you, that I was instructed to offer our terms, and no one else*>> A lie. But she couldn’t help herself from trying, not when Visenya knew he was truly beginning to consider the terms. She couldn’t let the opportunity slip.

Visenya at last removed her hand from his harm and offered it to him, he immediately took it  and kissed her knuckles. &lt;<Do not make me wait long for a response. Uncle>> She purred. He nodded, a quick, elegant gesture, and proceeded to leave the round hall of Storm’s End. When Aemond was far away enough, she let out the big breath she had held up until now. Apparently, they all survived.

The rain outside was pouring so strongly it was hard so anything past one’s nose, and the winds were so strong that on two occasions, on the short trek where her dragon was waiting, she thought it would send her tumbling on the muddy ground. 

How people chose to willingly live in such a place, was beyond her comprehension.

When she made it to where Balerion was waiting, a short walk that took twice, if not trice, as much time as it should have, she found the now familiar tall figure of Aemond standing still before him. She was about to shoot a snarky remark at him, when she realized the reason why he stood where he stood.

Balerion was blocking his way to Vhagar.

She was familiar with the old she-dragon: it had been her aunt’s for a long time. She remembered admiring them fly together in the skies above Dragonstone and Driftmark, she remembered standing nose up, somewhere on one of the two islands, and remaining absolutely speechless at how big Vhagar was, how huge, compared to all of the other dragons she had known.

Now, even in her vast, scary form, she looked almost tiny, in comparison to her black monster.

He was doing that on purpose, she could sense it. Balerion was not scared of Vhagar. In truth, he was not scared of anything, and how could he, when he was the largest living creature in the world? He could kill Aemond right then and there, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. Even Vhagar would only be able to stand and watch. From the low rumbling that was coming from the she-dragon it was evident that she understood this as well, and she hated it.

&lt;<Tell you dragon to move, princess>> Said Aemond, when she got close enough for him to sense her presence.

She could let him do it, Visenya realized, she could let Balerion kill Aemond, and nothing would happen. The dragon was known for acting out of his own accord, no one has been able to bend his will ever since the death of the conqueror. That’s why it has been forbidden to try and bond to him ever since the death of his last rider, princess Aerea. So, no one would blame her if Balerion killed Aemond, who could testify that she gave the order?

&lt;<He rarely does what’s ordered to him>> She responded, still uncertain, <<unless i order him to kill. Then he grows obedient like a hound all of a sudden>> Visenya had never killed someone who had a name. She had been to stepstones recently, with her father and Lord Corlys, to crush the triarchy for the second, and hopefully final, time. She couldn’t avoid it, being the rider of the largest dragon in the world. Yet the men she had ordered to kill were nothing more than nameless ants, they were not her uncle, whom for good or worse she had known her whole life.

She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Balerion huffed, bored. Visenya decided to turn once last time towards her uncle, right before starting to climb atop Balerion, &lt;<the next time I see you, uncle, could be on our wedding day. Or on a battlefield. Either way, good luck on what’s to come>>.

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Targaryen men x Targ! Wife Reader

(Reader suffers the same death as Laena)

Warning ⚠️ (Angst).

Maegor Targaryen x reader, Aegon Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader, and Aemond Targaryen x reader

Aegon II

The king's council was pressuring you and Aegon to give the throne a heir, despite being pregnant three times none of each were a boy, instead you had three beautiful daughters.

Now you were in your fourth pregnancy. Wanting to be near your mother, princess Rhaenyra, in your labor, your little family decided to move to Dragon stone.

The labor started early than expected, but that wasn't saw as a problem because the pregnancy developed normally.

Your mother and the maester were inside the room with you, meanwhile Aegon was walking impatiently outside your birthing chambers with the fear of something going wrong. Daemon and the boys tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you were at the hands of the best maester and midwife's they could found and you where going to be fine.

Hours passed and you were still fighting in that room to bring your child to the world, wrenching screams could be heard in all Dragon stone, but none of a child, only yours.

Suddenly the door open, and the pale face of the master came into view, he told Aegon that the baby was stuck inside of you and the only way of get it out was to cut you open.

Angered by the maester words he was ready to strangle him right there, but your anguished callings stop him before doing something.

You were bedridden, pale as a ghost and sweating a lot, the baby was slowly killing you each passing hour.

Rhaenyra was at one side of the bed, trying to calm you down by whispering sweet things in your ear, but by the look of her face she was also deeply worried by your state.

when he was finally at your side you told him to help you get up, and ignoring the pain you stubbornly start to walk outside the room despite the pleadings of the others.

Aegon start to follow you, calling and pleading that you will be fine and there will be another way. You still didn't want to listen to him and continue walking.

He found himself outside, inside the dragon pits he found you. You were in front of your dragon saying something that he couldn't comprehend, his panic calls were covered by a roar and you were engulf by flames.

Aegon started to scream horrified by the view as his legs gave out and he stumbles against the hard floor. He felt his heart tear apart. A river of tears run along his face at the sight of your body, your burnt body.

After that horrible night Aegon was not the same, he was a shell of the man he was with you. For his family pity, he returned to his old habits, ignoring all his responsabilities in court and as a father, neglecting your daughters.

His mother and grandfather force him into a new marriage, saying that he still needed a heir.

Poor the unlucky woman that married Aegon, because the shadow of your memory will be always there to haunt her.

Maegor I

You were the only wife that had given him children and pure blooded too, due to being his half sister. Because of that you were the most dear and important wife of Maegor, treating you with a fondness that was rare of him.

The maester had warn him to not try for more children, your health was fragile since having many children without repose, another pregnancy could cost you not only your life but also the one of the baby.

Maegor didn't listen to it and stated that his wife should do their duty to him as a woman without caring if she wanted or not. That was the end of the discussion.

The new pregnancy developed progressively worse as months passed, debilitating the mother day after day.

Visenya was the only one that had permission to attend the pregnancies of the queen, due to the fact that Maegor wasn't fond of maesters, believing them to be useless for caring correctly of her sister-wife.

In the middle of the night you went in labor, Visenya and the midwife's were the only ones present with you. Maegor was on one of his campaigns battling the faith, so he couldn't be present.

It passed a long time and the baby didn't wanna come out, there was blood everywhere and the women in the room shared with each other worried faces.

Due to the pain pleadings of the queen, Visenya decided to call a maester. The maester tried without effectiveness, stating that the only way the baby would come out is by cutting you open.

Knowing the end was near, you pleaded to Visenya that if you were going to die you wanted to do it at the hands of your dragon, not of the maester "From fire I was born, from fire I will die" you said.

When Maegor landed in kings landing the news of the torturous labor and death of his wife reach his ears.

He immediately saw red, mad with fury he grab his sword and went to search for the one or ones guilty of your death.

That day it was told that the fury of the dragon rain upon the people of kings landing, no one was saved from Maegor's want for blood.

He burned, tortured and killed everyone that was in charge of your well being. When no one was left to appease his Mad pain, innocents were also slay. But no killing or torture could fill the hole in his wrenching chest, the one you and your unborn child left behind.

Aegon I

They say that Aegon married his three sisters for different reasons. He married Visenya for duty, Rhaenys for love and you for devotion.

You were his twin, the half of his soul, the mother of his only daughter. His sweet Daenerys.

Your second pregnancy came as a glad surprise for the two of you and the kingdom, after the tragic death of your little sister at the hands of Dorne, in the castle there was only days for mourning or sadness. So the unexpected new was a ray of hope for everyone, specially Aegon who desperately needed a little hope to grab on to.

All different types of maesters were pestering you day and night all along the duration of the nine months, this was a direct order of their king and their queen, your older sister Visenya. The two of them worried about the fragile state you were in.

Because of you being a little pass your prime, the announce of you being pregnant was a miracle on itself, and the dangers of having a baby at your age was of their over protectivness.

You were now two days in labor, since your contractions starting in the early morning of the first day and continuing in the night of the second day, you haven't stop pushing.

Everyone was in distress and the tension was burdensome in the air, Aegon vigilant gaze and your sister angry commands were not helping at all.

That second night Visenya nor Aegon could be with you, an important meeting regarding the next attack to Dorne was held, and you found yourself all alone in a room full of strangers.

The pain was now unberable, each passing day with your baby stuck in you was agonizing, you knew death was in the horizon although Aegon didn't want to acknowledge it, extending your suffering.

In one of your moments of consciousness you got up of bed. Shoving the maester and servants aside, you got out of the room.

A terrified servant abruptly interrumpt the meeting and told them about your current disappearence. For a second Aegon was shock in place by the horrifying news, that hesitation was enough time for Visenya to start screaming commands to the guards to inmediatly find you.

They found you in the dragon pit, screaming to your dragon, pleading him for mercy. Aegon was the last one to get to there. Seeing you in just a dangerous situation send him on edge and without thinking it he tried to run to you, but the fire was quicker and reached you first.

A part of Aegon died that day in the fire with you, his hope was lost, everything was lost without you by his side. He attached himself to the only part of you that was left, your daughter.

Your loss was the final drop for the strain relationship between Visenya and Aegon to broke beyond repair. Dividing the family, creating resentment not only between the parents but also, between the children.

When Aegon's last days were near, he went in and out of feverish deviations, the only thing that calmed him was the milk of the poppy that the maesters gave him.

In his death bed his last words were pronounce again and again with a trembling and a voice full of anguish "My sweet y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Until he finally took his last breath the prayers didn't stop.

Aemond I

Your family, specially your mother, wasn't fond of your sudden marriage with Aemond, she had other plans for her younger's. Being Haelena and Aegon the ones married as the Targaryen tradition dictates, she didn't needed more than one. But love seal by fire couldn't be stop.

For the first time Aemond felt joy, the gods heard his and his wife prayers and gift them with a child, the one that were dessesperately hoping for.

The pregnancy went normally without much of a fuss, the two of you were expecting with excitement the day your baby will come into the world. Aemond didn't care if it were to be a girl or a boy, as the second son, he didn't have the burden to produce a male heir.

During the later stages of your pregnancy the tensions between the blacks and the greens grew increasingly dangerous. When the high septon crowned your brother as king everything explode. Due to this, Aemond had to fly away to Storm's end as a negotiator for the greens, leaving his much pregnant wife at home.

An urgent letter from her mother came in the second day he was staying there, telling him to come home as soon as possible, his wife started labor hours ago.

Only one thing retain him for some time before going back to his dear sister, the bastard that took his eye, Lucerys.

When he arrived at the pit in Kings landing the storm had long passed. Without changing his wet clothes he inmediatly went to the birthing chambers, in the rush he didn't notice the commotion of the servants and guards of the castle.

Entering he found the room empty, except from his mother who was in the floor, with her hands covering her face, crying unconsolable. Ameond silently reach her, and with a pang of fear in his chest ask "Mother, were is y/n... Were is she?".

Alicent gasp and cried more, he grew desperate and ask in a more forceful tone this time "Mother, stop crying and answer me, were is y/n?" Finally she answered him "I'm sorry Aemond, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her... Oh god how horrible!" For a moment everything went silent, the pang in his chest grew and stab him with more force this time.

His mother rose her head and look at him with tears in her puff eyes "Th-the pregnancy went wrong, the baby, the baby wouldn't come out"

She stop and shed more tears "She killed herself Aemond, she command her dragon to kill her..." Stoping for a moment she screamed "OH GOD HOW HORRIBLE!"

Upon hearing this Aemond block himself out of the room, unfocusing his gaze he hug his mother that continue to cry in his shoulders. His face was still as a rock, solid, without a feeling. Only a treacherous tear falling slowly from his good eye, showing the emotion behind the empty gaze.

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house of the dragon men reacting at you sleeping on them

house of the dragon women reacting at you sleeping on them

how house of the dragon characters would touch you

someone offended you

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their reactions to you teasing them with your foot under the table during dinner 2

you catch them masturbating and calling your name

nude painting

you said "I love you" in your native language

aemond targaryen

a brief moment of comfort with aemond

sub!aemond targaryen x dom!reader 18+

aegon ii targaryen

aegon targaryen x sister!reader

a drunken night with aegon

aegon provokes and begs (sub!aegon x dom!reader)

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visenya targaryen x fem!reader smut

you’re not someone i fear, you’re someone i want part 1

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⚔️Visenya and Rhaenys Targaryen🗡️

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Only a Dragon

pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Aenora Targaryen, twin sister of Princess Rhaena Targaryen and older sister to Aegon, Viserys, Jaehaerys, Alysanne and Vaella and Aegon Targaryen's betrothed, or is she?

Word count: 3,9K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Kidnapping, Exile, Forced marriage, Smut, Childbirth, Maegor is a warning on his own

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Aenora did not know what was going on when she was rudely woken up from her sleep by her great aunt, Visenya, in the middle of the night. The woman hurriedly made Aenora change her nightgown to a maid's dress along with a cloak and sneaked her out of her room and the Red Keep, trying as hard as possible not to notify the workers still working on the red walls. Aenora tried to resist but she was no match to the warrior woman despite her age.

"Where are you taking me, sodjisto?" Aunt. Aenora rubbed her eyes tiredly. Visenya did not answer and pulled her harder. Aenora felt sleep slip out of her as the cold night air welcomed her. Her eyes trailed around the yard to find Vaghar waiting her and her aunt's presence.

"What is the meaning of this?" Aenora questioned. Eyes never leaving those of Vaghar. The dragon glared right back at the girl.

"Climb up child" Visenya ordered. The lack of Dark Sister did not make her the less intimidating. That woman helped unite the seven kingdoms, she was a warrior queen.

"Where are we going?" Aenora asked. The ten and six name days old girl reached carefully to touch Vagahr's snout. She had her own dragon, Crystalwing, a male dragon as white as snow with fire as blue as the sky with yellow eyes, what earned him the name Crystalwing was the shimmering of his white body under the sun, Aenora has been ridding him since her tenth name day when he was large enough to hold her safely on his back.

"Maegor is awaiting us" Visenya finally answered. Aenora turned to look at the older woman in confusion, why was her uncle waiting for her?

"What of Crystalwing?" Aenora questioned. Visenya stepped forward placing a hand on Aenora's cheek firmly. Her eyes sparked as watched the frown on Aenora's face simmer away.

"We will return for him" Visenya promised. Aenora gulped but nodded her head believing every single word uttered by her great aunt. She shuffled to the rope on Vaghar's side and struggled a little climbing up the beast.

Visenya smirked victorious climbing after Aenora taking her place behind the small girl. She ordered her dragon to fly just as guards swarmed the yard. Aenys, Aenora's father followed with her mother Alyssa screaming for Visenya to land again. The Queen listened not to them and headed to Dragonstone with a very concerned Aenora.

"Father did not know?" Aenora felt tears prick at her eyes. She loved her father dearly, her mother was overbearing always telling her that it was her duty to marry her brother Aegon when she gets he is of age, her having already had her moon's blood at ten and three. Aegon still had three more years to reach his adult age of ten and six but it seems their marriage will never happen. Aenora was glad so, she did not hold such affections for her brother but she was ready to do her duty.

"He did not agree no, but he knew this was going to happen some day" Visenya responded. She personally delivered the request to Aegon her brother/husband when Aenora and Rhaena were born but he had refused her and then when Aenys rose to the throne she had the same request, one of the twins to marry Maegor, but was denied again. Aegon refused the match because of the age difference of eleven years however Aenys refused it with fear of Maegor usurping his throne.

"Will he be angry with me?" Aenora wondered. Visenya had no answer and focused on her dragon landing on Dragonstone. The sun has begun rising in the horizon and the sky was turning a shade of orange and pink. Maegor was awaiting their arrival in the yard with a maester by his side.

"Mother, niece" He greeted. He had a smirk of sorts on his face, it caused shivers to run down Aenora's body.

"Come my dear, we have much to do and so little time" Visenya wrapped an arm around Aenora's shoulder once both were on solid ground again.

"What are we to do? What is going on?" Aenora pulled away from the Queen and took several steps away from the trio. Vaghar grumbled annoyed before taking flight leaving the yard looking empty. Visenya's eyes hardened as she looked at the angry girl.

"Has your mother not taught you manners? That is no way to speak to a Queen" Maegor was more amused than angry at Aenora. She looked adorable angry, thinking she could fight him and his mother, he was almost twice her height and size with Dark Sister strapped by his side while she was a small girl, short with no weapon except her tongue.

"My mother taught me what I needed but when I get taken against my will with no information I think not manners matter anymore, uncle" His title left her lips dripping venom. He wondered what his brother told his children of him, they were not close they never were and Maegor lived on Dragonstone as its rightful owner although Aenys did have sons, three for that matter.

"Sweet girl, no need to worry or tire your weak brains" Maegor was the only one brave enough to step closer to the enraged girl. Aenora did not hesitate to throw a punch at him when he was close enough, her eyes widened when he did not move or seem the least bit affected, his head stayed in place unlike when her brother would punch soldiers during training and his lips quirked up in a smile. He thought she looked like a mouse, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.

"I am not a sweet girl and my brains are not weak" She hissed not growing dishearten by her failed attempt at hurting her uncle.

"Then you should know why you are here" Maegor pointed out. One of his hands rested on the hilt of Dark Sister, a silent threat, while the other moved to push the hood of her cloak off her head showing her short platinum hair, it barely reached her shoulders almost like a man's would.

"You are already married" Aenora pointed out. Maegor laughed loudly at her words, she sounded desperate.

"Have you forgotten that we are Valyrians, your grandfather had two wives and I shall have two as well" Maegor leaned closer to her so their faces were almost on the same level.

"Uncle, please" Aenora pleaded. Maegor felt his heart grow softer at her wavering voice. He leaned closer to place a loving kiss on Aenora's forehead if there was any love in that kiss, Aenora did not feel it.

"Listen to the Queen" Maegor instructed. Aenora sighed in defeat, looking up into his eyes. She prayed in her head for her father to come flying in but he did not, there was no sound of another dragon or the sighting of it. Aenora was sure Maegor had men on the roof to inform him at the sight of a dragon, Maegor was no idiot.

"Go" He urged. He placed a hand on her lower back pushing her gently toward his mother. Despite how gentle he was Aenora stumbled a little, she wondered what would have become of her if he were to push her with all his strength. She cursed herself for feeling butterflies in her belly. Maegor was a better match than Aegon who was in love with Rhaena.

Aenora made no more complains and followed after Queen Visenya who dressed her in robes fit for a princess. She stayed silent the entire walk to where Maegor waited for her in matching robes with some witnesses among them Ceryse who looked beyond furious. Aenora felt sad for the woman but no guilt which concerned her, when did she begin feeling like this was right? Was it when her father told her of Maegor's adventures or was it when Maegor crushed rebellion after rebellion for her father?

It was Queen Visenya who officiated the marriage in the ways of old Valyria. Maegor insisted on a feast being held in the main hall of Dragonstone. Maegor never smiled in his life and he did not that day either but his eyes held a mischievous glint to them, Aenys may have the throne for he had his first born daughter.

On action of Maegor surprised Aenora beyond imagination, he asked if she were comfortable with a bedding ceremony, he worried for her comfort, that was so unlike Maegor that even Queen Visenya's eyes widened in horror. Aenora replied with "You may have forced me into this but now you are my lord husband, I must prove to you and the realm I am pure".

Maegor chuckled darkly whisking her away to their chambers. Men tried reaching for Aenora to undress her but were pushed back by Maegor, he wanted to do the honours himself. Woman did the same but he swiftly moved out of their grabby hands wanting his new and young wife to undress him.

Maegor ordered drapes around their bed to be as black as the night sky showing only shadows, his niece was a princess and should not be viewed in such a manner. He took his time much to the annoyance of the lords and his mother and his first wife awaiting the bedding ceremony as fast as possible. Visenya almost began scolding her son when he decided he wished to devour his wife's soaking cunt but held her tongue.

Aenora tried not to show her pain as his stretched her open but it was inevitable, a man his size could never have a tiny cock, it was enormous and she cried when it first entered her, she felt like she was being ripped in half from the inside. Maegor shushed her staying as still as he could, she was tight enough to cause him some pain as well. Aenora took hold of his shoulder and pulled him down from his kneeling position in between her legs, Maegor feared he would crush her with his weight and held himself up as much as he could with her short arms holding him as close to her a possible.

"I wish to hold you husband" Aenora whispered in his ear. He looked down at her tear stained face with a smirk. Then he began his moving feeling her open up around his length. He enjoyed every second of it, watching her face scrunch up in pain and morph to pure pleasure. He enjoyed hearing her sob desperate for more. He enjoyed seeing the lords squirm uncomfortable at the display they could never give their wives. He loved seeing Ceryse's jealousy through the small opening of the drapes, he was never this gentle with her, he never gave her any pleasure. Maegor treated his niece better, she was blood of the dragon and not some common whore like her.

"Uncle, please" She whimpered in his ear. For the first time Maegor showed his pleasure with a rumbling growl, rutting into her at a faster pace, stomach tightening as she came around his shaft.

"I shall fill you with my children and you will thank me for it" He groaned in her ear. Aenora rewarded him with a loud moan. His hips stilled as he seeded her, cock pulsing with pleasure.

"Thank you, Kepus" Uncle. Aenora whispered to him. Maegor looked down at her red and puffy face, satisfied with him. He pulled the drapes down once everyone had left their room awkward and uncomfortable.

"I am not done with you just yet, niece" A savage smirk grew on his face at her shocked face. Cock still deep inside of her moved again still as hard as before if not more.

"I will not stop until you swell with my heir, do you understand?" He grabbed her chin so she would not take her eyes off of him. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open when she was feeling so euphoric.

"Yess" Her words were slurred like a drunk, she was drunk on his cock already. Maegor could only chuckle darkly and rut harder into her tight hole.

He bred her until the first rays of sun rose in the distance. He stayed in her bed even after holding her exhausted body against his own. She glowed in the sunlight, burying her face in his chest to block the sun from disturbing her much needed sleep.

It was around midday when Maegor heard the roar of a dragon. He could not help but feel excited to see the look on his brother's face at the sight of his precious daughter covered in bruises to show his claim to her. Maegor pulled her with him to the court yard where her father was descending from the back of Quicksilver.

"Maegor" Aenora has never seen her father so angry in her entire life. She was not one to cower however and stood tall by her husband's side.

"How dare you take my daughter from her bed-" Aenys Targaryen paused seeing his daughter free beside her uncle, no chains and no threat. She looked different if that were possible in a fortnight. Aenys guessed what has happened but he refused to believe it.

"I may have taken her from her bed brother but now her bed is in my rooms, where she will stay for the remaining of her years" Maegor responded, pride filled him at the shattered look on Aeny's face. Visenya joined them then taking the space on Maegor's other side. Aenys was outnumbered, his wife too distraught to join him at the Red Keep in what little space has been already built while his mother was long gone.

"Maegor, she is but a little girl" Aenys pleaded. His eyes looked his daughter up and down, she wore a red and black dress much different in style than the ones she wore only hours ago. It was open showing her feminine traits with a cape blowing behind her. Her shoulder were covered but her arms were out in the open. Her hand trailed down to hold one of Maegor's.

"Father I wish to remain by my husband's side" Aenora's voice was steady holding a new womanly tone to it, or maybe it was just Aenys' imagination no longer viewing her as a little girl. Maegor held her hand tightly showing his claim to his brother, not shying and hiding their intertwined fingers like Aegon used to do whenever she tried initiating any affectionate touches. Maegor was a man grown not a boy still, he did not stutter in her presence nor did his cheek turn as red as wine.

"You know not of what you saw, tala" Daughter. Aenys never used such a hard tone on one of his children before in his life. He immediately regretted it at the sight of hurt in her eyes but she masked it as fast as it appeared.

"I will give you a choice, brother, either you annul and end whatever this is or you go to exile for five years" Aenys chose to be a king over being a brother and father.

"What is your answer, byka zaldrītsos?" Little dragon. Maegor asked turning to Aenora. She did not turn to him and kept her eyes locked on her father who stared back at her, begging her to chose returning with him to the Red Keep.

"Pentos will be our new home, valzȳrys" Husband. Aenora answered. Maegor chuckled turning to Aenys. The King's face hardened into a glare.

"Shame, tala" Daughter. Was the last thing Aenys said before climbing on Quicksilver's back and flying away. Aenora's heart broke seeing her father losing some of his love for her. She wandered then if she had made the right choice.

Maegor did not need be in her mind to know what she was thinking of so he pulled her to his room and fucked her doubt out of her. The next morrow he flew her to the Red Keep to retrieve Crystalwing. Rhaena was there awaiting her and begged her to change her mind but she replied with "I cannot take back what happened, dōna idaña, for all we know, our kepus' child is already growing in my belly" Sweet twin. Uncle.

Aenora climbed atop Crystalwing in her red riding gear, Maegor thought she almost looked like a red priestess making his cock stir in his trouser. Aenora looked at the Red Keep one last time knowing her parents were watching her from somewhere along with Aegon, she could feel their heated glares. She yelled loud and clear for Crystalwing to fly and join Balerion in the skies. The two flew away with a heavy heart but not looking back.

Aenora was right in assuming she was with child, mere weeks after moving to Pentos and being filled ever single day several times with her kepus' cum she was proven right, her moon's blood never showed and the maester announced her pregnant.

"I told you only a dragon can birth a dragon, not some Hightower barren whore" Maegor mumbled in Aenora's ear fucking into her weeping cunt. She moaned his name feeling her heart hammer with anticipation for their child.

"Will you hate our child if it were to be a girl?" Aenora asked him one day. She was standing in front of a window looking out, watching as pentoshi women collected weeds and water to feed the royals inside their palace. Queen Visenya had taken flight a couple days prior to the Red Keep. News reached them that she ordered a feats boasting that her son will have an heir soon. Maegor deemed the women of pentos were of no worth to his Aenora and only two women kept her company, the wife and daughter of their host alongside his own company.

"I could never" Maegor threw Dark Sister on their shared bed. He walked over to her, still much shorter than him and smaller despite her growing belly. He had to bent down a little to reach for her hips and slid his hands up to her belly where their child kicked furiously.

"This is as much my child as it is yours" He kissed the crown of her head. He was still cruel, just not to her, she was his Aenora, the mother of his heir.

Aenora was rended speechless when Dreamfyre landed near the palace she stayed in, bedridden, too big and heavy to move comfortably. Rhaena barged in with red eyes. Maegor has chosen to stand in front of the bed protectively. Rhaena did not spare him a second glance running to her twin's side.

"I had to come and see you, are you alright?" Aenora laughed at Rhaena's worry.

"I am with child, this is normal" Aenora shook off Rhaena's worries. Rhaena refused to leave even when their father sent a raven ordering her to. She wanted to remain here with her sister till she birthed the child.

Rhaena was shocked when Maegor refused to leave the halls when Aenora's labors began. He paced in front of the doors with only his mother for company. It was just as the moon settled when Aenora groaned in pain worrying him and a maester was summoned.

"You're killing her" A voice spoke. Maegor turned to the woman who dared speak, she was old in age and small in size.

"A maester cares not for the mother, she needs a midwife who will save her life as well" The woman dared step closer. Visenya wanted to block her way but Maegor pulled his mother away.

"Save her then" He gestured. The woman's face softened and walked into the room. Aenora was laying on her back, the first mistake and she was immediately moved to crouch on a birthing chair. The woman ordered for oils and for everyone to clean their hands at least ignoring the maester's screams. Aenora sighed in relief as some of the pressure released in this new position.

"Take him out" She ordered pointing at the maester. She now believed that only a woman will understand another woman's pains and needs.

"Your grace, what if I was needed to intervene?" The maester whined to Maegor after being pushed out by Aenora's new handmaidens having been sent to her by her mother.

"You mean to butcher my niece-wife" Maegor replied. What saved the maester from being one of the many victims of Dark Sister as it was held in Maegor's grasp was the loud piercing cry of a child filling the air. Visenya refused him entry however and walked in herself.

"A healthy child, your grace" The midwife informed. Unlike the maester the gender was not a priority in the birthing bed of Aenora. Aenora was being moved back to the bed by Rhaena and Alysia Torrent, one of the handmaidens sent by Alyssa Valeryon.

"Give me my child" Aenora demanded. The child was much bigger than the normal child, Maegor's size. Visenya remembered when Maegor was born, many deemed it a miracle she was not ripped in half birthing him and but seeing her grandchild she also deemed it a miracle that Aenora was alive after birthing him or her.

"Oh my boy" Aenora cried pushing the blanket away just enough to check his private parts. The child's wails quietened down in his mother's arms.

"Where is Maegor?" Aenora questioned looking up. Her arms were tight around the child although she was very weak and tired. Her face glowed with sweat shining against the sunlight now streaming through the window.

"Outside, dear girl" Visenya responded.

"Tis unfair how much he looks like, as if I was not the one suffering" Aenora grumbled. Maegor could not help laughing, eyes twinkling with happiness now that he had the child he desired so much.

"The next one shall be a copy of you then" Maegor humoured her. The baby looked like a normal newborn in his father's huge arms but looked at least a couple of moons old in his mother's, it could be because she was still small from her young age or it could be because he was huge or maybe both.

"What shall we name him?" Aenora shifted into a more comfortable position. Her hands rested on her belly still big but much smaller than earlier.

"Gaemon?" Maegor suggested bouncing the fuzzy child.

"He does not look like a Gaemon" Aenora shook her head in refusal.

"Daeron?" Maegor moved to sit by her side. Aenora peered down at her son pushing the blanket away from his face watching as his violet eyes looked around curiously while at the same time cooing, trying out his voice outside of the womb.

"Baelon" Aenora responded with a name of her own. Maegor's gaze looked over her face. She looked on the verge of falling unconscious but still smiled brightly at her child.

"Baelon it is then" Maegor nodded in agreement. He placed the baby in the cot close to the bed on Aenora's side, it was so close that if Aenora wished she could reach for her child without having to sit up much.

"My little Baelon" Aenora slurred resting her head on Maegor's shoulder letting sleep crawl up on her. Maegor moved to stand up but she was quick to hold him in place.

"Stay and guard our son and heir" She demanded. Maegor laughed kissing her forehead. He moved to lay beside her, the two squashed uncomfortably on Aenora's side of the bed wanting to stay close as possible to their only child but neither minded as sleeping consumed them both. Maegor may be cruel to the world but he was Aenora's guard and protector.

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Nothing Else Matters

Another digital art of Aemond Targaryen from the fanfiction "Nothing Else Matters" by Nerium Oleander💚

The artist is the author herself)

The author and translators are STARVING for your feedback and comments! Enjoy💫

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some aemond WIP bc I miss him

A year ago it used to take me days to draw a single face let alone features, hair, neck and chest and now I can draw three of all of that within 2-3 hours. While they're not consistent still, I am very happy with my progress. Thank you so much to everyone for supporting me and keeping me motivated and not give up! Especially thanks to David @draknoth-blog for always believing in me ❤️

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Ok, I saw that your request is open, but I decided to make sure (since my request is quite specific). I wanted to make a request to the only link between the blacks and the greens (I know Viserys occupies this spot, but in this case, it will be two people) Rhaenyra's daughter, perhaps Luke's twin. The greens adore her, she has created an incredible bond with Alicent (incredible as it may seem) she is like a mother figure, and both have become very attached to each other, and not only them, both sides of the story love her (so it would be a request yandere!black and green). As I said, she would be the strong link between them, when it comes to her, EVERYONE sits at a table without fights and violence in order to talk about her well-being.

Perhaps, at a party (or dinner, where everyone is present, black and green — if you can place Laennor...) and the reader is pestered by a man, he is flirting valiantly with her and even though she is denying all his advances , he doesn't stop. The family has very different reactions.

I'm sorry for the long request, if you could answer me so I know if you'll answer it, or if I was too rude filling you with information... Thank you so much for reading this far, honey 💗

Thanks for being so kind. I hope you will like it. Please feel free to write more requests.

Maybe you are Rhaenyra's firstborn. You are the twin brother or sister of Jaec or Luke. It doesn't matter to Rhaneyra. You are his favorite child. Maybe it's because you're your mother's only daughter, maybe because of the mother-daughter relationship she lost early in her life, or because she needed a sister/girlfriend who wouldn't betray her. You are a true Targaryen in all your qualities. Your wavy silver hair, pale skin, and violet eyes. You are special not only to your mother, but to everyone in the black team. Your brothers Rhaenys, Harwin, Corlys, Laena, Laennor, your grandfather Viserys, Daemon, Baela, Rhaena all have obsessive tendencies towards you. Keeping you safe and happy is their first priority. However, you are not only the apple of the eye of the black team, but also of the green team. Otto always saw you as his grandson. Alicentin sees you as her child, even if she never had the opportunity to say it out loud. Alicent is causing her children to develop obsessive tendencies towards you. And it supports these trends, causing them to worsen further. You may be the only reason why both sides agree. In fact, Laennor, Criston, Harwin and Daemon think they are your fathers. Each in his own opinion thinks that you are the only man worthy of being your father. Neither side will allow anyone to flirt with you or be your girlfriend. It pampers you to the fullest on both sides.

"Scenario "

A banquet was held at the Red Fort. Kids on both sides were fighting for your attention. You find the opportunity to get away from everyone for a few minutes. A Lord is approaching you.

"Hello Princess."

"Hello my lord."

"It's an honor to meet you."

"Thanks."

"I want to be friend with you."

"Thanks. But that's not possible."

"Why not? Besides, you're of marriageable age."

"Watch your tongue. Talking about such a subject is beyond your limits."

"Your mother didn't discipline you properly. Your husband will domesticate you."

In an instant, the Lord had collapsed before your eyes. Your mother and Alicent drew you in. The lord was immediately dragged into the dungeons. Your mother and Alicent were comforting you. There may be enemies on both sides, but when it comes to you, they even agree to fight together.

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Wedding of Aemond and OC Visenya 🥀

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Prequel: the bethrotal

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Summary: AU where Visenya, Rhaenyra's only daughter lives and is born as her eldest child. To all of Westeros she is seen as the only trueborn child of Ser Leanor and Rhaenyra, but in truth her father happens to be Deamon.

Author's note: Well, I feel bad for chapter 8, so I thought of treating yall with a Christsmas gift. This is a prequel to the main fic, set in episode 8. It will be devided in 2 parts, the other will be posted tomorrow. Consider it your Christmas Targryen dinner <3 Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it, Happy Hannukah (hope I wrote it correctly) to those who are celebrating it, and idk, enjoy this period of the year to those who do not celebrate anything, or who celebrate other things instead <3 Edit: This was alway supposed to be a one shot, I got cocky, thinking that I might turn it into a two, or three, chapters thing. Turns out I couldn't. So I'll repost the whole thing at it was meant to be originally.

Warning: violence and smut. This is your Chrismas smut.

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When her family reached the main gate of the Red Keep she was still up in the air with Balerion. Her mother had traveled by ship, for her pregnancy prevented her from riding Syrax, and her siblings had elected to be with her, not to leave her alone. Still, Balerion was too much of a symbol of Targaryen legitimacy to be left on Dragonstone, so she and her father had decided to travel together on dragonback. The journey was quick, and easy, it was not what left a bad taste in her mouth, a sense of annoyance in her guts. She had told Daemon that landing outside the pit was not going to be a good idea, that unlike Caraxes, who was used to being occasionally housed in that wretched structure, Baleion hated it. With a passion. So when they landed, and one of the keepers foolishly waved his staff to convince her black mount to try and fit in the keep, her dragon just squished him under his paw. He looked at him, and if he had brows he would raise one in mock of the ant screaming at him, and just stomp his giant paw on the fool’s body.

She pitied the other keepers who had to scrap his remains out of the ground.

Daemon laughed, while conducting himself the Red Wyrm inside the pit, while she had to make up excuses. You stand too close, she had said, he cannot see you, you have to mind his size, and not run under his paws. And ultimately decided to mount back again in the saddle and take off, as a precaution, since she could clearly sense Balerion’s growing anger. All directed towards the place he had been chained to by Jahaerys for years, after his last rider’s horrible death. 

When she felt Balerion calm down enough she bid him to find a place to land, somewhere he liked to nest. There must have been a place for him, somewhere Aegon, and Maegor after him, thought when planning the construction of the Red Keep. It appeared such a place was a sandy beach, just outside the walls of the Keep. There was a small path leading down to shore, a lot of steps, and above it a small wooden door. A passage, likely an escape tunnel, that probably led inside the keep.

The dark, tiny stone corridor led in the training yard. She heard it before she even saw it. She heard the clanging of swords, the occasional applause to a fight well fought. 

She reached the yard to see not as many people as she expected to, the Kingsguard were there, some Lords, eager to see the princes, and her brothers, Jace and Luke, wandering towards the weapons stack. &lt;<Nobody would question your place as heir to Driftmark, if we looked more like Ser Laenor Velaryon and less..>> Luke paused, lowering his voice, <<like ser Harwin Strong>>. Her heart stopped for a second, in pain for her brothers. Where she wore the silver lock and purple eyes of house Targaryen, symbolizing her status as trueborn daughter of Ser Laenor, even if few knew better, her brothers bore the dark hair and dark eyes of their true father. Many times it was argued that it came from the Baratheon blood in them, from their grandmother Rhaenys, but everyone seemed to know. 

&lt;<You are a dragon>> She said to her brothers both, <<and dragons do not worry themself over the opinion of lesser creatures>> Jace agreed with her, patting the younger brother on the shoulder. <<You weren’t with Daemon>> He questioned, looking at her with a half grin, <<I heard of accidents, and men squished like bugs>> Jace laughed. Luke was horrified. Visenya huffed, and turned away towards the sounds of broken wood and fighting. A small crowd gathered in one corner of the yard, circling what surely must have been an interesting fight. Jace patted them both on the shoulders and bid his siblings to follow him in that direction. It took her a glimpse of long, straight silver hair for her to understand that perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea after all.

When they reached their destination she saw Criston Cole, the arrogant, smug Kingsguard she now knew to be the Queen’s sworn shield, swinging his morningstar at Aemond. Man had he grown. She remembered a time where he was maybe half his current stature, a timid boy picked on by the others. She admired him more than the fight, he was tall, and judging by the fact that he didn’t finch or fall when Cole’s morningstar hit his shield he must be strong. Very much so. She admired how fluidly his body moved, how his muscles flexed with deadly precision. How he was able to avoid the morningstar, shield now discarded and forgotten, so quickly, even with his injury. Aemond quickly spun, now facing them and Criston, so she could appreciate his defined lineaments, his sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and the large scar that graced one entire side of his face. He wore an eyepatch over the yee she knew he lost. She wondered if the eye was still there, or if it had been carved out. She wondered what it looked like, under the patch, was there a hole? Could she see the insides of his head ? Or has his eyelids been kept sewn shut ?

With the corner of her eye she saw how her brothers looked worried. It was no secret the hatred that Aemond bore towards them, Luke specifically. And seeing how deadly and skilled he had become, despite his injury, because of it, she realized. It was because he lacked half of his vision that he had to become so skilled with the sword, so better than anyone else. She could understand her brothers’ uneasiness. But she couldn’t help the throb in her core, the warmth that took a hold of that spot between her legs. The urge to press her thighs together to apply some pressure. She needed to go back to her chambers.

Cole looked tired, swinging his morningstar required a lot of strength, and Aemond was clever enough to let him do it, over and over again, until the knight was too exhausted to lucidly parry the young Prince’s attacks. It took Aemond one spin and one blow to be able to raise his sword to Cole’s neck. For a second she wished he would push the blade in the knight’s throat, see his blood being spilled. 

She applauded the display alongside the other people gathered, her eyes trained on the one eyed Prince, &lt;<well done my Prince>> said the Kingsguard between heavy breaths, <<you’ll win tourneys in no time>> but it was not on Cole that Aemond’s attention was anymore. She saw his eye finding her brothers first, <<I don’t give a shit about tourneys>> he said. His voice was deep, deep and soft like velvet, <<nephews>> he finally said, addressing her brothers. Both Luke and Jace straightened their backs when their uncle spoke to them, <<have you come to train?>> there was a dark glimmer of excitement in the lilac orb of Aemond. She knew he wished for nothing more than to beat them up, probably both at the same time. Just to show his better skill, even with his one eye. Was she a terrible sister if she wished to see it? If she got aroused while her brothers were shamed by their uncle?

&lt;&lt;;Niece>> Called the same velvety voice, sweeter this time, not like honey or sugar, but like a sweet poison, it snapped her from her trance and cut clean the string of her thoughts, dirty thoughts. Aemond discarded his training sword and started to walk in her direction, she saw it in his eye that he decided to find new ways to hurt their brothers, <<your beauty is that of a goddess>> he delicately grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. It took everything in her not to laugh at his face. Visenya turned briefly and saw how Jace and Luke were barely containing themself, she felt Aemond’s grin on the soft skin of her hands. <<Have you come to spend time amongst true dragons?>> She was waiting for the insult, she knew it would come. She hummed, faking amusement at her uncle’s pun, <<this days a prefer.. stronger company, I fear, my beloved uncle>> she delicately slid her hand from his grip and started walking towards her brothers, and the inside of the keep. Where she knew their mother was waiting for them.

It didn’t take long before her walk was stopped, by Criston Cole this time, &lt;&lt;;Princess>> he bowed. It was more of an insult than a reverence, <<I fear the training yard is no place for a woman, you would be wise to keep away. The risk of injury is high>> her blood boiled. That man had the ability to irate her like no other. She felt the fire, she wanted to breathe flames on his body and enjoy looking at him burning.

A thud, the ground and walls shaking, it was what kept her from responding. A low growl and a shadow who blocked the sun. Cirston’s face contorted in horror. The fear in eyes, the amusement badly hidden in Aemond’s. Her brothers’ grins. All of this fed the flames of her rage.

She kept her eyes in Cole’s dark orb, &lt;<I find the interest you have in my uncle’s training quite unusual, Cole>> his body went rigid in memory, <<I find that men would have that kind of devotion in a cousin, a brother…>> she enjoyed torture, the rage she knew he felt and couldn’t let out, <<or a son>> Visenya kept her eyes in Cole’s as she began to circle him, <<is that because of his injury, hmm>> she moved to his right side, his face snapping in her direction not live her stare, as if she could stab him any moment. She wished she could, <<or is it all the late nights you spent with his mother the Queen? Your.. devotion to her grace that compels you to take care of her children?>> She felt Aemond’s rage at the suggestion, and saw Cole’s cold sweat dripping down his neck. She was joking, she had no way of knowing what happened inside the keep while she was way on Dragonstone, but the sheer terror she could read in Criston’s eyes were indicators that somehow she hit a sore spot, <<I know your secret>> she whispered in his ear, for him only to hear, <<I know why you killed Joffrey Lonmouth>> her wild grin only grew when she saw his body tense and go rigid.

&lt;<;Look at him>> Visenya said out loud, tilting her head towards the large dragon perched on the walls right in front of them. Everyone turned, not just Criston Cole and Aemond, not far behind, <<Balerion believes this walls and halls to be his>> she said for all to hear, <<he still vividly remembers when the Conqueror ordered the construction of this keep, when he made him breath fire on the pile of swords that compose the throne that belongs to my grandfather, he sees all of you as guests in his halls>> she said, looking at Aemond, <<and be mindful, dragons are rather territorial. History should tell you what he did to those who challenged his riders, what happened to Aenys’s brood>> she didn’t even need to mention Maegor’s name to stir fear in the hearts of the presents.

Balerion highlighted her words with a low growl, one that made most of the people in the yard scramble inside, &lt;<if you care to remain in this world, Criston>> she refused to call him by his title of knight. He had forsaken his vow, even if her mother was the one guilty of instigating it. He could have left her in her room that kight, <<you should remember your place and how to properly address your superior. And who this halls will one day belong to.>>

She smirked noticing how Aemond looked uneasy, not at her display of power, he was grinning, he loved it she understood. Her gaze trailed down for a moment, it was his trousers who made him uncomfortable, too tight she knew. Visenya bit her bottom lip and left. She had to be in her room as soon as she could.

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The next time they saw each other was in the throne room. It was packed with people, the entire royal family, the remaining Velaryons and everyone who was peasant at court, higher and lower Lords and Ladies. All anxiously awaiting to hear about the issue of the succession of Driftmark.

Criston Cole was nowhere to be seen.

&lt;<Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds,>> Began the booming voice of the Hand. He was too comfortable in her grandfather’s throne, Visenya thought. It is a seat for dragons, not for a lesser born second son. <<We gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand I speak with the King’s Voice on this and all other matters>> She and Daemon sneered, at almost the same time. Rhaenyra glared at them both, but they couldn’t help themselves. How can such a second son to a lesser house pretend to speak with the voice of a dragon? She wanted to shout, how could he so blatantly disrespect his King’s wishes. The same King he so adamantly claimed to serve? She wanted to climb the steps and rip him out from the throne. To teach him a lesson. She felt her father’s hand on her elbow, silently telling her to calm down. To allow him to talk his nonsense.

&lt;<The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins>> Claimed Lord Velaryon pleading his cause, <;<and not in mine?>> Visenya reached her point of break, the insults veiled in Vaemond’s speech too much to bear and stay silent. 

The Lord turned, he looked at her, &lt;<Am I not the first born daughter of Ser Laenor Velaryon? Tell, me Vaemond, how can a second brother overstep the offsprings of the firstborn son of Driftmark?>>

&lt;<Your mother will have her chance to make her own petition, Princess>> Came the voice of Alicent Hightower, <<Do ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard>> Rhaenyra gripped her hand, pleading to stop. But Visenya was her father’s daughter, too much like Daemon to calmly wait out the storm.

&lt;<I am already doing Vaemond the courtesy of allowing him to breathe>> She said turning her attention toward the Queen consort, <<it is courtesy enough given the insults spoken towards my mother, my father’s memory and towards his own brother>> she saw Otto Hightower’s grip on the throne’s handles tighten. She hoped it cut him.

&lt;<The craven couldn’t wait for his own brother’s death to try and seize his title. I hear he didn’t even go to sit at Lord Corlys’ side once, such was his taste for power>> She continued, relentless, unforgiving, <<I wonder why Vaemond stood, unmoving, when the pirates attacked my grandfather’s ship. From atop Balerion I saw you cowardice, or rather your lust for power, as you stood motionless spectating your own brother’s fall>> She was at Vaemon’s side now, hearing the court’s whispers, <<I was there when they retrieved my grandfather’s body, I was the first to tend to his injuries. And never once have I seen you>> Vaemond’s face was unreadable, too many emotions all at once were depicted on his face. <<I wonder if you rejoiced in seeing him fall>> She continued, <<I wonder if you would have slain him yourself, if I didn’t stay by his side day and night until we arrived on Driftmark>> kinslayer, was the word whispered in the hall, power hungry, man without honor. Visenya had reached her goal, Vaemond’s case, despite the favor of the greens, just crumbled, falling like the dry leaves on a tree's branches in autumn. Gone and forgotten like the cinders she left on the Stepstones, that once belonged to the thriarcy’s soldiers.

Viserys’s presence was anymore needed, yet her heart warmed at the sight of her grandfather come to defend his only daughter, as her mother confessed she had called her. She glanced once in the direction of her uncles, while her father helped the old King to sit on his throne. She disliked them. Not because of her mother’s and Alicent’s feud, or because of the rift in her family, she disliked them because not once in her life had they made her feel welcomed. She disliked Aegon, most of all, she hated his grin, and the light hand wave he gave her when he saw her looking. The sight of him repulsed her. The sight of his hands even more so.

Aemond had a grin on his face. She couldn’t know why, nor did she cared to. Then there was Helaena. Sweet Helaena, always lost in her world and her bugs.

Her trance was broken once again by the irritating voice of Vaemond Velaryon, &lt;<I will not allow it>> the fool said, <<allow it?>> came the voice of Viserys. He was weaker than she ever saw him, his illness eating him away slowly. But even in that moment she saw the shadow of the dragon he was, the flames burning in the back of mind. She admired him, him and his strength, she couldn’t understand the strength it took him to get there despite his decaying body, the resilience in settling this matter once and for all.

The discussion went on, but she didn’t listen, she was focused on her mother’s hand gripping her wrist, on her silent plea to stay still and do nothing, to let the King settle the matter. To not act for once, like her father would.

&lt;<I will not see it ended on the account of this..> Vaemond said, a dead man standing, she grinned, <<say it>> Daemon whispered. Visenya grinned, savoring the chaos about to erupt.

She saw the fear in the eyes of Otto Hightower, fear for her father, and the resignation on the King's feature, he too knew his brother too well.

&lt;<Her children are bastards!>> The corpse shouted, the King leaned over on his throne, the Queen held his breath and her uncles grinned, <<and she is a whore>> she wished she could be the one to end it.

It took one only precise swing to cut Vaemond's head in half, &lt;<he can keep his tongue>> said Daemon to his brother, after he had called for the beheaded man’s tongue after the insult shouted.

The half of Vaemond’s head rolled at her feet, she kicked it and it rolled so that now it balanced on what was left of his skull, revealing the insides of it, &lt;<empty, as I thought>> she proclaimed. Her father laughed. The Queen was disgusted, the King fed up, Aegon was petrified, poor Halaena was almost panicking, she felt terrible for her sweet aunt, and Aemond was almost excited. She wondered again what she could see from the hole in eye socket. She wondered if he wished to live with such impunity like her father, he dreamt of himself being in his shoes, with Luke instead of Vaemond. She wished to know what it felt like, possessing the strength to behead a man with such ease.

&lt;<;Disarm him!>> shouted the hand, <;<no need>> sang her father, cleaning Darksister with his cloak. 

Her mother let out a long breath, relieved and angered both. Visenya knew she hated when she and her father took harsh decisions without her counsel. But this was necessary and even she understood. Vaemond Velaryon could have been left to live after the accusation. Even if he was right to call them bastards.

&lt;<Enough of this nonsense>> Came the weakening voice of Viserys, <<it warms my heart to see my family all reunited>> he couldn’t speak more than a few words before taking a break to breath, it was painful to see, &lt;<we shall celebrate it with a feast tonight>> Visenya tried to remember the man she saw in her youth, the strong King she admired, who so kindly spent time with her as a child. Her and her brothers, never his other children she bitterly thought.

&lt;<And to further unite our house>> He breathed, turning to look at her, oh no, she thought freezing under her grandfather’s gaze. She knew what he was about to say, and her parents too, she could see it in the way Rhaenyra’s grip tightened, in how her breaths were deeper. She saw it in Daemon’s hand gripping the hilt of Darksister, on his eyes of the brother he loved and loathed at the same time, <<come forward Visenya, my first grandchild>> she obeyed her king, she didn’t have any other choice. <<You are the image of my mother>> He smiled briefly, <<and of my father>> she knew little of Baelon and Alyssa, save that they both died before their time. Visenya returned her grandfather’s smile, despite the grip that took a hold of her stomach, <<willful and beautiful, and clever beyond your age>> she bowed in thanks. Yet the compliments didn’t ease the hold her stomach was in, nor did they make her accept easily what was about to happen.

He slowly turned towards his wife, his wife and her children. &lt;&lt;Aemond>> He called. She saw her uncle stiffen, and bow, and when Viserys signaled him to come closer he did so, quietly. There was no love in his lilac eye, no empathy for the suffering King on the throne, he was afraid maybe, but just because that man was his King. There was no love between Aemond and his father, and she found it deeply sad. <<My dear children, it is my wish to see you united in marriage>> Visenya was frozen in her spot, her arms limp on her sides, her mind filled with one thought, repeated over and over again, <<;to further unite our family, as it should be>>, she did not hear the rest of it. Visenya stood there, frozen like a statue, thinking that sooner rather than later she will belong to the man next to her. That he could do as he pleased with her, and her body. It was a terrifying thought.

When they arrived for dinner thankfully her uncles were still nowhere to be seen. She sat at the head of the table, close to her father who was still fuming from the events of the day.

He had spent the rest of the afternoon irate, screaming and throwing things left and right. Visenya however, just sat, she sat and watched her father’s ire, her mother’s worried face, and her brothers' angry expressions. She knew that sooner rather than later she had to marry, there was a time where she knew it would be in the family, a time when the rift between them wasn’t so large and irreparable, a time when she knew that her bond with Balerion was too important to House Targaryen for her to be sold to any other House.

And there was a time when she was content in that knowledge, when she told herself that at least she got to know her future husband better than any other Lady, his flaws and his character. It felt like a lifetime ago.

Now the prospect of wedding Aemond Targaryen terrified her. It terrified her because she would be forced in the viper's den, she would be forced to spend time with them, with Aegon. 

She could not take her mother’s side once she was married, she could not support her, she would be expected to obey her husband. Her husband whom she knew hated her brother Luke and her family with every single fiber of his tall, muscular body. Her husband who, in the privacy of their chambers, could do everything he wished. Even slid her throat and eliminate her mother’s greatest weapon, the one reason the peace was holding. The one dragon that could end any and all rebellions by himself.

They entered moments before her grandfather. Aemond took the seat right in front of her, on the other side of the table. Never once did his eye leave her. She returned the gaze, unwilling to show fear, or to make him think that she would easily bow to his will. 

Visenya stood, like everyone else, when guards came to bring the chair in which Viserysìs sat. His body was so weak that now even supporting itself was too great of a taks. The guards placed him in the center, between his daughter and his wife.

&lt;<Prayer before we begin?>> Asked the weak voice of Alicent, she sneered like Daemon. And watched as everyone joined their hands. Hers remained on her lap. It was odd, however, to see Aemond’s head bow in prayer, the perfect image of a pious man. She wondered if he was really so religious, or if he was simply pleasing her mother.

&lt;<May the smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long>> How big of a hypocrite could Alicent be? Did she not forget her contribution to those broken bonds? Did she not forget that it was her father, her son, her betrayal towards her mother’s friendship that generated this situation? <<And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest>> Visenya turned towards her father, Daemon was suppressing a laugh. She bit her lips to avoid making a sound. Her mother glared her disapproval. They both turned to look down at their laps, to avoid showing their expression. To Vaemond Velaryon she thought, snickering. The audacity.

She raised her head once again, Aemond’s eye was still on her. Not her face though, no. Visenya grinned, he was staring at her body, at the low cut of her dress. ‘Aemond is a man’ Said her mother after Daemond had calmed enough to allow conversations to be had, ‘and your body is a weapon he cannot resist’ she supposed her mother was right. &lt;&lt;Aemond>> The old King called, his son snapped his head in the direction of the sound. Has Viserys ever cared to call his son ? How many times had Aemond heard his name coming from the lips of his father in the last nine years? <<Why are you seated so far from your future wife?>> She saw Alicent’s face drop, was he her favorite son ? It certainly looked like it, seeing how her expression hardened when Aemond stood from his chair. As if someone had sewered a limb from her body at that very moment. An important piece of information at least.

She turned to look at her father, he stiffened and glared at his brother. Do nothing she pleaded in her mind. Jace and Baela were ready to make space, but she moved first. The Princess slid her chair closer to her father, and gestured for the new chair to be placed at her side. She would avoid Daemon sitting in front of his nephew. Gods forbid giving Daemon a target for his ires.

Aemond sat without ceremonies, &lt;<a toast, to the three young couples>> called the King. Everyone raised his glass. She saw her future husband stiffen, Visenya followed his gaze to see Aegon, whispering something to Jace.

It didn’t take long before Viserys was brought back to his chambers, his body could endure all so much. And the moment he left, all the toasts and wishes of good faith left with him. It was as if their family was starting to rot and decay like his body. A chill went down her spine, what would happen when they finally lost the one frail thing that binds them all together? Would war ensure the moment Viserys died? 

In the end it started with a dance: she huffed when Jace stood and asked Helaena to dance with him. To her good soul it probably was an innocent act, to everyone else, a scorn to Aegon. 

She saw a glare of anger in Aemond’s face, it was much more evident than in his brother’s. Visenya slid a hand on his thigh, his muscular, strong thigh. Aemond’s head snapped immediately in her direction. &lt;<Helaena is a great dancer>> She said, he hummed, offering her his hand, a silent invitation to join the dances, the polite thing to do, <<oh no>> Visenya laughed, <;<I am no dancer, my talents lie elsewhere>> she whispered. It worked, if the way he slowly swallowed his saliva was any indication, now his attention was going to be nowhere near her brothers, if she played well enough.

Her hand stayed on his thigh caressing it lightly, Aemond didn’t complain. 

&lt;<A final tribute>> Called Aegon, once his wife was returned to him, <<to my brother and his future wife>> Visenya’s free hand gazed at the knife on the side of the table, her betrothed saw, and so did her father. <<And to my nephews, all wise, handsome..>> She knew what he would say, she removed her hand from his thigh and grabbed the cup in front of her, <<strong>> then she felt Aemond’s hand, his big calloused hand on her leg. He grabbed the soft flesh of her thigh, probably in the vain hope that she would stay put and ignore the insult. Visenya grinned, crossing her legs and trapping her future husband’s hand too close to her core. 

She leaned over, brushing her breasts on Aemond’s bicep, holding her cup high,&lt;<and to you, my Lord Hightower>> She said, toasting towards Aegon, she acted before any of her brothers could do anything stupid. Daemon sneered, Aemond’s grip tightened, her mother pleaded her to stop with a look.

&lt;<Look at me, niece, don’t I look like a Targaryen should?>> He said. Indeed he did, he had the silver hair and the purple eyes typical of their house. <<So do all the whores in Lys, yet none feel the urge to shout it out loud>> She laughed. Rhaenyra closed her eyes, Daemon laughed, her brothers grinned. The Hightowers looked horrified. Aemond’s hand gripped a bit tighter her soft flesh, she felt a shiver crawling towards her core.

Her mother then stood, to toast Alicent and her loyalty towards Viserys, to the unfaltering love she had shown him even in his sickness. Visenya supposed that it was due to the guilt she felt towards her childhood friend, to the friendship her marriage destroyed.

The dinner proceeded then, the table clearly divided in two apart from Aemond who unceremoniously stood, excusing himself for a moment.

She waited for what felt like a reasonable amount of time before standing herself, pretending she needed to use the privy. Visenya was never one to make her prey escape.

She strolled in the general direction of the bath, it was a small, dark room lit only by lanterns hung high on the stone floor. It wasn’t hard to spot Aemond’s tall figure, even in the dim light. She sneaked closer, inching towards his back. There was no mistaking what he was doing, given the rhythmic movements of his arm. 

&lt;<Isn’t this a sin?>> Visenya asked in the sweetest tone she could muster, while grabbing at his muscular arms. She felt his entire body stiffen, in embarrassment surely. The Princess pressed herself on his back, caressing her way down the curves of his arms, towards his big hands. <<Will your gods punish you still, if I am the one committing this sin?>> She mewled cupping his hands. Aemond groaned, letting his hands fall and allowing her to grip his hardened length. 

Visenya started to stroke him, up and down. She couldn’t really see what she was doing, with her face pressed on his shoulder, but he could feel the smooth skin of his member, the almost imperceptible movements of his hips, back and forth, his labored breaths. &lt;<Were you thinking of me?>> She asked, the only reply she got was a low moan that sent shivers down her spine. 

&lt;<When we will be married>> Aemond finally said, between groans and moans, she took note of her hands becoming wetter, as did her core, <<I shall shut that mouth of yours with my cock>> she laughed, and willed her hands to move faster.

It didn’t take long for him to finish, which left her with tacky, wet hands, and a wet, needy cunt.

&lt;<When we are married>> Visenya said, reaching the water basin to wash away that annoying feeling from her hands, <<;I shall bite your cock off>> she wondered how terrible it might feel, that wetness, tackiness, not on her fingers but on her inner thigh. It was not something she would love to, Visenya decided.<<We will see>> Whispered Aemond in her ear, right before disappearing in the darkness.

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[visxenyax]

-𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖊

Synopsis: Aemond has been sent to find his granddaughter, in the middle of the night! Warning: Incest; possessive;(soft) brat kink; SMUT; NSFW ---------------------------------------------- It was the middle of the night and along the path that led to the village of Westrose, there was Aemond who with his black steed with thick hair, were traveling that road in search of his niece, who was no longer at the castle for just over a few hours. Finally the young prince wearing a robe with a hood came to the village, tethered his steed to the side of the village entrance warm, because of the illuminations and people dancing, getting drunk, gambling and you could even glimpse, of couples in the middle of a sexual act;

he wasted no time when the young man was harassed by two prostitutes, a male who promised him divine experiences and the woman who told him that if he went with her, she would take him to see the seven gods!

<<Let me pass!>> he said in a cold voice and his temper was also icy, on the other hand it was his nature to always be icy and cold! The prostitutes were embittered, but on the other hand they were used to having similar behaviors from people; without remorse Aemond resumed his search for his niece; she was renowned for being a fairly open person, not very disciplined, who loved the freedom of the world, and hated being a princess locked up 24/7 inside a luxurious palace. As he went further and further, the number of people increased; continuing at this pace, he arrived at the square where there was a large wooden slab where belly dancers danced on it

Bodies with abundant and not abundant curves, which with their movements could enchant anyone, those curves and sinuous and sensual movements, lust but also the joy in expressing oneself by dancing transpired from them, a dance full of sensuality but also of happiness and joy . In the middle of the slab it was possible to notice a mane with long white hair, so long that it reached up to his bottom, it seemed made of shiny silk, although it was visually splendid and soft. "There she is," thought Aemond.

In his rough way, Aemond waded into the fray and forcefully took his niece's arm and dragged her away from the slab; the girl didn't seem to react at first, but when she turned around and saw who it was and what was going on, she became furious and was trying to wriggle out of his grip in every way, looking like a wild young filly. <<Let me go, uncle! I told you to let go of this fucking grip!>>she yelled, but he paid no attention

"Do you know what the fuck time it is?! it's time to stop doing your usual little girly shit and act like a princess, and you can't come here at this hour!>>Aemond's head whipped around towards her, and his face was full of anger, his eyebrows were furrowed, while his one eye was wide open, you didn't need the other eye to cause concern, that alone was enough; only from that could his anger be seen, through his glacial eye <<You are angry?>> Visenya looked down, she was scared and sorry for his behavior, he didn't like it when his uncle scared him so, she always felt uncomfortable almost disappointed in his presence when he behaved like this… Aemond didn't answer and turned away, still yanking his niece towards the exit that wasn't very close to them. Visenya's arm started to ache... <<Aemond…let go, you're hurting me, I won't run away, I promise>> said Visenya Without doubting Aemond aware of the too much force he had put on the girl's arm, I immediately loosened my grip, but it was too loose that Visenya escaped from his clutches. ''Holy sh-'' With a skilful shot he chased his niece, it wasn't easy to catch her, the young woman was rather plump but had muscles in her legs, which allowed her to have a fairly fast run.

the race was slowly becoming more and more exhausting, Visenya was trudging so to the first barn she saw, she darted into it, hiding behind a giant accumulation of pairs; lying down on a bed also made of the same material as the accumulation of pairs.

exhausted by running, she lay dead weight on it, hoping not to be found by her uncle. Aemond couldn't find her anymore, for the first time a feeling of panic hid inside him; thinking about how many punishments he would have had if he hadn't found her. Or to the millions of problems that her mysterious disappearance would cause, the people loved her, and would like her to become the future queen, for this Aemond must find her at all costs, for the kingdom.

without thinking he entered the barn in which his niece had entered, the place gave off her perfume

<<I know you're here, Visenya, show yourself!>> He was calling her back, even though he was looking for her everywhere, inside that place. He finally reached the place where Visenya was hidden, and there he could see the candor and sensuality of his niece...

her green, almond-shaped eyes looking at him with that innocent look, her heart-shaped mouth, half open with surprise at having been found; her curvy body, her slender legs....

An intense heat slowly built inside Aemond

<<Visenya, get up...and come- let's go!>>

Visenya shook her head as she pulled back

The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virilityAemond was more and more fascinated, his member felt it, he felt he was going crazy... the tissue that trapped him was becoming more and more tight and annoying.. ''Fuck..'' even her thoughts were reeling with lust Aemond closed his eyes inhaling all the air he could, letting it out two minutes later, he had to calm down, but he felt the young girl caressing the inside of his thigh "What are you doing, brat- Visenya's hands were climbing more and more, until they reached Aemond's covered linguine... <<If you don't stop, the fire will burn you>>Aemond said <<Eh..then burn me, under this pair, let's create hell inside this barn>> she answered longing for Aemond. Aemond quickly lowered himself joining his lips on those of the young woman, in a hungry kiss, he was in need of her attention, that attention he had craved since time immemorial, his member was bursting with the desire he had for his Visenya, always the defined as hers even if she was unaware, wherever she went, she had her icy shadow, watching her, longing for her, protecting her. the kiss grew more and more fierce, adding their tongues from both sides, a kiss that became red-hot; Aemond wanted her and without thinking twice, he took both sides of the corset she was holding and forcefully split the corset, ripping the dress underneath; revealing the curves of her young, soft curves, almost milky white skin; her body in Aemond's eyes was perfect, her small breasts were grabbed and licked by the young man; the small nipple of the left breast was meticulously licked by his long and wet tongue. Making the girl moan, her repeated moans were like choirs of angels to Aemond... Visenya's hands were helping her uncle strip off the clothes he was wearing, leaving him shortly thereafter naked; his body was lean and muscular, but not too much, he wasn't excessively full of scars, but these little accessories made a bad impression on him, made him a fascinating man in the eyes of the girl. The hands that were previously busy stripping him were now busy on the young man's modest member, caressing and giving him pleasure. The young man kneeling in front of her was surprised by her audacity and the sensation she was experiencing; enjoying the moment he threw his head back, while being caressed by the young woman, he gave out soft moans, he wanted to keep himself composed even in that intimate moment, he didn't want to sin of virility

Aemond's hips started moving towards the girl, he wanted to feel more pleasure.

<<I want to hear you, Aemond, come to me>>

The young man didn't have to repeat it, he grabbed the girl's legs and dragged her upwards, bringing her close to his virility, eager. He entered her with such slowness as to send her to the gallows, he wanted to make every inch of himself felt inside her; the young woman was moaning, her moans were driving Aemond crazy and from there the inferno lit up, Aemond began to give decisive and repeated jabs, the young woman's body was slammed back and forth, their pleasure was increasing greatly , Aemond's composure had become nothing, his soft moans were making themselves heard, a chorus of moans could be heard inside that barn. Movements of hips more and more animalistic was giving, the young man felt his heart explode from the pleasure that the girl's flesh gave him. More and more he wanted the girl, he loved the young man's member inside her, he loved how he was giving it to her Aemond and Visenya were almost at their climax, the two mouths that had parted, reunited, as his hands returned to her small breasts, squeezing and releasing, moving it from side to side, as the movements of boy they became less and less until the last jab she gave him was so decisive and dry that it made the young girl's eyes widen, making her gasp.... Aemond's orgasm poured out onto the pair that was next to her body; while Visenya's climax was heard by a scream of pleasure… ----------------------------------------- The bodies lay side by side, sleeping, and weary from the sexual intercourse they've just had.

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[fatum679]

Aemond One-Eye rode Vhagar, and the peril posed by Queen Visenya’s mount could not be gainsaid

In 110 AC, she bore him a second son, Aemond, who was said to be half the size of his elder brother, but twice as fierce.

By the time the stableboys finally arrived to pull apart the combatants, the prince was writhing on the ground, howling in pain, and Vhagar was roaring as well.

Even those who loved her best found Visenya stern, serious, and unforgiving; some said that she played with poisons and dabbled in dark sorceries.

Illustrations by Denis Maznev Roman Papsuev (Amok) John McCambridge

[annagehtdichnenkeksan]

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚

Sorry, English is not my native language

Aemond was nine and ten when his half sister gave birth to her last child and only daughter. The wretched little thing was born a whole moon to early, stubbornly clinging to her life. The silver curls were covered in blood, the milky white skin was almost blue, her mismatching eyes (one Violet, one Green) remained closed for a long time, before the little brat lazily opened them. The pitiful whining become an ear-splitting crying, which brought relief to her parents and siblings. Daemon was smitten with his Visenya. He promised her a big dragon, his sword Dark Sister, earth and sky. Everything for the little girl who was blessed with the eyes of his Mother Alyssa. But he never should see her become a woman. The dance of the dragons slaughter Visenya’s family. Dark Sister, now at her uncle’s hip will never pass on to her. 

Together with her big sisters Baela and Rhaena, the only relatives the little girl has, Visenya grew up in Driftmark. King Aemond spared all their lives, after they bend the knee towards their new king, when Visenya was barely two years old. The years passed. Visenya was six and ten now. None of the white haired Women ever see the king. No one is keen on meeting. Visenya was taught to hate the man who killed her father. This bitter King, who never taken a wife. Surely no Woman could stand him. How can a thirty-five year old man don’t have a wife or heirs?Especially as king he need children. The ugly man with the scarred face. Baela always come up with new scary stories about him, until Raena stops her. 

Brushing her waist length hair, Visenya’s thoughts fade into her own future. She got her first proposal at age fourteen but Baela almost beheaded the poor man. Many men asked for her hand since then but Visenya couldn’t stand the thought of leaving her sisters. Both of them take the role of her mother. They feed her, dressed her, educated her. The mismatching eyes of the beauty sparkle with amusement. „No“ she tells herself „I will stay here with my sisters forever“.

In King’s Landing, an annoyed Aemond buries is head in one hand. Since the beginning of his reign, the council has been urging him to get married. The usually dutiful king, rejected every candidate for marriage. He never explained the reasons. „The lady Baela is still unmarried yet“ came from one side. „She is way too old for children“ came from the other side. As if Aemond would marry that white haired whore with the mouth of a sailor. „And the youngest?“ „The youngest?“ „Visenya“. Now it's getting ridiculous, Aemond thought. These idiots really wanna marry him off to a child? „She is sixteen years old, if I am not wrong“ that makes the king disappear into his thoughts. Sixteen. Has so much time passed? He definitely won't marry that brat, but he know that he has to invite and talk with her to satisfy the council. 

[sapphireofrose]

“You are my love.” [ Aemond Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen (oc - twin of Daeron) ]

Warnings: soft, sweetness

Summary: After after a night of passion, Visenya takes over Aemond's room to ask him how he felt about her.

Visenya knocked on Aemond's door. That quiet, warm day turned out to be very important for her. She used to enter in his rooms, but now her heart beat faster.

"Who is?" Aemond's tone was impassive.

“I am your sister, the sister you love.”

“Visenya…” His tone became softer. His lips moistened with the touch of his tongue. "Enter. Don’t esitate."

She took over Aemond's room. He was sitting in front of a roaring fire. He looked at her and she cracked a smile on her lips.

“Sister you are here.” He got up from the sofa to approach her.

"Aemond." Visenya hissed through her teeth. Her intentions to communicate her thoughts and what she felt were so strong. She approached him softly and he looked at her with his usual impassive gaze, but tender only with her.

“I notice you're worried. Has anyone upset you? I swear that…" He said.

However, she immediately stopped his words.

“No one did anything to me.” Her hands were now on Aemond's chest. She looked at him in the only eye she had which however had a particular sparkle that day. “But I have something to ask you.”

“Ask then. Don't hesitate with me, my beloved.”

“Do you love me, dear brother?” She blushed at that moment and looked up at him to look into his eyes.

Aemond smiled softly.

“Were these your concerns?”

She didn't answer, just smiled at him.

“Visenya. I believe you wield power far beyond that of those ancient sorcerers. You own my heart.” Aemond gently caressed her sister's face with his hand in response.

“I asked you because you know… in the last few weeks I've been thinking about how much you meant to me. A sister, a lover, someone important to you? And what will become of us in a few years? I... I want to know everything you think about me.” Her voice now sounds serious.

“You are my soulmate, my light, my love. I don't want to spend my time with anyone else but you. We are not just siblings. And in a few years? We will still be together, stronger and happier than ever." His features softened as she began to speak, sensing the change in Visenya's demeanor. He took her hand, holding it tightly, showing the care he felt for her. He spoke honestly, without holding back.

“So you love me.” Visenya said with her face slightly worried or just too serious for the situation. “Because I do and I couldn't live without your love.”

He squeezed her hand lightly, a smile of tenderness and affection appearing on his lips. His gaze was firm and sincere, showing her all his love and adoration. “I do. With all my heart. I love you.”