#and it's about this princess whose father wants her to marry the king of a neighboring kingdom but she doesn't want to

[jonathanrook]

okay so like. mymusic is about internalized transphobia. right. we can all agree on this. right.

like, i know that curtis's arc is meant to be allegorical for coming out as gay, but it makes a lot more sense for him to be trans, which means that the music genre(s) you like are akin to genders in this universe, or at least at mymusic.

following this logic, flowchart doesn't like music, making him nonbinary.

which two employees does indie resent the most? flowchart and nerdcore, both for their inability to conform to his rules of music taste gender. we know that indie puts a lot of effort into being a proper impassive hipster, which theoretically he shouldn't have to if that was truly who he was (not to mention that he does this to please his father, which, oof.) we also know that indie can envision himself becoming a nerd, which is specifically the subculture/stereotype most explicitly presented as being "trans."

[aelenavelaryon]

Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen Reader

Summary: Daemon finally finds love

Aella Targaryen was nothing like the rest of her family. She couldn't be. Many would often said she was a sweet girl whose only mistake was to have Valyrian blood cursing through her veins. House Targaryen had been on the Iron Throne for over a hundred years, she could remember the throne, it was rather beautiful she would admit. But, House Targaryen was a cursed lineage. Aella thought it was because they were all related. Brothers married sisters, uncles married nieces, cousins married cousins.

When Aella was brought to court she was nothing but a babe. Only one perhaps two moons old. Daughter of Saera Targaryen and her brother Rhaegar Targaryen. Rhaegar and Saera had both been wild and untamable. The two ran away after Saera escaped Old Town and they were never seen again until now. Aella Targaryen was born in the year 105. Rhaegar brought his daughter to court, to present among the realm. Saera had died in her birthing chamber. Viserys, who had lost his wife a nearly two years prior welcomed them both. Aella grew up beside Alicent’s children and Rhaenyra's children.

Aella although growing up with her cousins she preferred to be alone, sitting in the gardens or her room and reading a history book. Her father wondered where she had gotten all of that, she was not like her mother or him. But, there were things he did like singing, poems and song writing much like his daughter. Aella had the basic training, in case she had to protect herself but the young girl no matter the circumstances could never and would never bring herself to hurt anyone. It wasn't in her blood no matter how much her father tried. But Rhaegar would protect his daughter no matter the cost. She rode Meraxes, queen Rhaenys dragon, the princess died that day but her dragon lived.

As the years passed, Aella Targaryen grew into a beautiful maiden. "The Realm's Angel" or "The Realm's Desire" surpassing her cousin Rhaenyra in beauty and everything else. Aella had reached her ten and five name day and was yet to be unmarried. Her father was the reason for that, although he was no king he saw that no one was fit to marry his only child. No one would ever be good enough. Alicent thought it would be a good idea to marry her to Aegon or Aemond if she wished. Rhaenyra thought she would be a great match for Jacaerys or Lucerys. Rhaegar Targaryen refused, once again. But, a few moons later he passed from a swollen belly, leaving his only child at the mercy of her family.

Aella didn't know who to choose as her family had given her the choice to marry who she wanted between the four boys. She was dutiful, whoever her uncle had chosen she would have married but she did not want to disappoint anyone by choosing wrong. The council knew that Aella marrying either of her nephews was a tragedy waiting to happen, so the young girl offered a marriage between another house but Rhaenyra, Alicent and the king denied her. Daemon who had recently lost his wife asked her to marry him, to unite themselves and protect each other. Aella was young, only fifteen summers old what did she know about love. She knew more about duty than love.

So, to stop any family issues or more drama she agreed and secretly married Daemon, consummating their marriage, now it could not be broken. The news reached King's Landing the morning after, creating chaos in the court. The king was fragile in health so he did nothing, besides they were married and they had consummated there was no breaking anything. Rhaenyra stayed in King's Landing, while Daemon, his wife and two daughters remained in Dragonstone. Nearly a year after their wedding Baelon Targaryen and Rhaegar Targaryen were born. Strong boys. On their second named day, their sisters Rhaella and Visenya had been born. When the boys were five, their sisters three Aemma and Viserys were born.

Baela and Rhaena quickly accepted Aella as she had this motherly warmth the girls loved and she had glady taken the role as their mother, not that she would try to replace the girls mother but she did her best to love and care for them as she did for her own children. Aella with Daemon's approval let the girls ride their dragons to Driftmark to visit their grandparents. Rhaenys and Corlys were grateful that the young girl allowed them to visit their mother's family as much and as often as they could. The six children had been kept a secret through out the years. Aella was near her one and twenty name day. As a result, the king had invited her and her family to celebrate as a family.

Her arrival had been expected, Aegon was now married to Helaena and had two children, twins. Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Aemond was unmarried but as far as she knew he was bethroted to a Baratheon girl. Jacaerys was to marry soon but his mother and father were looking for a suitable match. When she arrived, Daemon and the girls were waiting as her and the children had sailed there due to the young kids. Rhaenys and Corlys who were there watched their granddaughters run to their new mother. They saw the love the two girls had for her. King Viserys recovered and went back to being the peaceful king he was. He waited with his family as he watched Daemon help his wife.

She had turned into a beautiful woman, everyone could agree. She seemed happy with Daemon. And she was, he treated her good and with respect. "My king, my queen" she  greeted with a nod. "Princess Rhaenyra, Laenor" she said with a smile. She greeted everyone. "Now, may we present our children?" she asked and everyone turned to her. They were surprised. The king nodded and Daemon signaled the maids to bring them. "Baelon and Rhaegar, our oldest. Visenya and Rhaella out second oldest. Viserys and Aemma our youngest" Daemon introduced as the four oldest made their bows to the king and queen. The youngest were only one.

"May I?" the king asked as he took Aemma, she had her eyes. Rhaenys took Viserys. "Baelon looks like our father, and Rhaegar looks like Aemon" Rhaenys nodded in agreement. Everyone cooed over the Aella'a children and all she did was smile. During the feast for her nameday, Daemon and his wife could see the tension between Alicent and Rhaenyra. "I would like to propose an alliance between our families" Aella began. She had spoken with Corlys and Rhaenys, and of course her husband. "A bethrotal between Jacaerys and Baela. And Rhaena with prince Lucerys" she said with a smile. Rhaenyra smiled. "I think that is a great idea" Daemon held her hand and nodded. "In addition, if Aegon and Helaena agree Jaehaera could marry Baelon and Vinseya Jaehaerys" the table was quiet but Alicent smiled. "I think that is magnificent idea" the king nodded in agreement. "Our house will be united" she smiled happy with the outcome.

Aella Targaryen was a woman many remembered, she had given her family peace but that peace nearly broke when Otto Hightower deemed her dangerous, sending for someone to kill the princess. The princess perished on top of her dragon as a scorpion hit the beast right in the neck, killing it instantly. She received the same fate as queen Rhaenys. The lady didn't survive the fall. Daemon Targaryen never remarried but once he found out who killed her, the Hightowers, more importantly Otto, he was killed soon after. Alicent was pardoned as she didn't know anything. Rhaenyra was crown queen and the princess match's were honored as Baela married Jacaerys, Rhaena Lucerys, and once older Baelon and Visenya married Aegon's children.

The Sweet Summer Child died but her memory remained throughout the years. Aella Targaryen iii married her brother Rhaegar, giving him the heirs he needed. House Targaryen didn't end with Daenerys Targaryen, it went on. It prospered. From Aella Targaryen the first, came the prince that was promised and the realm lived in peace.

[itsgameofthronesimagines]

Could you write about Harwin strong being married to Rhaenyra's sister and they are in Drifmark and is their son who attacked Aemond to protect his little brother so when they are asking about what happens they stand up for him and at the end is the reader who stops Alicent from attacking her son?

(Gif not mine but oh, be still my beating heart)

Title: Strong Bonds

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Harwin Strong x Female!Targaryen Reader

Word Count: 7,610

Warnings: Grief, incest, blood, violence, childbirth, etc.

A/N: FINALLY A HARWIN STRONG REQUEST! For context, Y/n will be a year younger than Rhaenyra, and speaking of which, Rhaenyra will still be married to Laenor and their sons are all legitimate with mixed skin, silver hair, and purple eyes.

(I do not consent to my works being reposted/copied)

"Are you sure it's safe for you to be traveling at this extent?"

Y/n peered up from absentmindedly playing with her sleeping son's dark hair, her own silver locks falling over her eyes as she does so. The carriage rocks as it slowly made its way down a dirt road outside, swaying the Targaryen princess and her family in a calming moment of their chaotic lives. The son whose head rested in her lap, Osmund, stirred when the carriage hit a bump in the road but otherwise kept on dreaming. Y/n returned to petting his hair to keep him that way.

Her husband, Harwin Strong, closely watches her from across the carriage, their youngest son, Baelor, also slept but preferred his father's strong arms over his mother's small lap. No one could blame the five-year-old child since Princess Y/n's lap had shrunk over the months due to her ever-growing stomach, now barely giving ten-year-old Osmund room to sleep in peace.

She raises a sharp eyebrow at her husband, "Would you rather have me fly Qyraxes to Driftmark?"

"Gods, woman, no of course not," Harwin shakes his head, but couldn't help the small grin he bore, "You act like I want to be a widower. What I meant to say was that we didn't have to leave if it would be safer for you."

"This is my cousin's funeral, my love," Y/n spoke sadly, staring out the window while thinking of Laena, "Everyone is going to be there and we, alongside the rest of my father's family, are expected to be there. Besides... I have not seen or heard from Rhaenyra since she left for Dragonstone. I need to see her again."

"Your sister could easily fly back to King's Landing to see you."

A scowl forms on the princess' beautiful face, "Not when there are leeches always lurking about in the Red Keep."

She doesn't speak plainly, but the message was clear. Y/n always prided herself in acting similar to her uncle, Daemon, over her father, Viserys. Much like Daemon, Y/n always saw Otto Hightower as a leech, sucking the blood from the King's back. His daughter is no different. Queen Alicent is a thorn in Y/n's side. Like repeating history, the two women exchange poisoned words with each other, much like how Otto and Daemon once did. It brought Y/n comfort to learn that Lord Otto was dismissed and sent back to Oldtown, with her good father, Lord Lyonel, taking his place as the new Hand of the King, but the Queen still remained. Y/n may not have been friends with Alicent like Rhaenyra once was, but their personalities clashed and therefore formed a rivalry that matched the feud between Alicent and Rhaenyra.

Alicent's most recent jab was one spoken under her breath, but for the entire Small Council to hear. She had made a comment that only true Targaryens have silver hair, and although she never spoke plainly, everyone knew she was singling out Y/n and Harwin's black-haired children. Lord Lyonel Strong looked appalled and disgusted in defense of his son, and Viserys wanted to come to his youngest daughter's defense, but Y/n had always been able to hold her own. Her sharp tongue shuts the accusation down quickly when she pointed out that Alicent's sons and daughter must not be true Targaryens then since they're half Hightower and were just lucky enough to bear silver hair.

Y/n didn't like King's Landing any more than Rhaenyra because of obvious reasons, but unlike Rhaenyra, the younger sister didn't really have a choice in leaving when both she and her husband were part of her father's court. As much as Y/n would love to raise her children alongside her sister in Dragonstone, Rhaenyra had been named the princess of said keep and therefore she had every right to live there. Y/n, being the younger daughter of Viserys and Aemma, had no such claim and unfortunately had no rights apart from those she earned when marrying her now husband.

Not to say she was complaining, however, since she loved Harwin with a burning passion and was happy to bear his sons and heirs of Harrenhal. Y/n had never been happier, and made peace with the fact that she would never have claims to anything like Rhaenyra did as long as she wasn't Viserys' heir. Y/n was content in just being a Targaryen princess, a dragon rider, a wife, and most proudly a mother. Nothing more.

Harwin relents after a fashion of heavy, grieving silence, adjusting his younger boy's head to rest more comfortably on his chest, "Did the maesters say you'll be safe to travel?"

"... No," she flashed a shy grin as if she had been caught stealing sweets, "But when has that ever stopped me?"

Harwin huffs out a small, exhausted laugh, a fond tone in his voice, "Have you noticed how much I've aged since I married the trickster that you are?"

"I've never tricked you into anything," Y/n tilts her head and smiles fondly back at him, "If anything, you're the one who's been tricking me. Only you could persuade me from causing a little chaos."

"Then I should have tried making my case back at King's Landing before we even packed for Driftmark."

"I'm pregnant, my love, not dying," Y/n decides to change the subject upon looking out the window and seeing Driftmark's rooftops in the distance, "I hope Daemon makes an appearance. He tends to act more of a stranger than usual when grieving."

~~~~~~~~~

Daemon is not there to greet his family when they arrive, but Rhaenyra is, along with her husband, Laenor, and their children, Jacaerys and Lucerys.

The royal family and their court all spill out of their line of carriages, King Viserys being the first to greet his oldest daughter with a hug and a kiss before greeting Laenor with his condolences. Alicent and her children dutifully say their grievances, but remain stiff during the whole exchange. Harwin emerges from his carriage, helping his sons out and then his heavily pregnant wife. Y/n's feet barely touched the ground before Rhaenyra embraced her.

"You look stunning," the older sister comments while holding Y/n's face in her hands, "Have the maesters determined the gender of the child?"

"They think it's a girl," Y/n beamed, glancing over at her husband, "And I think he is far more excited than I."

"Marvelous. You must tell me what names you have planned out over tea," Rhaenyra links her arm with Y/n as they began to walk.

"How is Joffrey?"

"Restless, I'm afraid. I left him at home with the wet nurse so that I may gain some sleep out of all of this. You know, if you're truly having a daughter, perhaps we might get to wed our children after all."

"Wouldn't that be lovely? We would get to spend our elder years together, watching our children and grandchildren rule all of the strong houses of the Seven Kingdoms. And let's not forget the dragons they would all ride."

The beautiful vision fades when the Lord and Lady of Driftmark finally come out to greet their guests. Rhaena and Baela are with them and are momentarily distracted from their grief in exchange for fawning over Y/n's rounded belly. Y/n gladly answered their questions if it meant they could briefly forget about their mother's passing. She also secretly enjoyed the girls' company, excited with the idea of possibly having her own girl soon. Jace and Luke trail behind them, but try to act as though they were not interested. Y/n included her nephews in the conversation, wanting them to bond with Laena's daughters. They were family after all, and family shouldn't feel like strangers to one another.

The funeral itself is brought down to the cliffsides where Laena's coffin is to be thrown into the sea. Vaemond Velaryon said a wonderful eulogy about his family's house and finally, the heavy coffin was thrown from the cliffs' edge, sinking to the very bottom of the deep. No one ever said a word until they walked back up to the keep in order to help themselves to wine and food. Plenty of people took this time to give their condolences to the family of the dead, and Corlys and Rhaenys bravely took in their guests despite mourning for the loss of their child. Laenor mysteriously vanishes, but no one says a word, not even when Corlys angrily sent Ser Qarl Correy to fetch him. Everyone was tight-lipped, the tension filling the air with the threat to break. Who were meant to be family members barely knew what to do with each other.

Speaking of, Y/n finally spotted Daemon lingering on the outskirts of the growing crowd and briefly left the children with Harwin and Rhaenyra so that she may give her condolences, "Uncle. My sincerest apologies for you and your daughters."

Daemon accepts the kiss on his cheek but keeps his hands folded in front of him, leaning against the stone balcony overlooking the sea. His eyes travel over his niece's face before traveling down to her swollen belly, smiling slightly as he spoke in Valyrian, "Not as sorry as I am for you to make such a harrowing journey in your predicament. My own wife was dying from childbirth before she took matters into her own hands. One could only wonder if the difficult labor was the consequence of our family traveling so often."

"You can't blame yourself for what's happened," Y/n rests a hand on her uncle's shoulder, reverting to her mother tongue, "Women die of childbirth every day, our mothers were no exception. Laena was strong and determined to die a dragonrider's death, which she succeeded."

Daemon briefly looks down and then looks off to the side. Y/n follows his gaze and spots her father across the yard, eyeing the two of them before turning away and speaking with Corlys Velaryon. Lyonel Strong is standing beside the King, with young Baelor weaving between his two grandfathers, unbothered. Y/n looks back at her uncle and whispers in his ear in the common tongue, "Speak with him. He misses you."

She pulls away and gives Daemon his space, carefully hobbling over to her usual social circles. Harwin has a chair waiting for her as their friends and family are gathered around it. Harwin holds Y/n's hand to steady her as she sits, gratefully taking a drink from a servant girl. Osmund approached his mother once she was settled and she immediately grabs his hand with an encouraging smile.

"Why don't you go and see to your cousins, hm?" Y/n gently squeezed her son's smaller hand, her thumb tracing shapes in his skin, "They've lost their mother. They could use a kind word."

Osmund looked as though he was ready to pout and whine until he glanced up at his father. One stern look from Harwin and the little lord sighs and nods obediently, leaning over and kissing his mother's cheek before walking away to find Rhaena and Baela.

Rhaenyra watches her nephew walk off, a cup of wine in her hands, "Is he ill-tempered?"

"Not usually. It's been a long journey to Driftmark and he was sad he couldn't fly here. It's also the first time he's ever experienced loss. I don't think he knows how to properly react yet," Y/n absently rubs her stomach, playfully smiling up at her husband, "He does get his might from his father though."

"As one could expect from the son of Ser Breakbones," Rhaenyra chimes in with amusement as she now watches her sister's movements, "So for names, have you decided on any?"

"A few," Harwin answered from his stance behind his wife's chair, "If the maesters were mistaken and it is a boy, we want to name him Viserys," Rhaenyra smiles as he continued, "If it's a girl... we're still deciding on just one."

"We've been going back and forth," Y/n sighs, exhausted by the memory alone, "Alysanne, Alyssa, Nymeria, Visenya and... and Aemma."

Rhaenyra pauses mid-sip, slowly pulling the goblet away from her lips when she found she couldn't swallow, eyes blinking rapidly as she wordlessly gripped Y/n's shoulder. Neither sister said a word, but they understood each other all the same. Rhaenyra pardons herself, deciding she needed fresh air away from the crowds. Once she caught sight of Daemon leaving the gathering, she makes up her mind and sends her sons to bed before she, too, disappeared from the public eye.

Y/n watched her sister leave with her uncle and chose to ignore it, smiling and acknowledging the King when he slowly made his way to her after bidding the Queen goodnight.

"My child," Viserys took his daughter's hand and kissed it, "I'm retiring for the night. Do try and get some rest before the return journey."

"Yes, Father. If it is my king's wish."

Viserys smiles and nods to Harwin before exiting. Eventually, Princess Rhaenys walks up to the couple after consoling her granddaughters, and Harwin offers her a seat beside Y/n. Rhaenys accepts and leans close to her distant cousin while overlooking the crowd.

"I had hoped for your baby to be born by the time this gathering happened," the elder woman admits, "I had hoped new life would've outshined the loss of an older one."

"Laena was still young," Y/n held onto Rhaenys' arm, "And strong-willed. I would rather have people remember her life today instead of celebrating the birth of my child. Laena deserves that. I'm so... I'm so sorry, Princess Rhaenys."

Rhaenys only nods, unable to allow herself tears in a public setting, keeping her eyes fixed on Y/n's hand on her arm for a focus point, "No parent should outlive their child."

"And yet, we all wish for our mothers to be with us for the rest of our lives," Y/n looks off, heart-clenching, "I wish my mother got to grow old. I wish she got to meet her grandchildren and die fat and happy... But I wouldn't wish that for myself if it meant your granddaughters got to have their mother back. I wouldn't wish for Rhaena and Baela to go through the same loss I went through when I was their age. I wouldn't wish that for my sons or my nephews."

Rhaenys stands, feeling the emotions threatening to spill from her eyes and she couldn't bear to cause a scene. She squeezes Y/n's shoulder, nodding in thanks when the words couldn't come out, and then she left. A few hours pass and then both Harwin and Y/n round up their boys and bring them to their beds. Once their children are asleep, the parents turn in for the night as well, hearts heavy and exhausted.

Harwin had been quiet during most of the interactions at the gathering, but his thoughts were loud in his actions. While helping his wife undress, he couldn't help but kiss her bare shoulder and let his hands linger around her stomach, storms brewing in his eyes, "Years ago, I couldn't understand why your father was so... broken after the loss of your mother and brother. But now... as your husband and father to our boys... I can't even fathom what I would do if that were you in your mother's place."

Y/n quietly hushes Harwin as she turned to face him, letting her fingers graze over his beard, "It happens to women all the time, my love. It cannot be helped. You can't fight your way out of that. My mother used to say that a woman's battlefield is the birthing bed, and unfortunately, it's not a battle you can fight for me."

Harwin nods despite the look of defeat in his eyes. He had always been a man of action, able to protect those he loves with his might. However, Ser Breakbones always felt helpless whenever his wife goes through pregnancy. He felt useless and the only thing he could do was continue to be a husband and father, but not a soldier. Up until now, his family didn't need him to be a soldier.

The two of them go to bed, held in each others' arms as the moon moves slowly overhead and commanding the unforgivable waves to crash against the rocky cliffs outside the keep. It was soothing to listen to as sleep overtook the tired pair, more soothing than the sounds of King's Landing at night. It was easy to drift into dreams when a beautiful place such as Driftmark was so peaceful and quiet.

That is until a frantic knock is heard pounding on their bedroom door hours later, rudely awakening Harwin and Y/n from their slumber. Harwin crawls out of bed and walks to the door, "Who is it?"

"Harrold Westerling, Ser Harwin."

Y/n sits up in bed, alarmed as both she and Harwin exchange a worried expression. Harwin helps her stand up and throw a dark red robe over her nightgown before they beckon the Commander of the Kingsguard inside. The old man throws the heavy door open, straightening his posture and bowing in Y/n's presence as she addressed him.

"Ser Harrold, what seems to be the matter?"

"Forgive me for the late hour, Princess," Harrold appeared out of breath and possibly even horrified, further worrying the Strongs, "But there has been an accident and your sons are waiting for you in the Great Hall."

Neither of them questions it, both parents racing out of the room with Ser Harrold closely following them. They weave through the hallways of the dark keep, barely seeing a soul awake until they burst into the doors leading into the Great Hall.

Most of the souls that were once sleeping under the roof of the keep were all gathered in this one room, the lights of torches and the blazing fireplaces dancing over everyone's grave faces. Y/n first spots silver hair and finds Rhaenyra and Daemon, standing together off to the side and holding onto Osmund and Baelor. Both Y/n and Harwin run to their sons and gather the boys in their arms, worry filling their voices as they question why both of them had blood on their little faces.

"Ozzy, what happened? Are you alright?"

"Are you hurt? Let me see it, son."

"Why is your nose bleeding?"

"Tell us what happened, Bae."

Poor little Baelor was crying too hard to get a word out, clinging onto his mother's skirts like a lifeline even as his father was kneeling beside him and examining the bloodied and bruised knuckles on his tiny left hand. Osmund looked angry and defiant, a cut cracked over the bridge of his nose and bleeding along with his flaring nostrils as his mother's hands trail over his injured face. Finally looking around at the rest of the crowd, Y/n noticed Viserys and Alicent on the other side of the room, the Queen kneeling beside the maester as he tended to Young Aemond, the prince sitting beside the fireplace with half of his face stitched up. Rhaena and Baela were also present and bleeding from their faces, hugging either side of their Grandmother Rhaenys' waist and Corlys stands protectively in front of them. A few faces were missing from this picture, such as Laenor and his sons, but Rhaenyra doesn't acknowledge this as she stands close to her sister and answers her questions.

"The children were fighting each other. A knife was drawn--"

"Your son took my son's eye!" Alicent proclaimed hysterically, unshed tears in her manic eyes as she stood up and stepped toward the center of the room.

Y/n's eyes widen and looked down at her oldest child, "Ozzy?"

"Aemond stole and claimed Vhagar," Osmund explained, "He said horrible things about Aunt Laena when we all confronted him."

"She attacked me!" Aemond snarled as he pointed at Baela, thus starting a chain of children arguing over each other.

"He attacked Baela!"

"You insulted our mother!"

"He broke Ozzy's nose!"

"He stole my dragon!"

"He could've killed me!"

"It should be my son telling the tale!" Alicent roared.

"He was only defending himself!"

"He could've killed Baelor!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Silence!" Viserys demanded, slamming his cane down against the cobblestone floor, "I am your king and I will have the truth of what happened! Who drew the blade?!"

"It was mine," Osmund admits, hanging his head when all eyes turned to him, "I drew it when I thought Aemond was going to kill Bae."

"He wouldn't stop hitting me," Baelor whimpered into his mother's swollen belly, thus shattering Y/n's heart and angering Harwin's as he stood, placing himself between the royal family and his own with a stern glare.

"Let me see the knife."

Ser Harrold brought the weapon forward as evidence but wasn't stupid enough to just hand it over to Harwin. Ser Breakbones noticed the knife and nodded, looking back at Princess Y/n, "It's the one I gave him."

"But Osmund didn't cut Aemond!" Baela yelled to her cousin's defense, "It was--"

Her voice dies once she noticed something in Osmund's eyes and Rhaena elbowed her. Y/n caught this exchange and gently pinched her older boy's chin, forcing him to look up at her.

"Osmund Strong. Did you or did you not attack Prince Aemond with a knife?"

Osmund's throat bobbed nervously, eyes trying to focus on anything other than his mother's gaze. Y/n found this bizarre, considering that he had been honest with her until now. Then, realization began to dawn on the princess as she slowly looked down onto a different child, not Osmund. All eyes follow her gaze until they all land on Little Baelor. Y/n's other hand ran through her baby boy's hair.

"Bae... was it you?"

Baelor continued to sob, shaking from head to toe, "Aemond grabbed a rock! He was gonna hurt Ozzy!"

"I lost the knife," Osmund finally admitted, trying to keep everyone's attention away from his little brother, "And I got pushed to the ground, but it wasn't Baelor's fault! He took the knife to protect me!"

Alicent scowled in disgust, "And so you cut Aemond's face--"

"Your son was hitting my baby boy!" Y/n screamed back, beyond all of the Queen's slander.

"Seven Hells, Your Grace, he's only five years old!" Harwin came to his family's defense.

"And yet he's capable of spilling my son's blood!"

"Is this what you condone, my Queen?" Y/n's voice drops, a clear tone of challenge, "To have your son, a prince, attack little girls when they defend their mother's name?"

"Your sons attacked mine!"

"To defend their cousins," Y/n reminds her and the rest of those in the room, "Surely you wouldn't raise your son to believe he could do whatever he wanted just because he's royalty. Surely, the good Queen herself wouldn't teach her children to mistreat women or smash a little boy's head in with a rock."

Alicent is momentarily struck by the mockery, quickly recovering with a small scoff, her top lip twitching, "Are you questioning how I parent my children, Princess?"

"I am not questioning your parenting, Your Grace. I'm denying its existence."

Daemon grins proudly at his niece as the room is filled with gasps of dismay, clearly being the only one amused by Y/n's retort. Alicent's face crumbled as though someone had just smacked her in the face. With the tension straining, Harwin stood closer to his wife and children, his arm hovering over Y/n's back as Viserys clicked his cane upon the floor.

"Enough, Y/n. Trading insults won't change what happened. Aemond, tell me the truth, boy," the King slowly limps over to the bloodied prince, "Did you hit Lady Baela?"

Aemond looked as though he had been caught red-handed, pale, and stubborn. Slowly, he grits out his answer, "Yes. After she hit me."

"Liar!"

"Silence!" Viserys roared before glaring back down at his son, "Aemond, did you grab a rock?"

"To defend myself!"

"I was already on the ground, you idiot!" Osmund snapped, spitting out blood and saliva.

"Osmund!" Y/n reprimands her son, tightly holding his shoulder as Harwin reverts his gaze onto the boy.

"Hold your tongue, son."

"But no one was attacking him by then! We were all on the ground!"

"It's true!"

"Silence!" Viserys slammed his cane again.

"This was clearly just an act of self-defense, Your Grace," Y/n bravely continued her defense of her children, against her father's order.

"All of this... over an insult," Alicent huffs out a breath of disbelief with her eyes rimmed with tears, "My son has lost an eye."

Viserys, distressed, tired, and angry, nearly threw his arms around like a child having a tantrum, "This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!"

The whole room froze, shocked with disbelief. Alicent appeared appalled as her husband slowly limped past her towards the door. Y/n witnessed something snap within the Hightower woman as she spoke, "That is insufficient."

Viserys slowly turns around to face her as the Queen continued, "Aemond has been damaged, permanently, my King. 'Good will' cannot make him whole."

"I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye."

"No, because it's been taken."

"What would you have me do?"

"There is a debt to be paid," the sentence alone sent a chill down Y/n's back, eyes dancing between her father and stepmother. Viserys stared at his wife in disbelief as the Queen strongly proclaimed, "I shall have one of her son's eyes in return."

Murmurs and gasps of horror filled the room; Harwin and Y/n's grip on their sons tighten protectively. Viserys tried to calm Alicent, wanting to defuse the situation, "My dear wife--"

"He is your son, Viserys," Alicent cried, the tears finally spilling, "Your blood."

"Do not allow your temper to guide your judgment."

Silence fell again and Viserys thought it was over. He turns to leave just as his wife spoke again, her tear-stained face straightening up as her eyes turn to another man in the room, "If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston... bring me the eye of Baelor Strong."

Criston Cole's eyes scan the room as Baelor begins to step back away from the crowd and from his parents, distraught and terrified as he spoke in his small, innocent voice, "Mother!"

"Alicent..." Viserys warned.

"He can choose which eye to keep. A privilege he did not grant my son!" Alicent snapped back while glaring down at the offending family.

"You will do no such thing." Y/n sternly stated, willing her voice not to shake in fear, but to be as powerful as the Queen's own demand.

"Stay your hand!" Viserys snaps to Ser Criston, to which Alicent pushes back.

"No, you are sworn to me!"

Ser Criston feels the eyes of Ser Harrold on him and finds his words, avoiding Alicent's gaze, "As your protector, my Queen."

Alicent reared back in betrayal, barely flinching as Viserys stepped up to her in challenge, "Alicent. This matter... is finished. Do you understand?"

She scans his face, unable to form a reply as he spins around and tries to meet the gaze of everyone else in the room, "And let it be known! No more fighting shall be done within the blood of my own family."

Y/n relaxed, her voice dropping its firm hold as she gently addressed the King, "Thank you, Father."

Both she and Harwin turn back to their sons, the father beckoning the boys to follow him as he tried leading his family away. The boys go to follow Harwin, still shaking in fear, while Y/n takes her time to follow, her hand gingerly caressing her stomach.

Viserys takes one more look at Alicent before turning back towards the door. He doesn't feel alarmed at the sound of her feet quickly following him, but it's not until he felt the empty space of his Valyrian dagger at his belt did his heart suddenly sink to his stomach.

Ser Harrold is the first to react, stepping towards the King, "Your Grace-!"

"Alicent!" Viserys spins back around, watching his wife's auburn hair disappear into the crowd with his dagger in hand.

Harrold sprints forward, shouting commands to his guards without turning back, "Stay with the King!"

"Hold your approach!" Criston Cole demands against his commander's wishes.

Others began to scream and shout a warning to others, pulling away and giving Alicent a wide berth with her newly acquired weapon. Y/n felt the hairs on the back of her neck before she heard the shouts of the Kingsguard along with her father's voice shouting Alicent's name. Spinning around, Y/n is met with a vengeful queen, Alicent screaming as she brought the raised dagger down on the princess.

Harwin spun around as the chaos began to rise, eyes widening as he immediately takes a large step forward, "Y/n, LOOK OUT!"

Y/n's arm rises and she's able to catch the arm Alicent held the blade in, trying to push the other woman away but they had both taken hold of each other's arms, pushing and pulling against each other, grunting under the weight of the force.

Harwin jolts forward in order to interfere, heart racing in fear and rage. Lord Lyonel steps in front of his son, however, forcing Harwin back just as the blade came down and Y/n had caught it, "No, son! Do not incriminate yourself!"

"Y/n!" Harwin yelled, struggling against his father. He was definitely strong enough to push Lyonel away, easily, hadn't two Kingsguard stepped forward and held onto Ser Breakbones.

It was pure chaos. Kingsguard held swords out to those who dared try to come to Y/n's aid, conflicted with their duties but wanting to protect their Queen if it meant letting her pursue the princess. Ser Harrold was easily just as conflicted, not knowing who he should order his men to protect as he tried pushing through the crowd. He makes it to the two women, but with his mind not yet made up, he instead circles them and pushes lords, ladies, and other soldiers back if they tried to step forward.

Harrold sees someone rushing forward and holds his arm out to them, "Do not, Ser Criston!"

"Alicent!" Viserys roared, but couldn't move much as he stumbled with his cane.

Baelor screams in terror as everyone who formed a circle around his mother and Alicent pushed him back as they grant the women space. Harrold tried yelling over the chaos as others also screamed in fear and protest, all trying to outscream the other.

"Do not, Ser Criston!"

Criston Cole, fierce and determined, tries getting into the circle, perhaps wanting to perform his duty and protect his queen. He pushes people away to get to Alicent and Y/n, but Daemon suddenly steps forward and is able to stop the knight in his tracks, keeping him in place as the two men glared at one another until two other Kingsguard took Criston by the arms.

"Alicent!"

"No!" Harwin shouts, desperately struggling against his bonds and giving the Kingsguard a workout in restraining him.

Rhaenys keeps her granddaughters behind her while she made a grab for Osmund and Baelor, pulling the boys to her body while Corlys shields them all behind him. Rhaenyra is left open and tries to make it to her sister, but Ser Harrold grabs her gently and keeps her back while simultaneously trying to get a hold of his men, "Stay your hand, Cole!"

Rhaenyra struggles against Ser Harrold's hold on her, shouting over at the Queen, "You've gone too far, Alicent!"

"I?" Alicent questions in distress, still fighting for control against Y/n while speaking between the two sisters, distraught and unhinged, "What have I done but what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law! While you and your sister flout all to do as you please!"

"Alicent, let her go!" Viserys demanded from outside the circle.

"Where is duty? Where is sacrifice?" Alicent's tears continued to fall down her face as her eyes search Y/n's while she screamed, "It's trampled under your pretty foot again!"

"Release the blade, Alicent," Rhaenyra demanded.

Alicent desperately tried to breathe, panting under Y/n's strength and her own despair, "And now you take my son's eye, and to even that, you feel entitled."

"Exhausting, wasn't it?" Y/n grunts, a jolt of pain running through her as she desperately tried to keep the point of the blade from her own eye, the flames of the fireplace dancing over the steel and her eyes, "Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness."

Her voice lowers, glare dead set on Alicent's face, "But now they see you as you are."

Alicent pushes all her body weight and any strength she had left into pulling her arm out of Y/n's hold, grunting in rage as she freed the blade and made a swipe at the princess. Shock settles the room, Alicent stepping away to observe her handiwork, only for her eyes to immediately widen once she finally settled on what she had done.

Y/n had taken several steps away, the pain not entirely making itself aware until she heard gasps from all around. Corlys had caught her by the shoulders to steady the princess, noticing the way she was unconsciously clutching her arm. Both of them look down at the offending arm, noticing the blood soaking through Y/n's dress sleeve and spilling through her fingers. The blood droplets splatter onto the floor as Viserys stands beside Alicent, watching in horror as his little girl bleeds because of a wound his own wife inflicted. In her shock, Alicent's grip on the dagger loosens and the blade clatters to the floor, paying no mind to it as all she could do was stare at the cut in Y/n's arm.

Harwin had paused in terror before finally realizing that Y/n was still standing and breathing, the blade now out of danger. Shock draining from him, he pushes the Kingsguard off of him, the two soldiers too stunned to react and let go of him. Harwin pushes past his father and rushes to his wife, gathering her up in his arms and holding onto her wrist so that Corlys could properly inspect the wound from the other side of her. Y/n doesn't speak or react to her husband's hold on her, too stunned to do anything but stand and stare, leaning into Harwin for support. Both Osmund and Baelor break away from Rhaenys and run to their parents, holding onto their mother for dear life. With Criston Cole backing off, Daemon slowly walks forward until he is at Harwin's side, his hand on one of Osmund's shoulders. Rhaenyra pushes Ser Harrold away from her and also joins the Strong family along with Daemon and Corlys, the princess stepping in front of her sister and inspecting Y/n's face and then her wound. Watching as the blood continued to flow, Rhaenyra's posture slowly straightened, the rage of a dragon and a protective older sister taking hold. Unable to calm her anger, Rhaenyra breathes harshly through her nose and spun back around, glaring daggers at Alicent.

"You dare attack my sister!"

The room felt cold, despite the fire blazing hot beside the opposing families. Alicent couldn't bear to look Rhaenyra in the eye, so the princess moves her gaze onto her father, "Your Grace, I beg of you to open your eyes. Your wife just attacked one of your daughters born of our mother and of true Valyrian blood. She meant to bring harm to the princess and her unborn child."

Viserys eyes move to watch Y/n and her family tend to her, sadness and longing evident on his face as Rhaenyra bravely continued, "I am your heir, Your Grace," Viserys looks back to his eldest child, "But should anything happen to me, Y/n would take my place. Therefore, this attack on my sister is a treasonous act against the crown and your bloodline! If you are the honorable king that holds those who commit treason accountable... then no exception can be made for anyone of any station if you value your family and inspiring your loyal subjects."

Y/n slowly begins to come back to her senses, feeling the warm blood run down her arm and another warm liquid run down her legs. She pales as she tried focusing on the sound of Viserys' voice, trying not to panic, "It was a foolish action, Rhaenyra. But even you, as a mother, understand what it's like to protect your children. Alicent was only trying to avenge hers."

"By what? Killing my sister?" Rhaenyra's voice broke, eyes slowly starting to mist, "Carving out the child she carries?" Viserys flinched at that, "What happened to Prince Aemond's eye was a tragic accident. But this... this was intentional. Queen Alicent intended on spilling blood."

Rhaenyra hears a small cry of a kitten behind her, but upon spinning back around, she only saw Y/n clutching her stomach and slowly bending over, soft cries escaping her lips, and the men surrounding her bent down to the princess in confusion. Rhaenyra's eyes widen when she noticed a clear puddle beneath Y/n's skirts slowly pooling against the cobblestone to mix with the blood. Rhaenyra rushes towards her sister, forgetting Viserys and Alicent.

"Y/n?" Harwin's stomach dropped as the wheels began to turn in his head, eyes widening in realization.

"Mother? What's wrong?" Osmund asked innocently, holding onto his little brother.

"She's started her labors," Rhaenyra explains while letting her sister grip her arms tightly, "I wouldn't be surprised if the harrowing events of tonight spurred this on."

Daemon stood back from the group aiding Y/n, keeping a hand on his sword and an eye on anyone who may take this opportunity to pursue his family in a time of vulnerability. He stands guard while Rhaenyra and Harwin frantically help Y/n stand straight again, holding onto both of her arms. They wordlessly follow Corlys as he leads them out of the room and down the hall, back to Y/n and Harwin's chambers. Rhaenys thought it best to take Rhaena and Baela to Jacaerys and Lucerys' quarters where they were no doubt still sleeping through all of this. The older princess beckons the Strong boys to follow so that she might keep an eye on all of the children, unconsciously -or perhaps not- leaving the royal children out. When neither of Y/n and Harwin's sons moves, Daemon takes them both by the shoulder and directs them to follow Rhaenys, the Rogue Prince becoming a protective shadow for the children as Rhaenys whisks them away.

Corlys opens the doors to Harwin and Y/n's chamber and the Targaryen princess is brought inside, the Sea Snake calling for the maester along with the midwives who had traveled with the royal company. Rhaenyra and Harwin help Y/n get comfortable as another wave of pain takes over, the hair near her face beginning to stick to her skin as she tried taking deep breaths, exhaling shakily.

"I will stay with her, Ser Harwin," Rhaenyra vowed while dabbing a cool cloth over her sister's forehead, "You may go."

"I'm staying here," Harwin states confidently.

Y/n quickly grabs his hand through a contraction, squeezing hard as she pushes out words, "No no no, you need to go stay with the boys. We can't trust anyone with our sons for as long as we stay here."

"Y/n--"

"Alicent just threatened to pluck out Baelor's eye and attacked me," Harwin tried not to look, but clearly there was still blood seeping out of the cut on Y/n's arm. Y/n appeared to ignore this, trying to catch her breath, "I don't want my sons left alone for even a second until we leave. Harwin, please, go protect the boys. There's nothing you can do for me now."

Dutifully, he nods, standing over his wife and lingering a kiss on the top of her head before slowly backing away and leaving the room, practically forcing himself not to turn back as he goes hunting down his children.

A maester arrives and first looks into fixing the cut on Y/n's arm while the midwives attend to prepping for the baby, hurrying around the room in search of fresh clean towels and Milk of the Poppy. As promised, Rhaenyra stayed by her sister's side during the whole process, letting Y/n squeeze her hand as hard as she liked, whispering soft words of encouragement, and dabbing her face with a cool cloth.

For obvious reasons, Y/n didn't get any sleep that night, but neither could anyone else in the keep. Everyone was restless, even those unaware of Y/n's labors. After the events of the night, everyone was high-strung and uneasy, and some were downright afraid. Alicent returned to her chambers, never wanting to see a soul until morning. Viserys went to bed, but lay awake at night, guilt and remorse running through his veins. The royal children retired to their respective rooms, but they all stayed awake and Aemond even sat at the window, watching Vhagar in the distance with a smirk.

Daemon, Harwin, and Rhaenys continued to stay and entertain the children, tending to their bleeding faces and trying to make them forget their worries. Jace and Luke, none the wiser for what had happened, gladly entertained the idea of everyone staying up and having fun in their rooms, putting a smile on everyone's faces as they ran around and played. Daemon even found himself teaching all the children small bits of High Valyrian, boys and girls alike sitting down all around him with Baelor and a book in his lap. Baela sat next to her father, her head on his shoulder, trying to rest her eyes after everything that had happened to her today, the only one too exhausted to repeat her father's Valyrian phrases unlike the rest of the children.

Rhaenys sat and quietly listened to these lessons with a cup of wine in hand, while Harwin stood at the door, sometimes pacing, sometimes entertaining the children with stories. But not once, the entire night, did he leave his post at the door, his hand always on his hilt.

The moon had not yet disappeared but the sky was starting to brighten into beautiful colors over the ocean when the door opens and Harwin held onto his sword a little tighter. Everyone looks up with bated breath as Rhaenyra walks in, standing tall and regal as if she had not been awake all night.

"Mother!" Luke gasped excitedly while standing up and running to the princess.

She practically beams as he tightly hugged her waist, her eyes darting up to Harwin with delight, "Y/n's delivered a girl, and they're both going to be fine."

The whole room relaxes with relief, the last of the tension finally leaving the air and leaving them all understandably exhausted. Harwin's whole stiff posture relaxes as one of his hands rises to rub his face. Rhaenyra silently laughs, joy still evident on her expression, "The maester asks for only you to go and see her. Your sons can visit their mother once she's rested."

Harwin nods and swiftly leaves the room, while Rhaenyra turns to the rest of the family, "The royal family leaves Driftmark today, but with your permission, Princess Rhaenys, I think it would be wise if the rest of us stayed a little longer for Y/n and everyone else to get some much-needed rest."

Rhaenys agrees just as Laenor pops into the room, disheveled and groggy. He looks at everyone's expression with a puzzled look, finally turning to Rhaenyra, "What have I missed?"

Harwin makes it back to his chambers in record speed, trying not to appear hasty but also anxious to see his wife and their new daughter. Entering the room, a few of the midwives were cleaning up and leaving, the maester long since gone. Y/n was asleep in their bed, flushed with her silver-blonde hair curling around her head due to sweat, but a small bundle was nestled beside her, and it was squirming. Harwin stepped closer to the bed, making note of Y/n's arm now wrapped in bandages before inspecting the bundle of blankets, his smile softening by what he found.

The infant was small, her little cleaned face the only thing peeking out of the blankets aside from her tiny fingers slowly curling around the fabric as she slept. Like her brothers, she sported small fuzzy tufts of dark hair and even darker eyelashes. The baby girl's lips were slightly open, letting out soft hums as she dreamed. Harwin's heart had never fallen in love faster than it did at this very moment, his finger lightly caressing her cheek and amazed by the softness of her skin.

"My love."

Harwin's eyes drift over to his once slumbering wife, noticing her eyes have opened and she was tiredly smiling up at him. Overcome by relief and happiness, Harwin laughs under his breath before leaning over and kissing Y/n on the lips, taking her breath away. Eventually, he pulled away, his thumb running over her cheekbone.

"Amazing as always, my dear," he whispers, unable to resist kissing her forehead, "How are you?"

Y/n slowly blinks, humming, "Exhausted."

"You can rest. I say you've more than earned it."

Her eyes peek open again, "The boys?"

"Safe and sound. They are in good hands. Rhaenyra will bring them to you once you've healed," his hand grazes over her bandaged arm, "What did the maester say about this?"

"It was Valyrian steel. So the cut was clean. A scar will remain, I'm afraid."

"I will take a new scar over your death any day," Harwin kissed his wife's forehead again before carefully lifting the small bundle into his arms, attempting not to wake the baby. His smile widens once he's positioned her properly and naturally begins to rock, "Well, she's finally here. Have you thought about the names we picked?"

"I did... but none of them seem right now that I've met her."

"Well, do you have another one in mind?"

Y/n thought long and hard, fingers drumming against the feather pillow. She thought about tonight's events, how it had all started with Vhagar being stolen and Laena's memory insulted. To have those two things happen along with the attack in the Great Hall, it felt as though people had tainted the memory of a young and fierce woman who was taken from this world too soon.

"Laena," Y/n strongly announced, "I like to believe she was here with us this past night. I like to believe she protected us and she deserves to be honored now that I've delivered my daughter in her family's home."

Harwin stared down at their daughter, playing with the name on his lips as he watched her sleep, "Laena Strong. I like it."

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Osmund was named after King Aegon I Targaryen’s Hand, Osmund Strong, who was assigned the Hand of the King after Orys Baratheon’s death. Baelor was named to reference Baelor the Blessed/Beloved, but it’s obviously not him since the original Baelor won’t be born until after the Dance of Dragons. Laena is obviously named after Vhagar’s true rider, aside from Visenya. I would have named Y/n’s daughter after Visenya, but spoiler alert, Daemon and Rhaenyra eventually have a daughter already named that. She’s probably the baby in Rhaenyra’s belly in Episode 8.

[tamurilofrivendell]

Sleeping Beauty | Chapter 15

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Pairing: Thranduil/Fem. Reader Summary: A Sleeping Beauty inspired tale with Thranduil the Elvenking, and a female elf living in Mirkwood under the care of Radagast, who is actually the ‘lost’ daughter of the late High King Gil-Galad. Taglist: @hufflepuff1700​​​ @jinlizz-dragondrama @firelightinferno​​ @bubbleyukismile @coopsgirl @achromaticerebus @sleepyamygdala​​​ @smalltownbigheart​ @qmabailor @genderfluid-anime-goth, @0chemicalwaste0, @deadunicorn159, @silvercobra, @thesunschild777

The room was lovely.

The palace was grand.

The people were nice.

You cared not for any of it. You just wanted to go home. You wanted to see Thranduil! You wanted to go to the clearing and sit with the birds and wait for him just as you had done many times before. Just as you had promised. You wanted everything to be normal again. You did not want to be a princess.

Gil-Galad's face entered your mind. You had him memorised from a portrait that you must have looked at more than a hundred times. You still could not quite believe it. That this king you had read about over and over and over again... whose tale had made you feel so inexplicably sad... was your father. You didn't even know how to properly process that, it was difficult to fathom and to understand. You filed it away for later, wondering if you'd ever be ready to fully face it.

Sighing, you tore your gaze from the forest and stared down over the view of the nearest settlement from the palace window. Elves were moving around down there, carrying on with their day-to-day lives. Everything was normal for them, unlike for you. You couldn't make out faces, just bodies milling around, and there seemed to be a lot of them.

You were restless. You felt trapped. You kept glancing at the door to the room, wondering if someone was guarding it but you were too scared to check. You knew you were not a prisoner, and that you had been left alone because you had clearly wanted to be, but you were slowly beginning to feel like one anyway.

You just felt so uncomfortable here that you could scream. This had all happened so fast! There had been next to no time at all to process anything before you were ripped from your life.

Next, you wondered about the king again, though you tried not to. What was he like? Did you really have to marry him? You did not even know him! You had barely been around others your entire life and now you were thrust into this heavily occupied realm with all its busy little settlements and told you had to stay here and possibly marry a strange man! A king, no less!

It was absurd.

You understood why you were here, of course, you were not stupid. The Enchantress was obviously very dangerous and Radagast's fear did make you feel quite a bit of your own. He was the most powerful being you knew! He'd always protected you... but he could not protect you from this. From her. This knowledge unsettled you.

You wondered what she was like. Did she look as terrifying as she sounded? Was she out there right now, looking for you? She had killed your mother... and the Elvenking's, too. It didn't make any sense to you why she would hold onto this for all these years, and come now after so long. You had not done anything wrong!

With a heavy sigh, you forced yourself up and away from the window. Thranduil. You kept trying not to think of him either but it was difficult and you felt increasingly guilty for not being able to be there to meet him in the forest as you had both agreed. What would he think? Would he be angry? Would he be sad? Surely you would never get to see him again! Even if you did get the chance to go back to the clearing one day, after effectively standing him up like this without a word, why would he ever go back?

Your heart felt like it was sinking in your chest as you lay down upon the large, luxurious bed with yet another sigh (seemingly the only sound you could make right now). At least it was better than crying, you decided. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you did your best to quell your tangled, raging thoughts.

So lost in your mind were you that you almost missed it.

That sound.

Slowly, you began to sit up, leaning on your elbows as you looked across the room towards the door.

What was that?

Thranduil's journey through the forest back towards his palace took several hours. It was quicker than it would have normally been on horseback thanks to the swiftness of his elk, but not quick enough for his growing sense of unease. He was unsettled by the feeling he'd gotten in the forest. It had felt like... goosebumps, almost. Something he did not normally feel.

Something is coming...

"My King!" Feren's panicked voice reached Thranduil's ears as he dismounted from his elk and gave the beast a scratch behind the ear.

Thranduil turned his head with a frown, not missing the note of alarm in the guard's voice. "What is it?" He barked, leaving the animal to graze on some nearby grass as he turned and strode up the walkway. "Is the wizard here?"

"I do have a name, you know-" Mumbled Radagast as he came into view from behind.

Thranduil did not spare him a glance, the guilt tripping letters Radagast had sent him still fresh in his mind. He was also feeling a sense of growing frustration due to the fact that you had not been in the forest to meet him.

He did not understand. He was disappointed.

"What is the problem?" He asked again sternly when nobody said another word.

Feren blinked as if he hadn't realised he'd gone quiet. "Oh! Oh, my king, it... it is the princess!"

Thranduil's frown deepened and his gaze moved over Feren's shoulder to the palace, to where he assumed Gil-Galad's daughter was now sitting in the room he'd assigned to her, waiting to meet him perhaps. "What about her?" He asked.

"She has locked herself in her room, my lord."

Thranduil's eyes snapped back to Feren's face. "Locked herself..." He trailed off, utterly incredulous. He finally glanced at Radagast, then back to Feren, and then he sighed to himself as he started moving, striding quickly into the building.

Feren and Radagast exchanged a look before they went hurrying after him.

When Thranduil came to the room that had been given to the princess, he raised his hand and thumped his fist against the wooden door. "Princess?"

Silence.

He cleared his throat. "Anarórë?" Thranduil tried again, using her name this time. His hand moved to the handle, jiggling it back and forth. Definitely locked. Maybe she was nervous? "Is something the matter?"

Another silence.

Thranduil sighed, losing a little patience. "Open this door!" He commanded suddenly, his deep voice booming down the corridor as Feren and Radagast finally rounded the corner. "Now!"

Still nothing.

Thranduil took a deep breath and exhaled, reminding himself to calm down. This poor girl had not known anything until yesterday, he reminded himself. Perhaps she was frightened or overwhelmed.

"Please." He tried again, softer this time. "Anarórë, I simply wish to speak with you. Please open the door."

Silence.

His eyes narrowed slightly and he raised a fist and thumped gently on the door. "Open this door or I will open it for you!" He threatened softly, causing Radagast to shift uncomfortably behind him even despite the mostly gentle tone of his voice. Thranduil sighed, aware that he was on edge from the forest (and the fact the princess was even alive) and that it was not making him a very gracious host at all. He felt a stab of guilt even as he reached into his deep robe pocket and fished out a set of keys, of which he held the only copies and were fashioned to open any door in the palace. Thranduil slid it into the lock, gave the door a push, and watched as it swung open.

A muted squeak from the wizard was all that was heard next as the three of them stared... into the empty room.

Thranduil blinked. He stepped into the room, frowning as he glanced around the chamber. There was a bag of untouched belongings on the floor by the window, which he deduced belonged to the princess, but other than that... nothing and no one.

"Where is she?" Thranduil shot Feren a look that told the guard he may be getting a reprimand for this later. How could he have let the princess slip away on his watch?

Radagast walked into the room, looking this way and that, opening cupboards and drawers as if to find her curled up hiding in there. He even peeked under the bed.

“Ooh... Lothíriel!” Radagast worried as he straightened up, shaking his head as he began to pace the floor. “She does this, you know! I’ve told her... I have! I’ve-”

“Lothíriel?!” Thranduil's sharp voice abruptly cut the wizard off. He spun around on his heel at an incredible speed and eyed Radagast with a sudden fire in his eyes. “The princess is named Anarórë, is she not?”

Radagast went still, unsure what it was he had done now but Thranduil’s piercing gaze made him feel as if he had, indeed, done something. He frowned, confused. “Well, yes, of course.”

He said no more until Thranduil’s eyes narrowed and the Elvenking took a step towards him.

“I had to hide it!” The wizard exclaimed then, his bushy brows drawing together in a deep frown. “Her name was wiped from the history books but not from the minds of those who were there, I had to give her another!”

“Are you telling me... the princess has been living under the name Lothíriel in this very forest, all these long years?” Thranduil was suddenly irate as he realised exactly what had happened here. That you were indeed Lothíriel and Anarórë.

You were the princess.

He had been speaking to her - to you - all along! Thranduil's heart soared at the realisation but then suddenly dropped back down into his boots as he remembered that you were gone. Missing.

Thranduil turned away from the wizard, rushing back down the hallway without another word.

Radagast blinked, looking from Thranduil’s retreating figure to Feren standing at his side. “What did I do now?”

[venusjeon]

dragon bond

you're forced to marry your older brother in the tradition of your house, but it's the younger one who owns your heart.

♔ PAIRING: prince!hoseok x princess!reader

♔ GENRE: house of the dragon au, angst, fluff, smut

♔ WORD COUNT: 5.2k

♔ WARNINGS: incest!! yup, they're targaryen bro&sis. JEALOUSY, underage making out+groping+grinding (hs 15/oc 17), swearing, drinking, bloodplay, "cheating", +18 oral, loss of virginity (guys i think i have a kink)

♔ AUTHOR'S NOTE: you don't really need to have watched house of the dragon or game of thrones to understand this (there are no spoilers btw) but just know it's its own medieval fantasy world. also, sorry it took longer than usual, school and the tedious smut bit at the end are to blame:(

120 AC

Today of all days, he was doing it again.

Your brother Yoongi was only five and ten years of age, yet he didn’t shy away from flirting with every lady or maid that crossed his path. It mattered not to him that your parents had betrothed you to one another, nor that most girls only indulged him because he was heir to the throne.

To you, his future queen, it did matter.

Crossing the great hall full of nobles who’d travelled to the capital from all over the Seven Kingdoms to celebrate your thirteenth name day, you reached Yoongi and dismissed the lady whose cheek he was caressing. Although she curled her upper lip at your curt tone, she wasted no time in running off, glad you’d intervened. Your brother wasn’t, especially when you grabbed his hand and dragged him to an empty balcony.

The views were beautiful, of the whole city and beyond, but each time you stood there you couldn’t help but wonder how many brothels in that labyrinth of alleyways Yoongi had frequented. In various occasions already, you’d heard him slip out of his chambers in the dead of night, seen him leave the Red Keep from your window… He always wore a cloak that covered his hair so no one on the streets would recognise him, but you reckoned the whores of King’s Landing knew well enough whom he was.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he spat after shaking you off assertively, with scant regard for whether he’d hurt you. He had a little, but you were too used to being treated so by him to complain. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

“My betrothed. Have you forgotten that I’m to be your queen, stand beside you when you sit on the Iron Throne? I think you must have, else you wouldn’t woo other girls so openly.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I can do whatever I want, and it’s no business of yours.”

“Of course it is! You’re humiliating me before the court! How can I expect to be respected as a queen if my husband won’t respect me as his wife?”

“You’ll not be a queen, you fool,” Yoongi laughed, the sound pricking your heart as though it were a dagger. “You’ll be my consort, there to just breed me heirs. Nothing more. But this is not about respect, is it? It’s about jealousy.”

There it was, the twisting of the dagger. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I don’t know w-what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi sighed. “Listen well, you’re a freak and I don’t like you, the only reason I’m marrying you is because father’s forcing me to. It’s getting annoying, your following me around, so stop it! Go play with your dolls, or sew, or whatever plain little girls do, but don’t make me suffer your presence any more than I have to.”

He left you there, frozen in your spot as his hurtful words sunk in. And that was it.

Unbeknownst to you, Hoseok was hiding in the shadows, had eavesdropped the whole thing. Two years younger, he was your other brother, and after witnessing Yoongi leave you in tears for demanding a crumb of mercy, he wished he was the only one.

✩ ✩ ✩

You were spending the night of your name day heartbroken, crying in your bed curled up in a ball.

It was true, what Yoongi claimed. You held a torch for him.

How could you not? He was older, dashing, handsome. You watched in awe as he trained in the courtyard, or flew around on his mighty dragon; blushed whenever his eyes landed on you—even if it was momentarily—or he mentioned you by name, or held your hand in public events.

Now, you weren’t stupid. It was clear he didn’t return your feelings... You had just hoped someday he might.

Were you from any other family, it’d be a blasphemous scandal, but intermarriage to keep the lineage pure was the norm for yours. Targaryens were said to be closer to the gods than to men, after all, so different rules applied.

Perhaps people thought that because you were dragonlords, could ride the magical creatures that helped your ancestors Aegon, Visenya, and Rhaenys conquer the Seven Kingdoms some hundred and twenty years ago. Perhaps they did because you looked like deities, with your silver hair and purple irises, and still spoke the language of old Valyria. Or perhaps it was because the future was shown to some members of your house through dreams.

It didn’t matter why. It wasn’t true, anyway. No goddess could be as pathetic as you, rejected by her own intended on her birthday.

Then amid your woe, someone knocked on the door of your chambers. Wiping your wet cheeks, you sat up. Who would bother you so late, past midnight? Part of you wished it was Yoongi bringing a sincere apology, but when you gave permission to enter, it was your other brother who came in with a lit candle in hand.

“Hoseok?”

He approached the bed shyly, almost embarrassed. You guessed why when he asked, “Can I sleep here with you tonight?”

Nodding, you made some space for him. “Had another nightmare?” It was your mother’s bed he usually climbed to, yours only when she had been called to your father’s. You didn’t mind it at all. Tonight, in fact, you were glad he’d cuddle up to you like a pup.

Hoseok placed the candle on your bedside table and lay beside you under the sheets, shaking his head. “I didn’t want you to be sad on your own. I heard what Yoongi said to you earlier…”

“Oh…” You were the embarrassed one now. “It’s fine. He’s always like that, so I know not to take it to heart. I’m not sad... but thank you for caring. You are sweet, brother.”

Setting aside the clear lie for a moment, Hoseok held in a sigh. Brother. Why did you never call Yoongi that?

“He doesn’t deserve it, you know?” he muttered, making you frown. “Your heart.”

Were your damned feelings common knowledge? It was supposed to be an ideal situation to fancy one’s betrothed, but if people learned it was one-sided, your humiliation would be twice.

“H-He doesn’t have it.”

“Stop lying, yes he does!” Hoseok was upset, but you couldn’t fathom why. What was it to him if you chose to keep your infatuation secret? Despite the mutual affection, you weren’t that close. He took a deep breath to regain composure, then said quietly with his purple eyes cast down, “It should be me that you were marrying.”

A chuckle escaped you. “What?”

“Yoongi is a cunt and a bully. He treats you like– Well, he mistreats you! Yet you still follow him around, hoping in vain that he’ll turn into a charming prince like those from the poems you read. I know I’m not one either…” he found the courage to look up and hold your hand under the sheets, and your smile disappeared, “but I would never be mean to you, Y/N. I’d be honoured to take you to wife.”

Afraid of rejection, Hoseok had promised himself to never reveal he was smitten by you. How could he meddle in the betrothal of his siblings? He’d learned to endure the nightmares in which you faced a lonely and miserable married life, but after seeing Yoongi make you cry, he couldn’t let you forgive him again, pretend nothing had happened.

You, in all honesty, were shocked. There hadn’t been a moment when you’d thought of Hoseok as anything other than a little boy. Although… that was exactly what Yoongi thought of you.

Had you been in love with the wrong brother all along?

It wasn’t something one could choose, sure, but Hoseok’s confession had felt like a slap back into reality. The Yoongi you loved and were loved by was fictional, the Hoseok who’d always been kind to you of flesh and blood—the same blood as you.

“I think that, like Aegon the Conqueror…” you took his hand in yours, “I’ll keep company with one sibling out of duty and with the other out of desire.”

An exhale of relief quickly turned into a blushing smile on Hoseok’s face, and you smiled too, pleased at the turn of events.

Your name day was ending on the loveliest note.

By the time you were seven and ten, you still hadn’t married Yoongi. And thank the gods for that.

Alliances were achieved through the means of marriage, and your father feared tying two of his children with a knot might mean two missed opportunities, so the wedding was indefinitely delayed. What worried you was that if your hand was given to some distant lord, you’d be forced to leave King’s Landing and in doing so, Hoseok.

As the years passed and you grew up, so did the love you bore each other.

He was the only person who made you lose track of time, so at ease did you feel when you were with him—which he made certain was constantly.

And when you weren’t together with smiles plastered on your faces, he was learning how to play songs on his harp to later recite to you, or training to win every joust and dedicate you his victory with a wreath of flowers; and you weaving him garments with threads of gold so everyone would envy his riches, or writing to travellers so they’d come to court and tell him about the world he so longed to explore on dragonback.

Hoseok had been knighted recently, and that being added to his fine looks made every girl at court drool for him. He payed attention to none. His heart was yours alone. The knighting had meant nothing for Yoongi, however, who mocked him for not yet having bonded with a dragon.

Whatever interest you’d once harboured for your older brother had sailed away, never to return. Now, you didn’t hesitate to send him to the seven hells whenever he hurled words of abuse at Hoseok. You’d then assure the latter that his worth wasn’t measured in whether or not he was a rider, and that he would get a dragon one day. In the mean time, he sat behind you on the saddle with his arms wrapped around your waist when you flew your own above the clouds.

But all that was during the day. At night, Hoseok had made a habit of slipping into your chambers.

Fortunately, he’d not suffered from nightmares in years, which led him to believe they weren’t premonitory dreams. So even if you were married to another, Hoseok could and would make you happy.

You’d spend hours talking, laughing, caressing each other, kissing... It was hard to hold back when all you wanted was for him to consume you like fire, but contrary to popular belief, Targaryens weren’t immune to the flames, so if you burned, you wouldn’t rise again. That is, if you fell pregnant and the affair was discovered, society would brand you as a whore for the rest of your life and beyond. Without doubt, history books would record such shameful conduct.

Besides, Yoongi wouldn’t take kindly to it. Not at all out of jealousy, but because the only aspect in which he cared about you was procreational. If he couldn’t be sure your children were his, he’d get rid of you once he became king. Of Hoseok too, knowing him. Fear of that demise was enough to scare you into stopping right before matters ever escalated.

That night, however, neither seemed able to stop.

Lying on your bed, Hoseok was devouring your lips with a hunger foreign to him. His kisses were usually chaste and slow, now wet and urgent, as if he was going to die the next day and wanted to make the best out of what time he had left.

His tongue didn’t tire of exploring yours, sliding across it, tasting it, producing the lewdest sound. The only instants he put it out of your mouth was to lick his lips and in turn coat yours with his saliva, eager to keep going, keep taking your breath away.

When your arms curled around his neck, Hoseok got the hint that you wanted his body against yours and readily obliged, drawing close enough to feel your chest rise and fall as you panted, and your heart race. His hand travelled from your cheek down to your neck, and he had to restrain the urge to choke you. How pretty you’d look with his hand around your throat… But no, he moved lower and cupped your breast. Hells, why were you still wearing clothes? He wanted to lick your nipples until they hardened. His cock was certainly already so.

To his delight, you moaned against his lips when his grip tightened, so he kept groping your breast, though careful not to near the edge of pain—the only of which you felt was in your core, uncomfortable enough to make you squirm.

Hoseok noticed, sneaked his knee between your thighs so his own would come to contact with your aching spot, and he began grinding, the friction making you pull away from the kiss to gasp. Only then did you realise how wet you were, juices likely dampening not only your nightgown, but your brother’s also.

“Hoseok…”

Shaky breath warm against your skin, he whispered in your ear, “I know, darling one. It feels good, hm? I’ll give you just what you need…” He next kissed your neck, sucked on it as he had your tongue. The feeling was so lovely that you minded not he would mark you. You minded not a single thing in the world, actually. “Gods, Y/N… I want to kiss you between your legs too...”

It took a few seconds, but the spell did break.

You pulled Hoseok away. “How do you know that is a thing that is done?”

This was the same boy who, some weeks past, was convinced running his fingers through a girl’s locks brought her pleasure, so there was a hint of sudden fear in the purple of his eyes. That he’d been caught.  “I was told by Lord Taehyung. He is married, as you know.”

At once, you got up, hugged yourself. Hoseok sank his elbows on the bed, and with his gaze followed you pace around nervously. “Nobody knows you better than I. Do you think I can’t tell when you’re lying?”

“I’m not!”

Anyone would call you a fool, tell you that you should’ve seen it coming, that possessing a man’s heart was no assurance he wouldn’t stray from fidelity. But Hoseok had proved to be different… Was it your fault, then, because you’d failed to satisfy his needs?

“Who is she?”

Hoseok dropped his head on the pillow with a deep sigh, then laboriously sat up. “It was in a brothel.”

You felt a lump form in your throat, tears in your eyes. “You went to a brothel…”

“It’s not what you think.” Hoseok moved to the edge of the bed, but you took a step back, so he knew to remain sat. “Yoongi dragged me there. He said it was time I became a man. I wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let me, made me at least watch... I touched nobody and nobody touched me, I swear, Y/N. The only good thing I take from it is that I learned some ways in which to please you.”

You stared at him in silence for a while. He was telling the truth, but then, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want Yoongi to upset you again.” He looked down, voice sinking into a whisper as he confessed, “And it is a hard claim to defend… I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me.”

“My love, I believe you.” Having exhaled the air from your lungs that anguish had been withholding, you sat beside Hoseok and held him in an embrace comforting for both. “Yoongi will pay for this. I promise you, someday he will.”

Your brother buried his face in the crook of your neck, and you caressed his silver hair. “I love you more than I hate him. If he’s to pay, let it be by another’s hand. Don’t let him come between us.”

“He won't. Ever”

Your father made up his mind when you reached the age of twenty.

In front of half the realm’s nobility at the great hall, you and Yoongi were dressed in traditional Valyrian robes, performing the rites of marriage.

Harder than he should’ve, the bastard sliced your lower lip with a sharp piece of dragonglass, then dug his thumb in the small wound and smeared its blood on your forehead, tracing the shape of a rune. You did the same to him. Next, each cut into your respective palms and joined them over a goblet while a priest explained that the mixing of blood signified becoming one with the other. You had to suppress a gag when made to take a sip, for it was plausible Yoongi’s blood was all kinds of diseased.

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife.”

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husband.”

In the crowd, Hoseok turned his head away. He had not wanted to attend the ceremony—in fairness, neither had you or Yoongi—but your parents forced him. They were about the only people who could make him do anything anymore.

Ever since he’d bonded with the world’s oldest and fiercest dragon, nobody dared fuck with him, not even his older brother. That was why, when he caught some lords watching him turn away from the kiss, they immediately looked down in fear. Unfortunately, the rumours about the affair you were having with him being whispered at court weren’t so easily scared away, and you’d had to spend less time together in public so as not to spur them on.

Above the clouds, though, there were no witnesses.

That’s where Hoseok’s mind was during the feast, up in the sky.

You looked so beautiful in that white dress, with your soft, silver hair tied in a long braid that fell down your back, but he couldn’t stand seeing you sat at the end of the table next to Yoongi, who’d caused you both so much pain; kept bouncing his leg, playing with his food, giving curt answers to anyone who spoke to him… because the worst was yet to come.

Once the sun disappeared below the horizon, you’d be escorted to Yoongi’s chambers and deflowered.

He would get to be inside you.

Would he hurt you? Or would he… satisfy you? It was horrible, but Hoseok genuinely didn’t know which was worse. What kept him from deciding was the lively song that the musicians started playing, and everyone rushing to dance.

Your mother gave Yoongi a look at which he rolled his eyes. Dance with your bride, it commanded. Grudgingly, he held out a hand to you, who turned to your father with a pleading expression only to receive the same look. Dance with your groom. So with a sigh, you took Yoongi’s hand and followed him to the centre of the hall.

And Hoseok had to watch you dance with him just as your dragons had danced together in the air.

That was it for him. He quickly excused himself to your parents on the account of a headache and stormed off, pushing through the people who’d flocked to act as an audience to those dancing. He was about to go up the small steps leading to the entrance when someone grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Please, don’t go. I need you close.”

How you’d slipped out of the dance floor unnoticed, Hoseok didn’t know, but still, he freed himself from your grasp carefully so as not to hurt you, and whispered, “I can’t see you with him.”

“He means less than nothing to me, my love. And I to him.”

Hoseok knew that. Yet when he glanced down at the cut on your lip, he was reminded of the fact that you’d become of one flesh with another in such an intimate ceremony. It made his blood boil.

“I can’t take it, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

He walked away and left you there, having to face the rest of the day without him. Could you blame him, though? You’d react the same way, would’ve left ages ago... It was the gods whom you damned for making Yoongi the older brother.

✩ ✩ ✩

Past midnight, Hoseok couldn’t sleep.

It must’ve been what, a quarter since the bedding had begun? He wondered if you were still at it, plaguing flashes crossing his mind of your bare body under Yoongi’s. Were you moaning? Gripping the sheets? Begging for him to go harder? Disgusting. He couldn’t shake them away, every time he tossed and turned a new one surfacing among his thoughts. He was going to resort to pulling his hair to make them stop when his chambers’ door opened.

Hoseok sat up without delay, reaching for the blade under his pillow, but from the shadows it was you who emerged.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

There was some light, at least, that of the moon entering through the window, and it made something you carried shine. Hoseok got up from the bed and walked over, once he was close discerning the piece of dragonglass from the wedding in your hand.

“I’m right where I belong,” you declared. “With you.”

“It’s your wedding night. What of your husband?”

“He drowned in his wine cup at dinner. The second he lay on his bed, he was snoring… All the better.”

Hoseok pressed his lips together and sighed through his nose. “If it’s not tonight, it’ll be tomorrow.”

“But tomorrow, I’ll already be yours.” You raised the dragonglass and once more cut into your lip. It hurt as much as earlier, but this time you did it willingly. Hoseok frowned when you placed the piece on his lip. “I may be married to our brother by law, but I’m marrying you for love.”

He flinched at the cut. “But this means nothing to the world.”

“It does to us. And not only that, don’t you understand? After tonight, whatever children I have will be assumed to be Yoongi’s. The risk keeping our bodies apart is gone.” You drew the rune on Hoseok’s forehead with his blood, and on board, he did the same to you. “A goblet?” He ran to get one from his bedside table, gulped the wine inside it as he returned to your side. Soon, it was filled with the blood of both, emptied when each drank from it. “Targaryens are dragons, Hoseok. Fire made flesh. And once a dragon bonds with a rider, it is to the death. I bonded with you long ago.”

The moonlight made the tears forming in Hoseok’s eyes shine just as it had the dragonglass.

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lady and wife.”

“With this kiss I pledge my love, and take you for my lord and husb–”

You hadn’t finished saying it when Hoseok smacked his lips on yours, impatient to make you his, make up for too many years of restraint[PG1] .

Neither therefore wasted a breath in taking off the other’s nightgown, and Hoseok swallowed hard when he saw your naked body for the first time since infancy, you almost feeling faint at the sight of his... Your brother was clearly a man grown now and as a woman, you couldn’t keep away any longer.

He let you drag him to the bed and have him lie over you, knees and elbows sunk at your sides, but did nothing more than admire your features with half-lidded eyes as if he didn’t share your hunger anymore. You tried to kiss him again, and he even pulled back.

“Lykirī,” he murmured in High Valyrian as a rider did to their dragon.

Be calm.

Much as he struggled to resist your tempting, Hoseok knew it’d be over sooner than hoped for if you lost yourselves to lust so early.

He placed a finger under your chin and raised it. “Dohaerās.”

Serve me.

Oh, he needn’t ask twice. Your fingers skimmed across his back and waist until reaching his hard erection, then curled around it to move up and down painfully slowly, at which Hoseok gulped. In part, you wanted him to wrap his own hand around your throat and order you to stop teasing, behave, but the excitement to please him betrayed your mischief.

Eyes locked with yours, a scorching sensation was building up in his core that spread through his body like wildfire the tighter you gripped, the faster you pumped, and he wanted to let go so badly… But the reward of coming inside you was a great incentive to find a distraction to focus on until then, such as his erratic breathing.

You felt it on your skin, hot like a dragon’s. It mingled with yours and scented the air with wine and desire, and seeing the latter reflected on your eyes made Hoseok’s tensed arms begin to shake out of weakness. You quickly caught up on it and so sat up, forcing him to do the same.

“Y/N, what–”

“Sh, my love…”

Hoseok didn’t know what you were up to until you bent over and took him in your mouth, sucking hard as your head bobbed up and down his length. Despite the stinging of your cut, you found yourself revelling in the feeling of his throbbing gliding against your lips and tongue, becoming wet enough to ease right between your legs.

“Ah, just like that…” Hoseok wondered if you could tell he was only just quelling the urge to pin your wrists over your head and pound you until sunrise, until it hurt for both—you could. It made you want to try harder to provoke him. At least, you were satisfied he was unable to contain the groan that followed when you took all of him in, the tip of his cock hitting against your throat a few times until you had to pull it out to cough. “Gods, Y/N…”

You laughed, rather embarrassed, “Gainly, I know…”

Hoseok smiled before he cupped your cheeks and led your lips coated with saliva and blood still to his. All flushed, you’d never looked prettier. “As I want you.”

The way he looked at you, so devotedly and without judgement, you felt no shame whispering in his ear, “How else do you want me?”

You could’ve sworn you caught Hoseok’s pupils engulf the purple of his irises as a nervous, low chuckle escaped him. It was always fun to entice him. He whispered back, “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”

You followed his command with eagerness, welcomed the pain in your wound when he leaned in to kiss you deeply, and your delight in turn sweetened his blood, driving you to suck on his lip. He did want to be consumed by you in any way, but a hiss forced him to pull away. The two of you couldn’t help but laugh, yet the butterflies returned with the first kiss of the trail that Hoseok began leaving all the way from your neck to your thighs, each marked with blood on your skin.

His breath hit against your maidenhood the second he hovered over it, making you shiver with anticipation, and seeing this he decided against torturing you any longer. While his hands groped your breasts as he knew you liked, Hoseok’s tongue delved between your wet folds until reaching your clit and licking it side to side without pause, occasionally straying downwards again to tease your entrance with his tip. You could barely keep still, squirming and bucking your hips into Hoseok’s face, moaning from behind the teeth sank like fangs into your bottom lip. He’d dreamed of making a feast out of your cunt for years, and now that he was finally tasting your juices, your pleasure, he realised the wait had been worth it.

“Keligon daor, valonqar…” he heard amongst your pants.

Don’t stop, brother.

But he was going to. He knew you needed more, and it was time he gave it to you.

The pressure of Hoseok’s tongue was straight away missed, but the tip of his cock replaced it after he’d got closer to kiss you again. It rubbed on your clit as a consequence of stroking himself, and with an exhale your head dropped on the pillow, your eyes closing.

Hoseok took the chance to gently push his erection through your entrance, earning a gasp he interrupted with a kiss. You would’ve smacked him for taking you off guard had he not started rolling his hips like that, moving in and out of you slowly so you could get used to the stretch. There had been a slight stinging but now it felt so nice that suddenly, all your brain could think of doing was wrapping your arms and legs around him to pull him closer.

“You want me deeper?” he whispered before nibbling on your earlobe. You had not the strength to answer, only whimper, but Hoseok understood. And burying himself inside you all the way in a few times, with the scant moonlight shimmering on his blood, sweat, and purple irises, you’d never been so attracted to him. “You’re so tight, I can’t believe it…”

“Hoseok… More, please,” you begged, and it was an order he was keen to obey.

Intertwining your hands, he started pounding you hard enough to send you into a daze similar to the one wine would heave you to, only, overflowing with desire. Hoseok grunted in the crook of your neck with every thrust and you moaned loudly in return, not caring whether all of King’s Landing would hear. There was no need to hold back anymore, not now that you were both so desperate to reach your high.

Soon enough, your walls did indeed begin to clench around Hoseok’s cock, which forced him to fuck you so fast that tears of pleasure formed in your eyes and you had to hold your breath as a heavenly sensation engulfed you whole. You didn’t return to your earthly body until Hoseok finished too, his warm seed filling you.

Afterwards, he kissed you softly and with your eyes closed, both remained still for a while.

“I love you, Y/N.” His tone told you that there should be no doubt of it, that he was there and not going anywhere. The corners of your lips curled into a smile.

“I love you too.”

You kissed his nose, then opened your eyes to see Hoseok already looking back at you, like nothing else in the world mattered more. His gaze wandered about your face, then fell on your mouth. He scoffed, “The court will be suspicious when they see my lip is sliced also.”

“Then let me kiss it better, brother.”

[iamjustaholeforyousir]

What makes you think you're good enough

part 2 of Arrogant Son of a Bitch

summary: after some news, you mother has something to say to you, which gets you thinking of things you shouldn't.

warning: bad family situation, mention of parental abuse, slight angst? (i mean i kinda cried while writing this)

word count: 1,263

minors DNI

part1 part2 part3 part4 part5 part6 part7 part8 part9

you looked ahead and saw something you had thought you would never see. 

Your father is smiling at you. You turn to face King Styles, whose expression is identical to your father's. You were so perplexed since, often, when you return from your “prince hike", your father has a stern expression as if anticipating some sort of outcome. However, today, he appeared pleasant, content, and pleased. Harry was clenching his jaw and staring at his father as you turned to look at him. So you believed it was just you who did not get what was going on.

Harry’s eyes seem to lock onto yours, and his face changes to one of total contempt. 

“Y/n,” King Styles says, you turn your head around to see the older men looking at you, “we are pleased to welcome you to the family.” 

Then it hit you. He said yes. How? When? Why? He just told you he was in love with another princess, he was with you the whole time, and he just looked at you like you were the ugliest, most horrible thing he has ever seen, then….why? Was this a test of some kind? This was a test. This is a test. THIS IS A TEST! 

You wanted to embrace the King! You wanted to embrace the Prince! Everyone could agree that he was quite handsome, and now that you were getting married, you would eventually learn more about him.  However, at this moment, you wanted to frantically announce your impending departure to everyone. 

You gave the biggest smile you could give and said “The pleasure is all mine.” and bowed down. 

“We will finalize the date soon, I hope you have a safe journey back home.” your father said, as he went in to hug the king. 

You turned around to look at your soon to be husband, who was not looking at his feet. You couldn't see his face, so you figured it was out of shyness that he couldn't hold your gaze. 

You stepped outside with your father to deliver the two gentlemen to their carriage. 

You bowed to Prince Harry as the elder men embraced once more. You expected him to take your hand and kiss it, but he utterly disregarded you and crossed the aisle to board the carriage instead.

You were even more confused, you had no idea as to why he would do such a thing. You had seen your sisters getting proposals, even your past proposals, the princes would always depart by curtly kissing the princess’s hand. 

You stayed in your place, as you saw the carriage go out of sight. You couldn't rid your mind of the incident that had taken place just before. 

A maid arrived to your room later that evening to invite you to dinner. To avoid upsetting your father, you hurry down.  You slow down as you draw close to the dining hall. Voices could be heard coming from within. You pause and pay attention. You were always curious since you were the youngest.

 “She will need to learn feminine things.” your father’s voice says 

“y/f/n, she is already very feminine, i have taught her well, are you doubting my capabilities?” says your mother’s voice

“Well, it took her this long to find a suitor, I can see how appealing she is,” he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “But I am talking about the duties of a good wife.” 

You wanted to cry because your own father did not think you were appealing enough to attract a suitor. But you restrain yourself from showing any emotion and move gently inside, and as you do the exchange between your parents ends awkwardly. 

You take your designated place at the table, as you are served your food. You mother looks at you and smiles “i am so happy for you y/n, my darling daughter,” you father scoffs at this and earns a glaring look from your mother, she turns to face you once more and continues “prince Harry will take great care of you, don't you worry, he is a lovely boy.” she seems very happy when she says that, you look at her with a puzzled look, how does she even know? Because according to you, he has just been rude this entire evening, the only nice thing he has done is actually agree to marry, by secretly telling his father. 

Your mother seems to understand your confusion and says “oh! Don't you remember!? As children you both used to always meet, and be stuck together! His mother and I are great friends!”  

You have no recollection of this, absolutely none. That is when your father speaks up “ they were months old when they last met y/m/n! How is she to remember? And you were never stuck to each other.” he snorts as he says this. 

You dreaded meal time, not because of the food, you absolutely loved food, but you and to endure your parents and their constant jabbing at each other. They were never happy, always had to contradict one another for everything. As a child you remember how dreadful carriage rides used to be, with both your parents always bickering about something or the other. And as your sisters left one by one, you felt sad, and lonely, but most of all, you felt scared. Previously, your father has raised his hand on you, in order to “discipline” you when you had done something he didn't like, but you knew it was mostly because he was upset due to something your mother had said. But as you grew up, the torture came to a stop. You were a lady now, ready for marriage, and no prince would want a bruised wife. 

You quickly finished your dinner, and excused yourself from the table. You made a beeline straight to your chambers, and started writing a letter to your sisters. 

 You were at your last letter, when you heard a faint knock, you reach for the door to open them, and when you did, you see your mother standing there. 

“Y/n, i need to talk to you.” she says in a kind, yet serious tone. You give way for her to enter your room.

She sits on your bed and gestures for you to do the same. 

“y/n, you are now old enough to have this conversation, i had this with all your sisters before they got married.” she started, i figured this was the ‘duties of a good wife’ conversation, so listened intently. 

“Once you get married, it is your duty to make your husband happy, and give him whatever it is that he needs, you need to tend to him first, no matter what, and once the wedding ceremony is over, you both would want to consummate the marriage,” oh, Oh! This is what this conversation is about. “And when you do, you need to know that it might not always be pleasurable for you, but as long as your husband seems to be content with it, you know that you are being a good wife. And not just in this aspect Y/n, but in every, you always need to put his needs before yours.” 

You really did not want to have this conversation, but as it progressed, your mind wandered off, to him. You imagined how he would look, how his touch would be, what his voice would sound like so close to you. How he would feel.

A/N : if you have a family situation, similar to the one described in this part, please know that it's not okay, and that i am here for you if you ever want to talk, i know i can't do much, but i can try to make you feel better. If it doers get worse please reach out to someone who can help you better, please seek help if you are victim to any kind of abuse.

stay safe.❤️❤️

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[asa-do-your-thing]

✨ Alicent rediscovers her Lust for women when Helaena gets a new lady-in-waiting ✨

Fantastic idea! Reader is just so sweet and compassionate Alicent can’t help but want her.

Thank you so much! Here it is:

"Rest Your Love on Me"

Alicent Hightower x F! Reader - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Sex, cunnilingus, fluff, fingering, just general Smut

Alicent had made peace with her situation long ago. Why ever should she not? She was the Queen Mother, wife of King Viserys II and mother of three wonderful children. Whatever she might have felt for Rhaenyra – she refused to call her Princess, as she presented herself in the usurper’s role as of late – was long gone, buried deep inside her. Shame prevented her from trying to find a new paramour, so she had settled in nicely with Ser Criston Cole playing as a second father to her little ones.

Her life had been calm, if not boring. She spent her day listening in on the Council meetings, embroidering and trying to nurture a positive environment for her children, especially for sweet Helaena, whose thoughts seemed to be far away from everyone. Alicent knew she needed a new Lady-in-Waiting; one that could try to bring her daughter out of her shell whilst enduring her love for insects.

Alicent had heard about you from Ser Criston’s sister, who had mentioned your name to her. She was in need of an experienced Lady-in-Waiting for her daughter Helaena and, knowing that you were recently widowed, she sent an invitation for you to come to King's Landing.

You arrived at the castle with mixed feelings, uncertain of what would await you there. But your worries were quickly put to rest. Queen Alicent welcomed you with open arms and expressed her gratitude for your presence; it was clear that she wanted nothing more than the best for her daughter.

The woman before you looked completely different than the one who had commanded you to her presence yesterday. She had closely scrutinized you, even having placed a spider on your arm to observe your behavior, which you had gently cupped in your hand and released outside the window. A pleasant expression adorned her fair features and a discernible glint shone from her eyes. Evidently she had heard wonderful things about you, and she ached for them all to be accurate. When you queried her what she wanted from you, and if there was anything you could do to aid her, she towered upright and confidently stated "Nothing more than what I already see."

Alicent was taken aback. She was not used to feeling such a strong physical attraction towards someone so young, especially someone who could never marry into court. But here she was, feeling something for you she had only ever felt before for Rhaenyra.

It scared her, and yet she also couldn't help but be drawn to you in a way that both excited and terrified her. She wanted to know more about you and learn more about your thoughts and desires.

So Alicent decided to take a chance on you. She invited you to her chambers every evening after dinner, where the two of you would sit together and simply talk about life – yours, hers, the kingdom's – anything that came up in conversation. As time went on, the Queen Mother found herself opening up more and more to you, divulging secrets she had kept hidden for years before finally giving way to laughter and joy as if nothing else mattered in this world or the next.

In the weeks and months that followed, Alicent started to eagerly anticipate your time together. She was mesmerized by the stories you told of your experiences and outlook on life; they were so different from those around the castle. Your arms almost touched as you sat close together, and she found herself captivated by how you carried yourself with such grace and poise even when faced with difficult tasks. Whenever Helaena was around, all her attention was on her daughter, but there were moments when she'd sneak glances at you too. Despite knowing it was wrong, she felt a strong pull towards you, eager for any stolen moment alone.

Desire stirred in her belly the closer she and you got. Whenever the two of you spoke privately, it felt like there was some kind of magnetic force drawing them together. They shared stories from their pasts and talked about building a future for the Targaryen princes. All the courtiers could do was smirk and whisper behind their backs, but they never questioned either of them about their relationship. The more Alicent got to know you, the stronger her feelings grew until eventually, they became too strong to resist – just as Rhaenyra had done so many years ago. She realized that this wasn't just admiration or friendship, it was an irresistible passion.

Every night, after bidding her husband goodnight with a forced smile, she dragged her feet back to her chambers and collapsed onto her bed, desperately trying to force the image of you out of her mind. The way you cradled Helaena up against your full bosom, making your heart thunder in her ears and how she could feel the contours of your strong buttocks when you bent down...She quivered with uncontrollable desire and spent countless nights writhing in pleasure, yearning for you to enter her chambers.

When Alicent heard that you were planning to spend the afternoon in some hot springs in a cave, not too far from King's Landing, after having chased around Helaena in the muddy gardens, she knew that this could be her chance. She asked you if she might accompany you, which made you blush. It was a rare honour for the Queen to spend time with you alone, no less going to the baths.

So the two of you ventured off to the cave, butterflies in your stomachs. The warm air that greeted you as soon as you stepped inside made your hearts race even faster and it was clear to both of you that something special was about to happen.

Alicent slowly began to undress you, her eyes fixed on yours as she peeled away layer after layer until all that remained were your undergarments. She took her time, caressing your body as she did so and kissing every inch of exposed skin. She admired your curves and ran her fingers through your soft hair before finally leaning in for a passionate kiss. As your lips touched for the first time, both of you felt a warmth like never before — an electric current that ran through your veins and left them wanting more.

The way you looked at Alicent with such lustful desire made her heart skip a beat and left her breathless; your touch felt like fire on ice – something so forbidden yet so right all at the same time – and all she wanted was for you to keep going until there would be nothing left between the two of you but pure bliss.

As Alicent continued exploring your body with trembling hands and hungry lips, it felt like everything around you had melted away into nothingness — just the two of you lost in each other’s embrace, completely oblivious to anything else outside this moment. As you swam around, the water lapping at your breasts, Alicent gracefully swam up to you and slid her hand up your thighs.

"Please", you whined needily against her warm neck as you wrapped your arms around her slippery frame,"Please, Alicent..."

Without hesitation, Alicent gently pressed your body against the limestone wall of the cave, her own trembling with anticipation. She gently kissed your neck and moaned softly as you gently touched her rounded breasts, gently rubbing her nipple and suckling on it.

You grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to your body, the heat of Alicent’s curves burning against yours. She reached up and cupped your face in her hands as you both gasped for breath, the intensity of the moment leaving you both speechless. Alicent slowly moved her hands over your mound, gently stroking your pearl and slipping her gentle fingers into your hot womanhood, pushing herself deeper inside you as you groaned softly with pleasure, gently pressing your nails into her back. The pleasurable sensations that surged through your body were like nothing either of you had ever experienced before – it was like heaven on earth. You quickly came undone on her perfect fingers, smiling widely in disbelief over the pleasure your Queen has granted you.

As Alicent grasped onto your shoulders, you knew exactly what you should do. Gently carying her over to a small ledge, you watched in delight as she opened her legs for you, the cold air hardening her nipples and showing you her beautiful cunny. Gently moistening your lips, you made a sloppy trail of kisses up her thighs and stopped at her wonderful opening, kissing and licking it until it seemed that Alicent would start screaming from pleasure. Gently licking your fingers, you lowered her back down into the hot water and inserted a finger into her trembling heat. "Is... this what you wanted, my Queen?", you murmur into her ear, gently quickening the pace of your finger, making sure that you continued stroking her pearl.

The only response you got was a muffled scream, as Alicent grabbed onto you, contracting around your fingers. Giving you a small kiss on the tip of you nose, she nodded and gave you a blissful smile. The two of you drifted away into a state of pure bliss, Alicent's breaths becoming more collected after a while. "We should return", she remarked matter-of-factly, blushing in a deep shade of crimson. "Mayhaps I should reassign you to be my lady-in-waiting, seeing as you... enjoy working for me", she said with a coy smile, gracefully wringing out her auburn hair.

You blush and help her get dressed again. "It should be the greatest honour, your Highness. I could not imagine working for someone better than you."

[transdimensional-void]

bael the bard, danaë, perseus, and jon

has anyone discussed before how the bael the bard legend is not only a remix of the hades/persephone myth but also of the myth of danaë and perseus?

the myth

i want to start by retelling the full myth because while there’s a lot that isn’t relevant to bael the bard’s story, i believe some of the other parts might be relevant to the future story in the books. bear with me because it’s a little long.

danaë is a princess, daughter of the king of argos. the king has no male heirs, so he consults the oracle of delphi, who tells him that he will never have a son but that his daughter will...and that this grandson will one day kill him.

fearful of his life, he locks danaë in a room beneath his palace (or at the top of a tower, depending on the version of the myth) to keep her from ever conceiving a child. however, the god zeus takes a shine to her and sneaks through her prison bars in the form of a golden rain. the rain falls upon her and impregnates her.

when the king learns of danaë's pregnancy, he decides he must get rid of both her and the child. however, murdering his own kin would anger the gods, so instead he locks mother and child inside a chest and sets them afloat on the sea. the gods intervene, and poseidon, brother of zeus, sees to it that the pair make it safely to another island, where they are taken in by the local king. the child, perseus, is raised in the temple of athena.

the king who takes them in wants to marry danaë, but she refuses. he says he'll give up on the idea if perseus slays the gorgon medusa. the gods grant perseus gifts that help him succeed. he is bringing medusa's head back as proof of his success, when he sees a princess chained to a rock by the sea. this is andromeda, who is being sacrificed to a sea monster that has been terrorizing the coast of her homeland, aethiopia. the sea monster is revenge from the gods for her mother's hubris in claiming she was more beautiful than the nereids. perseus makes a deal with her father that he can marry her if he saves her.

perseus uses medusa's head to turn the sea monster to stone and consequently receives andromeda's hand in marriage. at the wedding feast, her uncle, to whom she was promised before the whole sea monster debacle, tries to intervene, but perseus turns him to stone with medusa's head. then he takes andromeda home with him, shows the head to the king as proof of his success, and saves his mother from the unwanted marriage.

later, he goes to the olympic games and, while participating in the discus (or javelin) toss, accidentally hits his grandfather in the head, killing him instantly. thus, he unintentionally fulfills the prophecy. having murdered the king of argos, he refuses his claim to its throne and instead becomes king of a nearby land.

bael the bard

there are some clear parallels between this myth and the bael the bard myth we learn in "a storm of swords."

the king who lacks a male heir but has a daughter whose son could become his heir. the girl locked underground. the girl ripped away from her home and family. a dubiously consensual romantic encounter that results in the girl's only child. the son going on to unwittingly kill a male forebearer.

of course, the bael the bard myth is echoed in-universe by several storylines, most notably the story of lyanna...which means that it is also echoed in the story of jon.

implications for jon's story

it's interesting to consider whether some of the elements of perseus's story which aren't included in the bael the bard myth will show up in jon's story. some of them already have, such as the girl's son being rescued by his uncle (poseidon rescues perseus, ned rescues jon) and a prophecy being made about the child even before he is conceived (perseus will kill his grandfather, jon will in some way fulfill a prophecy rhaegar was obsessed with).

the stark maiden's son goes on to become an unwitting kin/kingslayer, and so does perseus. if jon ends up killing a king or queen who is also his blood relative, then he would be following the pattern set by both stories. while bael's son slays his father and perseus slays his grandfather, in both cases the girl's son kills the man who imprisoned his mother and separated her from her home and family. jon, of course, can kill neither his father nor his grandfather, as all of these people are already dead. however, he could kill another relative, perhaps one who has already fantasized herself as rhaegar...and by killing her, he could in essence be "killing" his father's family's entire legacy.

it's also interesting that, while the son in the bael the bard story takes his grandfather's seat (not his father's), perseus refuses to take his grandfather's seat after having killed him and instead takes a nearby throne. i wonder which one jon's story will more closely resemble. i don't see jon ending the story as lord of winterfell or king of westeros (his two grandfathers' seats). i can see him ultimately refusing both seats, especially considering he's already refused the lordship of winterfell. but he could be given a lordship near to winterfell instead...

another fascinating connection is the story of perseus and andromeda. the andromeda story is seen as a possible precursor to the story of st. george and the dragon update: this is the meta i meant to link (thanks to @kellyvela for opening my eyes to this amazing reference within the novels). in andromeda's story, not only does a mythical monster get slain to protect the beautiful princess, but her uncle who is trying to marry her also gets killed to keep him from getting his hands on her. i wonder if there are any princesses in the novels who have uncles trying to marry them who might need to slaying... i can't conceive of why such a princess would be showing up in a story related to jon! hmmm... of course, in george's twist on the tale, the princess will get to slay her own monstrous uncle (in a castle made of snow).

also, i'm sure i'm not the first to point out the strong possibility of danaë being an inspiration for dæny's name. dæny is a princess who is sent by sea to live in another land and does conceive a child of prophecy. however, it very much seems that with her son's death, her connection to the myth of danaë dies as well. she takes on the destiny prophesied for her son, in a sense becoming the hero of her own story.

conclusion

considering how many bael references are sprinkled throughout the novels, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are other connections to the myths of danaë and perseus than the ones i mentioned here, so i’d love to hear what other think!

[raayllum]

insp by @jelzorz’s HC of ezran having a network of little spy animals in katolis and well, this drabble bunny of how it got started wouldn’t leave me alone

His brother has always been clever, able to look at things from a variety of angles, and while Callum’s ideas can sometimes be extreme or exasperating, they are almost always worth considering. But this...

“An animal spy network?” Ezran says, arching a brow. “Really?”

“You can never be too safe,” Rayla adds from her new seat on the council.

“And it would save the crownguard time on patrol,” Callum says, standing in front of his more familiar chair. “Our guards are good, but they’re not infallible.” 

“His Highness has a point, Your Majesty,” Marcos says quietly, shuffling uncertainly. He’s here at Callum’s request, but he’s always a little nervous when he’s around—“The castle would’ve never known of the oncoming attack if Princess—” Rayla clears her throat. “Lady Rayla hadn’t let me go.”

“The animals of the kingdom already know you and love you,” Callum says pointedly. “We might as well use it.”

Ezran scowls. “And how exactly will they know how to identify ‘threats’? “Anyone whose an elf? Anyone who looks out of place or different?”

“Anyone travelling through the Dark Grove behind the castle at night with weapons,” Callum says flatly. “You’re making it more than it is, Ez.”

“And you’re being paranoid and wasting my time—”

Opeli slides in, voice soft. “King Ezran, with all due respect, you are being a tad unfair to Prince Callum. I understand that you are hesitant and worried about the possibility of using the animals in some manner, but all rulers must consider the benefits of espionage and security, no matter how underhanded it feels.”

The truth lurks underneath — that everyone is still scared from the latest assassination attempt a month ago, an extremist from Del Bar that had made it as far as the castle before getting apprehended thanks to the enchantments Callum had wrapped around their home. Callum had wanted the man executed, in his fury. 

Ezran had pointed out who he’d married, who he’d set free from coins despite Ezran’s misgivings years ago, and sent the man back to Del Bar begrudgingly in chains. 

“Yes well, Callum’s very good at being that,” he mutters.

Hurt flashes across his high mage’s face for a second, but Ezran doesn’t let it deter him. Callum says jerkface things all the time. Ezran can let something slip just once.

(Later, Rayla cajoles them into talking, and Callum admits he’s scared, and Ezran agrees they can consider a network for the animals intelligent and willing enough to participate.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” Callum says.

Ezran looks at his brother, and their portrait next to their father and Viren, lined up side by side. Sometimes, he wonders if Soren sees the shadow of his father in Callum’s face — in his posture, in his ways — too, or if it’s only Ezran’s imagined ghost. Only his tangible fear, too. 

Realistically, he knows that he needs this counter balance.

Someone has to be like Opeli, and consider the angles that Ezran cannot or doesn’t want to. Someone has to keep him and Rayla from constantly throwing themselves into the latest crisis. Someone has to watch their backs, keep a skeptic eye on the lookout, talk around double meanings, know what magic to use and when. 

Callum is a much better man than Viren, in every way imaginable — except for one — I will do anything to protect the king; I hope you will understand — and worst of all, Ezran doesn’t even think Callum knows it. 

Ezran hugs his brother. “I don’t want to lose you, either.”)

[peachywritess]

Unmei | OT7

bangtan (OT7) x fem!reader

01 - what i need...

☁️ unmei – 運命 (うんめい): a noun meaning 'fate' or 'destiny' in Japanese. ☁️ genre: royal!AU, OT7!AU, reincarnation!AU ; smut (eventually), angst. ☁️ Unmei will deal with very delicate and quite dark themes, so please if you are a minor, DO NOT interact. I will always put a trigger warning at the start of every chapter, so if you feel unconfortable DO NOT read. ☁️ ☁️ author's note: hello lovelies, author here! "unmei" has been in my head for a while, and i kept thinking about shaping my thoughts into words; i do realise that this story, per se, is quite ambitious but i really hope you will enjoy reading it. ☁️ chapter's TW: panick attack, mentions of death (side character). ☁️ word count: 3,5k

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Crystal chandeliers, shining glasses of the finest wine, and chords intoning classical melodies. Fingers intertwining as gowns kept swaying, strangers chattering about politics, war, and sometimes about passions, literature, and secrets… 

Overly-dressed up women, whose make-up was classy and whose voices were soft, whispered into each other’s ears as young men passed by.

The high society, the aristocracy - the world you were fated to be born in and to live in.

The corset you wore was too tight on your abdomen since you could not eat more of the cake. You always finished dessert - and the sponge cake had strawberries inside, so this was very unlike you. You were sitting down - back straight and shoulders relaxed as your mother had taught you - while the other young women danced in the hall. You could also see your father talking to another short, long-bearded man, and you had hoped the topic was indeed not you.

That was the first, and probably the last, time you had agreed to accompany your father to a Grand Ball; he perfectly knew you didn’t fancy celebrations or big events, but he had insisted so much over the past month your mother had begged you to go with him.

“Just this once, darling. You know how men are, especially your Father!”

You had convinced yourself it was part of her plan to finally get rid of him for a night. Even the Queens needed a day off, and you were aware of your father’s antics: the King was really needy, and loved being taken care of… Just like a boy.

Nevertheless, you could no longer lie to yourself: you strongly suspected something else had led your father to this event. You had just turned twenty-one years old, so you were still too young to marry, weren’t you?

A few months before your birthday, your father had requested to speak to you about an important topic concerning the crown, and you knew that he wished for you to find a man to marry, so that you could inherit his place on the throne. However, as soon as the word arranged left his lips, you had already stormed off. You were not going to spend the rest of your days with someone you barely knew, and didn’t like.

After that discussion. your father never brought up the matter publicly, but you perfectly knew he had already informed your mother about it. To you, it wasn’t fair: they had married for love, and not for the crown. Their marriage was not decided by someone else aside from them, so you thought you deserved the same treatment they got when they were young.

What your father did not know was that you already loved someone. You knew that if he ever found out about your relationship, he would be furious, but since your teenage years, you had become cunning and knew how to lie.

Knowing how to lie and avoiding getting caught were two plus points, especially for a princess whose life got constantly suffocated by people who wanted to pry into your privacy. Not that you had one, of course.

Kim Taehyung. He was your bodyguard, the person you trusted most in the world. Just imagining his face sent shivers down your spine, certainly not with a negative implication. From the first day your father introduced you to him when you were only sixteen, you had fallen head over heels for him.

For most of your time together, your love had remained hidden, mainly because, in front of everyone's eyes, Taehyung remained formal and silent. However, when you were alone together - although it happened rarely - he revealed his true colourful identity: he talked about art, how much he loved to paint and how you, in his eyes, were the perfect subject to depict.

"If only I could, I would paint you. That way, even when we are far apart, I would be able to admire you as many times as I want."

Taehyung was an extremely gifted and articulate speaker. He always used the perfect words for every situation, and his voice, so deep it made your heart flutter, made it easy for him.

Maybe it was the way he squinted his eyes every time he laughed or the way his gaze was always focused on you. But you knew you loved him.

What you didn't know, however, was whether he loved you.

You sharply inhaled, moving the remaining piece of cake with the silver fork, debating whether to eat it and feel sick or leave it there.

“Is this not to your liking?” 

A male voice suddenly awoke you from your thoughts, and you turned your head in order to connect it to a face. Your heart skipped a beat when you finally saw him: he was beautiful, really. And not the kind of beauty that intoxicates you, that weighs you down, but a beauty so delicate that it leaves you speechless for a moment.

“I hate it.”

You replied, batting your eyelashes repeatedly, as it would have been impolite not to answer him immediately. A proper young lady never stutters - you could hear your mother’s stern tone in your head. 

Instantly, you noticed his dark-brown eyes, and you swore you could lose yourself in them.

His full lips curved into a heart-shaped smile - different from the ones you were used to seeing, those fake, mechanical laughs - and his eyes shrank to pretty half-moons. 

“The Ball, or the cake?”

His question was innocent, yet you could hint at a spark of curiosity in his gaze. You took a brief moment to admire him: his dark hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a slightly unbuttoned white silk shirt and black trousers that seemed to fit him a little tight.

He did not let you answer, allowing himself to sit by your side without asking any permission. You were breathless for seconds that seemed to last almost too long as his hand gently grasped your wrist, with such delicacy that you seemed not to feel his touch.

His fingertips squeezed lightly, until he brought the back of your hand to his rosy lips, but without making any contact with your skin.

The only contact that never ceased, however, was that of his eyes on you. Your ears seemed to stop hearing the music and the room all around seemed to have emptied out completely as the man in front of you consumed you with his eyes.

“Jimin, Park Jimin.” He announced, and his name echoed into your head. “It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Princess.”

“You already knew who I was.” 

You let go of your grip on your fork with the hand you still had free, before making a brief bow as you lowered your gaze.

“Oh no, Princess. I ask you not to bow to me."

You furrowed an eyebrow before a small smile appeared on your lips. You knew it was rude to smile like that, but his words reminded you of a quote in a book which your mother read to you as a child.

"You remind me of someone." You murmured, retracting the hand Jimin still held close to his lips. Thus, you remembered the gesture and your cheeks blushed.

"Someone you like?"

Your smile became bigger, but you tried hard to hide it by bringing a hand towards your lips.

"Park Jimin, did you by any chance come here to court me?"

"Would that be considered a sin, Princess?"

The air in the hall became strangely heavier. Either the presence of that unknown prince had caused a strange effect on you, or the corset was really so tight that it took your breath away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at your father who - at the same moment - looked in your direction, pointing at you with open arms.

"My daughter! My beloved child, she always precedes me in everything!"

He pronounced this aloud and, as his timbre was very deep, the words were heard by many in the audience. The man next to your father, the one he had been talking to all evening, stood a few steps behind him as they both approached the table.

"King Park, this is my beautiful daughter, Y/N." He gave the man a resounding pat on the shoulder as soon as he was close enough. "And I guess this young man is your son, Jimin."

You remained in complete silence as your eyes moved between the two men. You were confused by the situation, yet when you turned to Jimin, he did not have the same expression. He seemed... relieved, by their presence.

"It is an honour, Your Highness. I was fortunate enough to meet your daughter before the appointed meeting, I hope it is not an inconvenience."

Appointed meeting, those words echoed in your mind.

"Of course not, why should it be? That is something to celebrate!"

Still sitting far too composedly, you watched them talk as though you were not there to hear them. You felt like a ghost trying to participate in a conversation,

You parted your lips slightly, attempting to speak.

However, the dark blond-haired boy next to you interrupted your attempt. His voice was calm, and the words he used were always well thought out as if he had studied a script.

"I would be grateful, Your Highness, if you would allow me to ask your daughter for a dance."

As he said this, you couldn't help but keep your eyes locked on him. His attitude was certainly that of a prince, but there was something about him - something extremely mysterious - that you still couldn't pick up on.

"I-"

The words came out of your mouth automatically, but you still had so many questions on the tip of your tongue that remained unanswered.

"But, of course, Prince Jimin. Y/N would be pleased, wouldn't you, my daughter?"

No, you were definitely not pleased. At that very moment, you just wanted to run away. Like a lost puppy, you looked for a familiar face in the surrounding hall hoping to see Taehyung. As you looked for help that would never come, the three men kept watching you, waiting for an answer.

You had two choices: say no and disappoint your father, then endure his complaints on the long ride home, or say yes to give him five minutes of satisfaction.

Your approval wouldn't have led to consequences, would it?

"I would be delighted." You lied, batting your long eyelashes several times, something you had learned to do to show interest. You knew men liked that.

Your father gave poor King Park another resounding pat on the shoulder, inviting him to leave the two of you alone.

Jimin seemed satisfied with your response as he gave you a sincere smile. You did likewise, before rising from your chair - which had become uncomfortable - allowing your dress to regain its shape. Your thighs had gone numb from sitting for at least two hours watching the guests dance, so - as if you had suddenly forgotten how to walk - your legs gave out.

A pair of hands grabbed your hips, making sure to hold them firmly, and when you looked up, you found yourself dangerously close to the blond man's face. Your hands rested on his, grabbing his fingers to loosen their grip on you. You noticed that these were incredibly cold and not too big - not like Taehyung's.

"Forgive me, I shouldn't have. Are you alright, Princess?"

"I'm fine, I apologise, I don't know what came over me." You took a step back, moving further away from the man, as if you weren't going to be dancing together anytime soon.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you. Your face was slightly lowered and your eyes stared at the shiny floor tiles. You could not imagine the expression Jimin might have had: was he perhaps impatient? Or, like you, was he feeling embarrassed?

"Don't you think it's better to put embarrassment aside, Princess?" Of the two, Jimin was the first to break the silence. "After all, we have to get used to each other's presence."

You raised your head abruptly, and your pearl earrings tinkled from the movement. Your heart drummed in your chest and your insides twisted. Repeating the phrase in your head, you tried to understand its meaning.

"What does it mean?"

Your voice came out broken, it happened to you whenever you felt anxious.

"Come on, Princess, don't play dumb. Our wedding is only a few months away now."

Your breath began to get shorter and shorter, as if someone was tightening the strings of your corset increasingly tighter, and a hole was opening up in your chest. You felt as if your lungs were being torn from your chest and the world around you was spinning all too fast. Jimin's face contorted into a worried expression and you could see his mouth move, but every sound was muffled.

"I must… I must go and freshen up."

You didn't know what tone you had used, and you didn't even know if the prince had heard your words, but within moments you had already drifted off, disappearing into the crowd of people. To the unfamiliar eye, it would have been difficult to recognise you. But those who knew you well - on the other hand - would have found you instantly.

Regardless of your appearance or posture, you entered a hall with few light sources, the majority of which was in darkness. Your right hand was resting on your chest, clutching the hard material of your corset, and you wished you could just rip it off.

Soon, a veil of tears blurred your vision even more, causing everything around you to become less clear. You did not even apologise when your shoulder bumped into someone else, continuing undaunted on your way.

The person you had hit, however, stopped and turned their gaze, watching you flee. They continued to watch you until you turned a corner, disappearing into the darkness. Having found a quiet place, you slid down a wall until you found yourself sitting on the cold floor. The room you were in was dark - the dim light of the moon coming from the one large window. The room was empty, only for a few abandoned paintings leaning against the walls.

A thousand questions tormented your thoughts. The idea that your father had given you away to a stranger made you nauseous, and the more you thought about it, the more the cake you had eaten rose up in your stomach. You brought your hands to your mouth, choking back a sob, while your breath was still too short to allow you to think clearly.

You were alone. You felt completely abandoned to a cruel fate, a fate you had not chosen but had to undertake - whether you wanted to or not. Disbelief gave way to anger, and anger soon became disappointment.

Your father had sold you and most likely felt no remorse. You ran your hands through your hair, forgetting the fact that it had been carefully arranged, therefore ruining your hairstyle.

Breathe, Y/N, breathe. But even though you kept telling yourself to calm down, it was impossible. You wished you could escape, hide your identity and finally live the life you had dreamed of.

But your Red Thread of Fate had been tied to the Crown since your birth.

"Y/N!"

A familiar voice resounded in the room and all was silent for a few seconds until quick footsteps approached. The figure knelt right in front of you and - without hesitation - grabbed both your wrists so that your gaze focused on them. Your eyes immediately locked onto a dark-brown pair, looking at you intensely.

"Y/N, it's me, Taehyung. It's me."

Serenity. Kim Taehyung brought serenity into every place he stepped.

You watched his face fully illuminated by the moonshine, and took it all in. His black hair was slightly wavy and fell over his face, framing it perfectly.

If Hell had his face, then you were ready to burn for Eternity.

"It's all right, love. I'm here."

Taehyung didn't waste any time sitting on the ground, picking you up by the hips so that you were resting on his legs. An arm firmly wrapped around your shoulders while a hand gently caressed one of your cheeks.

The warmth of his body caused a feeling of cosiness in you, yet your chest still felt like it was about to implode. "I- I can't breathe."

He instantly seemed to realise what the problem was, because his eyes focused on your chest. Suddenly, his hand reached down all the way to your breast until he grasped some of the threads that bound your corset from the front: he pulled with such force that the seams tore and - finally - all the pressure released. Like a newborn child, you began to breathe, and after a few seconds warm tears wet your cheeks.

You were incredibly scared, still in shock. But Taehyung held you close, gently, almost fearful of breaking you like a porcelain doll. You felt his warm breath in the crook of your neck and his scent intoxicated you completely, making you forget everything.

Your breasts were partly exposed, but you could never feel embarrassed in front of him. Not in front of the man who had seen every last detail of you, not in front of the man who had explored every inch of your body.

"Please don't let me go."

Taehyung hummed and continued to hold you in his arms while giving you a concerned look. His eyebrows were furrowed and you knew he needed an explanation as soon as possible. But Taehyung was also aware that you were still unable to give it to him.

"I won't ever let you go. But now I need you to calm down, hm?" He said softly, as if he was talking to a child. His hand reached for yours, grabbing it gently, and bringing it close to his face.

"Do you remember how many moles I have? Do you want to count them?"

Serenity. Taehyung brought serenity, and every word he spoke to you came from the heart. Ever since you knew him, he had always been affectionate and attentive towards you. He knew you better than anyone else.

So, of course you knew the answer to the first question.

You smiled, heart beating fast but not out of fear. With the tip of your index finger you began to trace every spot on Taehyung's face, his skin always soft and flawless.

"One. You touched the small mole on the tip of his nose, near the right nostril.

"Two." Then it was the turn of the mole under the lid of his right eye, the spot you found most distinctive.

"Three." You murmured, as your heart beat faster and faster. You knew very well where the third mole was since it was your favourite. So you brought your face closer to his, so that your noses brushed against each other, before placing a tender kiss on his lips.

Taehyung's lips were never dry, touching them was always pleasant. Kissing him was always pleasant.

"Good girl."

His voice was hoarse as he moistened his lips and bit the lower one. You were so fragile, so exposed before him. All this delicacy, he wanted to destroy it. And Taehyung felt like a lunatic because a rarity like you was only to be protected.

But you provoked mixed feelings in him. Your bare breasts, your smooth skin, your eyes full of innocence and love for him.

Taehyung wanted to break you.

"You look so pretty right now, dove."

He hummed, almost like he had never thought such nonsense until that moment. "You would be even prettier if you told me what happened to you."

Your smile disappeared, and the perfect world that had been created began to crumble. You sat up, hiding your exposed chest with your arms.

"Taehyung, I..."

You spoke quietly, afraid of the reaction the brunette would have had. He wouldn't have blamed you, because he knew how much your position as heir to the throne made you suffer, but knowing Taehyung, he would have stepped back to make it less difficult for you.

The thought of not being able to see him again killed you.

Before you could say anything else, a man you recognised as one of your father's guards burst into the room. Your first reaction was to move away from Taehyung as quickly as possible, but the man seemed upset for a reason worse than that: his breath was short and his face completely pale.

"Princess Y/N, we've been looking everywhere for you!" He spoke without ever taking his eyes off you. That's when Taehyung removed his jacket, placing it on your shoulders.

"What's going on? Is my father looking for me?"

"Princess, I- I'm sorry…" He stammered in a slurred voice. "His Majesty, your Father, he…"

You were silent, waiting for him to finish the sentence as the man beside you loosened his grip on your shoulders.

"He… Has been assassinated, Your Highness."

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[two-white-butterflies]

coaxed you into paradise - c. 8

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of her uncle, that she's loved all her life.

(Coaxed You Into Paradise and High Infidelity Rewrite.)

masterlist for this series

Chapter Eight: Labyrinth

Saera was a delicate child growing up. She’d always be sick and Daemon was the only one who could stop her from crying. Needless to say, she was seldom outside of the castle walls - always with a platoon of servants behind her. 

It was her first time hunting without her dragon - the King believed that it would help form a friendship with Ser Harwin Strong. 

He walks behind her cautiously, watching as she makes her way through the forest with ease. “I was delighted to hear about our engagement,” he started a conversation and her grip on her bow tightened. She didn’t want to spend the entire trip hearing him talk. 

His voice was croaky - vibrating through her skull in an annoying way. “Why? You’ve never shown me any interest before,” she pointed out, deciding that driving him away would be easier than changing her father’s mind. “I’ve always had these feelings, your grace. You are the greatest beauty in all the seven kingdoms. The stars pale in comparison.” he complimented and she could help but sigh. 

She turns to look at him, ignoring her father’s men that were marching in front of her. “Lovers of beauty are typically the most shallow.” she responded, returning her attention to the hunt. If he was under the impression that she was some chaste and pure goddess, then she would prove him wrong. 

Yes, beauty was a wonderful thing to have, but to love someone for what they truly are - is another deeper thing. She wasn’t a broodmare that he could use to elevate the looks of his offspring. She was Saera - and if she was going to get married, it would be on her own terms. 

“I only tell the truth, my princess.” he defended, trailing after her like a lost puppy. She laughs softly, following the path laid out for them. “I’m sure that you are, my lord.” she retorted, her trained eyes scanned the terrain for animals. 

“I never said that you were lying.” she mumbled to herself. 

He walks behind her, scratching the back of his head in frustration. His father had him believe that anyone would be lucky to have him as a husband. Why was the princess so adamant in pushing him away? She looked optimistic when he fought in the tourney. Why was she different now? 

“I can sense your hatred, my princess. Do you not wish for this marriage to push through?” Harwin found himself asking as she made the distance bigger between them. She replies to him with silence. There wasn’t a thing that she could say that would change their fate anyways. 

“I apologize if I am not the husband that you anticipated. I will try to make our marriage as comfortable as possible.” he lowered his head. “Marriage is not about being comfortable, my lord. It’s about loving your spouse and not being forced to be with them.” she responded with much disdain. 

He stops walking, almost dropping the dagger on his hand. “Do you feel forced to be with me?” He raised an eyebrow. She takes a long and deep breath. She couldn’t tell the truth - she didn’t want to hurt his feelings. 

Before she could answer - an animal in the far distance makes its presence known. It was a stag, whose fur was white as snow. Saera knew that it wasn’t just an animal - it was an omen. Harwin raises his dagger - but his fiancee interrupts him with her bow. She strikes the animal dead with one clean move. 

“Let’s bring it back to our guests,” she commanded while walking towards the dead stag. 

—

Viserys stood up in shock, watching as his second-daughter pulled the animal closer to his tent. “I hope that this satisfies you, kepa.” She broke his silence as a trail of blood stained his white foyer. “My daughter,” he tries to interrupt but she raises a hand, halting his speech. 

“I don’t want to spend any time with Ser Harwin. I do not wish to see him until the wedding.” she stated with a blank tone. She might’ve loved her father before - but she rebuked him now. “If you will excuse me.” she bowed her head, leaving the tent with a scowl. 

—

It was the dead of night - the frogs were croaking, and all types of bugs were waiting outside her tent. She sighs softly, wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead with her handkerchief. Her eyes trailed towards the fireplace, to find the fire long extinguished. There was no reason for her to feel warm - winter was coming. She takes the blanket off her body, her feet gently landing on her velvet slippers. She walks towards the fireplace, gathering some wood and lighting a small match. 

The warmth was all in her head, the light of the fireplace will bring her sooner into reality. She closed her eyes, feeling the fireplace’s warmth embrace her. A gentle knock slurs her away from relaxation, she opens her eyes. “Come in,” she whispered, voice still hoarse from waking up. 

It was Mysaria - and she looked defeated. 

“Princess,” she bowed her head, eyes dancing around the well-lit room. “Did you send the letter to Prince Daemon?” she asked politely, joyful at the thought of her kepa saving her from harm. He was her knight, her prince, her uncle - and her life. Without him, how could she live? 

“I could not give the letter to Prince Daemon,” she stated, masking her panic with her thick accent. “I attempted to send a raven, but it would come back with the letter - I-I tried to go on foot but I was not allowed.” she explained not wanting to anger the princess.

Saera’s heart drops, her breath becomes labored. 

Rebellions happened everyday in Westeros - her father never banned ravens and messengers. Why was fate tearing them apart? Mysaria sits beside the lady, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I know other ways, my princess - I have clients in Flea Bottom.” she offered but Saera shakes her head. 

“I will not have your clients do my bidding. I want Daemon - and I will look for him myself.” she asserted, playing with the hem of her nightgown. “And how will you do that? Your father has you watched.” Mysaria announced, keeping her voice low so that the guards from outside may not hear. 

“I will ride my dragon - and I will arrive there in a fortnight.” she answered with determination. She didn’t need other people to do her tasks - she was a princess, with a dragon on her side. Mysaria nods, respecting the Princess’ wishes. She knew nothing about riding a dragon. She only hoped that Saera’s plan would work. 

“I pray for your safe return.” she promised. 

—

Dawn was beginning to break - the sound of men working flooded the once quiet field. Saera saddles her dragon, careful to not awaken the dragon keepers. Melarys lets out a loud growl, earning a glare from her owner. “Gaomagon aōha elēni lyka, ñuha riña. (Keep your voice low, my girl.)” Saera scolded hiding her face using the semi-large torso of Melarys. 

“Kesi kipagon naejot Stepstones. (We will ride Stepstones.)” she informed kneeling in-front of her dragon. Melarys’ scales were pure white, almost as bright as the moon. Melarys was smaller than Syrax - although Melarys was much older. 

“Kesi rhaenagon Caraxes, yn emā naejot umbagon lyka. (We will meet Caraxes, but you have to stay silent.)” she cooed and the dragon’s ears perked up at the sound of Caraxes’ name. Saera wasn’t a skilled dragon-rider, her dragon didn’t listen to her much - something she found annoying. She was about to shift her weight and board Melarys but the sound of someone clearing their throat stops her. 

She turns around - cursing herself mentally. 

It was Harwin Strong - clad in her uncle’s armor. She never thought that she’d dread to see the color gold. “I didn’t think that I’d find you here,” he smiles softly, walking closer to her. “I-I was just visiting my dragon.” she stuttered, taking a moment to make an excuse. 

“That’s nice, I’ve never met the dragons before.” he confessed, taking a step closer. She places a hand on Melarys body - who was now fuming in rage since Saera was removing her saddle. “Well, her name is Melarys - she’s my dragon.” Saera smiled, inviting him to come closer. 

He lifts his arms to touch the dragon’s snout - but Melarys growls at him. Saera chuckles, moving his hand away. “She’s a feisty little thing,” she smiled, moving the dragon’s face away from the man. “I can see that - the both of you have that in common.” he commented, placing his hands behind his back. He didn’t want the dragon to eat his arms. 

“I get that a lot - but Melarys is meaner, I assure you.” she comforted, softening at the sight of her beloved creature. “That’s a relief,” he hums and the dragon moves closer to Saera’s body - asking her if they were still riding. 

There was a minute of silence, and Harwin clears his throat again. “I’m sorry about our hunting trip, it didn’t go the way it was supposed to.” he apologized, scratching the back of his head again. “I enjoyed it, my lord. I didn’t have any expectations to begin with.” her lips settled into a thin line. 

He chuckled nervously. 

“I didn’t intend to corner you - or ask you questions. I merely wanted to learn more about you, and I realize that I possibly overstepped my bounds. I wish for us to have a happy marriage - if it ever continues.” he admitted shyly. 

She lifts her hand and places it on his shoulder. She couldn’t dare stare at his armor any longer - so she lifts her eyes, meeting his own. Honey brown eyes that were sweet - but not what she wanted. 

“I do not hold any grievances, my lord.” 

“Call me Harwin, my princess.” 

“Then allow yourself to call me Saera.” 

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[animereaderinsertwriter]

fellas. fellas I'm cooking rn. thinking about omegaverse Nanami.

Thinking about alpha prince! Nanami who is bound always by duty and tradition, Nanami who is so tired of being the only person to give careful consideration to every aspect of living and ruling as an alpha and future high king

Nanami who is forced to marry a young princess who is more fit to be having tea parties than a husband, Nanami who is kind to her anyway and buys her silks and satins for new dresses and foreign ingredients for hors d'oeuvres and fashionable teas and shiny slippers because she's a child and deserves at least someone who cares what she wants

Nanami whose imperial father fathered too many sons by too many concubines, Nanami whose younger half-brother, the most powerful warrior of their age, indulges sexually just like their father, shirks his duties just like their father, is careless and arrogant just like their father-- Nanami, who is furious when that lackadaisical, bum-scratching ape of a prince is gifted with a beautiful foreign omega queen that he does not want or like. a beautiful, foreign omega queen with a sweet smile and tricksy eyes who likes to joke with him over dinner when no one else is listening, pulling on his sleeve and making puns off of his brother's foolishness.

Nanami who covets his brother's wife, Nanami who lends his ear to her when he can because she's smart, dammit, and someone should, Nanami who is weak when she takes that ear between her teeth and asks him to take her. Nanami who has done everything right except this, Nanami who is so furious because he simultaneously has everything and nothing at all, ever powerful, but always lacking, bent beneath the weight of duty, honor, and tradition

Nanami who understands why Cain killed Abel, why David took Bathsheba. Nanami who does none of those things and loves quietly, painfully, and sacrifices himself without acknowledgement.

[writingsofwesteros]

can you please write something about obsessed Aemond targaryen x reader? (maybe reader is daemon's daughter)

AN: Hi, I hope you like it. First time writing for Aemond so I hope it's okay xx

When they were younger; the people didn’t know if Aemond was more obsessed with you or your dragon. He followed you around like a puppy, not that you noticed. You thought he was being friendly. Your shyness endeared you to him since he first set eyes on you after returning with your father.

Daemon soon left you to be fostered here whilst he started a new life with his new wife. The resentment for him continued to grow just under the surface. It was something you kept to yourself but Aemond knew. His father was just as absent even if he was standing there in front of him.

It was you who defended him from the bullying and if it was anyone else he would have been embarrassed. But you were his guardian angel; it was what he told his mother too. She was glad he had someone on his side and allowed the friendship to flourish; not realising it wasn’t just friendship for her son.

“Do not worry Aemond. You will have your own dragon one day.” You whispered and he took your hand in his. “For now, I will share with you.” You hummed and brightly smiled at the Prince. “Thank you.” He whispered, ducking his head as his fingers played with your own. “Just ignore them.”

“I try.” Aemond hummed and fought against pouting as you both walked towards your sleeping dragon. “At least we have each other.” You whispered, trying to lift up his mood as you walked closer to her. You missed the way his eyes never moved from your body and his smile only widened.

“Do you just sleep?” You teased your dragon and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek as she leaned into the touch. She grumpily huffed and you let out a soft giggle before motioning Aemon closer. His eyes were as ever so wide in interest and excitement. “She’s beautiful.” He whispered, looking at you both.

“She is.” You hummed and stroked her scales whilst Aemond moved to settle on the floor with you. “When she is big enough, we can ride together.” You whispered out; hardly realising how much you were fuelling his obsession with you. “I would like that.” He locked eyes with you and couldn’t move away from them.

You didn’t realise how much it would all change by the end of the week. “Aemond!” You nearly whimpered out. Your hand gently moved to cup his face. Your fingers gently stroking his cheek. Aemond leaned into your touch and hummed. “What did you do?” You locked eyes with Rhaenyra’s sons.

The rage you felt began to build whilst Daemon could only watch on in complete confusion. “Shh..Princess.” Aemond whispered up to you. “I have a dragon.” His eye sparkled with such delight. “But your eye.” You whimpered and moved to kneel in front of him. You missed the smirk coming across Alicent’s face.

“If you wont give me justice.” The Queen began, “I want insurance.” Alicent looked over to Viserys before motioning her head towards you and Aemond. You both seemed to be in your own little world as you tried to give him comfort. “No..” Daemon stepped forward but the King raised his hand.

“If this will stop the quarrelling.” The King looked over to Rhaenyra whose face fell into relief. “It will.” The Princess whispered out. “Then Aemon and Y/N will be married when they come of age.” The King left without another word as your eyes widened. “Father..” You whispered and moved to stand. Daemon’s eyes locked onto you but the hold of the Prince tightened.

“Don’t leave me.” He whispered, playing into his injury and watched as you completely fell for it.

~

The years passed and Aemond’s obsession with you only grew. You were still so blissfully unaware of it as you tried to find freedom and happiness in the engagement. Nothing changed with your relationship. He was just more clingy with you and blamed his injury as to why he wanted to be around you.

“Your mother is expecting us.” You whispered as you took his hand; hiding into his back as you both walked through the dark halls underneath the capitol. “My mother can wait.” Aemond whispered and enjoyed the feeling of you against him a little too much. “What did you want to show me?”

He placed his arm around your shoulder and brought you close. “It’s more what I wanted to do to you.” Aemond purred into your ear and watched as your eyes deliciously widened at his words. His smirk only widened as he slowly moved you against the wall. “Aemond?” You whimpered out.

“You are to be my wife, Princess…surely, I can kiss you.” He leaned in as he whispered. His nose brushed against yours as you fought against gulping. Aemond had always been so intense but he was all you knew. “I suppose so.” You whispered back and it didn’t take long for the Prince to take his prize.

Your eyes widened when your lips met. He had just taken your first kiss and you wondered how many firsts would belong to him. His fingers moved into your locks of hair and brought you closer. Your hand moved onto his chest and for a moment he thought you were going to push him away only for you to clutch at his tunic.

You moaned into his kiss and gently began to deepen the act. Aemond smirked against your lips before nibbling on you. You gasped and he took that moment for his tongue to slip and dance with your own. “Oh..” You moaned as your eyes began to flutter shut. “I’ve got so much to show you.” The Prince promised.

His hands slowly moved up and down your sides causing you to shiver. “You are mine, aren’t you?” Aemond purred; leaning in and brushing your noses together once more. “Yes..always.” You whispered out. It was never going to be anything different. You just had only realised that now.

[hanafubukki]

The knight of Dawn had less than 10 min of screen and is already one of the most tragic guy in Twisted. He had the start of your basic fairytale hero: an orphan, blessed by day fairies, took and raised by a king, in love with his caretaker daughter (who loves him back), a true talented knight, respected leader by his army...

But his caretaker suddently fell ill, and he had to go to war to find a magic stone able to save him in another countries full of- a different kind yes but still- fae like the one who blessed and loved you.

He fought. Because even if he knows what they were doing was bad, he had a debt over his caretaker, and over the precious girl he loved and who waited for her father health to be back. The same girl who waited him alive at home.

We still don't know if he was already promised to Princess Leia at that time, or if they were already married or if Leia was already pregnant with Silver. But it just add more tragedy if he followed Henrick because he said to him that those battle would truly give him a title of hero and allow him to marry Leia. After all, he was just an orphan raised for his sword skills and his blessings right ? How could someone like him, without any backround could think about marrying THE princess ?

Because at the end, after the fall of Meleanor, he married the princess. He even had a son with her.

We still don't even know if he had see his son before he passed. He could have gave his ring to pregnant Leia before going to fight other human who wanted the fairies land- which I'm sure fighted back too after the lost of their only princess.

The idea of this man, caught between his guilt, his sense of justice, and his wish to protect the family he created and dying in a battlefield just kill me. He started as the protagonist of a fairytale and ended- like everyone who perished in that war- as one of the characters of a tragedy. Neither more or less than someone whose name was forgotten in history, just to be reminded in the story book and the fae who lived at his time by his title "The Knight of Dawn". Not a father. Not a husband. Not even as himself. Just as the puppet he was, and whose history will remember as his true self.

I'm actually curious about what Leia did after everything. She probably must said her son was dead- fearing someone would wait for the baby to wake up and kill him and the "special person who will love him". Does she survived ? For a short or a long time ? Does she tried to keep her husband memory, his side of the story, alive ? Or did she was incapable of doing so, because people only believe and remember what they want ? Has she remarried ? Or did she stayed faithfull to her husband and child memory, alone until the end ?

She will never know when her child would woke up. What kind of person will raise him. How he would grow up. If she lived a long life, she must had think of this until the end. Hoping her child would wake up soon -but even more that he will wake up safe. In the arms of someone who loves him more than she could think.

Only for this person to be the ex-general of the enemy army. Who kinda try for three second to strangle the baby to death because intrusive thought and trauma-

Only for the same baby to be saved by the thought of the grown-up eggs her brother wanted. The same egg her husband saved, with the general, long ago. A act of merely 30 seconds, in the heat of a battle, out of guilt.

Too much tragedy for me 🥹

YES ANONIE🌺🌻🌸 THIS IS EXACTLY IT!! All of this!!

You bring up a great point because we don’t know his relationship at the time to Leia and how that could have been used against him. Additionally, we know henrik used fear tactics on his people to get them to fight the fae. How Henrik plan was to make meleanor angry and we saw how that made the other knights afraid and stand up against her. How the knight of dawn had no choice but to fight because of it despite clearly not wanting to.

The knight of dawn was beloved by the people so I can’t help but wonder if rsa was founded in his honor. There is a sword in a stone there as well that makes me wonder if it could be his. The potential that he couldn’t even see his sons birth just makes me want to cry. He didn’t deserve this, none of them did. I really hope we get his name at one point because it would be so sad to just know him as the knight of dawn.

I’m very curious as well about Leia. There’s so many possibilities to her as well. The fact she had to give up her new born baby so he could be safe. We know the fairies said she had to leave because there were forces at their door step. So, at the very least she could have died being a decoy. Or even if she lived, I don’t see her living long if she’s a prisoner of war. Imagine if she did live?? And she tried to wake silver and couldn’t?? How would that make her feel?? Though I’m sure the grief in her and the warring times would be part of why he wouldn’t awaken then.

It’s really just so heart breaking being parents and not being able to raise your child, not being able to provide them love and peace. Especially because it was your brothers fault.

And the way fates intwine!!! How one simple action of saving lilia and malleus later on saved Silver. How lilia who didn’t let intrusive thoughts win didn’t because of malleus, because he had malleus and that was because the dawn of knight helped them. How malleus grew to love silver within a matter of moments. These two who lost parents in times of war, grew up as brothers in a loving household. Something everyone deserves but they could only receive hundreds of years later.

I am internally screaming and crying 😭😭 thank you for sending this in Anonie, the way you worded it and the situations you brought up just has my mind whirling.

So much tragedy Anonie 😭, I hope we get more light in all this darkness soon. For both our sakes 🙏💚

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Got any headcanon about how Oropher gave Thranduil his blessing to marry the future queen of Mirkwood?

Hi Nessa!

In my SotWK AU, Oropher and Thranduil had a somewhat challenging relationship. Oropher was a good father and Thranduil was a dutiful son (for the most part), but they had opposing personalities, and as a result, they clashed often. And I love Thranduil, but I would have to say he was a *bit* too much of a rebel in his Elven youth, and his dad was just trying his best at single parenting while setting up and running a fledging kingdom.

SotWK AU Headcanon: About Oropher and Thranduil

While the father and son disagreed over many things, the only thing that actually caused a temporary yet lengthy estrangement between them was Thranduil's choice of wife. This happens in the SotWK AU because that choice of wife happened to be a Noldor of Fëanorian descent: Lady Maereth, the granddaughter of Maglor.

Oropher dislikes, perhaps even hates, the Noldor, and definitely with good reason. His wife was killed in the (Second) Sacking of Doriath, so when Oropher screamed, "have you lost your *bleeping* mind??" when Thranduil said he wished to propose marriage to Maereth, he was well within his rights. Okay, Oropher might not have said it in those exact words, but it was quite a dramatic scene.

And it's true--it's an insane thought! The Sons of Fëanor caused Lady Meluiel's (oc, Thranduil's mother) death and Thranduil wants to marry the granddaughter of one of them?!

So. Blessing to marry the Elvenqueen? Did not come for a very, very long time. Like, about 1,400 years from first time Thranduil asked for the blessing, to the time Oropher finally gave it. (And their estrangement lasted that long.)

What finally changed Oropher's mind? The same thing that allowed Thranduil to fall in love with someone whose parentage should have prevented him from doing so: he gave her a chance. After spending enough time with her, Oropher got to know Maereth for her own self, not for who her grandfather was. (Meanwhile, her parents were actually really good people.) And what Maereth was, was a wise, kind-hearted, gentle lady whose love inspired Thranduil to be a better prince and future king.

Finally, when it became clear that Thranduil was not going to change his mind about pursuing Maereth, Oropher decided to support his son's controversial choice instead of fighting him over it. But there remained the bigger obstacle of getting the King's Council, the other powerful nobles of the realm, to accept a Noldor as future Queen.

Oropher had a keen political mind, and he knew that if Thranduil were to inherit the throne one day, he needed as much support and goodwill from the other lords (many of them Sindar who came from Doriath) of the realm as possible. Prince Thranduil of the Second Age was brash and hasty and not as politically savvy as his father, and so Oropher needed to guide him at this stage to prevent the fallout from taking Maereth as the Crown Princess.

Before Oropher finally gave Thranduil his blessing to marry Maereth (fun fact, Thranduil had already asked Maereth twice without waiting to be blessed--but she turned him down, and Oropher's opposition was a big reason why), he persuaded his son to accept certain terms negotiated by the King's Council. These terms (mentioned in my fic, "The Crown") set explicit limits on the powers that Maereth might have as the future Queen of the realm. Thranduil was certainly not pleased by this, but Oropher managed to convince him to make the compromise, advising him that Maereth could later win the people to her side and force a change to those terms.

Ultimately, Oropher would be proven right. Upon his father's death, Thranduil grieves that he may not have appreciated him more. It becomes clear that the stern and stoic Oropher always looked out for and protected his son in less obvious ways, and did everything out of a desire to see Thranduil safe and happy.

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[christmascoles]

just a lady from oldtown

Summary:  You may get an unexpected surprise in your secret relationship.

Tags : vaginal sex, cock worship, kissing, jealousy, mirror sex, creampie, masturbation, dance, choking, vaginal fingering

Music echoed throughout the throne room as she admired the couples. If there was anything more boring than sitting at the royal table, it was having no friends nearby. She was alone among all the rich, noble lords. She remembered someone she loved very much telling her, "There are some who would like to be in your place, my lady." Her eyes searched expectantly for Ser Criston, but she could not find him anywhere in the throne room.

His father, Hand Of The King Otto Hightower, seemed delighted that his daughter Alicent was getting married with the king. For Y/N, the situation was completely different. She knew that her sister had been forced into marriage. Unlike Alicent, Y/N was not a friend of Princess Rhaenyra. Most of the time she had served as one of the ladies in Queen Aemma Arryn's service. When Aemma Arryn died, her sister had secured her place in the castle. 

"My lady, would you like to dance?" said a Ser whose name she did not know. 

"Forgive me, Ser. I'll have to go out for some air." Without letting the man speak, she stood up and left the table. It was very difficult to pass through the dancing crowd. She kept apologizing and asking for permission to pass. She paused when she felt an arm around her waist. It didn't take her long to recognize the owner. The arm around her waist belonged to Harwin Strong. She knew him.

 "Ser Harwin, I will not dance." She tried to pull herself. Harwin Strong spun her around and lifted her into up. "Then why are you here, my lady? You deserve to dance. It would be a shame not to be accompanied." She could say nothing and fell under the spell of the dance. She let Harwin Strong lead her. Use her body.. But she was unaware of the person who was watching them at the time. She raised her arms outstretched, accompanied by giggles. Behind her, Harwin Strong did the same. They broke apart and danced back to each other. They held hands and spun around each other. When their eyes met, Harwin finally found the courage to speak. 

"Lady Y/N, I have heard rumors that you are the most beautiful woman in the realm, but...the rumors are rather meager about your beauty," he interrupted before she could finish. "Cole?" said Ser Harwin. "Is there a security breach or something?" He knew what had happened between Criston and Lady Y/N. That's why he was amused when Criston couldn't resist coming to them. Criston did not speak. But she understood the anger in the eyes of the man he loved.

"Is something wrong, Lady Y/N?”

"What do you think could be wrong? We were dancing!" 

"Sounds to me like you've been hanging around the skirts of noble ladies and making them uncomfortable." Criston said.  

"Ser Criston, we were just..."

"Watch your language in the presence of a lady, Ser Criston." 

"I apologize, my lady, if my wild words offended you." Criston said angrily. Then he turned back to Harwin. "Now get out of here, my lady has more important things to do." She was surprised when Criston said that. She knew her lover had always been protective, but this was the first time she had seen the darkness in his eyes. Ser Harwin smiled and looked at his father. He could have attacked Criston right there if he wanted to and the two of them could have fought punch to punch. But he wasn't going to do that because it was the King's wedding. He went back to his table in silence. Criston was just standing there. At that moment she wanted to kiss his lips and calm him down. Kisses were the most comforting thing for Criston. Of course she couldn't do it in public, so she settled for words.

 “My love...” She took him by the hand and dragged him to her room without anyone seeing him. When she got him inside she stuck her head out of the door and made sure no one saw them. 

When she came back in she saw Criston's hand shaking. She immediately took his hands in hers. "I got up to see you." She said. Criston didn't look her in the eye, he was just silent. "Criston, my love don't be like this, please." 

And finally he broke his silence. 

"What was he talking to you?"

"I don't understand, Y/N, why are you doing this to me? You made me fall in love with you even though you knew my vows and, and I can't breathe without you. I can't stand seeing you with someone else! I can't." 

She understood Criston’s concerns. How couldn’t she not understand him when she loved him more than herself? She knew him best in this castle. Criston was quiet and stern-looking and sometimes he could say things that were out of the line. But she knew him. She knew how sensitive and emotional he was. 

"Darling... it was just a dance and I had to. I know what you risked everything for me and I'm so glad you did it." 

Criston looked into the eyes of the woman he loved. "You don't have to do this. I will always be there for you and when the time comes..." "When the time is what?" Y/N began to untie Criston's armor. When she finally freed him from his armor, she could touch his body freely. "We'll get married when the time comes." "We don't have to wait. We can go to Essos and get married, where no one will care about my vows." He said. "No, my darling. I will not let you live with this guilt for the rest of your life." Criston was about to say otherwise but her lips closed over his lips. He closed his eyes. Their kiss continued when he took her in his arms. 

She led him to the bed and laid her down. He wanted to keep kissing her but he also wanted to give her a punishment. Even though she didn't want to, she had danced with a man. "I love you." Y/N stroked Criston's hair, which she adored. No man's hair was as beautiful as his. She loved them. Gently she placed a kiss on his cheek. She had worked so hard to gain Criston's trust. Criston tried to remain serious against the kisses, but he clung to the woman he loved with need. He needed her. Her love, her mercy, hdf body and her whole self... He buried his head in her neck and inhaled her scent for a while. "You are everything to me." Criston said with all the truth. 

Then he kissed her lips. Their tongues danced with each other as her sweet knight held her by the waist, pressing her to him. "We have to go." She said. Criston nodded. "I know. But I wish we didn't," he said. "I wish." She stood in front of her mirror and looked at her reflection in it. Criston got out of bed desperately. He wanted to spend the whole night with her in this bed, but he didnt done that. He had already dishonored his lady. He had even gone so far as to tell her to leave her family behind.

He hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. They belonged to each other. They were bound by an invisible bond. 

"I'm on watch, I'll be with Princess Rhaenyra." Criston said. Y/N frowned. "You know I don't like her." She added. "I don't like the way he looks at you." "He's just a boy who's excited. I'm sure he'll get over it." She remained serious. Child or not, it didn't change the fact that she was interested in Criston. Besides, she had witnessed Rhaenyra being a spoiled little princess when she was Lady of Aemma Arryn.

"Go, Criston." Criston understood what was happening. He just couldn't understand why, why did they both have to suffer like this? He hated himself. He hated his family, the house where he was born. If he had been a noble blood knight, Otto Hightower would have easily married them off. But everything had to be like this, it always had to be hard. Life had to treat them badly and unfairly. 

"Okay, don't worry." She said. She turned around and reached out and hugged him. Criston couldn't resist and picked her up and sat her on the table. He needed this. He needed to feel her. She moaned and tried to pull Criston closer to her. Criston tried to untie her dress but he was not very successful. Y/N giggled and untied the top of her dress. Criston pulled down his pants and spread her legs apart. She leaned back and bit her lip. Because she was sitting on the table, things underneath her were hurting her. But she didn't care because all she wanted was for Criston to fuck her hard. 

He started to fingering her vagina. All the while he looked into her eyes. Although he was a submissive man at heart, sometimes he liked to make her squirm, especially when he was angry. Not always, but sometimes he liked to be in charge. "Please, Criston, I need you inside of me." "Say the word." Criston said. "W-What word?" "What do you want?" She grinned and spoke. "Your big cock." She wanted to fall on Criston's lips. She wanted to kiss for hours like they always did. But Criston had other plans. He spat once on his cock and played with it. He settled inside her and pushed himself in. Y/N tried hard not to scream. Criston ignored her reaction and started fucking her hard. Their foreheads were pressed together. Her legs were shaking and her tits were bouncing. Criston turned her over and said "I want you to see yourself. See how you are fucked and never forget it." 

Lady Y/N did as he said and watched herself as Criston fucked her. She watched his open mouth and bite her lip as she begged for more. She watched Criston's hair stick to his forehead with sweat. She watched the hard arm around her waist holding him. With an excruciating scream, she came on his  cock. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He growled. He slowed down. "You're not coming, are you?" Y/N taunted. He was pissed. He grabbed her by the throat and started fucking her harder. Some strokes hardened his grip, others softened. "Ah! Fuck." Her moans became louder. "You're so fucking tight. You're so fucking tight." Said Criston. "I want you to cum in my face, Ser. Can you do that?" A chuckle escaped Criston's mouth. After he go out of her, he let her go. 

He sat on the bed and started jerking off. He watched her crawl towards him. She opened her mouth in anticipation as she sat on her knees. He got rid of the extra clothes. Y/N wanted him to use her for hours. She enjoyed it as much as Criston did. Criston's moans grew louder and faster as he jerked off. Criston was panting as he came all around Y/N's mouth. "Swallow." She didn't make him repeat it so she just swallowed. "There's my good girl." He said. She climbed on his lap. Criston lovingly wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed sweet kisses on her bruised throat. 

"I'm sorry. Was I too harsh?" 

"Sometimes I like it when you are." Y/N said with a smile. She kissed his forehead, pulled his wet hair back. "Only sometimes. But mostly you are my sweet boy. Do you hear me?" Criston nodded excitedly. "I am. And I love it..." "Good boy." She stood up and pulled her dress up. Criston helped her with her zipper. "The king is married. You will stay here now, won't you? You're not going anywhere."  "Alicent has no friends here. I mean, I don't think she will.. after what happened. If King agrees, I'll stay here." He wore his armor. 

They both left the room at the same time. She didn't care, maybe someone would see her and Criston.. and her father would find a way to marry them. It was a childish dream. She had seen his sister Alicent crying in the Godswood an ran to her. "Alicent!" Alicent turned around and saw her little sister. Y/N was about to speak when Alicent hugged her. Ever since Alicent had befriended Rhaenyra, she had stopped talking to her sister and had distanced herself from her. Something was wrong. She could see it in her sister's eyes. “What's wrong? Tell me.” "I don't want to be queen, I want to be Alicent." Alicent said. "He is old and... and he made me fight with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra insulted me, said I was a whore who married her father. I... I was her best friend. I didn't ask to marry her father. I hate her and him.” 

"Why he doesn't let us be with the ones we love?" Alicent asked. She just hugged her sister. “Rhaenyra fought with you because she is afraid of you." "W-What do you mean?" "Isn't it clear, big sister? If you will have a son, the realm will reject Rhaenyra. She's terrified of that." At that moment the truth hit Alicent full in the face. She knew her sister was right. So she kept quiet and agreed with her.

"If Rhaenyra has turned against you, Alicent, you must not be silent. You are Queen now, whether you like it or not. You may be married to that old man, but you will rule us." she said. That evening, after Alicent and Viserys's bed ceremony, everyone went to their own rooms. In the morning Y/N was dressed her green dress. She felt sick. She went out into the garden and saw Larys Strong with her sister. She wondered what they were talking about, but if they were talking about something important it would not be good to interrupt. After a few minutes Larys left his sister. She walked towards her. "Good morning, sister." "Good morning, sister." "You look better today.” Alicent smiled and took her sister's hand. Together they started walking in the Godswood. Y/N suddenly stopped. She felt nauseous. "What's going on?" Alicent said. She was afraid that what she is  thinking might happen. Y/N hadn't bled this month. 

"Do you want me to call the Maester?" She trusted her sister. "You know I can't trust the Maester," "You need to get out of the castle and have it looked at outside," Alicent said. She added. "I'll go with you." “You know what.. I have nothing to fear. I will talk to the Maester." "Are you serious? You want to bring a bastard in our house? It will taint Criston and you." She had nothing to say. Deep down she wanted this baby and she knew that Criston would do anything for his baby. She had no doubt about that. "Maybe the moon tea can still work-" 

"I don't want to drink moon tea, Alicent. I don't need a castle, a lord husband or fancy dresses. All I want is my child and the man I love. Until now I always thought I should wait, but if I have a baby I will make it happen." "Are you going to run away?" She said nothing and went up the stairs. Criston was coming across the hall with some guards. She didn't look at him and kept walking. Her emotions were mixed and she didn't know what to do. She quickened his pace and came to the Maester's room. He was reading something inside. "Hey, I hope I'm not disturbing you Maester." "Lady Hightower, welcome. How can I help you?" When Y/N left the room, she knew the truth. She was with Criston's baby. She was carrying his baby. Maester had sworn an oath to stay between them, but no one could be trusted in the Red Keep. 

"Good morning, my lady." She looked back when she heard Criston's voice. "Good morning, Ser.” "What is it?" Criston said. He understood her sadness. She didn't seem to want to tell him. He understood that she felt bad. He just didn't know what to do. He took her hands in his. "Y/N what's going on my love, please tell me." "I'm with a child, Criston. I'm sorry... I shouldn't have forgotten to drink the tea." Criston paused for a second or two and raised his eyebrows. He didn't seem to understand. Then he came to his senses and laughed. "Oh gods.. Gods!" She was just as surprised. "Gods! Thank you." He carefully wrapped his arms around the woman he loved. He didn't want his armor to hurt her.

 "They gave us a family, my darling. You mustn't be sad about it... if you love me, if you love your baby, come with me." "Tonight... let's get out of here." She was worried. How could she leave all that behind? Her father, her sister.. "Where will we go?" "Somewhere where no one will find us. Pentos, the Free Cities. Anywhere in Dorne. Maybe an island. We will love each other the way we want.

“I will wake up every morning smelling you, kissing you and caring for you. With my skills with a sword, I can enter the service of a rich merchant prince. I have no doubt about that. I will take care of you and our child." She nodded. She knew Criston would do anything for her and his baby. "Let's go," she said. "Somewhere where no one can find us."