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Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Chapter 8

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This work is 18+, MDNI

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The next morning, Viserea was elated to wake up with her head on Rhaenyra’s chest and Daemon’s arms wrapped firmly around Rhaenyra’s middle. The bliss was cut short as a knock on the door awoke them all.

“Princess, your presence is being requested by the Queen,” they heard.

All of them crawled from Rhaenyra’s bed, as they tried to dress quickly. Before they could finish dressing, the door was shoved open. All three of them still stood topless and Rhaenyra placed herself in front of Viserea and Daemon in front of them both.

Ser Criston, Ser Ryden, and two other members of the Kingsguard stood in the door,

“We’ve been ordered to bring Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra to the throne room immediately,” Ser Criston said, not bothering to hide his disgust from his face.

“And you could not allow your two Princesses to cover themselves before barging in?” Daemon fired back, his body still blocking theirs from view.

None of them bothered to reply or shut the door as they stepped back outside of the room. The three of them pulled their shirts on, all still in the peasants clothes from the night before.

“If this doesn’t go well, make it worth your while,” Viserea whispered in Valyrian to Rhaenyra quickly, referring back to their conversation from the previous day, then kissing her cheek as Rhaenyra nodded.

Once they were dressed, Viserea and Daemon were guided out of the room. Ser Ryden wore an apologetic look as he gently held onto Viserea’s arm. She offered him a small smile and shook her head, silently telling him she did not blame him and knew that he had his orders. Viserea glanced back to see handmaidens entering Rhaenyra’s room, Ser Criston standing beside the door, and Rhaenyra looking after them worriedly.

It was only when the two members of the Kingsguard that each had a hand on Daemon threw him to the ground and Viserea heard a sickening crunch that she finally spoke,

“That is your Prince!” She yelled at them, pulling her arm from Ser Ryden’s gentle grasp and running over to where Daemon was now laying on the floor. She had squatted down next to Daemon to check on him when they both saw Viserys enter from a side door.

“My daughter,” he said, walking up to them as Daemon groaned in pain. His nose was pouring blood and definitely broken and Viserea kept her eyes on Viserys, still squatting beside Daemon, as if ready to throw herself on top of him if she needed to.

“Won’t you two even deny it?” Viserys asked.

Apparently, addressing Viserea along with Daemon was enough to snap Daemon’s attention away from the pain radiating through his nose and the center of his face, as he sat up and made his way to position his body slightly in front of Viserea, squatting as if he wanted to stand up but thought better of it.

“We need to understand the charge before we can attempt to discredit it,” Daemon answered.

“You two defiled her,” Viserys said, landing a kick to Daemon’s side and causing him to fall again as he groaned in pain, “Still you say nothing,”

Viserea glared up at Viserys as he walked around them to stand next to where Daemon’s head was. She sat next to Daemon’s side, one hand placed on the opposite side of him, ready to shield him if Viserys attempted to hurt him again.

“Oh, what does it matter, brother? When we were their age, we fucked our way through most of the brothels on the Street of Silk,” Daemon said dismissively.

Viserea stayed silent as her eyes stayed trained on Viserys.

“We were young men. She is just a girl. Your niece!” Viserys shouted the last sentence and Viserea’s muscles tensed, ready to shield Daemon at the slightest movement from him.

“Rhaenyra’s a woman-grown, the same as Viserea,” Daemon said, “Better their first experiences be with me than some whore.”

Daemon knew Rhaenyra and Viserea had slept with each other years before either of them had reunited with Daemon, but Daemon had chosen his words carefully to ensure that Rhaenyra and Viserea’s relationship was not revealed to Viserys.

“You have ruined her!” Viserys said, going to reach for Daemon’s collar of his shirt, but being met with Viserea’s face even with his as she leaned across Daemon.

The look on her face was one that she had been told multiple times reminded everyone of her father when he was mad. Her usual soft violet eyes were hard and her jaw was set in anger. It was a look that, while Viserea had never seen it on herself or remembered seeing it on her father, was apparently intimidating enough as Viserys made no move to reach for Daemon. Viserea slowly moved away so he could see Damon again after a moment.

“What lord will wed her now? In this condition?” Viserys said, keeping his face level with Viserea’s as he looked back and forth between the two of them.

“Who gives a fuck what some lord thinks?” Daemon spat beneath them, “You are the dragon. Your word is truth and law.”

“I have spent a lifetime defending you,” Viserys said, “But your heart is even blacker than I thought. I should disinherit her and Viserea, as I already did you, and be done with it,” he said, standing up again.

Viserea could have laughed at the irony of his sentence. He didn’t try to find her in the year she spent with Daemon, but referred to her as his daughter when it came to chastising Daemon the previous day. She was only his daughter when it benefited him.

“Wed her to me,” Daemon said before Viserea could voice her thoughts, causing Viserys to drop back down to squatting next to Daemon. “When I offered up my crown, you said I could have anything. I want Rhaenyra, I’ll take her as she is and wed her in the tradition of our house.”

“You are already wed, and make this proposal in front of your very wife,” Viserys said, laughing dryly.

“That didn’t stop Aegon the Conqueror from taking a second wife, and I think you would find my wife okay with this proposal,” Daemon replied.

Viserys drew the blade so quickly that Viserea did not have time to think about what her moves could cause. She moved again to stop Viserys from placing the blade at Daemon’s neck, and instead felt it just barely pierce the skin of her arm as it rested at the front of Daemon’s neck. Daemon’s hands gripped the hand of Viserys’ that held the blade, preventing it from going any deeper into Viserea’s flesh. Viserys either didn’t notice the blood beginning to flow slowly yet steadily from her wound, or he didn’t care as he didn’t move the knife from her arm and her arm didn’t move from in front of Daemon’s neck.

“You are no conqueror. You are a plague… sent to destroy me!” Viserys near shouted at him.

“Give me Rhaenyra to take to wife, and we will return the House of the Dragon to its proper glory,” Daemon said, causing Viserys to pause for a moment before replying.

“Of course. It’s not my daughters you lust for, is it? It’s my throne. You marry them both and the throne is eventually yours,” Viserys replied, as if he had finally figured it all out.

“As if I am your daughter,” Viserea said, cutting off any reply Daemon may have had and causing Viserys to look at her in shock.

“You are my daughter as much as Rhaenyra-“ Viserys tried to argue, but Viserea cut him off.

“We had a very similar argument just a year ago, but I feel it bears repeating. You do not view me as your daughter until it is convenient for you, and you haven’t since I was a child. Your actions show it every day. You don’t arrange proposals for me, and then reject the ones I bring forward because they’re not valuable enough, despite saying it was my choice. You don’t allow Rhaenyra to wed Daemon, because you don’t view Daemon as good enough and think it is only the throne he is after, yet you give us your blessing after we are wed because he is good enough for your spare daughter. If we are married, we are no longer a…” Viserea pretended to need to think of the words he had called Daemon a year ago, “thorn in your side,” she spat.

The same look of anger that she was told resembled her father’s now adorned her face again as she continued on her rant, “Queen Aemma was the only parent I had after my father died when I was three years of age. She was the one who made sure I was treated equally. It became even more obvious after you slaughtered her instead of allowing her the choice of how to die, something I have kept from Rhaenyra for years so that your relationship might not be more strained and she might not be faced with the same nightmares that plagued me for years.

“My opinions were more valued the day I rode Tessarion to the Stepstones than any time I ever tried speaking up in council meetings, even though I am the future Hand of the Queen. The leaders of the Free Cities we visited valued and respected me and my opinions more in the year we spent there than you ever have, and on multiple occasions, heeded my advice and it turned out to be helpful to them. I only hope that you learn to value Rhaenyra’s opinions and Rhaenyra herself, instead of the way you view her now, as she is capable of being the best ruler the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen if only you are smart enough to aid her.”

Silence filled the room once Viserea finished her rant and it took multiple long minutes for Viserys to respond to her.

“Go to Dragonstone, and do not return to King’s Landing. The only reason you two will be permitted to stay on Dragonstone is because of Viserea’s…. Aid in mine and Rhaenyra’s relationship,” Viserys finally replied, removing the blade from where it was still pressing against Viserea’s arm, “As long as the two of you are gone from my sight for good.”

Viserys walked out of the room and Daemon sat up, grabbing Viserea’s arm to view the cut on her arm. The blood from her wound coated her arm, his shirt, and his collarbone from where she had placed it in front of his neck. The blood from his broken nose had stilled, but there were streaks of it across his cheeks.

“Your blade, now!” Daemon looked to Ser Ryden, no room for argument in his voice. No matter if Viserys had just banished them from King’s Landing, Ser Ryden had been around Viserea’s entire life and viewed her as his own family. He quickly came to Viserea’s side, handing Daemon a smaller knife.

Daemon took the knife and carefully cut away a part of the sleeve of the smallfolk clothes Viserea wore. He wrapped it around her forearm, trying to stop the bleeding. Viserea took the knife from Daemon and repeated his actions with his own sleeve, trying to wipe away some of the blood on his cheeks before it dried to them.

He allowed this for only a moment before standing up and helping Viserea to her feet, not risking saying anything in front of the Kingsguard. Ser Ryden was one thing, but the other two members were new and only showed loyalty to Viserys.

“I will show you back to the Princess’ chambers to gather your belongings. I am to assume you will take Caraxes and Tessarion to Dragonstone?” Ser Ryden asked, looking between Daemon and Viserea.

They both nodded and Viserea handed Ser Ryden back his knife, which he put away quickly.

Ser Ryden held a hand up to stop the other two members of the Kingsguard from following them and escorted the two of them back to Viserea’s chambers. Neither were surprised when they entered and didn’t see Rhaenyra, but Viserea let out a small and disappointed sigh.

“We will only be on Dragonstone, zaldrītsos (little dragon). We will see her often. She is Princess of Dragonstone and Viserys can not stop her from visiting,” Daemon pointed out, walking over to Viserea and hugging her closely.

“He will make it as hard as he can. He will load her down in responsibilities he has never before given her and say it is because he wishes to prepare her for the day she will ascend the Iron Throne,” Viserea said, her voice cracking as she spoke and wrapping her arms around him. “Every time I have left Rhaenyra, it has been our decision. Not once have I had to leave without even being able to say goodbye.”

“She knows we would say goodbye if we had the chance, zaldrītsos. I imagine that by the end of the next moon cycle, we will have seen her again. Dragonstone is her home as much as it ours… more so even,” Daemon said in a comforting voice, kissing the top of her head.

Viserea nodded against his chest, knowing he was right, but unable to stop the emotions that washed over her. She had known their plan was far-fetched, but she still had hope that Viserys would’ve allowed it; that he would have seen the sense in it. All three of them would have been married to someone they loved and without argument, Viserea and Daemon would have been able to support Rhaenyra as continued learning how to be a Queen, and those who disagreed with Rhaenyra’s title as Heir to the Iron Throne would not have had a leg to stand on as the three defended her claim.

The thoughts of what could have been drove Viserea to tears for the first three nights she was, once again, away from Rhaenyra. She hadn’t been able to say goodbye, hadn’t been able to remind both Rhaenyra and herself that this was what they had originally planned — for her to wed Laenor and all of them be able to take up their own interests. Part of that was because her and Daemon being banished to Dragonstone hadn’t been part of the plan. They were supposed to be back in King’s Landing, not forced apart by thousands of miles.

Where Viserea was dealing with her pain with sadness and melancholy, Daemon let his fester into anger. He had returned to their chambers every night so far covered in dirt and sweat from sparring with the Knights and Gold Cloaks they had brought to the island with them. He would carry her into the giant stone tub where they would both clean themselves, then keep his arms firmly wrapped around her torso as they slept. She wouldn’t ask him or comment on it, but she could tell that the grip around her was as much to comfort her as it was to assure himself that she would not be stolen away from him, either.

It had been five days since they were banished from King’s Landing and both Daemon and Amarda were relieved when they were finally able to drag Viserea from her’s and Daemon’s chambers. That morning, she had been bathed and dressed, looking like a princess for the first time since they had landed their dragons on the island.

Both of them were in the castle’s vast library when the first letter from Rhaenyra had arrived at Dragonstone. Daemon had taken it from Ser Ryden — Viserea had demanded he was to come to Dragonstone, as he was her assigned member of the Kingsgaurd — before Viserea could, and read it first.

She watched as the look on his face turned from intent, to a proud smile, and then back to fury before he could even begin on the second page. His breathing had grown heavy and he had to place the pages on the table in front of him to keep from crumpling them. He was taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself and Viserea stood up and walked over to him.

“Is it bad?” Viserea asked, placing a hand on his shoulder and watching his face. She couldn’t bring herself to glance at the letter, afraid of what she would see.

“She’s okay,” Daemon replied in a steely tone. He had said it to reassure Viserea without revealing exactly what the letter said. He passed Viserea the first page of Rhaenyra’s letter, which was written in Valyrian to prevent unwanted eyes from reading it. She took it from him gently, staying beside him as he picked up the second page to continue reading.

I heard about what happened in the Throne Room. It shattered me to not be able to bid you both a farewell, but I know it was no fault of your own. That night, my father called for me in his chambers, just the two of us. He told me I was his political headache and that my wedding to Ser Laenor Velaryon would combine the two most powerful houses in the realm, ensuring that no one would dare to stand against us.

He was just as blind to Otto’s selfish wills as we suspected he was. He seemed surprised when I told him that he wanted Aegon named heir. I told him that Otto’s spying on us and his self-interests will bring a divided realm. He told me that everyone on his small council and all past are self-interested. I told him I disagreed. I asked him if he could ever picture Viserea sending spies after my children and never reporting on the many times a child of mine visited the city, but reported of the one time they were caught in a position that could be used to disinherit them.

I told him I would do my duty as heir. I told him I would wed Ser Laenor and produce an heir, but that he must first do his duty as king. He did not argue with me as I suspected he would. He seemed to have realized that I was right, that Otto had been serving himself and not his king for a long time now.

I was not there when Otto was removed from his position, so I am unsure of what was said. The next morning, Lyonel Strong was named Hand.

I was in my chambers reading, long after the sun had set, when Grand Maester Mellos visited me. My father had him brew and bring me Moon Tea in order to rid me of any “unwanted consequences”. I hope you both can forgive me for drinking it instead of throwing it into the fire.

Viserea lowered the page and looked to Daemon, unsure who his anger was towards. Was it for Viserys ordering the tea? Or was it for Rhaenyra drinking it?

“I understand why she drank it, but he had no right to order it be brewed for her,” Daemon said. He had placed the second page of the letter back on the table in front of them and was gripping the back of the chair in anger.

Viserea did not reply, feeling slightly relieved he did not blame Rhaenyra for drinking it and understood why she did. She reached for the second page of the letter, her hand never leaving its spot on his arm.

I fear I have made a permanent enemy of the Queen. She called to question me on if the rumor of our coupling was true. She said we Targaryens have always had queer practices, but that she thought better of Viserea and me. She could not understand how we would be okay with coupling with not only our uncle, but our lady cousin when we were raised as sisters. She did not take kindly to me reminding her of how it was these queer practices that made it possible for the Seven Kingdoms to be united as one.

By the time this letter reaches you, we will be back in King’s Landing. We are currently on Driftmark where my betrothal to Ser Laenor has just been arranged.

Upon my father’s death, I will be crowned Queen. Ser Laenor will be King Consort. Our firstborn child, regardless of gender, will inherit the Iron Throne from me. Our children will carry the last name Velaryon, but when our firstborn ascends the Iron Throne, they will do so in the name Targaryen.

While this was discussed, Ser Laenor and I took a courtship walk along the beach. We have agreed to carry out our duties that are required of us as future Queen and King Consort of the realm, but once our duties are performed, we may both partake in our own activities and interests.

We are to be wed in a week. I do not care what my father said about the two of you remaining on Dragonstone, I want you both to attend my wedding.

A burst of hope bloomed in Viserea’s chest as she finished reading the second page of Rhaenyra’s letter. Though it was not what they all truly wanted, their other plan was working so far. Laenor and Rhaenyra would work together to keep each other's secrets. Daemon and Viserea would at least be able to see Rhaenyra at her wedding, and there would be no way Viserys could keep Rhaenyra from Dragonstone for the rest of his life. Alicent could be dealt with later.

“It seems as though we have no choice but to attend the wedding,” Daemon said, turning the third page he held in his hand to face Viserea.

This page was written in the common tongue so there would be no doubt of what it said.

Prince Daemon Targaryen and his wife Princess Viserea Targaryen are to attend the wedding celebrations of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Laenor Velaryon. This order is given by Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, First of Her Name, Princess of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne and future Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm.

Below the command was the date which the celebrations would begin and when they needed to arrive.

Viserea smiled at seeing the command. Only Viserys himself would be able to force them to leave the wedding, and she was unsure if Viserys would be willing to risk turning them away against Rhaenyra’s wishes during her wedding celebrations.

That day Daemon did not seek out his Gold Cloaks or any knights to spar with and Viserea did not find herself weeping in his arms until she fell asleep.

The next day passed in a blur as the two readied themselves to fly to King’s Landing. The next day they departed on dragonback to King’s Landing. While uncomfortable to fly in clothes fit for the wedding celebrations, they knew arriving the day of the start of the celebrations would allow for the least chance of Viserys sending them back to Dragonstone.

Viserea’s dress was black with details of grey and red woven into it. The long, billowing sleeves were the same silver as the seahorse on the Verlaryon sigil. The dress represented the three houses she was loyal to; House Targaryen, Stark, and Velaryon.

Once their dragons had landed, they were escorted to the castle. Amarda had apparently sent word to a member of her family in the city of their impending arrival, as they were joined by a woman who resembled her in their carriage on the ride up to the keep.

She introduced herself as Amarda’s niece and worked at fixing any of the damage the winds of flying had brought to Viserea’s hair. Before she and Daemon stepped out of the carriage, Amarda’s niece spoke to them quickly and quietly,

“While I follow the Faith of the Seven and we do not allow such marriages, I trust my aunt’s judgment and I have heard the kind words she has spoken about your treatment of her. The three of you will always have the support of our house as Princess Rhaenyra ascends the Iron Throne.”

Viserea kept her head high as she and Damon entered the castle, ignoring some of the stares the guards gave them as they clearly internally debated on whether to stop them or not. No one stopped them as they entered the throne room or approached the dais, but they received no announcement.

Though clearly not pleased at their arrival, Viserys motioned for two chairs to be brought forth for them as they bowed to him. Viserea met Rhaenyra’s eyes and could see the mixture of relief and happiness behind them. They took their seats at the end of the table, smiling politely to Viserys as they did so, wanting to give him no reason to send them away.

“She’s not here,” Viserea just barely whispered to Daemon. He gave a slight nod, confirming that he had also noticed Alicent’s absence from the table.

“Be welcome, as we join together in celebration. Tonight is only its beginning. We honor the crown’s oldest and fiercest ally, House Velaryon,” Viserys said to the crowd of people, paying no more attention to Viserea or Daemon. “Reaching back to the days of Old Valyria and the Age of Dragons. With House Targaryen and Hou-“ Viserys stopped mid sentence as he looked to the end of the room.

Viserea followed his gaze and took Daemon’s hand in hers as she realized exactly why Viserys had stopped speaking. There Alicent stood in a dress of blazing green. She clenched his hand tightly as she realized what Alicent was silently saying.

Alicent walked the length of the throne room as the guests rose in respect. Viserea and Daemon both stayed seated. She had silently declared war against Rhaenyra right as Rhaenyra’s wedding celebrations began. Viserea would not show her the respect of standing and Daemon apparently agreed with her.

The show had clearly unsettled Viserys as much as it had Viserea as Viserys asked Ser Lyonel where he was in his speech before continuing.

“With House Targaryen and House Velaryon united, I hope to herald in a second Age of Dragons in Westeros.” Applause and cheering broke out across the room at Viserys’ words and he continued on, “And after tonight’s small affair, seven days of tournament and feasting. At the end of it all, a royal wedding between my daughter, my heir, your future Queen, and Ser Laenor Velaryon, the Heir to Driftmark.”

Applause broke out once again and Viserys took his seat. A moment later and music began.

Rhaenyra and Laenor stood, walking to the open floor in the center of the room and beginning to dance a traditional Valyrian wedding dance with arms spread to mimic the wings of a dragon. Once finished, they bowed to each other and applause broke out again. This time, Daemon and Viserea joined in.

A crowd quickly filled the floor and the music began again, another waltz beginning amongst the guests. Viserea’s eyes scanned the room, noticing Alicent speaking to her uncle, Lord Hobert Hightower, and noticing when Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone approached them.

“In the Vale, men are made to answer for their crimes. Even Targaryens,” Gerold said, the underlying threat obvious in his tone.

“And who are you?” Daemon asked. He smirked down at the man, clearly finding his threat amusing.

“Ser Gerold Royce of Runestone.”

“And?” Daemon questioned, still sounding amused.

“I am cousin to your late lady wife,” Gerold said with a tone of growing anger.

“Ahh, yes. Terrible thing. I’m positively bereft. Had I heard of her sickness sooner, I would have sent the royal Maesters to attend to her immediately,” Daemon replied in a false tone of sympathy.

“You know better than anyone, your Maesters could not have helped.”

Viserea quirked an eyebrow at his words, mildly taken aback by Gerold’s boldness. Daemon had told Viserea that Rhea’s passing and when she had asked, told her that she had fallen ill. She had been able to tell by his tone and look on his face that it was no illness that she would be able to return from and Viserea had not questioned him further on the matter. He had been by her side the entire time, so no one would be able to make a solid accusation against him.

“Are you confessing some guilt, Ser Gerold?” Daemon asked him.

“I am making an accusation,” he replied angrily.

“You know, in King’s Landing, men are made to answer for their slanders. Even old bronze cunts like you,” Daemon said, quoting Gerold’s earlier words and causing him to scoff.

Viserea did not take kindly to the threat against her husband, even if the accusation was true. She spoke this time, her voice light but still holding an air of mild threat,

“It is a good thing you’ve joined us, Ser Gerold. We have not had the chance to visit the Vale to speak about my husband’s inheritance.”

“What inheritance?” Gerold asked quickly.

“Lady Rhea and Prince Daemon had no heirs. As her husband upon the time of her passing, whatever she was due now passes to the Prince,” Viserea reminded him, smirking as a shocked look fell on his face, “Now I may be wrong as I am not her family nor was I her husband, but she stood to inherit all of Runestone, did she not?”

Daemon gave Viserea’s hand that he still held a slight squeeze as they watched him stutter for a moment.

“After my niece’s wedding, my wife and I plan to fly to the Eyrie, and I plan to position Lady Jeyne myself. Perhaps I’ll see you there, Ser Gerold,” Daemon threatened.

Ser Gerold stepped away from the table, throwing a backwards glare at the two of them, to which Viserea returned.

“I believe there are some people who wish to speak to you,” Daemon said, pulling Viserea’s attention away from Ser Gerold. He gave a nod to Corlys and Rhaenys and Viserea stood.

“Perhaps you should ask Lady Laena for a dance,” Viserea said to him.

“Of course, Princess,” Daemon said, quickly catching on to Viserea’s meaning.

They both walked over to three remaining Velaryons and Viserea took Laena’s seat when Rhaenys offered it to her after Laena had accepted Daemon’s offer for a dance.

“I was under the impression you were banished,” Corlys said in a teasing tone, smiling at Viserea.

“We received an order from the Princess that we were to attend the wedding and the celebrations,” Viserea replied in the same tone, chuckling.

“I am glad to see you’re excited for the wedding then,” Rhaenys said, pointing the silver sleeves of Viserea’s dress.

“Of course I am. I could not think of a more needed union. One that benefits both our houses and its heirs,” Viserea said. She chose her wording carefully around the two of them, unsure of what they had heard of Rhaenyra, Daemon, and her’s little stunt.

“Are you sure of that, Princess?” Rhaenys questioned, confirming Viserea’s suspicions that she knew every detail of them.

Viserea didn’t immediately respond, instead looking between Corlys and Rhaenys as she judged how best to reply. The look on their faces was just as calculating as her own, and she decided to repeat her answer, only changing the phrasing slightly so that they might understand the meaning behind her words this time.

“I am quite sure, Princess,” Viserea replied, “As I said, this union benefits both of our houses, and its heirs. I feel as though a marriage of this dynamic can only benefit everyone involved.”

It became obvious to Viserea by the look on Corlys’ and Rhaenys’ faces that the true meaning of her words had been made sense of.

“Then we are both glad to have your support of the union, Princess, as you have shown by wearing the color of all the houses you feel loyal to,” Corlys said, a more relaxed smile crossing his face now.

“House Targaryen will always have my loyalty above all, but it is true that House Velaryon and House Stark are my family, as well. They are the houses I am united with through family and friendships alike,” Viserea replied. She watched as more of the anxiety in their faces seemed to fade, though neither of them were given the chance to reply.

“Might I be able to steal my wife away for a dance?” Daemon asked as he approached Viserea, looking to Corlys and Rhaenys with a familiar and friendly smile.

They both motioned to Viserea and Damon turned his attention to her.

“May I have this dance, Princess?” He asked, holding his hand out to her.

“You may, my Prince,” Viserea replied with a smile. She stood up, taking his hand in hers and following him to the dance floor. She spotted Laena and Harwin dancing and the blush that crossed Harwin’s face at something Laena said.

Once they were surrounded by others, Daemon spoke again,

“You look worried, little dragon,” he said, helping Viserea flawlessly fall in step with him.

“She has openly declared war on her,” Viserea said, avoiding names since she knew Daemon would know who she spoke of.

“She has. What do you want to do about it?” He asked her.

The two of them were separated a moment later by the dance, leaving Viserea to ponder his question.

She could think of plenty of things she wanted to do, but she would be no help to Rhaenyra or Daemon if she was dead, and that would only give Alicent’s children a chance of claiming Tessarion. She couldn’t let either of those happen.

Viserea and Daemon made their way back to each other as the dance continued.

“Any ideas?” He asked her, looking down to make eye contact with her.

“Plenty. None with any logic,” Viserea replied.

“And what about Corlys and Rhaenys?”

“Nothing about her move, but it seems they understand just how much this marriage is a union beneficial for both houses.”

Daemon chuckled, but offered no other response. He took her hand and walked to where Rhaenyra and Harwin were now dancing.

“Might I offer you a trade for the moment, Ser Harwin?” Daemon asked, a polite smile on his face as he offered Viserea’s hand to Harwin.

“Of course,” Harwin replied, allowing Rhaenyra’s hand to be taken by Daemon and taking Viserea’s in response.

Viserea stepped in time with Harwin, watching as Daemon guided Rhaenyra to the back of the room.

“I want to apologize for my abrupt departure last year,” Viserea told Harwin, keeping in time with him and the music.

“No need to, Princess. Princess Rhaenyra and I have become quite trusting in one another and she has informed me of the reason for your departure. It sounds as though it was the best thing for you,” Harwin replied with a kind smile on his face.

Viserea returned his smile, grateful for his kind nature and understanding of her circumstances.

“Thank you for your understanding then, Ser Harwin,” Viserea said, her eyes flickering to where Daemon and Rhaenyra stood talking, his hand on the side of her face, causing a rush of worry to go through her.

“Pay them no mind. Both are too smart to make a scene here,” Harwin said, following her line of sight.

Viserea nodded, knowing he was right. She glanced around the rest of the room, spotting Ser Joffrey and Ser Criston speaking; a cheerful look of Joffery’s face and a sour expression on Criston’s.

Harwin followed her stare again, “Now that, I am unsure of. Unless Ser Joffery has misjudged where the Princess’ interests lie. Ser Criston has been cold to her since that morning and it is to my understanding that she was even thinking of replacing him, saying that she didn’t trust him to guard her anymore. They’ve been casting glances at each other all night.”

Viserea nodded, silently taking in the information as Harwin lifted her into the air in time with the music.

A moment later a scream erupted from the crowd, causing both Viserea and Harwin to look around in confusion. She began pushing through the crowd, trying to find Rhaenyra or Daemon and losing Harwin in moments. After a particularly harsh shove, she hit the ground, but stood up quickly and started trying to push her way through. She felt herself lifted in the air and realized it was Daemon who carried her and she relaxed slightly, relaxing a bit more when she saw Harwin carrying Rhaenyra towards the dais.

They were both set down at the same time and the crowd had quieted considerably. Viserea moved to Rhaenyra, Daemon moving right behind her as they stared out at the unmistakable body of Ser Joffery, now bloody and dead on the floor.

Viserea couldn’t pull her eyes away from and it was Daemon stepping in front of her and Rhaenyra that caused her to finally look away. She caught sight of Laenor crawling to Joffery’s body as Criston made his way out of the doors.

“Don’t look,” Daemon said, his hand on each of their shoulders and pulling Viserea to him.

Viserea looked at Rhaenyra, the same horror struck look mirrored on both of their faces.

The crowd was cleared out quickly, along with Ser Joffery’s body, but the sound of Laenor’s wails would haunt Viserea forever.

Viserea went to Rhaenyra, taking her hand in her’s as they both stood shaking next to each other.

“Do you know-?” Viserea started, but stopped as Rhaenyra slowly shook her head.

“I saw them talking-“ Rhaenyra started, but Viserea cut her off, her voice dropping to a lower volume as the room finally emptied from everyone aside from their family and the Velaryons.

“Harwin said he thinks Joffery might have thought he was your interest. He might have accused him and caused him to go into a rage,” Viserea whispered and Rhaenyra nodded.

The doors of the throne room closed and the High Septon stepped forward as Viserys announced to the ones still gathered in the room that he wanted Rhaenyra and Laenor married now and that the rest of the celebrations were canceled due to that night’s events.

“Please, come to me,” Rhaenyra whispered before she walked away, her face now streaked with tears.

Viserea had to force herself not to cry as the High Septon spoke the marriage vows, she saw Laenor’s tears, and heard the way Rhaenyra and Laenor were both crying. Daemon’s arm around her waist helped keep her grounded as the High Septon declared them to now be man and wife.

She did not move when Viserys collapsed to the ground, though neither did Laenor. Daemon did and went to his side immediately. Viserea wasn’t sure how she felt towards Viserys, but even if she had tried to move closer to him, there was no room as everyone else surrounded him.

The maester was there moments later, anyways, and declaring that he needed space and to leave him be.

Daemon returned to Viserea’s side and tried to guide her out of the throne room, but she stopped him. She looked to Rhaenyra and he nodded.

“Might we walk with you back to your chambers? I understand tonight has been… distressing, and I do wish to know you both make it there safely. Daemon can escort us,” Viserea said, her voice oddly calm as she spoke.

Laenor went to reject her offer, but upon seeing the look on Rhaenyra and Viserea’s faces, accepted the offer.

They exited the throne room, seeing the maester helping Viserys stand up. Daemon’s hand rested on Dark Sister as they walked through the corridors of the castle. None of them had a member of the Kingsguard with them, so he truly was making sure they made it to their chambers safely, though no one truly saw a threat making itself known.

They remained silent until they reached Rhaenyra’s chambers and Demon allowed them all inside, then stepped inside behind them. As soon as the door closed behind them, Laenor sat on the edge of Rhaenyra’s bed, now allowing his tears to begin flowing freely once again.

Rhaenyra and Viserea both moved to him and sat on either side of him, Viserea placing a comforting hand on his back as Rhaenyra pulled him into a hug and allowed him to cry onto her shoulder.

No one said anything for a long while, not until Laenor finally looked up and between the three of them.

“Why?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

Rhaenyra, Viserea, and Daemon all exchanged looks and Daemon decided to speak first,

“We think he confronted Criston about being the object of Rhaenyra’s desire and he didn’t take kindly to being accused of breaking his vows he took when he took his place on the Kingsguard.”

“And was he not?” Laenor asked. His voice was harsh but no one reacted to it, understanding he was in pain.

“No… he was neither of the objects of my desire,” Rhaenyra said.

Laenor looked to her, eyebrows furrowed, then Rhaenyra gave a meaningful look at both Viserea and Daemon. Laenor nodded,

“I understand…” his voice trailed off and he looked at his lap. They sat in silence for a moment before Laenor stood up, beginning to pace around the room.

His questions came in rapid succession after that and the three answered as best they could.

Why did Joffery believe Criston was Rhaenyra’s lover?

How long had the relationship between Daemon, Viserea, and Rhaenyra existed?

Why did Criston suddenly hate Rhaenyra?

Once they had answered all of his questions, he sat back down and nodded.

“From now on, we are honest. The four of us are honest about everything that happens between us. No secrets or unvoiced suspicions. I could have prevented Joff-“ Laenor’s voice broke and he took a moment before resuming his sentence, “I could have prevented this if I had known.”

“Do not blame yourself,” Viserea said firmly, looking at Laenor, “Ser Joffery’s accusation should not have cost him his life.”

Laenor nodded, accepting Viserea’s statement.

“We do all promise to be honest with each other, though. About everything,” Rhaenyra said, looking to Viserea who nodded in agreement and then to Daemon.

While he didn’t seem thrilled about it, Daemon nodded and agreed to be honest, also.

Eventually, Daemon and Viserea left Laenor and Rhaenyra to be alone. Even if nothing happened between the two of them, they still had appearances to keep up and it would seem suspicious if the couple did not spend their first night married in the same bed.

“She will have to bear his children, you know,” Viserea said to Daemon as they stepped back into Viserea’s chambers.

“Yes, she will,” Daemon replied, looking to Viserea curiously, wondering where she was going.

“And you feel nothing about her bearing another man’s child?” Viserea asked, unable to deny that she herself felt jealous at the thought of someone besides herself or Daemon touching Rhaenyra.

Daemon chuckled as he realized what Viserea was finally getting at and walked over to her.

“Of course I wish it were my babe that she were bearing, but I feel as though our circumstances are the best they can be.” His hands were on her back, gently beginning to pull the strings holding the corset of her dress in place and causing a rush of excitement to flow through Viserea.

“I suppose you’re right,” she replied, dropping her head to the side when Daemon’s lips connected with her neck. “Do you think Viserys will send us back to Dragonstone now that they are married or that he will allow us to remain in King’s Landing?”

“I think…” he started as his kisses lead up to her mouth, capturing it in a short but passionate kiss, “that my attention tonight is focused solely on my lovely wife and fucking her until my name is the only thing she’s capable of speaking.”

Viserea’s cheeks turned a bright pink and a playful smile crossed over her face.

“Then who am I to deny my Prince’s orders?” Viserea teased, beginning to aid him in removing the rest of her clothes and then his own.

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darklinaforever · 10 months

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I need to get this out of my system. What are these fans of Rhaenyra, Daemon, Daemyra, or even the three, who hate the Velaryon boys ?

Already, from 1, Rhaenyra will hate you for hating her precious children.

Second, no one on Team Blacks cared that Jace was a bastard. Nobody had a problem with that. So why did you, a fan of this so-called team and these characters, have one ?

Then... where does this idea come from that Daemon didn't like boys, and would have harmed them if the war hadn't broken out because he wanted his sons to inherit the throne in their place ?

Literally, it's based on nothing. Well, in fact yes. Rumors that Daemon was obsessed with the throne. You know, literally the information from the maesters who hated him. Because in fact, in the story itself, Daemon did nothing active to really have the throne, unlike the Greens or Corlys.

But beyond that, Daemon's blood would have ended up on the throne anyway, because Baela was Jace's fiancé.

However, I see people saying that Daemon didn't care about his daughters in general and were too sexist / misogynistic to accept that his blood to the throne would run through one of his daughters, rather than one of his sons.

Are we talking about the same Daemon who first extended the hand of reconciliation to Viserys so that his daughters were properly introduced into the world after their birth ? The same Daemon who fully accepted that his daughter Baela was a tomboy and let her do whatever she wanted ? (Also, in the books, there is no evidence of any discord whatsoever with Rhaena, so that argument is bullshit too) The same Daemon who accepted Rhaenyra as queen and defended it until the dead his position ?! Ok... I don't know why, but I have the impression that your Daemon is not the same as mine.

Then, from what I remember from the book, Daemon avenged Lucerys' death. Twice. Not one. Twice. The first time in "Eye for an Eye, a son for a son, Lucerys will be avenged" mode by killing a child of the Greens, and the second time by planting Dark Sister in Aemond's eye... Literally a tribute to the old gesture by Lucerys. And as for Jace, I remember that Daemon seemed to fully get along with him on a military level.

But apparently all that meant nothing !

Revenge for Lucerys is apparently for these people just an excuse for Daemon to satisfy his violent impulses and attack the Greens... (Whereas if that were the case, he would simply have to send assassins for each Greens ? What he didn't do ?) Also, if it's just a matter of satisfying an impulse, why kill Aemond the way he did ? Apart from a direct homage to Lucerys, what does that bring to Daemon in a selfish personal way ? Why not just kill Aemond by stabbing his sword somewhere else in his body ? The result would have been the same. After all, Lucerys had already been avenged. Also, the agreement with Jace was just a mask to better fool him and try to get rid of him later.

In fact, all this opinions have no support with Daemon's canonical actions. And I don't understand them. They are based solely on negative rumors against him by maesters for the throne, that sought to tarnish his image.

It's still crazy that people read Fire and Blood, especially the part about revenge for Luke and the way Daemon killed Aemond, and come to say that : Yes. Daemon would have totally sought to kill Lucerys himself if there hadn't been a war. He probably hated him for being a bastard and being a threat to his blood sons !

Basically you're accusing Daemon of being a misogynist and a blood purist... Basically what the Greens are.

You know... the ones who usurped the female heir that was Rhaenyra, refusing to accept a woman in power, and actively trying to harm her children for years without hiding the contempt they had for them ?

No, really, I find it ironic that members of Team Blacks, fans of Daemon, Rhaenyra and Daemyra are basically saying that Daemon is like the Greens.

The same guy who never actively tried to have the throne (And if anyone tries to tell me that Daemon's marriage to Rhaenyra was to try to gain power as her husband... Why was it never in fact against of Rhaenyra once she crowns Queen ? Seriously, be consistent), accepted Rhaenyra, a woman, as Queen, who let one of his daughters be a total tomboy and do what she wanted, help to educate the Velaryon boys over 10 years, having twice avenged the death of Lucerys and described as having gotten along well with Jace.

No really, I find it crazy that some people are convinced that Daemon despised his boys and planned to harm them one day.

Especially since such an argument quickly collapses when we realize that he spent 10 years with them before the war without any problems being recorded ? Seriously, if Daemon was planning to kill the Velaryon boys... why wait so long ?

Seriously, people who think that are just idiots in my eyes.

Even maesters who actively hated Daemon didn't have the guts to insinuate such a thing !

Nothing in the text indicates that Daemon hated the Velaryon boys, planning in any way to harm them. We have to stop talking stupid things now.

Even the series, which didn't understand much about the real Daemon Targaryen, doesn't suggest that Daemon has a problem with these boys !

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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byka perzys | part two

rosy riñītsos | part one | masterlist

Dark!Daemyra Targaryen x Crybaby!Reader

A/N: y’all filthies were hungry for part two so here we go, again do not come at me. This is very taboo with dad Daemon and step mom Rhaenyra. Feel free to skip this if it ain’t your cup of tea; I have other vanilla ones. A little angsty start!! Not proof read. I’m going to bed lol I will do it later :)

tw: naive reader, dubcon-ish,breastfeeding (lactation kink), infantilism, incest!, spanking.

It has been eight moons since Rhaenyra Targaryen claimed the Iron Throne, it had been a bloody affair truly- her own kin beheaded and hanging off the gates of the Red Keep as an example.

Usurp the throne and pay its price.

People that Y/N once called family all hung from the gates, her favourite aunt in chains with her little cousins. Daemon and Rhaenyra did their best to keep their children away from the monstrosity that followed with war, however keeping Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena proved to being harder. They won the throne regardless with every green supporter executed or incarcerated. Only after Rhaenyra secured her position did she send for her eldest daughter to be brought to King’s Landing from Dragonstone.

The battle had turned both Rhaenyra and Daemon bitter, while to the court they had begun celebrating their victory. With enormous galas being thrown for their children’s engagements. Both Jace and Baela being named future heir to the throne, they had begun being more involved in the politicking while Rhaena and Luke began to make journeys with their grandfather Corlys.

You felt alone in it all- Joff, Aegon and Viserys were all little making them the joy of everyone’s eyes and what remained of you? A mere bastard girl at court with nothing to her name. You were happy that the war ended, that your mother sat the throne; your family whole. You had spent all your life hidden, buried in your books or lost in the gardens. You didn’t care much for courtly attention, what you did care for were your kepa and mūna.

You went from nursing yourself to sleep in between them for many moons to the war making them forget of your existence, you waited, you truly did. However as the days passed, the more scared you became. You would cry yourself to sleep with fear of death, and now you felt alone. You stood at court and yet no one saw you. A giant table set for supper and yet there was just you awaiting your family. They never came.

You had found solace elsewhere, making multiple trips with your lady’s maids to the city as everybody made efforts to sew Kings Landing back to its proper glory, many of Daemon’s gold cloaks would accompany you; not wanting to loose their heads to dark sister. You offered baskets of milk, clothing and food out to the people of flea bottom and perhaps in those few hours you spent with the common people. You felt more seen than you had in over six months, your visits became frequent, and while Daemon and Rhaenyra believed you were holed up deep in the libraries in the Red Keep; you read stories to children at the Blackwater beaches.

You learned of tales of your own birth and how you might have been one of these common people had your father not been so considerate of his own blood. It warmed you heart and yet upset you more. He never spoke of your birth mother and you never questioned him on the matter, not until you sent out your lady’s maid to find the tavern you took birth in. It was weeks until they returned with the name of the tavern, which too they relayed to you with hesitation. A princess in a tavern…blasphemy.

You had found your people, while your mother perished while birthing you, an older tavern wench recognized your lilac eyes the second you set foot into her establishment, they cared for you the first eight moons of your existence until gold cloaks came knocking down their door to retrieve you for your kepus, the King. They did not fight, mayhaps their one child of many would be raised in riches. They closed the bar down as they celebrated your return.

Everyone of the barmaids began hounding you with questions.

“Do ya remember us little lady?” one questioned “I bathed you as babey”

“Aye- but I named ya little fires!” a woman named Chataya replied.

“Tell us litte fires, have ya gotten one of those monsters?” the older woman questioned, you happily smiled as you nodded your head.

“Vermithor.” you said smiling ear to ear.

“Vermithor!” they all cheered as they raised their cups of ale, making you flinch but giggle along. You spent a better part of that afternoon basking in happiness, there wasn’t a single room in the Red Keep that spread with this much joy at your presence.

That evening at the square named you the Princess of Flea Bottom.

A fitting title for a very different reason from when Daemon was named the very thing for his whoring habits.

Just as always even tonight, other than Joffrey everybody seemed to have found themselves occupied.

“Sorry sister, there are council matters.” Jacearys apologised on his and Baela’s behalf for their inability to join you for supper. Lucearys and Rhaena had extended their stay at Driftmark. You had spent the better part of supper scraping your peas from one end to the other as Joffrey went on about his new horse gifted to him by some lord- Massey? Baremon? You weren’t sure which.

“A proper princess finishes her food!” the shrill voice of Septa Marlow scolded you yet again.

That night you attempted something you would have never tried before, you frustrations seemed to have frozen your nervousness as you pattered your way over to the royal apartments in Maegor’s Holdfast with a book in one hand and a doll in another. Hoping that tonight Daemon might read to you for the night, you wouldn’t even beg to lay with them; merely spend a few moments in their company. The queensgaurd placed by their doors already had succumbed to slumber as he leaned against the wall. Your meek nature made it far to easy to evade him as you entered the Queen’s apartments.

The door to their bed chambers were slightly parted as you heard chatter from within, a burst of joy spread through you. After much time they had been in their bed chambers at an acceptable hour, perhaps tonight you might sleep all through the dark skies till the sun graced King’s Landing. You smiled to yourself, already the forming the sentence of request in your head so you wouldn’t stammer while speaking. Running the words over your head twice before approaching the door.

You peaked in, immediately freezing as your knock barely reached the door. You eyes fixated on the image within the chambers. Your heart sunk, small twitches of anxiety moved through your fingers as your gaze fell upon a girl stood in between Daemon and Rhaenyra. Daemon’s lips attacking her neck as she suckled at Rhaenyra’s breasts, your feet took you backwards. Knocking over the vase placed on a side table by the door, a loud crash through the corridor.

Daemon’s eyes immediately shot to the door, furious at whoever would dare interrupt the Queen and her consort, and even more who would dare to peak in. He pushed the whore on the bed and unsheathed his dagger, ready to swing it at whomever he would find at their chamber doors. He heard hurried shuffling feet as pushed the door open with all its might, the queensgaurd placed at the door looking disheveled as he appeared to make himself look coherent. He stumbled to no evidence to who the onlooker might have been, other than a book laid on the ground.

He picked up the book, turning it to read it’s cover. A tale of romance that perhaps only one person would have read it in all of the Red Keep. He shook his head, cursing himself at what you might have seen as he returned inside to grab his cloak. He threw the book at his wife, who looked at him questioningly; she frowned at the cover as Daemon apologized to the doe eyed whore that both Daemon and Rhaenyra would have enjoyed tormenting.

“Sorry pet, here’s your gold.” He placed four gold coins on her lap before leaving to find you.

You ran as fast as your feet would allow, hiking your skirts with both hands as your discarded your doll by the servants chambers, everyone of them shouting at you; concerned of your well being. You had managed to climb over boxes just as you did with trees and jumped over the lower walls, ridding yourself of the Red Keep. You hated it here, you wanted to go home. You wanted everyone to just return to the days at Dragonstone. The metal fencing tugged at your skirts, ripping through a good inch or two of your lavender skirts and dug into the skin of thigh, drawing blood that in the moment you hadn’t registered somewhere in the scuffle you had also misplaced a slipper, leaving your one foot bare as you escaped. You just ran, escaping the vile portrait of another girl nursing on your mother.

Pushing through crowds of people as you ran towards the Dragonpit, Vermithor had already felt your inner turmoil, growling and freeing himself of his chains as he stomped his way out of his holding to the courtyard; awaiting your arrival as he still growled at the dragonkeeper trying to settle him down. They already knew the sudden outraged behaviour of the bronze dragon had to do with your arrival, in the darkness however they couldn’t tell a thing.

You ran towards your dragon, looking behind you to see if anyone followed which you were sure they would. Your father might have been as furious as you were at them, if not worse.

“Vhalar Vermithor!” you yelled at him.

“Soves!”

You hurried to pull yourself onto his wing, yanking your body up onto your leathered saddle. “Sovētēs!” you ordered once more before your dragon pushed its wings back to fly towards the dark skies. You hadn’t even bothered to tie yourself to him, you just held on as your heart hammered within your chest.

Daemon arrived to the dragonpit moments later, already finding a torn piece of your dress stained in blood and your doll discarded at the servant grounds, he cursed under his breath as Caraxes was brought out of his holding. He wasted no time in mounting his dragon after he made sure that the dragon keepers would send word to his wife. Caraxes would hunt them down to be sure, he had to.

Vermithor flew for hours to be sure; you had not a clue of where he took you. Your mind toiled of far worse things.

What were you thinking? The court didn’t want you and neither did your kin. The word bastard began to ring in your ears as you cried high above the clouds. The more Vermithor flew the more it became apparent that he was flying north, the air began to grow colder until he finally landed upon a strip of mountains. You sighed, looking around at the hill forests as you shuffled off him. You yelped out loud feeling the throb in your thigh, you began trembling again.

You wanted to go home.

You wanted to go back to Dragonstone.

Vermithor grunted, already irked that you had distrupted his sleep and yet he sympathized with your sorrow, the cold that had began to seep into your bones that your torn summer gown did nothing to shield you from. The bronze fury let out a gust of fire, circling around himself and you to keep him warm as he snuggled himself on the grass. You shuffled closer to his neck as you rested against the warm reptilian skin, crying into your hands. Afraid and alone.

Daemon had flown for hours, Caraxes had lost the scent of your dragon past the burning ruins in the Riverlands. He returned at dawn, failing to find you as he stomped into his chambers. He explained it all to Rhaenyra who looked terrified, hurrying to send out ravens to every lord to seek for a bronze dragon and their princess dressed in lavender. Daemon made trips himself, scouring through Dragonstone and Driftmark first, knowing the Vermithor spent most his time on those lands. To no avail.

He regretted no reaching out to you sooner, most of it was to blame the monstrosity that clouded Rhaenyra and his blood at the aftermath of the war. The enjoyed paying whores to leave those girls bruised by the morning, how were they to do that two their own zaldrititos. They couldn’t bare the thought of touching you while their demons ran wild in the sheets, you were far too pure to taint so early. Many night they’d free themselves of the council at late hours, Daemon himself would return covered in blood after he “interrogated” the green sympathisers. He’d peer into your bed chambers just as Rhaenyra would, watching a small frown that they would pet away from your sleeping body.

You had fallen asleep at some point, the simmering burnt grass lulled your sobbing frame to sleep as you hid under Vermithor’s wing. Come morning you woke within the same burnt circle, the sun glaring in your eyes as Vermithor rested from a few feet from you; nibbling on a roasted sheep. You shuffled up, groaning at the throb on your thigh, some where along the night the cut had stopped bleeding but left a better part of your gown soaked in blood.

You groaned as you stood up, looking around to have an inkling of where you might be, you limped toward Vermithor. Petting his skin.

“Can you take me home? Dragonstone?” you asked him, hoping he’d be done with his meal soon. His yellow eyes merely looked at you from his periphery before thudding his head to the ground to rest. “Please?”

He moved his snout to push the leftover sheep towards you, before closing his eyes to slumber.

You had begun to venture around the edge of the woods, luckily finding a pond to wash your wound. More tears followed as the gash burned anew, the cruel cold water bringing you much discomfort. Hours went past, you had begged your bronze dragon to take you home a dozen times, to no avail. He had begun to drag himself to a mountain cave, holding his fresh kill within his mouth as he huffed every two breaths; awaiting your limping frame to keep up with him.

Perhaps this was your home now, you were hungry, and ate around the cooked flesh of the kills Vermithor would hunt, you were in pain. Both physically and mentally, perhaps they didn’t care, perhaps they threw another gala as they were rid of their bastard daughter.

“What if she never returns Daemon?” Rhaenyra sighed as she held rocked baby Visenya to bed. “She won’t survive out there.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that?” Daemon snapped, still beating himself over your disappearance. “She has her dragon with her, he will protect her.”

Various lords around the seven kingdoms sent out watch parties, hoping to spot the princess or atleast her dragon. Four days past and not a word, until finally a white raven arrived from The Vale. A parchment containing the sightings of Vermithor atop their mountains and talks of Hill tribes and Mountain men attacking whatever that dragon was trying to hide. All attempts to make contact were met with dragon fire, killing the Knights of The Vale and Hill tribes alike.

Daemon was enraged as he rushed to mount Caraxes, armed with Dark Sister while he rode with all his might to arrive at the Eyrie before the dusk began to decorate the horizon. They pointed toward the taller peak, warning him of Mountain men all guarding the cave for any sitting of the bronze fury. Daemon flew above with Caraxes, watching as the savages below shoot arrows and boulder like rocks in the cave; above all he heard the furious roars of Y/N’s dragon. He had burned every last one of them in a fit of rage, the glowing carnage could be seen from miles below the mountains as Caraxes landed with a thud just outside the caves. Daemon approached the dark cave with stealth, singing a Valyrian lullaby that his grand sire sung for his dragon, one that he sang with Y/N while he helped her claim the enormous beast.

You hid behind your dragon’s tail, groaning in pain as a rock yet again bruised your skin. The first two days stop the mountain were peaceful. You had found yourself berries that kept your fed just enough to curb the rumbling, the fresh water pond helped both you and Vermithor and the gash on your thigh began dry as your cleaned them with washed leaves. Your dress on the other hand, went from lavender to dirt brown in no time, your feet covered in little cuts at you rid yourself of your only slipper. Your family consisted of Vermithor and little cave bugs, that was until the people Vermithor was stealing sheep and goats from came knocking- charging at your door.

You had fought them for two days, with barely enough sleep as they kept throwing things and shooting at Vermithor. He burned them and yet more came, then came knights who knew your name. Perhaps green sympathizers that wanted your head, you burned them too. You cowered behind Vermithor sobbing until you heard a familiar lullaby, you cried louder in your hands, you feared you had succumbed to madness.

“Y/N! Riñītsos?” you heard Daemon’s voice bellow in the darkness. You were sure somebody had come for you, and it sure wasn’t Daemon. You huffed pulling yourself onto Vermithor, hoping to scare away whoever it was.

“Dracarys.” you said, making Vermithor let out a blow of fire around the cave. You sat atop him with agony and rage in your eyes, you were exhausted and were sure you would die by the end of the fortnight. That was until the warm glow of the fire flashed the white haired figure stood at the entrance of the cave.

“nyke issa riñītsos.” his voiced echoed through the cave.

“k-kepa?” you bottom lip wobbled as you shuffled off of Vermithor, barely able to hold your own weight together.

As much as Daemon wanted to run to grab you, he couldn’t. The bronze fury still held a murderous stance towards him, he had to wait for you. You feet slowly limped forward to him, clearing your eyes in the little light that remained in the burning darkness. You whispered his name once more to which he replied, holding his arms out until he saw your body in the light.

Frail, your dress covered in soot, dirt and blood. The braids on your hair undone and unruly, stained in dirt and blood too. Wounds on your arms and a bleeding cut on your head, Daemon took in a sharp breath once he finally had you in his arm, you collapsed- whimpering as he rushed to cover your body with his cloak.

“Iksā ȳgha, iksan vaoreznuni.” He whispered against your temple as he pushed you hair away. Daemon carried you to Caraxes, helping you mount him first before situating himself behind you. He was perturbed to be sure, that you would be so reckless but in the moment he felt nothing but relief as he flew back to the Red Keep with you in his arms.

Two days, it had been two days as you graced the world of consciousness and then drifted to slumber again. The day Daemon returned to the Red Keep, carrying your cloaked frame in his arms as your lady’s maids rushed to care for you. Both Rhaenyra and him and sat through the ordeal as the cleaned your wounds, he wanted to backhand every one of your maids as your hissed and cried out as the girls tended your wounds. Upon being tucked in bed, Daemon sat with you for hours, humming a lullaby under his breath as he caressed your silver wisps.

When you had awoken for sure, you had jolted awake. Eyes darting over your canopy until they fell upon Rhaenyra and Daemon sat next to your bed. Both looked tired and yet furious, their faces reminded you of what you had seen, soon filling your relieved heart with bitterness.

“What were you thinking?” Rhaenyra questioned darkly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees.

“The Queen asked you something.” Daemon said in addition.

You scoffed at the two of them, frowning at their audacity to question you after what they had done. You groaned as you sat up, shuffling yourself off your bed from the other end. The poppy you were sure they made you consume, helped with your aching joints. Daemon’s chair scrapped as he approached you, holding your arms firmly in his hands as he questioned you once more.

“Nothing, my queen.” you said bitterly, fighting to tear yourself away from his grip.

Your tone irked her even more, far more than you using her title to defy her. “We don’t ask you for much, that you remain with us, and obey us.” she lectured “Perhaps we have been to lenient with you.”

You still said nothing as you scowled at the floor, “Do you know what they do to the girls at Old Town? The ones that behave as poorly as you have!” Daemon scolded you this time as he dragged your body back to your bed. You fought harder against his hold only irking them further.

Daemon held your body down as they plopped you on your belly. You felt them shuffle over you before Rhaenyra lifted your sleep shift from your backside, hastily pulling away at your small clothes.

“Let me go!” you screamed “Damn you, damn both of you!”

Daemon held you face down, muffling your screams as you felt the leather resting against your rear. “How many days did we not sleep proper , sweet wife?”

“Seven days.” she replied with venom in her voice.

“Seven hits.” Daemon agreed. “You better count them!” he warned you.

You felt the first hit throb against your rear, you bit your lip to starve them of a reaction. Another slash of the leather burned against your rear. “You better count if you want her to stop.” Daemon tutted.

“Go to hell!” you spat.

They had not a clue of why you acted this way, surely they would have explained what you saw but your defiance angered them way beyond measure. They wanted their meek, shy girl to return, even if they had to spank it back into you.Another harder hit radiated through your bottom, this time you cried out; only to be hit again when you finally screamed out “One!”

“Have you a clue of how afraid we were?” Daemon scolded along with the leather connecting to your arse again.

“The Vale knights you have killed? The damage alone!” Rhaenyra yelled before spanking you again.

“What if something happened to you? Do you see the wounds under a fortnight alone?” Daemon loosened his hold on you as you succumbed to your punishment, now fighting to sob.

“You could have been killed!” Rhaenyra bellowed as she got her last hit in.

You scurried forward into the bed as Daemon let you go, you hugged your knees as you shielded your face away from them. Your muña would have yelled at you once more but Daemon pulled her out of your chambers as she heaved in anger.

They hated you.

They left you to ponder over what you had done, you killed people, you ran away from home. You were horrible and they hated you now. You hadn’t realized when you began to sob but you did, you lady’s maids visited once to stoke the fires by the hearth before leaving. You sobbed into a pillow, letting every last shred of emotions in your body wet through the silk of your pillow.

Rhaenyra resumed court for the day, still fuming at what her daughter had done. Reparations were made of the dead knights to the Vale as Daemon did his best to calm her down. Perhaps they had gone two far in punishing you, however you needed to understand if not fear leaving this castle ever again. She would have chained you to the bed for all she cared, fighting this hard to sheild you from a war. Atleast her sons knew how to fight, her step daughter by Laena were fierce. You were mouse disguised a dragon, spoiled endlessly. She hated that it had resorted to this and would comfort you sooner than later.

Daemon on the other hand had handed her his belt, the simmering rage he had felt as he held your frail body back to the keep, unsure if you were dead or just asleep in his arms. The pained screams he had to hear as they cleaned your wounds, all because you were too stupid to ask them or yell at them instead of running. He hated himself too, he should have known better. Known that she would wither if left alone for far too long.

They approached your room way after supper, trays of untouched food remained outside your chambers as a lady’s maid informed them of your refusal to move. Rhaenyra huffed as she picked the tray of supper as Daemin held the door open for her, it had been a while since she had fed you herself.

You still remained the fetal position in your bed, small whimpers left your body as the pushed through the bed curtains. At first she believed you were crying your sleep, a prank of guilt ran through them as they saw your reddened rear peaking through your sleep shift.

It wasn’t until you whimpered out more words that they realized you were awake, regressed to a mere child afraid of monster as you cried.

“I-I want to go home,” you said through hiccups.

“You are home,” Daemon whispered as he pulled your onto his lap.

“D-dragonstone, home,” you whimpered.

“Oh, zaldrititos. This is our home now,” Rhaenyra cooed at her.

“No, not my home- daor!” you wailed louder, only growing more distressed as you refused to look at them “Ao vēdros nyke! Daor nyke!”

Rhaenyra gasped, “No- we could never hate you.”

“Always want our riñītsos,” Daemon whispered against your temple.

You shook your head as more furious tears fell from your eyes “The girl! I saw her, s-she was feeding on muña. You want her, n-not me.”

You began to shuffle away from her as reached forward to touch your face “We were afraid of hurting you sweet pea, I never get this angry but we have fought so hard to keep all of you safe.”

“Not knowing where you were was death, do you understand? I couldn’t breathe knowing you were out there, alone.” Rhaenyra confessed.

“You have been alone and angry, we are so sorry riñītsos,” Daemon said as he pushed your hair away. “We should have come for you sooner.”

Daemon began to pepper kisses down your face as Rhaenyra approached you again, this time you let her touch you as she caressed over your bandages.

“kepa,” you whimpered as more tears fell from your eyes. “muña,”

“You need to eat,” he whispered in your ear, nudging you to sit up right. You whined, I wanting to untangle this cocoon you had craved for months. “No, just be here.”

Your tummy grumbled and yet your refused to let this warmth wash away for a stupid cut of steak or mutton. You nuzzled your nose in the peaking curve of Rhaenyra’s bosom, hoping she would let you nurse on her; you felt far to dazed to be refused of such tenderness. Rhaenyra being a mother new exactly what you wanted, she shuffled backwards, tugging at the front strings of her dress robes. Her breasts spilling through the loosely tied corset.

You hungrily latched at her pink nipple, all too inviting at your groaned the second the sweet milk hit your tongue. She tapped your nose to make your suckle gently at her sore breasts and yet your happily lapped as your nurses on her. Daemon shuffled away making you whine, he shook his head at your impatience. Which soon turned to joy as he returned with your discarded doll in one hand; dressed in a brand new red and black dress. His other hand held the book you wanted him to read to you. He slotted himself back in yet again as you smiled around Rhaenyra’s breast.

Daemon read through passages like melted butter to the tongue, with every pause he pressed a kiss to you temple or caressed through Rhaenyra’s hair. Before Daemon flipped through the first chapter you had switched to the other breast as you suckled her dry. One thing was to be sure, it would be a while before her miles dried up for good. Not that she cared as she doted over the contentment that washed over your features

You felt content, warm and safe. You were bathed and clean, fed and sated as your were cuddled in between the two people you loved the most. You muña letting your hair as your kepa read you to sleep, the wars had ended, the blood shed seized and perhaps just for a moment. The Red Keep felt like home.

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lanaisdoe · 2 years

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I mean... They might fight like dragons at times, but after that, look: it is always THE TWO of them TOGETHER when it MATTERS:

So ...Daemyra family, cheer up? I mean. ^^ THIS doesn't look like Daemyra is dead, and THIS, basically the last shot we seethis season is THEM holding hands, so at least we can say that the beginning of S2 will definitely see them together and united bbs, okay? So ... there in fact are bits to hold onto in 1x10...

Hope you'll smile a bit. Cheer up, family. NO MATTER WHAT, Daemyra STILL IS.

Also, this damned 1x10 ep just reminded me of yet another song that fits them in 1x10 onwards.... NO MATTER WHAT by Papa Roach. This is the one i'm gonna make a daemyra vid to, most likely soon:

"I need you, right here By my side

You're everything I'm not, in my life We're indestructible, we are untouchable Nothing can take us down tonight

You are so beautiful It should be criminal, that you could be mine

And we will make it out alive I promise you this love will never die

No matter what I got your back I'll take a bullet for you if it comes to that

I swear to god That in the bitter end We're gonna be the last ones standing

We'll never fall We'll never fade I promise you forever And my soul today

And everybody said that we would never last,

And if they saw us now I bet they'd take it back

It doesn't matter what we do

or what we say

Cause nothing matters anyway!

No matter what Until the bitter end We're gonna be the last ones standing

#daemyra #DAEMYRA #daemyra 1x10 #daemon and rhaenyra #hotd spoilers #daemon x rhaenyra #rhaenyra and daemon #rhaenyra x daemon #daemyra love #daemyra bond #daemyra forever #daemyra NO MATTER WHAT #Daemyra family rejoice

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yzzart · 2 years

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hi love,

idk if ur taking requests (if ur not, pls ignore this then) but i absolutely love ur fics. could i maybe request more daemyra’s daughter and aemond, with overprotective daemon in the mix? nothing too specific, just daemon trying to keep his daughter away from her lovesick uncle, because he knows firsthand how that is.

im sorry for the delay, my love! school and work are killing me :((

— Father's Instinct

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: Daemon just wanted his eldest daughter to stay away from a certain dragon but he was once that certain dragon with your mother.

warnings: incest, explicit language, explicit words, mention of violence but no deaths or injuries, and references to Daemon and Rhaenyra.

word count: 2.224!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

If Daemon had the right opportunity, he'd gouge out his nephew's only good eye right then and there.

It didn't matter if the sun was shining, with the birds singing, a prime and sacred time for some families. — By the scene he was watching carefully, Daemon would start to hate that whole morning.

He wouldn't be ashamed or trying to redeem himself for having a desire as bloody and deadly as that. — The last thing Daemon was going to do with his last breath was apologize for wanting to commit that act. — But he had a serious reason for it.

And it wasn't for any reason.

Daemon's lovable nephew, who was on the other side of the table, didn't hide his eyes on his daughter. — His first child. — The one-eyed prince's only good purple eye was gazing at the young Targaryen woman in the rebel prince's presence.

It wasn't difficult to identify that Aemond and you were exchanging looks, it looked like the two of you were playing with each other. — A simple little game that you unabashedly loved and was more exciting in the presence of everyone at the table.

It looked like the gods were playing with Daemon, a prank of sorts that was being frowned upon by the prince. — He knew he couldn't anger the gods but at that moment no one could quench a dragon's fury.

It was so ironic to see an uncle openly flirting with his niece without fear of her father's reaction or scolding, and years ago Daemon was in the same situation but being the uncle.

It was intriguing and interesting the fact that Aemond was focusing only on you at that well-manicured wooden table, as if there were only you at that moment. — But in the mind of the one-eyed that, in fact, was true.

The king's brother despised his nephew's action. Daemon didn't even know what feeling was taking over his body at the sight of his daughter being devoured by the one-eyed young man's only existing eye; it could be anger, hate, contempt or all at once. — The father's instinct screamed, mentally to Daemon.

Now Daemon knew, exactly, how Viserys felt.

You knew how risky it was to maintain eye contact with Aemond but it was impossible to stop your eyes from gazing at the prince. It felt like you were hypnotized by it, a kind of witchcraft but deep down you knew it wasn't. — You were in love with your uncle, just like your mother at your age was in love with hers; your father.

Even after your departure, you kept your feelings for Aemond. In your pure and naive age, you didn't believe that those feelings would expand and strengthen in a way that you couldn't believe but the good gods deceived your thoughts. All your passion and admiration for Aemond was as strong and steady as a dragon. — A dragon can recognize and strengthen its feelings.

From Aemond's perspective, every day and night since his departure for Dragonstone, he has thought of you. There was nothing that could take you out of the thoughts of the king's youngest son, absolutely nothing. — Of course, his mother noticed the sad features, both because of what happened with his eye and for the possible reason for his absence in the castle and in the little boy's life, at that time.

But that naive boy, unable to hold a wooden sword, had grown along with his love for you, and with the countless prayers to the gods asking you to return soon to his arms. — Aemond can't remember how many times his feet carried him to your old quarters.

"I hope you're off duty during this majestic morning, niece." — The admirable voice, loud enough for you to hear, was exclaimed directly into your ears. At no time did your eyes meet during the older man's speech, the two of you were trapped in each other's love and didn't want to miss any feature marks.

Aemond's greatest desire at that moment was to spend a moment with you, it would be pure greed if the gods said that the prince didn't just want to spend a moment with you, but the entire day. — And he waited for his plans with you to work out, the way he had planned.

Your father's jaw, after hearing the voice of the cursed one-eyed man, immediately locked itself. He recognized the way Aemond had said those words to you, he had interest and satisfaction. — Daemon could clearly state that his nephew was eagerly awaiting your answer.

It was pathetic how Daemon had looked like Viserys years ago.

"I predict that i will have the morning without appointments today, my uncle." — Your answer came softly from your lips. The way those words left your sweet, delicate lips caught Aemond's attention, he wanted so much to taste the glorious taste of your mouth. — "Would i be being impolite to ask the reason for the question?"

"It would be impolite if you did not accept my invitation to take a walk through the region, with our dragons, if you prefer." — Aemond brought the goblet, which held his favorite warm wine, to his lips and in no time did he dare take his eye away from you.

Daemon couldn't believe that damned one-eyed man, by the curse the good gods had sent the rebel prince deciding that young Targaryen would be his nephew, was trying to malign his dear daughter. — He knew very well how to recognize a tone of audacity and daring coming from another man.

You were Daemon's first child, the first of your name. The daughter he never thought in his life that he would adore, love and protect from anything that could hurt or threaten you. — As a great dragon would do with its helpless eggs.

Daemon could admit to the good gods that he never thought he would see himself as a good father, a father figure. He didn't believe that a child could make him happy or satisfied with the life he'd been given but from the looks of it, his lonely, pitiful thought was burned with his own dragon flames.

As his father's duty, Daemon would protect you from all the claws and teeth of all the men who tried to capture your naivety. — Including your uncle.

With a knife and fork in his hands, your father pounced on the rich deer meat, which had been forgotten for a little while, that was on his plate. The silverware hit the bottom of the plate with Daemon's brutality, making an unbearable sound. — Startled, you end up ending the exchange of looks between you and Aemond to focus on where the hellish noise had come from.

Your eyes landed on the image of your father, literally attacking the red flesh and making countless ear-splitting sounds. It didn't look like he just wanted to cut the meat, in fact it looked like he was imagining a person in the various cuts in the meat.

You couldn't say that scene scared you but it left you only surprised, the reason for that act was already very clear in your mind. — Even so, you didn't dare or feel like questioning your father's action. — The only thing you, mentally, begged him to use was that silverware on someone specific at that table.

Rhaenyra directed a hand on Daemon's arm, trying to calm him down and end that little aggressive act against the poor roasted, dead deer part. — Taking a deep breath, your father dropped the silverware on top of the plate and put his hand under his forehead.

Your eyes continued to stare at your father, without him noticing, hoping that there would be no more acts like that or even worse and soon, you chose to close the looks and remembered the lack of response to your uncle's suggestion. — Your beloved uncle.

"It would indeed be pleasant, uncle." — Your eyes returned to the feared and charming prince, who kept a thin smile and a mischievous tone on his lips. — "I just hope you're not out of shape for a nice dragon race." — Several low laughs echo around the table and you can identify which ones they belong to. — In addition to your brothers, Aegon participates in the group of laughter. — An amused and a little shy smile appeared on your sweet red lips.

Dragons couldn't die with fire, so they chose to play with it. It was such a determined and challenging thing to see. — And you loved doing it.

Across the damned seven realms, your teasing Aemond was an intriguing demonstration of how to play with fire and still right in front of everyone, including your father.

It would be risky to respond in kind, equally and return the provocative answer, but it was not exciting and fun without risks for the one-eyed prince, the rider of the largest dragon in the world. — Aemond was audacious. It can be said that his name can have many meanings and definitions, and the word audacity was included.

"Well, you need to see it and witness it to draw your conclusions, my niece." — He stated sharply and defiantly, those words were so penetrating and exciting at the same time. The expression of satisfaction and pure desire to know what that answer could have caused you was visible to all who decided to observe the prince's features.

From what it seemed, the simple game of looks had become a real game of temptation and fascination. — Your cheeks replaced your normal skin tone with a reddish tinge along with a slightly warm temperature. — Years and years may pass but Aemond would always have a power over you.

"By the seven hells." — Daemon grunted angrily, wanting to put the fork, left by his fingers and forgotten, into the single eye of that young Targaryen. In fact, he would have done so a long time ago, from his first mortal thought that morning, if it hadn't been for Viserys' presence.

Despite this, one side, known only to Daemon, recognized the nephew's actions, it seemed that he was seeing himself there and you resembled, perfectly, your mother and even in the bold and brave way of speaking. — The gods were indeed playing with Daemon.

"Our children have grown up, my brother." — Viserys's weak and almost weakened voice was heard and echoed for the first time at the table, during that heavy morning. The king, even in such a delicate situation, had watched your conversation along with his youngest son and of course, he compared you two to his eldest daughter and his brother.

Viserys was the first to notice how similar you and Aemond were to young Rhaenyra and Daemon. — His fragile, delicate heart warmed a little, more than usual, when he finally realized and admitted his thought.

In response, the king's brother just rolled his eyes not satisfied with the elder's words. He wouldn't dare to answer his brother in such a derogatory way and even more so in front of you. — So what was left was just the action with the eyes and a long sigh, wanting to get away from that table.

"i kostagon daor umbagon, ñuha jorrāelagon." (I can't wait, my dear.) — A startling whisper of the valerian language passed through your ears in a sweet, thoughtful way. Your attention returned to your lover, who had moved a little closer to your chair just to send the appreciative words, which aroused an excited feeling in you.

Your eyes, not as naive as his father might think but could be considered angelic, observed the prince's image once more. — Aemond wasn't just watching you but admiring. He didn't want to show how eager and, a little nervous, he was to have time with you after so many years.

He could define all those years as the very hell he managed to witness.

You remained silent but not for lack of words or embarrassment, you just didn't need to say anything, no words. Your look at Aemond said absolutely everything. It was all the young Targaryen needed.

Promptly, Daemon watched you two. — By your pleas, he couldn't hear Aemond's last words, it was risky and kind of indiscreet but he didn't listen. — And to his damned misfortune, Daemon ended up agreeing to the thought he so despised and tried to ignore all morning, from the moment Aemond laid eyes on you.

He knew that at some point the overprotective side of him towards the man you would choose to marry would kick in but it came so quickly for him. Daemon wouldn't take it easy and understanding but he knows that's a part of a father's life. — But the story of his life together with his lovely wife was repeating itself with his daughter and nephew.

He would be a little offending himself by remembering his own nephew, whom he detests, but is glad that you look identically to your mother.

You and Aemond were a glimpse of Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen.

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x y/n #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #daemon targaryen #daemon #targaryen reader #targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #game of thrones

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miss-dollette · 4 months

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Wake up call for ballistic Team Black and Rhaenyra Stan’s.

TW: Opinions and bad language.

Rhaenyra “rules for thee, none for me” Targaryen. Rhaenyra “Aegon wants to usurp my throne” but when it comes to my obvious bastard sons… nah, they’ll get this land and titles because they’re trueee Valeryeon’s (meanwhile, there’s actual Valeryeon’s who’d step up to the mantle but can’t ’cause Rhaenyra’s daddy is a fucking moron who doomed his family).

Whether Rhaenyra Stan’s want to admit it or not, Rhaenyra is a hypocrite and makes some of the most dumbest mistakes because of how spoiled and shortsighted she is. She doesn’t seem to care about consequences and constantly reaps what she sows.

She had a choice in marriage to any lord in the kingdom, which would have been a massive political advantage, but she blew it and had to marry a guy who wasn’t even straight. Not only that, she had a choice in having three bastard kids. Westeros literally has forms of birth control that she could’ve had at any moment. But noooo. Rhaenyra didn’t think ”hmm having kids with someone I’m not married to will have massive consequences and would essentially arm my enemies with more ammo on why I shouldn’t have the throne. I live in a culture that’s horribly misogynistic and everyone already doubts me because I was born with a vagina. But I’ll have two more kids even though they’ll be targeted the rest of their lives.”

What a top mind you have, Rhaenyra!

Ooooh, and i hate when she was like “now they see as you are”, bitch, what? “Now they see you as you are” - you mean a woman trying to get justice for her bullied child, who was now maimed by one of his bullies? Omg, can you imagine what Rhaenyra would have done if Jace had been the one to have his eye removed? And Viserys would have 100% let her. Matter of fact, he would have encouraged it.

I think at that moment, Alicent knew her children’s lives were in danger. Even if she hadn’t done anything at that point, besides essentially being the perfect queen and somewhat bad mother (who’s a perfect mom when you’re forced to marry and have kids before you’re even 18), her rightfully royal children were in sooo much danger, and it was proven at that moment.

And Daemyra is so god damn mf stupid. Daemon. Is. Loyal. To. Himself. And. Ceraxes. Rhaenyra is essentially a tool to put his blood (and himself) on the throne, and that’s pretty much it. He’s a complete psychopath, pedophile, and power hungry. Just because he treats her well sometimes, doesn’t mean he’s not the same Daemon who killed his last wife.

Every Rhaenyra Stan is like “Rhaenyra would never let anything happen to Alicent and her kids :)” but let’s be so fucking fr right now - Daemon would definitely kill them. Why the fuck would he ever let Otto Hightower’s kid, grandkids and great grandkids live, and even have the slightest chance against him? And Rhaenyra would let him. He literally choked her, and she’s the heir to the throne and he faced ZERO real consequences for that.

Okay, so hypothetically, let’s say Rhaenyra wins the throne, and all the Greens are dead. No one is that much of a threat to Targaryen rule, and Rhaenyra is to become queen officially. Daemon is king. Daemon. Is. King. And they still live in Misogynistic ass Westeros, and Rhaenyra is still a woman. You know how easily Daemon could just pull a “Give me that crown, everyone wants a king anyway and they’ll obey me ‘cause I’ll fucking kill them with my giant ballistic Lizard like I’ve always done, but now I have a massive military who is also fucking misogynistic. You’ll have my heirs and that’s it. Thanks Rhaenyra!”?

Rhaenyra would never let Daemon go. She needs him. Even she said it. So what would she do if he wanted the throne? Nothing. He’d kill her if she fought against him. Mr. Daemon “I murdered my first wife to get what I want” Targaryen.

And before anyone calls me a misogynistic team green or whatever, no I’m not Team Green, I’m just tired of how Rhaenyra Stan’s pretend she’s some sort of saint and the perfect character. If this doesn’t apply to you, don’t bother with lecturing me.

Rhaenyra is not Daenerys, and never will be. Just because they’re both girls and aspire for the throne, doesn’t make it a #girlboss moment. Rhaenyra wants to continue Targaryen supremacy and rule over the small folk just like her ancestors before her. She’s a super spoiled brat who doesn’t care about anyone’s pain, and wants to use everyone else as her pawns. So, more like Cersei than Daeny.

Is Rhaenyra someone completely evil? No, but she’s a huge idiot.

Also, I do sympathize for both sides, but Rhaenyra and her fans just make me want to rip my hair off.

I wrote this in 20 fucking minutes so pls don’t get on my ass about spelling errors. Bye.

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wulfhalls · 3 months

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"The dragon going into Harrenhal is like a man coming out of a fight with his wife, and he's drinking and he's reckless. He could kill himself, he could jump off a bridge, or he could kill somebody. We don't know" they really said man AND dragon are suicidal abt one (1) fight with their wives (assuming syrax is mad by proxy bc it is funny To Me) and I for one am here for it. cannot believe we went from 'he gr00med her' to 'he will literally kill himself bc she's mad' #malewife REAL

oh my god daemon heard rhaenyra's voice calling him when he is walking around harrenhal before speak with simon strong!!!

So when Daemon thought he lost his brother for good he fought a war for the Stepstones. Now when Daemon thinks he’s lost Rhaenyra for good he’s loosing his mind and fighting a war for HER throne to get her back. The way this man goes to such extremes and is so desperate to prove to those few he ever cares about his loyalty and how truly deeply he loves them. Over and over again 💔💔💔

After watching it back, only the Daemyra parts actually but… what makes me sad is.. when she tells Daemon he’s gonna die, he doesn’t seem to care. Like he even seems to know and accept her words. Like he knew before he came… and it makes me think. Does he think it would matter? The last thing the only LOHL said to him was you’re pathetic. I wonder if he doesn’t think anyone would care if he died, if it’s better if he’s gone. I wonder if we will watch him finding a reason to fight his own demise. And I doubt any of us will be surprised what his reason for living is. But it’s still sad.

my girl mad at me I hope I die era daemon is everything to me. he's like FINE rhaenyra I'm leaving its what a do BEST to die in the WAR I'm fighting for u BTW. but whatever I don't even CARE *cares so much he's about to die from it fr*

#asks #hotd #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #house of the dragon

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luthien-under-bough · 4 months

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i think people forget that it's normal, actually, for there to be conflicts and disagreements in intimate relationships. agreeing with each other all the time and having perfectly smooth sailing is, uh... kinda boring.

we don't yet know the full context of the scene between rhaenyra and daemon where she is questioning if he accepts her as his queen and ruler. but given everything rhaenyra had dealt with her entire life, and the fact that she was just usurped, just lost a daughter and a son, it is not difficult to imagine that she may have moments of weakness and self-doubt. i am not worried about daemon's answer to that question - i think the brief scene we saw speaks more to rhaenyra's insecurities than daemon's support of her.

but we shall see! and no matter what happens in s2 this will remain a daemyra stan account because canon does not impact my enjoyment of a ship. what is fanfic for if not rejecting canon when you don't like it?! everyone take a breath and chill 🙏

#daemyra #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd s2 trailer #ramblings

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asoiafsworld · 2 years

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HEADCANON; BEING PREGNANT WITH RHAENYRA AND DAEMON'S CHILD

pairings; rhaenyra targaryen x fem!reader x daemon targaryen

warnings; pregnancy, nsfw (18+), oral sex (f and m receiving), degradation, breeding, slapping (on breasts), hair pulling, throat fucking, cum play, snowballing, marking?? daemon's cum is being rubbed on your neck, reader is called puppy by daemyra, reader calls rhaenyra queen in a sexual context, at one point rhaenyra thinks about having a cock

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➼ it was still overwhelming for you to be married to two people who showed nothing but affection and love towards you but you accepted it and basked in their love

➼ life on dragonstone was relatively quiet since it was on an island relatively difficult to reach with constant storms surrounding the area so the only time you really knew about anything that went on in the outside world was letters arriving by raven

➼ this also helped you get used in your unique marriage since you wouldn't have people chattering everywhere about what a freak you were and how unholy it was

➼ it still rocked you a little to get your father's letter and to learn that he knew about it and you wondered who else knew and if you really were such a laughing stock

➼ you had put the letter away, uncaring for where you put it since you were still quite shaken

➼ which was a mistake because daemon found it... and he raised hell

➼ "he calls you a whore in this! i will not have this, no one will call you such insults as long as i breathe and live, he will learn not to say this again. calling my wife a whore, he's a whore for all i know!"

➼ you could only sigh and try to calm him down

➼ you thought that rhaenyra would be on your side in this and try to make him see reason but she was just as furious

➼ "if he was not your father then we would not be standing here anymore. i would have burned him alive the moment i read this letter."

➼ she looked so calm as she said this but you knew she was boiling inside, ready to strangle and burn him for his words

➼ "it doesn't matter, really, i do not care for his words. please, forget about it and if you want to do what's best for me then leave it be. i don't want to think of this anymore."

➼ after another hour of arguing and pleading, they both gave in and let it be

➼ however only on the condition to take you apart right then and there, wanting to show you that you were theirs and belonged with them

➼ you burned the letter for good measure before they both dragged you towards the bed, their eyes clearly desiring you

➼ rhaenyra threw you on the bed and climbed over you, pressing her hot mouth on yours and kissed you at an agonizingly slow pace that you whined just after a few minutes of her tongue exploring your mouth

➼ but your wife only chuckled menacingly and thrust her knee between your legs, your cunt already wet and throbbing from her kisses

➼ daemon watched you both and had a hand on the top of rhaenyra's head and one on your cheek, clearly loving the way she dominated you

➼ "my pretty girls... you're a good puppy for your queen."

➼ she continued to only kiss you and do nothing else, occasionally jerking her knee up to feel your cunt get wetter by the minute

➼ after more torturous minutes, you had enough and let off of her mouth and your whines and whimpers were audible in the room

➼ "please, i'm so wet, do something."

➼ your wife did not like that at all and grabbed your face with one hand, forcing you to look at her

➼ "you stupid little puppy... you think you can command me? you will stay patient and i will give you pleasure when i want you to feel it."

➼ your words only made you try to press your thighs together since it was so arousing but you saw the anger flare in rhaenyra's eyes at your actions

➼ she let out a growl that made her sound like a dragon and she let go of your face, her hands now gripping the fabrics on your breast and just ripping it open

➼ you let out a startled sound at the display of her strength and felt embarrassed at your breasts spilling out of the now ripped dress

➼ she looked so menacing and intimidating like this and you shouldn't have been suprised at the slaps your breasts recieved right where your nipples were

➼ you only let out little yelps as you felt your skin burn on the places she had slapped you on and felt your whole body shake as she bent down and started to lick on your breasts almost violently

➼ she was sucking on your nipples harshly and bit on them too and all over your breasts, plenty of red marks forming all over them

➼ you saw that daemon had undressed himself next to you and was stroking his cock and you pouted at far away it was from your face

➼ daemon came closer, standing in front of the edge of the bed where your face was

➼ you pushed your tongue out and felt him place his tip there and it only made you moan louder

➼ he reached behind your head and pulled your hair so that your head was sideways and plunged his cock all the way down your mouth and throat

➼ you choked on it in suprise but he didn't care for wether you were ready or nit, he simply held your head by your hair and began thrusting into your mouth as if it was your cunt

➼ and you fucking loved it

➼ meanwhile rhaenyra had stopped mutilating your breasts and watched as daemon got faster and harsher in his thrusts, his grunts and closed eyes clearly telling of how much he enjoyed fucking your mouth like this

➼ rhaenyra watched the two of you with hunger and wondered how it would feel to have a cock and fuck you like daemon did... but she knew that you would not be leaving your bed chamber in that case because she would be drilling her cock inside you every hour and every minute of the day

➼ the sounds you were making made her own cunt wet, the way you choked on daemon's thick cock sounded so heavenly and you looked like a mess for them, your dress halfway ripped and your breasts heavily bruised and marked red, your hair sticking to your forehead and your cheeks wet with tears from from the pleasure and pain you were recieving

➼ daemon didn't need long with the way your mouth enveloped him to feel close to the edge but right before he came, he pulled himself out of your mouth and came all over your face just like the way he loved it

➼ you let out a shocked yelp at his cock suddenly leaving your mouth but held out your tongue out to at least catch some of his cum to swallow

➼ he groaned at how beautiful you looked. your face painted with white streaks and your tongue going back in your mouth to taste his cum

➼ before you could swallow it, you felt rhaenyra crash her mouth against yours again and she was hungrily pushing both of your husband's cum between your mouths and it made you whine into the kiss. you heard daemon grunt next to you and felt his hand softly on the top of your head, caressing your hair

➼ "you look so, so gorgeous my love. like a beautiful art work just for us... my beautiful puppy."

➼ his words made you whine and you felt rhaenyra part from your lips, a string of cum mixed with saliva between your lips

➼ rhaenyra proceeded to take some of the cum on your cheek with her hand rubbed it on your neck, her gaze almost feral as she watched you whimper at her actions

➼ she knew how much you loved it when they marked you like this, feeling like you truly belonged with them and were theirs

➼ there's many things that you learned to like with them that you had thought perverted before but being married to two people at once was perverted to many people as well so

➼ rhaenyra then grabbed you by your throat and had her menacing grin on her face again and you knew that it would only mean trouble

➼ "now be a good puppy and eat out your queen's cunt. maybe you'll satisfy me enough to mark you with my cum too."

➼ the rest of the night consisted of rhaenyra sitting on your face and making her cum three times with your tongue and fingers

➼ and she indeed rubbed a good amount of her juices on the same spot that she had rubbed your husbands' cum on

➼ meanwhile daemon came two more times in your cunt, talking about stuffing you full and getting you pregnant and wanting to breed you when you would be round with his children

➼ and sure enough, you found out you were with child just a few weeks later

➼ you had been feeling rather tired and ill and rhaenyra brought you to the maestar at your state

➼ she had found out just two months earlier that she was pregnant again so when the maester looked at both of you with a smile and told you the good news, your proceeded to cry in your wife's arms

➼ daemon couldn't believe his ears when both of you told him and his smile was so bright

➼ it was the first time you witnessed him crying, he was so endlessly happy for you to not just be pregnant but at the same time with rhaenyra, it was truly something special

➼ the kids were happy as well, hugging and congratulating you, they truly couldn't wait to see what it would be like to have a mini you running around the place

➼ daemon was already on protective dad mode before due to rhaenyra's pregnancy news but that only doubled when he learned that both his wives were pregnant

➼ he would not leave your side at all, always making sure you were somewhere nearby

➼ he would ask you how you were feeling and if you needed anything at all, he was just so sweet to you

➼ rhaenyra however was even worse

➼ since her hormons were acting up as well she got almost angry whenever you were spending your time with someone else

➼ she wanted you around her at all times, constantly asking for you and making sure you were okay even though you were only early on in your pregnancy

➼ you fussed over her in the same way and then it ended up in both of you being a soft mess and cuddling on the bed, her hand on your stomach and yours on hers

➼ "do you think you will have another boy? gods, six sons is quite a lot."

➼ rhaenyra giggles at your words and softly cards her hands through your hair, pressing soft kisses on your forehead and smiling at the thought of you with a round belly waddling your way through the castle halls and looking so beautiful in pregnancy

➼ "i do want a girl but i do not think it likely after so many boys. but if you had a girl.. that would be pleasing to me. a sweet, adorable little girl from my own adorable girl. i would like that very much."

➼ you only blush at her compliment but secretly hope for a girl too, simply to make it more balanced between all your children

➼ after a few months, you are indeed waddling about with a very pregnanz and very round belly

➼ when the maester did his most recent examination to make sure the child was okay, he remarked that your belly was unusally large, just as large as rhaenyra's had been at her last pregnancy

➼ it was not a sure thing but he suspected that you were pregnant with twins and smiled at that in joy

➼ you had never expected to have more than one or two children when you would inevitably marry and you already had seven now

➼ so if you indeed were pregnant with twins and along with rhaenyra's child... it would make you a mother of ten

➼ you wondered how you had gotten to a point like that in your life but didn't complain about it, instead you were happy to have such a big and happy family

➼ daemon and rhaenyra were of course thrilled at these news, so happy to soon be welcoming three children into your life

➼ it's safe to say that you and rhaenyra are absoluetly adorable during your pregnancy together

➼ you constantly have your hand or your ear on each other's stomach, always giggling with excitement when you felt the babes kick

➼ daemon has a very hard time not bursting out in tears when he comes to your chambers in the evening and sees both his wives look so happy and content, each of you softly caressimg the other's round stomach and giggling and whispering about how the children would be and how happy you were

➼ and daemon also did good on his promise

➼ he fucked you like his life depended on it when you had developed even the smallest baby bump

➼ what can i say he's a weak man with a strong pregnancy kink

#house of the dragon #rhaenyra x reader x daemon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen smut #daemon targaryen smut #rhaenyra targaryen x reader

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