#do you think the greens resent her love of rhaenyra?

[rosalinesurvived]

Do you‐uhh.

Do you ever think that the Green kids resent Alicent for being on Rhaenyra's side?

Because um. Obviously watching their gaslit, grief-stricken mother charging and making the Princess bleed for Aemond loosing an eye with no justice is harrowing and incredible and terrifying. (Our mother loves us! She's begging for our Father to care! She slashed the Princess! She does love us!) And then years later Alicent is telling Aegon to spare Rhaenyra, holding Rhaenyra's arm infront of them at supper.

Did they ever feel as if they were the late ones? The invaders? Do you think they felt as if it was a constant fight for their Mother's affections? Can you imagine the reproach they mustve felt, knowing that they were unwanted (What have I done but what was expected of me?) watching their mother raise hell for them, then always looking around for one of the objects of their agony?

[starogeorgina]

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen × Targaryen OC

Warnings: Swearing, character death

1.02

You struggle to breathe normally from crying so much, so you clasp your hand over your mouth to try and help regain control. All the repressed emotions that had been building for years came bubbling out when you and your father got into a heated argument. He was upset that Rhaenyra had suddenly fled to Dragonstone and blamed it on you for giving your older sister the silent treatment, insisting you go fly to her immediately and apologize.

It caused deep pain in your chest, knowing he didn’t care about your side of things. He didn’t even care to ask.

“The decision has been made; you will go to Dragonstone and apologize,” your father says, waving you off dismissively before returning his attention to his sculpture of Old Valyria. “I think it might be good for you to go and stay on Dragonstone for some time.”

“Why? As a punishment?”

“No, my child, it’s so you and Rhaenyra can be there for each other.”

“I don’t want to leave the house; it’s my home.”

“It wouldn’t be forever.”

Red blotches appear across your neck and chest as your body shakes with rage. It felt as if you were being banished for a crime you didn’t commit, and something inside you snapped. “It’s not my fault; none of it is. Not Rhaenyra was leaving, and neither was my mother or brother dying.”

“What?” Your father still makes his movements but keeps his back to you. “Ivory, what did you just say?”

“You were so obsessed with having a son that you forced my mother to get pregnant again and again until she finally died giving birth, and you have spent every day since resenting me for it.”

“That’s simply not true.”

Your eyes gloss over. “You wanted a son, and Baelon died. Leaving you with me.”

“I suggest you go to your chambers and rest before you leave.”

“I’m not going to Dragonstone!” Your father finally turns back around to face you, and the expression on his face is one of disinterest, which angers you further. You had spent years craving his and Rhaenyra’s approval, and now you felt nothing but a fool, a silly girl who thought she needed to remain quiet to keep everyone else happy, but in the heat of the moment, you no longer felt that way. “You remarried Alicent so you could have an heir, and she’s given you three sons and a daughter. Another four children that you don’t even acknowledge!”

Your father shoots you a glare; it was obvious you had struck a nerve. “Ivory, hold your tongue! Remember, I am not only your father; I am also your king.”

“The only child you love is Rhaenyra, and we all know it.”

Before he can say anything else, you turn to leave his bedchamber and come face-to-face with Alicent, who looked speechless. You closed your eyes and waited for her to scold you, but she never does; instead, she holds your hand.

Seeing the worried look on his wife’s face, your father stands. “Alicent, what is wrong?”

“I’m afraid I have some dreadful news for your grace,” she says. “It’s regarding Ser Lyonel and Ser Harwin Strong.”

—

You twiddle with the green and gold ribbons that go down the center of your pale gold dress. It was a beautiful gift from your stepmother, but you couldn’t wear it yet. You focus on the design of the fabric and how it reminds you of dragon scales; it was a good distraction from the last memory you have of your late husband plaguing your mind.

Smiling, you pull your riding gloves off with your teeth as you make your way out of the dragon pit, listening intently as Aegon talked about his lessons in sword fighting. Your conversation comes to an abrupt halt when Ser Harwin appears at the doorway.

He bows his head, but before he has a chance to say anything, Aegon sharply asks, “What do you want?”

“I simply wish to speak to my wife, my prince.”

Aegon turns to you to gauge what your intentions are. Once you nod your head, silently telling him it was okay, he looks between you and Harwin, shooting a death stare at the knight. He says, “Fine, but she can’t stay long. We are expected to have tea with my mother, the queen, shortly.”

Harwin nods his head. “Of course, my prince, I won’t take much of the princess' time.”

When Aegon is out of earshot, Harwin faces you, and the amusement on his face is clear. “I’m glad that your brother is so protective of you.”

“What do you wish to speak to me about?”

He straightens his posture and says, “I am leaving tonight with my father to return to Harrenhal, and I just wanted to say goodbye as it may be some time before I return.”

Feeling your eyes become glossy, you stare at the ground and ask, “Have you said goodbye to Rhaenyra?”

“No, I didn’t think that would be appropriate.”

Heaviness weighs down on your chest. You doubted he was being truthful; you fully expected him and Rhaenyra to say a tearful farewell, but your feelings of concern for the children were stronger than your anger towards them. You clear your throat. “I hope you speak to Jacaerys and Lucerys before you go; they deserve a proper goodbye.”

Harwin’s expression is hard to read as he leans forward, kisses your forehead, and whispers, “I truly am sorry.”

When you remain silent, Harwin bows his head slightly and goes to leave. A horrid feeling twists in your gut; you don’t quit explaining it, but you feel as if it’s a final goodbye. You step forward and ask, “When do you intend to return?”

He gives you a soft smile and says, “Whenever you ask me to, princess.”

You jump when approaching footsteps pull you from your thoughts. You spin around, hand clapped to your chest, the feeling of your heart beating fast pressing against your palm. “Ser Criston, I had no idea you were behind me.”

“Forgive me for startling you, princess,” the knight says. “The queen has asked that I accompany you to the docks.”

Knowing that it was time to leave, you reached for the shawl, lying across your bed, and draped it across your shoulders before leaving your chambers. Many a lord and lady offered you their condolences as you made your way outside as the news of Harwin and his father, the kings hand burning to death made its way around court. In the back of your mind, you wondered how Jace and Luke were coping. No matter how much you hated Rhaenyra for hurting you, you could never hate your nephews.

—

Noticing you rolling your eyes at his comments, Aegon scoffs, “I’m just saying, I hate the color black.”

Not only were you dressed appropriately to mourn Harwin, you were all wearing black as you made your way to Driftmark for the funeral of your uncle's late wife, Lady Laena Velaryon, who had died during childbirth.

“You hate most things.”

Aegon pouts, “I do not.”

You tap your finger along a thick rope that was attached to the side of the boat, trying to think of something smart to say back, but your mind draws blank. “What’s something you love, then?”

“I enjoy drinking and beautiful women.”

Smiling, you shake your head, turning to face the choppy waves. “You’re ridiculous.”

Aegon’s nose crinkles as irritation spreads across his features. He looks up at the sky, watching as your dragons fly side by side. “Sunfyre.”

You smile; the dragon keepers had already spoken about how strong the bond between Sunfyre and Aegon was, especially since the golden dragon never hatched in the crib and they had only bonded a few years prior. “There is no denying that, lēkia.”

You stand together in a comfortable silence, watching as the scenery around you changes, until your destination comes into view and your heart drops. The thought of seeing Rhaenyra again so soon after Harwin’s death made you feel sick.

Aegon stretches his arms out and yawns, but his attention changes to something behind you. He clears his throat and says, “Father.”

You turn to see your father standing on the other side of you with a smile on his face, which was surprising since this was the first time you had spoken following the argument in his bedchamber. “Have you thought anymore about what we discussed?”

Before you can answer, Ghost, the beautiful white dragon you're bonded with, swoops down low and lets out a loud screeching noise, startling everyone on the boat. “No, your grace, I haven’t.”

—

As the funeral ends and the wake for Lady Laena begins, Aegon rudely interrupts the conversation you’re having with the ladies from the house, Darklyn and Baratheon. He grabs you by the hand and pulls you behind him, further away from the crowd and behind some large rocks, so you're out of sight. “What are you doing?” You frown. “That was incredibly ill-mannered; the queen will be furious.”

“What does Father want you to think about?”

You toyed with loose threads on the sleeve of your dress; you felt too embarrassed to tell him the truth. “It doesn’t matter.”

Aegon scoffs, “Fine; perhaps I’ll go ask him myself.”

“Why does it matter?”

“Because you are obviously fucking upset!” Aegon stumbles backwards into one of the rocks. He had been drinking since you got off the boat; it was actually astonishing that he wasn’t sliding his words by now. “Why won’t you tell me?”

“It’s humiliating, that’s why.” A sinking realization hits you suddenly, and tears glisten in your eyes. “Father no longer wants me around; he wants to ship me off to Dragonstone.”

“I will speak to my mother tonight; you cannot go and live with her; to even suggest it is an insult,” he says, shaking his head. “The king is neither blind nor stupid; he’s in denial and would rather believe my mother is a fool over Rhaenyra being a whore.”

“Aegon!”

“What she is! She slept with your husband and had his bastard children.”

“I know.” The black thread you’ve been pulling on finally snaps. “But—”

You freeze when you hear a snapping sound behind you. Aegon stares at you with his mouth slightly agape. Someone just heard everything he said.

Brother - Lēkia

[mhsdatgo]

"The title of the book is The Princess and The Queen so the book is about Rhaenicent!!!!11!1!11!1!1!111!!1!"

Respectfully, no. The book being titled after the two women who wanted to be the most powerful ladies of Westeros does not take importance away from the civil war, fought between TARGARYENS, AT ALL.

Aegon II is important. He leads the faction of the Greens (ALONG with his mother and sister wife), he's the Targtower that gave the inbred self proclaimed gods a taste of their own medicine, ALL for the safety of his family. He stepped up when his mother impressed it on him that Helaena, who above all, was his younger sister, would've been sold off to the enemy or literally anyone else that could've locked her away, mistreated her, or used her to make babe after babe.

He literally grew up watching his mother get used and discarded like a whore by her father, y'all think he'd willingly cause Helaena the same pain? Not that it isn't bad or absolutely fucked up, but the only things that are 100% true about him being promiscuous are the times where he's said to grope every serving maid out of reach and two alleged, ALLEGED bastards with them, if you don't count Gaemon as his or the story Mushroom out of all people invented.

He resents his father every day more than the last one. He tries so hard not to be like him, he drowns himself in cups because he can't help but see that a part of that walking corpse is in him. Every time he looks in the mirror is a constant reminder that his very own existence was forced upon both him and his mother, every day he seeks the approval of the woman who was strong enough to put away her trauma, all for him. HER approval, not his father. It's HER he admires the most.

And that character is taken away and stepped on entirely. By making him rape a young maid. By making him say that he will never be enough for Alicent "OR VISERYS". As if Aegon would actually care. Trust me, I wish I could chop his cock off inch by inch like a cucumber, but he's way more than that.

He has his own family, and sure as hell Viserys isn't and will never be a part of it. He is an older brother, his mother's son, a husband, a father. It's THEM he protects. It's THEM he grows a backbone and walks up to the crown that will doom him for. Because somewhere, inside this mess of a man, lies unconditional love for the family he sometimes alienates himself for. Because he hopes, THEY hope, Alicent and Aegon, that one day, their blood will live on because of this near suicide.

But it doesn't. It all crumbles down on them, like sand on their hands on a windy day. They bury the very only reasons they started this whole coup for, the ones that were supposed to bury them. And that's their tragedy. There's no karma, no victory for anyone.

By the time he's finally killed Rhaenyra, he has nothing. He has lost his sons, his brothers, his wife, his realm, his dragon. He's a cripple hanging by a thread. He ignores the advice of killing Aegon the Younger like he did with his mother. He gives up on executing Baela. What did these kids do? What's their fault? Being his cousin and half-nephew? Being his enemies' children? He isn't going to make the nightmare that was life, someone else's. He's tired. He doesn't want anymore war.

THIS is Aegon II Targaryen, not the degenerate piece of shit the show tried shoving down our throats.

[asumofwords]

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Masterlist

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: I am home from the shit show that was my work meeting haha. Feels good to be back in my own bed, and I will hopefully be able to write more and post more often. I went back through all my planned chapters and holy shit I have a lot hahaha, might have to cut it down a bit oops. Thanks for all your love and support as always and thank you so much for all the beautiful birthday wishes!!!! <3 Enjoy

Chapter 69: Alone

You had stewed in your chambers, staring out the window at the water, willing the oceans swell to calm your rising waters, but it did nothing but let you sit in your bitter anger and resentment. Thinking of all the ways he had hurt you. Of all the ways he had wronged you. Of all the ways the Greens had taken everything from you. 

From your mother. 

From your brother. 

It spiralled out of control and you found the anger mount within you at a frightening pace. Your blood rushed in your ears as you stared into the fire, pacing in front of it. Thinking more and more of what they had done.

What they would do. 

What they could do. 

What you were forced to do. 

Forced to lay beneath a man you did not love. Forced to have his seed inside of you as he thrusted above, or below. Forced to kiss him back. Forced to smile at him, and dress prettily for him like a doll. 

You were voiceless. 

Powerless. 

Defenceless. 

You thought of how you had crawled on top of him and ridden him, seeking your own pleasure and basking in his. How you had moaned and whined, uttering his name to the Gods as you peaked. How you had let him touch you, hold you, whisper praise to you. 

The doors to the chambers had opened, and Aemond entered quietly, whispering your name as you stilled. Without turning to face him, you kept your eyes on the flames, watching them devour a log inside. Wishing the flames were devouring the Keep. Devouring the King. 

Devouring him. 

Aemond came to stand beside you, and you saw in your periphery that he placed your book down on the coffee table beside you. He uttered your name again, but you refused to meet his gaze. Refused to meet his eye knowing that you would lash out at him. 

Strike him. 

Curse at him. 

You wanted to hurt him.

You wanted to so badly that your fingers twitched at your side, forcing you to bite the inside of your cheek, tasting the bitter copper of your blood flood over your tongue. Your hands shook in anger, bawled in tight fists as he continued to stand there. 

What did he want?

My blessing?

To fuck her?

To leave me with them?

Fuck you.

Aemond whispered your nickname, trying once more to gain your attention, standing still as he watched you, but all it did was make you bristle. 

“Dracarys.” Came the whisper of Lucerys.

You blinked, and let your eyes drift to the window away from the raging flamed. 

There, seated on the seat beneath, was a mop of brunette hair you wished to bury your face into. The boy you missed dearly. Someone you would do anything to have back, including giving up your own life for his. 

Lucerys sat, wet, watching you, stiff backed, but eyes dangerously angry. His hair stuck to his forehead, robes dripping below him creating a puddle on the chambers stone floors.

He reflected the anger within you.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to turn to look at Aemond. Instead, keeping your eyes on Lucerys who continued to whisper over, and over.

Dracarys. 

Dracarys. 

Dracarys.

You heard Aemond sigh beside you. His footsteps moving away from you, halting by the door. Pausing as though he wished to say more. As though he wished to do more. Thinking, waiting, wanting. 

The chambers doors opened and then closed. 

Lucerys leant back against the window, watching you as you watched him. He looked comfortable now that Aemond was gone, relaxed, at ease. Like all the anger had drained out of him with his uncle’s leave. 

His head tilted, dark curls flopping over his forehead. His robes had stop dripping, the sound of water ceasing in the room, only to be filled with the crackling wood.

You moved to step forward, to reach out, to touch him. 

Would you feel him as you felt Helaena?

The young boys lips split into a smile, teeth showing and cheeks rosy. And with a blink, he was gone. 

You exhaled the breath you didn’t know you were holding and looked at the empty space he was was in. The space looked cold, sparse.

Haunted. 

Why did he have to leave?

Why could he not stay?

The book on the coffee table caught your attention, and all the rage and anger came back.

Grasping the book, you hurled it across the room, pouring all your anger and resentment, fear and disgust, into the movement as you screamed. The book flew across the room and hit the wall beside the window where Lucerys had been. It fell to the floor with a heavy thud, cover half ripped off in the impact, and pages bent beneath its weight on the stone floors.

You stood, chest heaving as you stared at it without moving.

When the sun had sunk below the horizon, the maids came to your chambers bringing your supper, and only yours, placing it on the table. The smell filled the room and your stomach rumbled. Only then did you move away from the book, only then did you make your way to the table to eat alone.

One of the girls moved to pick the book up from its discarded spot on the floor, seeing how your eyes never left its sight.

“Leave it.” You all but barked as the girl neared it, hand outstretched to pick it up. 

The maid rescinded her hand beside her, uttering an apology and moved to leave the chambers with the other girl quietly. 

You ate alone, stewing your anger. Replaying the events that had led up to this very moment over and over in your head. Every single waking moment where Aemond had imposed himself onto you. Where he had come to haunt you. Where he had come to hurt you.

His visits to your chambers when Viserys was still King. 

The glass in your feet. 

His fingers in your core. 

His hand around your neck. 

Lucerys.

The fall.

The wedding. 

All of it. 

The longer you thought, the more resentful you became, drinking the entirety of the decanter of wine, not caring for the headache that would no doubt greet you when you rose in the morning.

The maids came later when you had finished to tidy the chambers and ready you for bed. 

They did not greet you, nor did they bid you a good night. The two girls seemed to have sensed your anger, and most likely had learnt that keeping their head down and staying silent was the best way to deal with a Targaryens fury. 

They would have learnt this the hard way from serving Aemond. 

When your hair had been brushed, and you were dressed for bed, you moved to lay in the sheets of the bed and stared at the ceiling thinking. Waiting. Turning possibilities over in your head. Thinking of the promises you made to your family, thinking of your duties to them. 

You fell asleep that evening, the flames within being doused with wildfire. 

And you let it consume you. 

When you woke the next morning, your head throbbed, but your thoughts were clear. The maids came, and you greeted them softly. If you were to do this right, you needed their sympathy, their loyalty, their love. You needed to be kind to them, not bark orders at them like your husband.

You ate alone, were dressed with their help, and once you were readied for the day, you stood and walked to the side of the room where the book had spent the night. 

You stood over the black leather cover, looking down at how it had half of its spine separated from the glue. It was broken. Ripped apart. Yet it was still the same. Still held the same words of ‘The Fourteen Flames’. Still held the tales of the Gods. It was still, despite its outer appearance, a holder of memories, truth, secrets. 

Crouching down, you picked the book up, careful to not rip the spine any further, feeling its weight in your hand. The pages were a little bent from where it had fallen atop itself. The crisp paper creased and marked.

The Septa would be enraged if she saw this.

With a gentle hand, you smoothed out the bends and looked at the pages. 

Still the same words, still the same tales, just marked.

Never to be unmarked again.

Scarred. 

You were the same.

Scarred. Bent. 

Broken. 

No.

Not broken. 

Different. 

Changed.

You took the book down to the Gardens by the water to read.

The sun peaked behind clouds, occasionally casting warmth upon you. The soft formations moved across the skies, growing heavier with each passing, and you wondered if it would rain. 

You hoped that it wouldn’t. 

You spent your first day alone, as you always did, seated where you and Helaena always had, looking out at the water and reading. And when the day had ended, and the evening had creeped in, you went back to your chambers and ate alone, as always, and went to bed alone, as you would with the absence of Aemond. 

You had passed Aegon in the halls on the way back to your chambers, skin prickling and anger simmering as he smiled at you and continued on walking with Otto and Jasper Wylde.

That smile followed you into your dreams.

When you woke the next morning, you followed the familiar routine, though not having seen Lucerys again, and sat yourself at the water with the torn book. You wondered if you could ask for some glue, or perhaps should take it to the Septa or Maester or maids, and have them fix it for you. 

“I thought I would find you here.” 

You lifted your head at the voice to see Aegon approaching you, smirk on his face and hands behind his back. Ser Cole stood behind him as he approached you, armour tight on his body and crisp, white cloak clasped to his pauldrons. Your eyes flitted between the knight and the false King.

Aegon’s green robes had a large, golden, three headed dragon on the front. 

You looked at your eldest uncle expectantly, waiting for him to continue speaking. 

He walked around the space, looking at the table and chairs, the bench, and the flowers surrounding you in false interest. When he got close to where you sat, you shut the book in your lap with a thud, finger in-between the pages to keep your place. 

Cole stayed where he was, at the entrance of the sitting space, hand on the pummel of his sword. 

“Thought I would give my niece some company, now that her husband has gone from Kings Landing again.” Aegon sat himself on the pillow that Helaena favoured, and you had to force yourself not to scream. 

“Aemond is performing his duties to the realm.” You replied, watching the man closely as a smirk wound its way on his face.

Aegon cocked his head as the smirk rose higher, “I wasn’t aware that his duty was between a woman’s legs.”

Cunt. 

You breathed deeply, pushing down the fire that burned you hotly. 

“The Prince assured me that his duties lay elsewhere,” Lie, “By your command.”

Aegon frowned at you in a mocking manner, a falsely sad smile as though he pitied you, or found you to be simple. 

“I am sure that he did. My brother has other interests in Harrenhal that I don’t require.”

Was Aemond lying?

Aegon smirked as he saw your composure falter. Standing, the King looked out at the water.

“Helaena loved this spot.” 

Your brows furrowed as you stared up at him. 

How did he know that?

“She spoke of you often.” He added, but his voice was quieter.

Softer. 

Nostalgic.

You watched as Aegon turned his head, his silver waves moving to look down at you. And for the first time, you saw some form of mourning for his sister-wife.

His eyes were soft, and if you weren’t mistaken, held sorrow. But as soon as you had witnessed the storm cloud pass over his eyes, it went, and instead, the King grinned slimily down at you before bidding you a good day. 

You watched in confusion as Aegon left you behind to sit with your thoughts.

Did he love her?

Did he regret what he did to her?

Was there a small piece of Aegon that mourned her death and descent to madness?

Did he mourn his son?

You shook the thought away.

No.

No one who loves someone would do what he did to her. 

You went to bed that evening with a crawling feeling of being watched. You had to remind yourself that Aemond was not there.

You were alone in your chambers. 

And you woke alone the next day too. 

The same routine, just as bland as the last. 

Wake. Eat. Dress. Walk to the gardens to read. 

Yet now there was a new part of your routine which set you on edge, something that you couldn’t seem to escape, like flies on a hot day, or the smell of soldiers after training. It came as a great annoyance, an irritant. Something that stirred fear and fury alike within.

Something that you couldn’t shake, no matter how hard you tried.

Someone.

Aegon. 

The King came to visit again that day, Ser Cole behind him as he came to observe the water with you for a moment, if only, just for a moment. 

He made a comment about the weather, which had earned him a look of confusion, which had then earnt you a laugh in return. Aegon asked if you were in want of anything in the Keep whilst Aemond was away, and you had answered, uncertainty in your tone, that there was nothing you were in need of. 

Aegon had left you to your reading, yet you found that you could not concentrate for the rest of the day. When you returned to your chambers that evening, you had a crawling sensation upon your skin and felt dread begin to settle in. 

Aegon’s sudden interest in you whilst Aemond was away was not a good sign. His sudden interest in your wellbeing, the weather and your peace was not a change in heart, nor was it a King doing his duties. 

It was a man who was plotting.

A man who was fertilising the seed that he had sown, checking if it was time to reap.

A man who clearly had interests in Aemond being away for long periods of time. 

The next morning you refused to go down to the Gardens, instead keeping to your chambers, having your meals brought to you by the maids. You told yourself you were not hiding, and that you were tired. That you wished to see if Aegon would notice your absence and storm the chambers. That you were testing him in the same way he was testing you.

You wrote a letter to your family, telling them that you would regrettably not be able to join them for Jacaerys and Baela’s union, and each stroke of the quill made your heart break. You had cried as you wrote the letter, and tears landed upon the ink, causing it to smudge the ink, and the parchment to dry funny. 

You promised that upon Aemond’s return, that you would find when was best for you both to visit them. Perhaps on Driftmark, instead of Dragonstone. You had told them about the beautiful flowers in the Garden, and even made reference to one of the songs the Septa had sung.

You described the purple flowers, and hoped that they would understand, and that should anyone from the Greens read the letter, they would suspect naught. They would simply read the letter and see a lonely girl, writing to her family about the days that drag on, and the nights that get cold.

That evening you could scarcely eat your meal as you mourned the union you would miss. A union in which you desperately wished to see. A union of love. A union of promise. A union of happiness and goodwill. 

Something you wished you had. 

You felt a calmness in knowing that Baela would not meet the same fate as you. For to wish your own sister that fate would be a cruel thing indeed. You knew that their marriage would last, and bring laughter and happiness for them both. And you knew that Jacaerys would be loved and would love fiercely in return.

When you finally retreated to bed that evening, letter drying of your tears upon the table, you found that you tossed and turned until the hour of the owl, and the sun began to rise. When at last you did fall to sleep, you were haunted by dreams of a woman with black hair and glowing green eyes.

When you rose the next morning, you decided to go for a walk around the Keep, opting to not return to the Gardens until later that day, when the sun had begun its descent in the sky, and Aegon would no doubt have lost his interest, if indeed he had any at all, and went back into his chambers to drink himself into a stupor. 

Your feet ached from how much you had walked, and your stomach growled in protest. You had not stopped to eat, aimlessly walking around the Keep, checking each room, each chamber, and each corridor for how many guards were stationed there. If there were any guards at all. You would turn corners quickly and pause, pressed against walls as if in thought, but waiting to see if any familiar face followed behind.

Watching you. 

You watched the people go about their day, noting their appearance, their colours, and any house sigils they have have adorned. You used the day well, finding that every single passage to the Dragon Pit was heavily guarded, and a small servant boy with bright blue eyes seemed to round the castles corners at break neck speed when you would hide amongst the shadows. 

A day of observing had helped in more ways than one.

One one hand, you were beginning to recognise members of the court, their houses, their spouses, and their duties in the Keep. You were learning the movements of guards and knights. And were not at all surprised about the small servant boy following you. You wondered if he was a spy for Larys, or for somebody else.

Perhaps Aemond?

But then on the other hand, your walking and observing, counting and hiding, gave you an opportunity to desperately avoid the company of the King.

The more you moved, the less likely he would find you, and the more you would learn. 

The birds chirped in the trees as they readied themselves for their sleep, and the waves below rolled softly up the cliffs. A calm spread through you as you looked out at the water, leaning over the edge of the wall. The sky was a soft pink, like dragonfruit flesh in the spring, or the peonies that sat at the bottom of the Gardens.

“I’d say that you have been avoiding me.”

He was like mould that you thought you could clean away. Hands scrubbing the dark spores until the surface was clean, and you would stand back in triumph and look at your success. A false sense of conquest. Only for it to return some days, months, or even years later, Aegon would come back to haunt you. 

You didn’t bother to turn to face him as he came beside you, the sound of Cole’s armour clinking behind you noisily. He could not sneak about the Keep even if he tried. He should put bells on instead to announce his arrival. Aegon leant against the ledge beside you, looking out at the water and the sunset. 

“Perhaps you should take it as a subtle hint.” You purred, hoping the tone would keep him at bay.

Aegon laughed in earnest, a guttural laugh that was not spiteful or mocking in its tone. It was a true laugh to your comment. 

You sighed.

“Does it anger you?” Aegon asked, curiosity laced in his voice. 

“What?”

“That I am King.”

Yes. 

Dracarys.

“I didn’t think you were that stupid.” You mused, keeping your eye on the water as a way to keep the rising anger locked down.

Fucking stupid cunt.

Aegon laughed again, leaning further forward on the edge as he looked over it and down to the cliffs and ocean below. Images of you pushing him over and watching him fall to his death flashed across your mind. 

It could be easy. 

A hard push would send him tumbling over and down on to the jagged rocks below. With any luck, he wouldn’t die straight away, and would spend his last living moments in agony upon the cliffs, body twisted and broken. 

But a quick death would be too merciful for him. As much as you wished to see his head dashed against the rocks, skull and blood around his head like a halo, you knew it would be too swift, too unjust, too painless.

“I’ve missed our little talks.”

“I wasn’t aware that we had them.” You quipped back, voice light.

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

“It was a lot easier than I thought it would be.”

Aegon waited for you to ask ‘what’ but you didn’t. You had no desire to play into his little games, and so silence spread between the both of you uncomfortably, and fell flat like a bad joke. Aegon huffed at your silence, before turning to look at you. You could see his face in your periphery as he observed you. 

“Mother had told me when we were young, that I was the challenge to Rhaenyra’s succession. I didn’t believe her at the time, but it is my birthright to be King.”

You finally turned your head to face Aegon, a triumphant smile on his lips as he saw that you had finally turned to look at you. 

“Viserys never named you his heir. Not once.” You looked him up and down, pausing at the crown atop his head, “Not once in his life, did he see potential in you. Not once, did he see you as being worthy. But he saw it in my mother.”

“And yet I sit on the Iron Throne.”

“A punishment from the Gods, I’m sure.”

Aegon smirked, hand coming touch you. You stiffened and grit your teeth as one hand came to touch the hair that had fallen over your shoulder. He held it in his fingers before gently pulling on it. 

You stared at him blankly, but within you were fuming. Screaming at him in your head. 

You are no King. You could never be worthy of being a King. You are nothing but scum.

A waste of space. A waste of flesh, and air.

A pile of dragon shit would have more right to the throne than you.

You are filth.

I cannot wait to see you burn.

I cannot wait to hear your scre-

“I have missed your fire, niece. It gets boring in the Keep with all these Lords.”

“I’m sure you can find the comfort of someone’s cunt to dive into.”

“Only yours.”

You sneered at Aegon and slapped his hand away from your hair. The sound of Ser Cole moving towards you came from the side. Aegon lifted a hand to halt the knight and quiet fell around you.

“Aemond should return soon. I am sure your mood shall improve once he has warmed your bed. After he has warmed Alys'.”

“And you will return to your empty bed.” 

“Did you bleed when he took your maidenhead?”

You blinked. 

You were so taken back by the comment that you could not even respond. 

Aegon smiled as he looked at you.

“Does he fuck you often? He is such a serious man, always brooding. I wonder if he takes it out on you.”

“Your repulsiveness never ceases to amaze me.” You snipped, turning your body to face him, hands pressed at your side to prevent you from hitting your uncle.

A lazy smile stretched up his face. 

“Does he make you scream on his cock? Does he kiss your cunny til you weep?”

You breathed a heavy breath out your nose.

It could be so easy.

You could simply grasp his shoulders and hurl him over the edge. If he grasped your robes and took you with him, you would not be upset. At least he would be dead and you would be free. 

Aegon’s hand came to touch your hair again and you had to force yourself to hold still, touching the strand as it fell down the front of your gown, but his hand did not stop there. It trailed a path down the strands and grazed itself over your breast. 

Bile rose in your throat as he openly touched you. A thick finger trailed over your nipple and you felt it stiffen beneath your robes. His hand finally fell back to his side, eye locked on your breast, clearly able to see the way your body had reacted. 

Shame and disgust curled around your gut and you fought to not gag. You thought of the night in the dungeons and swallowed thickly, rushing away from him without a word. You fled back to your chambers, heart racing and tears rising to your eyes.

You moved through the Keep so quickly, so angrily, so fearfully, that your breath was caught in your throat and your eyes stung with tears.

There was no escape from him.

There was no escape from this.

You wished to act now. To push forward and cast the first blow, but it was too early. It was too rushed. And you knew that you had to endure for this to work. For the pieces to fall into place. For the Gods to give you a sign.

And until then, you would wait, and endure, and suffer. 

You passed the knight at the door of your chambers, swinging the door open and all but racing into the chambers. The door shut quietly behind you.

Your eyes were blurred with tears as you made your way to the fire, staring at its flames, trying to steady your breath and fury. Trying to force the bile that sat in the back of your throat back down into your stomach. 

It was too much.

It was overwhelming.

It was-

“Y/n?”

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[atopvisenyashill]

Thoughts on the Alysanne is Maegor's daughter AU? I feel like it has some interesting potential, and it vastly recontextualizes different parts of Jaehaehae (I do not like him sjsjsjs) and Alysanne's relationship (such as Jaehaehae's treatment of their daughters) but I wanna hear what you think about it!

I’ve touched on this a bit before but since you actually want to hear my thoughts, allow me to present to you my Jaehaerys Is The Goddamn Worst, And Alysanne Annoys Me Too: An Essay lmao but my answer is basically “yeah all of what you just said.”

I think it makes Alysanne much more palatable (to me) as a character because as she stands, she just fixates on forcing her daughters through these fucked up marriages at too young an age bc it traumatized her to be married and pregnant at 15 too but she’d never admit that being a willing participant in her own kidnapping by her brother-husband was the single worst thing that ever happened to her, and because Alysanne doesn’t want to admit it (and Jaehaerys would never see it as wrong or a mistake) F&B really shies away from delving into the fact that Alysanne is as deranged of a mother as Cersei is. So as she stands, she’s very flat to me because she’s presented very flatly and inconsistently. She’s so in love with Jaehaerys, she’s maritally raped by Jaehaerys, she’s a loving and doting mother, she forces her daughters into marriages when they’re the same too young age she was, she accuses her teenage girls of being scheming whores then gets angry when her husband accuses their teenage girls of being scheming whores, and worst of all we are just told “Maegelle tells them to make up so they do” so we don’t know why Alysanne gets over all of this. What is the point of riding a dragon when you never use that dragon to protect your daughters from unwanted teen marriages? We’re just not given a good enough justification for why her behavior is so weird and frustrating towards her daughters.

Make her Maegor’s daughter though…most of her behavior as an adult makes more sense. Like a worse version of Rhaenyra’s childhood almost - a father desperate for a son, but lowkey obsessed with his daughter, who makes all his hang ups about his parents the problems of every woman around him, except Maegor is out here blood sacrificing and torturing and starting wars and forcing babies on wives he discards quickly and brutally. Then here comes Jaehaerys on a white horse green dragon to save her from the horror her life has become, and he loves her so much he runs away with her even though Alyssa says they shouldn’t marry because people won’t like it. And they have beautiful children, and a beautiful marriage, and build a beautiful kingdom.

Then her pregnancies start getting dangerous. Gaemon, then Valerion, die. Alysanne thinks of the shriveled up mutants she called brothers, if Maegor’s taint has passed to her. Her perfect husband ignores her no, and forces Gael on her. Alysanne remembers that he said nothing to Rogar when Alyssa died, merely wept. Then her daughters start to die. Daella, Alyssa, Viserra, all within a few years. Then Jaehaerys makes Saera watch as he murders her boyfriend, calls her a whore, and says Alysanne cannot follow Saera to Lys. Alysanne thinks of Maegor torturing the Harroways over Alys’ presumed infidelity. Jaehaerys says he’s sorry, and her daughter badgers her into forgiving him, and she remembers how she helped Jaehaerys badger Alyssa into forgiving Rogar. Not two years later, Jaehaerys passes over Rhaenys. Alysanne thinks of how she was never enough for her father, how she felt so superior to Rhaena banished to Dragonstone and resented by Aerea, yet there she is dragging Gael away from court because she can’t stand to be with Jaehaerys. How her father was surrounded by dead women and dead babies and how Jaehaerys is surrounded by his own dead daughters, but surely she did the right thing, surely Maegor was worse, surely the realm is better off? Is he right to pass over Rhaenys? Is she enabling a man just as monstrous as her father? She will never decide, because Maegelle will guilt her about keeping Gael isolated at Dragonstone, and Alysanne will do as she’s told, just like Rhaena, and Alyssa, and Jeyne, Elinor, Ceryse, Alys, and Tyanna, just like every one of her daughters.

I do get why Alysanne is Alyssa & Aenys’ and not Maegor’s. The weird Targ babies, the line not descending from Visenya, Jaehaerys and Alysanne being held up as the perfect Targaryen couple specifically because they are brother and sister and dragon riders. I do even think canon Alysanne is likely traumatized by her time as a hostage on Dragonstone, and the ensuing war, and the trauma bond that caused with Jaehaerys, and it makes her idolize Jaehaerys, and then he isolates her at Dragonstone so he can swiftly and safely marry, groom, and knock her up. It’s not like,,,, a fun time, and it’s enough to make anyone crazy and weird about their daughters, but I think having her father be Maegor makes Alysanne herself much deeper because it gives her, as the most beloved Targaryen queen, a blood tie to the most hated Targaryen king, and a marriage to the most beloved Targaryen king. It fits better with a lot of the themes of the main series (again, imo) - forcing the spotlight on the outsiders to see how the affect the story from behind the scenes. The fall of Aegon’s sons, and The Long Reign, not told from the PoV or to serve the PoV of any of the kings or princes, but of the queen that tied them all together.

[nogoodsheepstealing-greatgrandma]

Team Green: Sorry your faves are boring 😊🤷‍♂️ Sure you're supposed to root for the Blacks but the Greens are just more fun. Jace is boring I'm here for my angsty disaster mess 💚

You realise that's bad writing, right? This is a family civil war drama. One side of that family civil war shouldn't be populated with blank slates. If no effort is made into making Rhaenyra and Daemon's children as fleshed out as Alicent's children then that is bad writing.

Some people find the Lannisters more fun than the Starks, but the Starks are still fleshed out characters (and considering in the books Jace is 14/15, Luke is 13, Joffrey, Baela & Rhaena are 12, Aegon the younger is 9 and Viserys is 7 - these kids ages almost map straight onto the Starklings so they were so meant to be our Targlings). It didn't have to be a zero sum "you can only have ONE side that's interesting". The show is poorer for it. Game of Thrones was a disaster in many ways, but at least the different sides of the conflict had equal screen time and attention.

How hard would it have been to flesh out Jace, or at least give him a half-decent haircut? He could have been a mirror to Jon Snow (they technically have the same initials). One is a bastard who does not know he's a targaryen prince, the other is a targaryen prince who discovers he is a bastard. In a world that hates bastards, that insists they are 'wanton and treacherous by nature', there was plenty of potential to explore some complicated emotions, to give weight to how he feels about being a bastard. The whispers that would have followed him, the scrutiny he would have felt, the internalised guilt and shame, his protectiveness over his little brothers and wish to spare them the truth. Maybe after Alicent confronted Aegon over the pig there could have been a shift where Aegon turns his bullying away from Aemond and towards Jace (more in keeping with book canon). Maybe Jace could feel anxious about lessons with Criston Cole due to his open hatred of him. Maybe he could be equal parts devoted to and resentful of his mother over his parentage, maybe he could be driven to perfectionism to prove himself worthy.

The show made Jace more violent in the fight with Aemond than in the book, by changing who started the fight (from Aemond to Rhaena and co.), by narrowing the age gap to make Jace more of a match for Aemond, and by having him draw a knife instead of a wooden toy sword. But they didn't earn that moment. How much more satisfying would it have been if both Aemond and Jace were given equal emotional weight in the build-up to the fight? If the hurt and anxiety at discovering he was a bastard had been building and building until it burst out. The entire reason the show changed the age dynamic between Rhaenyra and Alicent to make them peers and best friends was supposedly to make their conflict more dramatic - why would you then drop that approach with their kids? How does it make the civil war story better if one half of the next generation of characters aren't really characters?

They didn't even have to put much effort into Baela, as GRRM already had her brimming with personality on the page, but they just... ignored that and made her a non-entity. Oh she gets one punch in, and there's a blink and you'll miss it background shot of her trying to hit Aegon (at this point I don't think the actors were even directed to do that I think they just took it upon themselves). Meanwhile Baela in the books is wild and fearless and deliberately provocative and quick to anger and fiercely defensive of her loved ones and wrestles squires in the training yard and has a pet monkey and sneaks out in search of adventure and brings home 'unsuitable' friends. Including a legless beggar, a blacksmith's apprentice whose muscles she admired, a street conjurer, twin prostitutes and an entire troupe of mummers. And she alarms everyone due to being 'overly fond of boys' and gets epic lines like this when it is suggested she marry Lord Rowan:

“I’ve bedded two of his sons. The eldest and thirdborn, I think it was. Not both at once, that would have been improper.”

She could have been an absolutely chaotic presence onscreen. Rhaena meanwhile is a little more like Sansa to Baela's Arya, but would have needed more work to flesh her out onscreen. Her insecurities and wish for a dragon seemed promising at first, but they were dropped as soon as Aemond lost his eye. Because that was ultimately the narrative purpose she served - to provide a new reason for the fight to start that wasn't Aemond hitting and pushing a toddler into a pile of dragon poo. She helps Aemond's image by being the one to start the fight instead of him, and from then on she becomes a voiceless non-entity. We watch Aemond fly away victoriously on Vhagar, we don't see Rhaena tearfully watching the last link to her mother vanish over the horizon.

Considering the prominent role of bastards during the dance (especially the dragonseeds), the uninterest in exploring bastardy in Jace makes little sense. Considering the centrality of gender to the story (and considering a certain event involving key players during the dance), the lack of effort into Baela and Rhaena makes zero sense (the show doesn't even bring up their right to Driftmark in an episode dedicated to discussing the rightful heir to Driftmark).

Considering especially that in fantasy black women are so often consigned to minor Missandei roles, the fact that we were robbed of Baela and Rhaena as main characters particularly stings. Baela in particular was an easy fan favourite in the book, and its a role that black women and girls so rarely get to play. If you had told me before the show that Helaena would be a fan favourite over Baela, I wouldn't have believed it. And don't get me wrong, I like that they fleshed out Helaena in the show, like Rhaena she didn't have much of a presence in the book. But it is so typical that the relative non-entity that they kept white gets to be fleshed out, while the more fleshed out character that they made black becomes a non-entity. And Helaena is skinny now, of course (all love to Phia Saban, but I am mourning plump Helaena).

And don't get me started on Kylo Raemond.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Hcs for yandere rhaenyra x half sister reader where she eventually takes her away from the greens. Nsfw content would be nice

certainly :)

SFW

rhaenyra didn't enjoy the way your mother hid you from her and she certainly didn't like how viserys neglected you and thus decided to share with you the love you desperately needed

you shared the same rebellious streak that she had when she was young and she could barely hold back her laughter when you arrived late to everything

you were her favourite of your siblings and she made sure you knew it

the one thing that she and alicent always agreed on was that for now she remain unwed

but it was the dinner when her motivations behind this became clear to both herself and alicent

you arrived late as usual–alicent hadn't allowed you to attend the meeting at driftmark because she knew of your soft spot for luke and jace–but as rhaenyra looked up to finally see her favourite sibling, her body froze

you had grown so much since she last saw you, she traced her eyes over you and the ring that she had sent for you ten and fifth namesday sitting on your engagement finger, the sight stirred something in her

daemon glanced over at his wife and then back at his other niece and snickered–he knew their times in her youth had impacted her but this was laughable

flustered, you finally sat down beside your mother's saved space

alicent favoured you, that much was obvious as she frowned and fussed over you she knew that if it were aegon who was late she would roll her eyes with a snide comment

but you were special

her daring darling daughter

she knew why of course, you may not have physically resembled rhaenyra so much as you did on a personality level

ignoring your duties in favour of your dragon or intruding on aemond's training sessions in order to sword-fight or trick aegon into doing his own duties

you liked challenges and adventure

rhaenyra knew that she could give you

and so even after the whole debacle between alicent's children and her own she tells her as such,

it takes alicent by surprise so much so that she's not sure how to answer her which leads her to not answer

she wants you to be happy but she also wants you at her side

rhaenyra tells her to think about it and that they will speak about it again once she has returned

but of course that can't happen

not when the news reaches her that alicent wants aegon to be king

naturally all she can feel is betrayal and rage

but underneath it all is also the realisation that she can't leave you there, she can't start a war against you

so there's only one way to solve this

she knows that she needs to plan this carefully so as she climbs aboard syrax she has a plan

when rhaenys crashes through the large hall on meleys, alicent is on you in a second, already demanding that someone take you to your chambers

who would suspect for an uninvited visitor to be waiting for you there

you almost scream when you catch sight of someone in your chambers but her warm hand, the one that has held your own and protected you so carefully covers over you mouth and gives you a warning stare

she pulls away when your eyes are wet and she's sure you couldn't call out if you tried

she presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and grasps you tightly to her

"don't pack your stuff we don't have time, you will have the finest jewels and clothes of all of westeros but you are coming with me"

she's tempted to take you right then and there but she knows alicent will be coming any second now

so she pulls at you shocked and scared figure and moves you to her will

whether you fight her or go willingly doesn't matter

you're hers

you're not allowed to leave the castle unless she's with you and even that is rare especially now that they are in a war

you're strictly forbidden from wearing anything even slightly resembling the colour green

you're not allowed contact outside of herself, her children and daemon (but only him on occasion)

he probably resents you but rhaenyra's protection is fierce so beside a few snide comments, she keeps him in check

NSFW

the hunger she feels when you arrive is multiplied when she guides you into her chambers

she finally has you and there is no chance that she isn't going to ruin you for anyone else

it's the first place she takes you, shoving past everyone and everything else

she's tearing away the sickening green gown and borderline ripping it to shreds

she admires the ring she gifted you as she interlaces your hand with one of her own

her other fingers dip into your cunt and play with you until you're a sobbing sopping mess beneath her 10/10 chance that you won't be physically able to leave her bed for days, weeks maybe

she drinks in your moans and whines like she's proving something and she is

it's not enough to have you, she needs to make sure everyone knows she has you

she eats you out like she's been starved

she prefers giving, hearing your moans spill onto her and the sheer power rhaenyra feels when you cry out for her

sometimes uses you as a power piece, having you sit in her lap at meetings like a pet and finger you

turns you into her sweet girl

rewards you often but when she punishes you it's strong

10 spankings at least every time you forget to call "your grace"

gives you a long necklace so that she can tug on it in and outside of sex

she's rough with you when you're naughty but when you're good for her my god does she treat you well

uses your hips like handlebars tbh

when you eat her out she entangles her fingers in your hair and tugs, harder if you don't go fast enough

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XIII): Look What You Made Me Do.

Imagine you are the one to stand for Aemond Targaryen (before and) during the war.

Warnings: drama, angst, smut…

Warnings 2: long post.

Warnings 3: I do love Baela and Rhaena, but someone had to be the antagonist on the story. Don’t take it personal.

***

• Bonding under moonlights.

Even though you are an illegitimate Lannister, you are still a lioness nevertheless. Your father thus placed you amidst the royal court where you are raised under the guidance of Queen Alicent next to her children.

These are the circumstances when you meet him. Like Aemond, you are a sort of lonely child. You have succeeded in approaching Lady Helaena, but there are some barriers yet to transport. Others look at you like your surname and looks are nothing but an attempt to be acknowledged as noble, thus creating a resentment that hasn’t healed very well.

Aemond Targaryen hates to be in the shadows of his elder siblings, Aegon and Rhaenyra. Casted aside by his father and at times overlooked by his dearest mother, what else is there for him to do but occupy himself with books and swords?

Going to his tasks, Aemond is distracted of his melancholic thoughts at the sight of you.

“Lady Y/N”, he doesn’t know what draws him to you, but here he is. “What are you doing under the cork tree?”

“I am reading the history of Dorne”, you respond him, barely paying him attention as you don’t remove your eyes off the old parchment you hold in hands.

Aemond folds his arms.

“What could possibly interest you about it?”

Finally he has your attention and when you look up, Aemond finds the color that paints your irises quite mesmerizing to admire.

“Women there played a great deal in their history. But what interests me is not Nymeria, but overshadowed women who are not registered here.”

“And how do you know they are part of the history?”

Aemond sits next to you, captivated by your wit. On your turn, you are pleased that someone has been genuinely listening to what you have to say.

“Because the chronicler mentions damsels using poisons and other weapons few would use to achieve their purposes.” And then you side smirk with confidential air at him. “I do not mean seduction, though, but the use of brain.”

“I like you”, he decides. “You are more interesting than I’d have judged.”

You laugh.

“I am pleased to have found in you a friend. But doesn’t my bastardy status below your judgement?”

“No”, he shrugs his shoulders. “Like I said, I like you.”

“Likewise, my lord.”

This day, you and Aemond Targaryen become inseparable companions.

***

• I don't like your little games. Don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play of the fool. No, I don't like you…

As the days pass, turn in weeks, you follow Lord Aemond and his family everywhere. At Dragonstone, this bond you share with the Greens, in particular with the overshadowed prince, is certainly about to deepen…

“I don’t have a dragon”, Aemond confides you once, frustrated.

This afternoon, you two are walking at the beach. It’s a cloudy day and when no one was looking, you’d ran to it, away of boring ceremonies. And no one bothered to notice you two were missing.

“One day you will”, you assure him, smiling gently. “Why are you in such a hurry, Aemond?”

Aemond doesn’t answer at first. When looking at you, he knows you are reliable, but a part of him worries about being seen as feeble and fragile, vices he despises.

You, on the other hand, are now familiar with his long silences to know what is his thinking. Turning at him, you say:

“Do you take me as someone like Aegon?”

Aemond cannot help a chuckle. You are pleased to have made him smile.

“No, of course not”, the absurd of the comparison of such different individuals amuses the prince.

Before he can knock his pride down, however, Baela and Rhaella, the twins, are spotted nearby. It’s the elder of the pair that comes with an expression that doesn’t please you. Aemond can tell there’s an unspoken rivalry between the two of you, since your smile has been wiped out of your face.

Curiously, he is the one to hold your wrist and advice you prudence. Despite enjoying how close he is to you, you say:

“She’s often telling bad things about you, my prince. How can you ask me this?”

Aemond is surprised to find in you a defender, never expecting loyalty from anyone, in fact. This moves him more than. He is awkwardly silent as Baela says:

“Well, well. If it’s not the curb and the green prince who has no dragon to claim his. Has rejection been the reason why you bond with this bastard, Aemond?”

He clenches his jaw whilst your sharp tongue rolls loose.

“Are you this insecure of your father’s affections that you feel the need to tease us? I thought you’d be better than this, Baela.”

She laughs a quiet, but hardly cold laughter. It isn’t difficult to see she’s come prepared for a fight.

“A project of lion thinks to be equal to a dragon? You have nothing to claim yours.”

This is an offense against which you haven’t shielded yourself to, and Aemond stands, aware of how sensitive this topic is to you.

“Leave her alone, Baela. What harm has she done you? You are nothing without your mother. Where has she gone to? Oh, right. She died and is not here to defend you. Fuck off.”

That being said, he breaks the way through the shocked twins and, locking hands with you, pulls you out of their sight.

“Thank you for protecting me”, you whisper, struggling not to tear up in front of your savior prince.

Aemond smiles shyly at you.

“Anything for my lioness.”

He turns at you and wipes a stubborn tear out of your right eye. You swallow a sob before holding him tight.

“You are my favorite dragon in the world.”

The prince laughs quietly, but because he’s rocking you in his arms, you miss the pink that creeps on his cheeks.

“I doubt that, but I appreciate it, Y/Nickname.”

It’s when he spots the largest dragon he’s ever seen. In this friendly silence where one provides company to the other, Aemond Targaryen feels brand new when deciding that Vhagar is the dragon he’s about to reclaim. And he knows how’s he going to do that.

***

You should be sleeping but something keeps you restless. Moved by a bad feeling, you leave your bed and quickly change gowns without the need of awaking a lady for helping you thus.

It’s when you spot him. This is the same corridor that links different privy chambers on the same floor, therefore it shouldn’t be surprising that you and Aemond meet.

What is shocking is that one has no knowledge of the other’s purpose in this late night.

“Y/N”, he whispers, wide eyed. “What on seven hells are you doing?”

“I couldn’t sleep”, you whisper back. “What about you? Where do you think you’re going?”

“How convenient that you are restless”, he mocks you. “Really, go back to sleep.”

You fold your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“Now what are you thinking about doing?”

Aemond hisses, impatient. Fearful of getting caught and thus have his plans ruined, the prince sees there’s little option other than telling you about his intentions. Or rather show you.

“Come with me”, he holds your wrist, and you, surprised, just follow his steps.

Quietly, Aemond and you leave the comfort of the castle to venture into the unknown. It’s been like this with this prince, always following in his mad plans, somewhat his partner when he’s not around Aegon.

Usually, you are not frightened. However, when seeing where he’s taking you, you dare to break the tension by saying:

“Aemond… is it wise to reclaim Vhagar?” Only recently has the lady Laena Velaryon died and even though dragon is no one’s property or inheritance, it’s been expected that Rhaena was to become the next rider.

The obstinacy in the prince’s eyes promptly answers your question.

“Stay here. No harm will fall upon us.”

So suddenly you feel like a little girl, not a young damsel ready to blossom into a woman.

“Aemond. I’m scared.”

The silver haired young male turns at you and, holding your hands with his, he says:

“Have I ever failed you, my lady?”

“No. Never.”

“Then trust in me.”

You nod, watching him go. Your eyes are set on the bravest man you’ve ever known, your only friend of the world who now you fear to lose. There he is, with only you and the moonlight as witnesses, boldly moving towards the ancient beast who lived days that are only recorded in dust pages.

The companion of Meraxes and Balerion who witnessed the twilight of Valyria and helped subduing Seven Kingdoms under the authority of Aegon and his sisters, watches Aemond with suspicious eyes.

The boy is careful, but trembles. Even you can spot his vulnerability. You hold your breath when seeing the fire coming from the old dragon’s throat, as if the creature looks down on Aemond with disdain.

You wish you could defend him, stand for your friend like he did to you. But this is his moment, so you oblige yourself to stay still.

“By the Gods…”, you whisper.

You don’t capture his words, but you are bracing yourself in close to excitement when Vhagar bows her head to Aemond.

“Aemond…”, you watch, baffled. “You are the great Vhagar’s rider.”

But he doesn’t fly it. Not yet. Aemond waves at you and, in spite of your fears, you follow him like always.

Soon, both of you fly the highest skies and you have to be careful not to awake Dragonstone with your screams.

• Bad Blood

I don't like your perfect crime. How you laugh when you lie. You said the gun was mine.Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)

“There’ll be consequences”, you tell him the next morning as soon as you two meet for the breakfast.

“And?”

“Aemond”, the panic in your voice gets his attention. “Do not be silly.”

“I won’t. But if you ask me to give up…”

You put your index over his lips, surprising him for this bold move.

“Don’t you dare to twist my words. I’d die for you if needed. I only worry over you, is all.”

Aemond blushes, his heart racing at the proximity of you. He wishes to hold your hand and say more, but you are interrupted as the Queen’s lady of bedchambers requires your presence at the dining room.

The main problem comes, however, later. You and Aemond have just left Vhagar, laughing quietly to yourselves, when Baela, followed by her twin sister and the Velaryon boys, comes at you.

“How dare you to reclaim Vhagar?!”

“Leave him alone!”, you stand in front of him and push her away.

“This contend is with him, bastard, not you”, she retorts.

It’s a mess that has consequences for a near future. There are mutual provocations, but all goes to a point where words give space to action.

To defend your friend, your forget your manners and push Baela to the floor all the whilst Lucerys hits Aemond. A whole mess that ends with the prince losing an eye.

“Aemond!”, you cry out. “Look what you did to him!”

You show your teeth like a lioness preparing to defend her cubs. But even Baela could tell that this has gone too far.

The prince, though hurting, doesn’t shed a tear. What he does, however, is a lot more meaningful. He finds comfort in you, hugging you tight.

The bad blood is done. And the lioness roars.

***

• The Wheel Of (Mis)Fortune.

The world moves on, another day another drama, drama. But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma. And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure. Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

Years have gone by since Queen Alicent confronted Lady Rhaenyra for the wrongs her son suffered by her own son. The tensions between the two parts of the king’s family have never overcome, and the only end to it, some say, is by force.

Whilst no one publicly acknowledges it, Aemond stills finds comfort in your company, far more attached to you than ever.

As you are sewing quietly at Helaena’s bedchambers, you miss how your favorite prince slides in it silently.

“I thought you had better ears”, he teases you. “I came in and greeted my sister, but you didn’t come up to greet me.”

When you lift your gaze, Aemond’s lips twist in a wide smile. Your face brightens completely at him, followed by a crimson that paints your cheeks. You stand and forgetting your place, promptly hold him in your arms.

“Oh Aemond!”, and he chuckles at it, appreciating your fondness more than reason conceives it. “I was just minding my own business. I’m glad to seeing you again. When shall we ride Vhagar?”

Aemond contemplates you before forming an answer to your inquiry. You’ve grown to a fine woman over the last six years with a very long y/c hair that falls in a cascade of curls over your back when you don’t tie them in a braid according to fashion. Your y/c eyes remain vivid and your full lips display a very charming smile whenever he’s around you.

The gowns you wear, usually yellow gold to honor your house or green on behalf of his, reinforce your curves, awakening in him unknown desires that he, however, transferred—momentarily, to his frustration—to certain damsels that can never replace you.

At times he pursuits that kind of household where he can have a lady who resembles you, but even that… is pictured imperfectly. When seeing you right here, right now, all else is forgotten.

Though he wishes to rise you as more than a long time friend, he doesn’t know how—and in truth he’s fearful of doing it because of his parents. Sweeping away the great impact family has over him, lord Aemond puts his hands behind his back and says:

“Is it prudent to carry you with me, Y/N? We are no longer children.”

“Aemond… That is unfair”, you pout. “Vhagar likes me, don’t deny it.”

He throws his head back and laughs. How can someone like you have this effect over him so easily?

“I wish you stopped making difficult for me to refuse you anything.”

You giggle happily. At times Aemond believes there’s a spark in your eyes that almost makes him think you two are in the same boat.

“Nothing gladdens me more than this!”

Queen Alicent, who’s been pretending to occupy herself with Helaena, decides to break the thread carefully.

“My dearest Y/N, we should speak for a moment. I do not think wise to fly with my son this day. Lord Boromund has an interest in courting you”, she says nonchalantly.

“She is what?”, Aemond’s quiet anger surprises you both.

Then Helaena whispers:

“In blood and fire, lights desire; before inevitability, lies such tragedy wherefore swords will be drawn by those once judged to be fool pawns.”

No one, except perhaps Aemond who gives her a puzzle look, pays her attention.

“If my queen wishes, I am here to be mindful of my duties as usually.”

“No”, Aemond looks angrily at you. “I forbid you to marry this man.”

Alicent sighs, impatiently so.

“Aemond, she is not a toy for you to play with. This is the destiny of every noblewoman, whether you consent or not.”

To your disappointment, Aemond says nothing and retires, leaving you there, masking wishful thinkings you never thought you had…

*

In the midst of particular dramas, another comes. You are present when the king gathers all his family. To Aemond’s discontentment, Lord Jacaerys asks you for a dance.

You blush violently at this unexpected request, not taken seriously by all, and one exchange of glances with Aemond is enough to make clear of your thoughts. But before he could interfere, it’s Helaena, your sweet dispositioned friend, who encourages your dancing. And how can you deny her anything?

“If it pleases my lady”, you say and you accept the lord’s hand.

As you two dance, however, you come to find that his request has not only displeased your dearest Aemond, but Lady Baela as well.

“I did not know”, she mentions in a tone that you can hear, “that we are welcoming bastards amongst the line.”

“Some of them are Strong enough to inherits great deals of properties”, muses Aemond on your behalf.

It is the spark that no one needed. Like when it happened in your early girlhood, a fight starts amidst the family and despite being frightened, you try to pull Aemond apart.

“Aemond, please”, you plead him, and only when seeing the look on your face he’s prevented punching his nephew on his nose.

He grumbles something inaudible, but acquiesces to you. Later, you go after him and take him to the gardens so you can have some privacy.

“My lady, you should not meddle in businesses that are not yours”, says Aemond in his typical husky voice the moment you are walking near the fountain that is set at the center of the gardens.

“Well, excuse my bad temper, lord, but lions do not fret anyone”, you scoff at him. “I shall always stand for you, is this so hard for your pride to accept?”

“Yes, it is!”

“How so?”, you put your hands at your waist, looking offended.

“Because it should be the other way around. I must defend your honor as it is”, Aemond speaks vehemently, turning at you so close that you hold your breath. “You are the most precious thing that could have happened to me, my lady.”

…and I do not want to lose you. Words that die in his throat, but you see them behind his purple eye. Very gently, you put your hand over his face, delicately lifting your fingers to cross his good and bad eyes.

“I lament most deeply I was not able to protect you the way you should”, you whisper.

“You protected me more than my own relatives ever did”, Aemond whispers taking your face in his. “Marry me, Y/N. I cannot not live without you.”

As you caress his cheeks, Aemond sees sadness rising behind your eyes.

“I am a bastard, my lord. However noble I may be, my illegitimate status makes me unsuitable for you.”

“No”, he clenches his jaw. “This is not acceptable. I vow before the Gods, who stand as witnesses before us, that we will be lawfully married whether they like it or not.”

Saying so, he finally presses his lips against yours, and you kiss him with no protest, easily giving all you have to him. This rogue prince takes it thus, loving you the same.

But the wheel’s fortune has a price that must be paid. It all begins when Aemond’s taste for vengeance, risen in the form of resentment, leads him break the Baratheon’s hospitality. The result of it? Lucerys is dead.

By the time news start to spread, you are eventually involved in this confused web. The Velaryons hold a dislike of you, particularly the twins, and during Aemond’s absence, you are Baela’s target.

You are just going back from the gardens, carrying with you a letter written by your father, who, concerned about the Greyjoy’s attacks against Lannisport, asks you to find solace amidst the Green Party—and since they are all aligned together, it’s better to stay where you are.

You wait for Aemond’s arrival, daydreaming when bad news reach you.

“Here you are… The cub who wants to be a lion, but fails to be in every single attempt”, her familiar voice gets you chills. “Who are you without your kinslayer? Nothing but a curb.”

“What offense have I given you to bring so freely this contend, my lady?”, you have heard whispers, but you know your prince wouldn’t do it… or would he? Regardless, you remain a shadow of your father: a proud lioness. Lady Johanna had long taken you as hers, but this never changed the fact your mother was your father’s mistress before their union.

“Your association inspires me nothing but loath”, she speaks with rage. “Your prince took everything from me! Therefore I shall take what he holds most dear!”

You do not cry out, aware how exposed you are now.

“What would you know of duty and sacrifice? Always following your pride, always being the shadow of others that are not you!”, she spits poisonous words that threat your self stability. “You fail to see that you are not Targaryen. You are nothing!”

Perhaps if you were prompted to rage like Baela is, you’d throw your claws right to her face. You’d throw her down, missing the secret dagger she possesses, and probably die as a result of self defense.

Perhaps if you were as passionate as Aemond, you’d be a victim of yourself—and a lamb trapped in this dragon’s cave.

But you take the offenses coldly.

“You will not bring me down, Lady Baela”, though your voice is embargoed, you show no tears. “You will hear me roar.”

And just like that you straighten your skirts and leave your enemy behind. The war has begun, you know, as you shake to the core.

However, later that day, you find some excuse not to supper with the new queen and king. Therefore you hide at your favorite spot: the library. Omitted by shadows, you allow your tears roll down.

Oh, the price you pay for loving a star that is too high to grasp!

***

• War

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time). Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time). I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

As soon as he doesn’t see you at the table with the queen and her remaining ladies, Aemond knows where you are. Ignoring his mother’s scowling, he has little time to deal with his dysfunctional family.

His father has just recently passed away, but he’s been a ghost for remainder of his life. Therefore what’s to grieve? Where Lucerys is concerned, however, here’s where remorse cannot find its grave.

But worse than all is the fear of losing you. If his mistake has reached you…

“Y/N”, his voice comes softer and you are startled for not expecting his presence. “What happened? You are not dining with my family. Is it because of…?”

Something in your eyes and in the form of how you grip tight on him leads the prince to think this is more than just about him.

“Before I explain myself, I must know. Who brought you to tears like this?”, he lifts your chin and strokes your cheek with his long fingers. “My sweet lioness, who hurt you? Was it Aegon? That son…”

“No”, you sob. “I’m sorry. This is not how you should see me. I… I should better look after…”

“Y/N Hill”, he speaks sternly. “Tell me what happened.”

And you eventually do. Aemond growls low once he is reported of what succeeded whilst he was gone.

“This is outrageous!”, the prince exclaims, furious. “They cannot… they cannot!”

“I am unworthy of being at your presence, lord. If you excuse me…”

“No. I do not!”, Aemond looks offended at your suggestion. “My sweet Y/N, by offending your honor, these Velaryons offend mine. I know I should not have done any harm that befell my nephew, but what they are doing… it has no excuse.”

Wiping away your tears, he whispers now, calmly so:

“Remember when I vowed I’d always protect you? I intend to keep this oath.” Brushing his lips against yours, the prince whispers. “You will be my lady wife, Y/N.”

“There is no need to do out of pity, Aemond”, you lean onto him, detesting the fragility that is open with your vulnerability.

In other circumstances, Aemond would get mad at you for such nonsense. However, he knows what’s behind this insecurity. Patiently, the prince takes your hand and presses a kiss on each finger before pursuing your lips.

It’s a delicate and slow pairing of tongues dancing in the same rhythm. With his hands cupping your face, your fears are soon fought away, and you feel at ease again.

“I love you”, you mumble against his ear. “With every breath of my being, I will always be yours.”

“I am a murderer, Y/N”, it is his time to open up about his own wounds. “How can you love a monster like me? Unloved by those who make me, you must surely not considering giving your heart to me.”

“I take you as you are: a hurt prince, whose pride was bent to the will of others. You are who you are, and though bad actions are not excused, they do not define you. I know the real you, lord, and this is suffice to say.”

That night, a broken shelf is buried. But one mended rises from the ashes…

*

Before the silver prince wages wars on behalf of his brother, who takes the name of Aegon, the second of his name, he makes you Lady Y/N of House Targaryen.

A secret ceremony that has two siblings present, one of which is his favored sister, the Queen Helaena.

“I’ve always seen this day would come. What a shame is that sad circumstances brought us tied. I wish merrier were those instead”, and she engulfs you in her sweet embrace, one of the kind she rarely gives anyone at all. “Difficult days lay ahead, hold firm to your faith stead. Be ready to roar, or there’ll be an uproar.”

Ambiguous words are heard, making you uneasy. But there is more to consider than what truly lies behind it. All you want now is your husband.

“I cannot believe we are here together”, you smile at him, contemplating his full handsomeness at its length.

There is no bedding ceremony, but consummation ought to happen nonetheless. Here you two are in a secret bedchamber, provided by the queen after her trusted High-Sparrow blessed your union with lord Aemond.

“We are”, he removes his eye patch, exposing the sapphire that occupies the globe removed thanks to the fatidic events of almost a decade ago. “Do you think I’d let go of you?”

In saying so, he looks at you up and down, pleased to see you blush. The prince’s hands leave your oval face and slide to your neck and shoulders, gently turning you on your back so he starts to untie your hair and unlace your gown.

“You have always been so beautiful”, he leans into your ear, whispering hotly as his hands play with your y/c curls before removing your heavy gown. “My lady, object of my deepest affections, I could never tolerate that you were not mine.”

You throw your head back, eyes closed as you enjoy his caressing, his kisses, his loving gestures to you.

His words awake unholy thoughts and desires in you, sentiments such that have been repressed on behalf of duty throughout these years.

And when you turn at him, you clash your lips onto his, working hard to toss away the weight of his robes.

“Let me taste the fire of dragon, husband”, you beg him.

Aemond doesn’t need much before he complies to your desires. He lies you down, careful in tending your newly found needs before his mouth moves hungrily against your hardened nipples. As you whimper in response, he parts your legs and there places his fingers to treat your womanhood kindly.

“My wife”, he moans against your lips, shivering at your touch, as you bury your nails against his back.

Sounds soon echo in the chambers and there is nothing but divine pleasure that binds one body to the other.

“Husband!”, you lift your legs, wrapping them around this handsome and devilish prince who now moves within you painfully slowly, locking hands with you.

As his eyes hold yours, his long and messy hair fall over his body, you could not have a better vision. Aemond side smirks in turn, aware of how positively he effects you, merging in the waters of your soul and there getting lost when kissing your lips passionately.

***

• Dragons & Lions

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me. I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams… I'm sorry, but the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead! Ooh, look what you made me do…

Court has become the household of distrust and paranoia. Hence why Aemond and you flew to Harrenhal, a rumored haunted castle dated before Aegon I’s conquest.

It’s there you and your husband, with no fear of being seen as lawfully married now, make it your new home.

Despite being your new home, it doesn’t mean it’s safe. There had been spotted different dragons, some of which are associated with Rhaenyra’s party. It’s when a strange idea comes at you.

“Lord husband”, you are dressed today in a dark green velvet gown with two long loose braids as you slide discreetly into his meeting salon. “May we have a word?”

As much as you have contended yourself with the daily tasks of looking after a household, that willful side of yours has never really been tamed.

He quickly lifts his face out of the geographical map of the Seven Kingdoms brought to him by a local maesters. Today, your silver prince has a few buttons open in his white shirt, wearing black leather pants all the whilst exhibiting a green silk cape. His messy hair is tied in a poorly made braid.

When your gazes meet, fire threatens to spark.

“Lady wife”, he greets you formally before dismissing his councillors. “To what do I owe you the honor?”

“I heard news about the Velaryons dragons”, you go straight to the point, ignoring the lust that is dancing behind his purple eye. This favorite gown of yours has been unusually tied, therefore pressing your boobs and making them look bigger. “I want to ride one myself.”

Aemond is promptly distracted of his desires before this suggestion. He throws his head back and then looks at you, baffled.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“There are wild dragons here in Westeros. If being proper trained, I can ride one.”

“My beloved wife”, Aemond chuckles. “Do you hear yourself? Only a Targaryen by blood may ride a dragon.”

This small detail hits you hard. But before disappointment takes the best of you, Aemond takes you by your waist and says:

“I know how well you meant. No one sees better than me the efforts you’ve been paying to help the cause of my brother, which is mine by extension”, he kisses your neck. “I’m sure there’ll be other utilities… I remember the day you told me that not only seduction is a feminine weapon.”

In reference to the day you were reading the Dornish stories of war, where damsels were excellent archers during the conflicts waged by Nymeria, you soon begin to work your brain out.

“I have a solution indeed, husband.” But the moment your lips slowly begin to spread in a smile, is when his disappears.

“Please tell me you are not doing any nonsense, Y/N…”

As you gently rub his manhood with your hands, you whisper in his ear:

“Do not think of such matters, husband.”

When his eyes barely close, you are distracted by the erection you helped causing him. When sliding to your knees, your mind goes instantly blank. There is no space for war to be thought when you and him need a moment to… relax.

***

You are brushing your hair when Aemond atores in the privy chambers, getting yourself startled.

“What’s wrong, Aemond?”

“Lord Daemon Targaryen is flying over and destiny impels me to face him”, he says, trying not to look so nervous at such prospect. “Y/N, if any casualty results of this meeting, you better ride discreetly back to Casterly Rock.”

“What are you saying? Nay, husband! I shall not forsake you…”

But one finger over your lips is enough to silent your protests. Despite the sadness in his semblance, this rogue prince carries on:

“Please, my love. Leave aside your stubbornness at least this time.”

He can read a frantic protest in your eyes that never make to your tongue because he shushes you with a fervent kiss. Unbeknownst to both, this evening is promising to be wild…

“At least may I have you with me…”, you cannot fathom saying “one last time”. You do not wish to feed your storming thoughts with more fuel to crackle inside before the idea of losing him.

“I wish I could”, he holds your face with his hands. “Stay safe, my lady.”

“Do not leave me alone in this world”, you kiss his lips passionately.

*

Barely the rogue prince leaves you to wage a war where future ahead lies uncertain, you start to feel sick. Attended by your own ladies, you seem to think it’s this bloody circumstance that leaves you in such an unwell state.

However, a maid of your trust named Daella says:

“My lady, when was the last time your rules broke?”

The realization of it suddenly makes you faint.

*

“More dragons are coming”, you hear the castle lord charged to be responsible for you during the absence of your husband, say. “This confirms the castle is cursed.”

“No”, moved by a strange inspiration, you leave aside the comfort of your bed. In these past days you’ve been feeling sick due to the absence of your cherished rebellious prince, but also because of your newly discovered pregnancy. Nonetheless you cannot remain restless. “Dragons have been defeated before.”

The said lord looks at you as if you’ve gone mad.

“What are you suggesting, my lady?”

“That we reproduce the weapons the Dornish used to knock Meraxes out”, and then you lift your head. “I may be a bastard, lord, but I am still a lioness. And these dragons will hear me roar.”

*

Dressed in the colors of your husband and your house, plus bearing a silver coat underneath your silk gown, and with your long locks tied in a braid, you mount your white mare.

Today, you are defending this cursed castle. Checking the men placed in secret spots everywhere, you ask your page to fetch the beast. Whilst he does, you turn to your men and deliver them a speech:

“Archers, prepare yourselves! By unfortunate circumstances we are brought to this war so disgraced through the eyes of Gods. A sister who should respect the natural order of the things brings us chaos! A daughter who fights her father, a wife turned against her husband! Is this the world we want to live in?”

You pause, bearing in mind the example of your stepmother. You wisely ignore that she has switched sides to the Black party.

“This is not only my home but yours! This is not a fight for me and my own, the husband I am devoted to, but for your relatives, your wives and children, your elderly!”

Wind seems to blow your words away and behind the archers there are men carrying swords and holding their shields. No matter the preoccupation of your ladies and the noblemen there set to protect you, you insisted in putting your plan to work.

A dragon howls through the electric air. Dark clouds rumble against the other, announcing storm. But neither you nor your men tremble before it.

“This is the moment! Cavalry, prepare yourselves! Archers, it’s time!”

You spot your enemy flying high. Flames are set closer, but not enough. Your page tries to dissuade you of your plan, but you stand still.

“On my counting!”, you yell.

Your ladies watch above the castle, fearful for you. But you are not afraid. For the first time in a lifetime, you feel who you really are.

A lioness set to defend her adopted family.

“ONE!”

Arrows are set in between two fingers, bows are raised to a certain direction whilst Baela and her dragon fly to you.

“TWO!”

A lioness prepared to wage her war not only for herself, but for her husband, the man the world loathes but you love with all he has within—you see his vices and virtues, taking as who he really is—and nothing you’d do differently to keep him.

You wage this war for your unborn child, the fruit of the long lasting love you and Aemond have.

But you are also wounded—and there’s nothing worse than a wounded lion. It’s said they attack fiercest when hurt.

“THREE!”

A rain of arrows flies high above. Baela tries to dissociate from it, but at what cost?

Out of the grand iron door, a partial army prepares to break in. You instruct your men to stand for it. But in the meanwhile, arrows are aimed against the flying beast which is, thankfully, not as big as Caraxes or Vhagar.

Part of you doesn’t realize how dangerous it is what you are doing, but another doesn’t conceive to do otherwise.

“Look what you made me do, Baela”, you whisper to yourself as you aim the beast as she prepares to burn you alive. “We could have been friends, but no one tames a lioness.”

And here your roar is set to echo not only through the air, but times.

The said cursed castle again stands. And a bastard may be a bastard, but you are a lioness nonetheless.

Difficult days lay ahead, hold firm to your faith stead. Be ready to roar, or there’ll be an uproar…

***

Aemond’s whereabouts remains a mystery. To your consternation, seven days go by since you two parted days.

You send messengers to chase after him and the news that start to arrive are not good.

“Vhagar was seen falling down the ocean”, you are told.

“Bloody hell!”, you cry out. “Prepare the horse! I will find out myself!”

You are injured—you got yourself some hurt when fighting the men outside the gates of Harrenhal after defeating your sworn enemy, or at least defending yourself of some who tried to take you away—but proud. Disregarding others preoccupation, you are decided to look for him.

It’s when he comes for you.

Iron doors are open and a very harmed prince, partially burnt and in open wounds, comes in.

“Wife. I was defeated.”

That being said, he loses his conscience and falls out.

***

Lord Daemon managed to perforate Aemond’s lungs and ribs through sword before dropping the man out of Vhagar after Caraxes overcame Vhagar. He doesn’t remember what happened next, except that a priest of this Red God has rescued him.

“He told me I could go back safe and sound under this strange deity’s protection. All I’d have to do was advocating for his cause in case we won.”

No one knows Lord Daemon’s whereabouts in turn. Some say he died with the kinslayer, his nephew, others that the man flew with Caraxes to the East… especially after the death of Rhaenyra.

You don’t want to know your husband’s enemy’s fate either, nor show interest in their offspring. What matters is to know Aemond’s here and well, so are Aegon and Helaena, as well as Daeron and their mother.

The Greens have won.

“You are here”, you cuddle onto him. “This is more important. I also have some news to tell…”

But you are interrupted when Aemond spots some wounds in your arms. He soon regains his old energy and demands to know what on earth has caused scars that he’d never seen before.

You sigh, aware that he’s about to blow when being told of your… imprudence.

“Y/N!”, and like you predicted, he is baffled by your daring moves. “I told you to stay inside!”

“And you would have found me dead and burnt, my sweet husband”, you snap back. “I had to defend us, to stand for our unborn child like a lioness does.”

This changes everything. Aemond stares at you, in between awe and perplexity.

“You said…”

“Had you not been stubborn, this is what I would have told you first. We are expecting”, you beam delightedly.

He carefully rolls over you, planting kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my lioness. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my defender.”

Aemond smiles like a puppy dragon and you melt in his arms. Nose against nose, you rest your forehead against his as your hands are locked.

“We are victors, my darling.”

“We are”, you purr under his touch, eyes closing as you feel his strong arms around you. “We are…”

As you fall asleep you miss the contentment displayed in Aemond’s eyes when gazing at you. He strokes your face and hair, unwilling to share that he’d died, in fact, but was brought back to life.

He doesn’t wish to worry you, guilty at times for leaving you behind and opening the way for your recklessness. However, he’s proud of you all the same. He’d always known of your staunch loyalty towards him, how you truly turned into a fiery lioness to stand for him.

“My wife”, he hums in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss over your temple. “My savior.”

A tear rolls down his cheek. He will never leave you like this again…

***

• Epilogue

Not every battle came to an end. You’d still have yours to go through. Worse is for Aemond to be left waiting whilst you are going through your confinement.

“Have some faith, brother”, says Daeron. “It doesn’t usually go beyond six hours.”

“It’s been three hours!”, scowls Aemond. “Not to mention I was forbidden for seeing her for about a month!”

“This is a feminine procedure. Speak to mother about it.”

“Why did she have to meddle? We were doing great at Harrenhal.”

Daeron laughs quietly at his tantrum before reclining against the wall and saying:

“I’ve heard about the battle of Harrenhal, by the way. She is every inch a Lannister.”

“She is”, Aemond agrees, a proud glint seen behind his purple gaze. “Headstrong and proud, but a lioness like Lady Johanna.”

No one speaks any further when silence suddenly hangs in between the brothers. It is possible to hear cries from inside and it’s when door opens. Helaena, gleefully in her usual self, shows up and announces:

“Another pair of twins to match mine! Aegon shall espouse sweet Jaehaera! Mark my words!”

Aemond isn’t sure whether he laughs or scoffs at this provision. He smiles when being engulfed in an embrace by his sister.

“Thank you for giving me these news! Twins too? By the Seven!”, he chuckles.

Before he can ask for further information, Helaena pushes him inside. Aemond finds you in a puddle of sweat, long hair messed as you insist breast feeding your babies, much to Alicent’s consternation.

“Mother”, Aemond greets the former queen first, amused when seeing the reason why his beloved women are disagreeing. “Must you always meddle?”

“I was only trying to do what’s best for your wife”, she smiles weakly. “These are beautiful children, Aemond. Another pair of twins.”

The prince presses a kiss over his mother’s temple, holding back his own emotion. Then he takes a seat by your side, admiring you and the children you hold.

“I named our boy Aegon after the Conqueror and your brother”, you explain with a lazy smile. “However, I took the liberty on naming the princess after my stepmother, Johanna.”

“Those are good names”, Aemond smirks at you, kissing your forehead. “We are a family now, aren’t we? Who’d have thought we came to this, my princess?”

As he looks down on you, you feel your face burn. One exchange of glances is enough.

“Look what you made me do”, you giggle quietly. “A lioness who roars in fire and blood.”

He chuckles.

“That is the woman I married to.”

Sealing vows, you kiss in perfect harmony.

[greenqueenhightower]

This is mainly an Anti-Viserys rant:

That scene in Aegon’s coronation when the “beast beneath the boards” turns out to be Rhaenys and Meleys (you choose which one to be the beast 👀) and the greens are shocked and paralyzed but Alicent’s mother instinct kicks in and she literally positions herself between the imminent danger and her children, proves that she has the guts to fight this war and she is not a pawn to be moved about by others anymore. What’s more, her motivation is not pure envy or hurt pride but acknowledgment and fear of the danger that her family and children are inevitably in, being “the other” Targaryens.

And then think about how they should have felt, growing up as “the other” party in their father’s love, always feeling second choice compared to their flawless, perfect-in-her-father’s-eyes older sister and heir to the throne Rhaenyra (don’t hate me on this, I love Rhaenyra too), whose faults and shortcomings never seemed wrong to her father. And then Aegon, tries so hard to be the heir that only Alicent sees in him, but “it will never be enough.” Helaena is completely ignored by her father, and that is even more evident in the dinner scene where he doesn’t seem to be even remotely interested in what she is saying about her married life with Aegon. And then Aemond loses an eye and still has to see his father defend Rhaenyra and her sons with the other one. I’m sure he was thinking, “what else should I do for you to notice me, or what else should happen to me for you to show me you care?”

What I’m saying is, all those years of neglect from Viserys and the accumulated hurt that his children feel towards him are very easily turned against Rhaenyra in the end. Viserys did not protect ANY of his children from the consequences of his own careless actions and even if he didn’t take part in the Dance, he is the main instigator of the events to unfold. He made sure Rhaenyra distanced herself from her siblings by being distanced from them himself. He made sure Alicent felt uneasy with the line of succession and the future of her children due to his lack of interest in them. So, Alicent literally took on the role of the SOLE PARENT who had to take care of them, by any means, as best she knew how.

So, yes, Alicent in her complex relationship with Rhaenyra and Viserys does feel resentment because she was second choice, always less important, always suffering alone, always undermined in her role as mother and protector of Viserys’ children. But even more than Alicent her children feel undermined and betrayed by their own father and the girl he loved the most, Rhaenyra. So to those who praise Viserys for loving her, that’s not enough. Being a parent doesn’t mean loving ONE of your children. Being a parent means loving ALL of your children equally and showing them that. This is where Viserys failed, and this is where the succession crisis comes from. If his children felt loved and secure, and Alicent felt that her children would be safe and well cared for, they wouldn’t be feeling the need to claim the throne.

Now, all of Viserys’ family has to fight bitterness and resentment, make one wrong move after another, and raise their defenses against a practically invisible enemy, since they all craved and wanted the same thing all along: his attention and love, a place to belong, his assurance that whomever they were mattered, that they could have their own place in court without having to fit into one-dimensional standards, and that they would always be enough.

I feel like Rhaenys on dragonback in that crucial moment at Aegon's coronation senses that yearning, and even though she has the chance to destroy the greens and make sure her dying cousin gets his wish to see Rhaenyra on the Iron Throne, she knows how it feels to be on “the other” side. She knows how it is to hope for something, to long for approval, to fight for what you think is yours, and I dare say she identifies with the feeling of resentment and betrayal that possesses Alicent and her children more than she lets show. It’s “not her war to begin” but she knows it has already begun. And she sides with the blacks politically. But she damn well knows how the greens feel too.

[thewitchqueenofharrenhal]

I really don't like the Blacks but some Team Green are straight up unhinged. Rhaenyra has consental sex with three men in her life but she was Cole's rapist and abuser so him being dedicated to trying to destroy her and her children is completely justified and not based at all on his internal misogyny and her rejection of him.

The whole team agenda on both sides is ridiculous and weird. I just go along with whatever is more interesting to me.

I love book Rhaenyra and fall strongly with her storyline in the textbook that is F&B. Sadly show Rhaenyra has been really cookie cutter and boring to me thus so far I enjoy Team Green in the show more on account of them all being weird,deranged and generally more compelling. Like oh Alicent is a misogynist for not kneeling down to Rhaenyra - woman power!. No actually I think Alicent doing what’s best for her and her family is actually feminist and the fact that it’s at odd with her friend, who’s good and wants to rule, and the fact that it involves crowning her monstrous son, that’s interesting to me.

But yeah people on the Team Green side can be just as out of hand and act vile and generally misogynistic. I think unfortunately anything **ASOIAF** related*** just becomes a cesspool fandom. People don’t know how to act or treat each other with respect, trust me I’m not immune to it myself, but you have to make a conscious effort to not fall into that grossness.

With that being said I really enjoy show Criston Cole, (I hate book Criston Cole. I think he’s just as disgusting and vile as book Daemon and I hate that no one protected book Rhaenyra).

I think show Criston *generally* believed himself to be a good person and really aspired to that. Mind you he’s living in a fuedal era where he despite being a minor nobility doesn’t really have much going for him besides his impeccable skills as a warrior (murder) LOL.

And then he meets the Princess and she’s gorgeous and she’s close to age with him (I think hotd show ages still don’t make sense to me) and she brings him so high up, far higher than he ever thought he would be, and he’s so indebted, and he hears her (at least he thinks he does) he really hears her concerns for years and I truly think he does fall in love with her. I think their sexual scene is initially fraught with *weirdness in consent, I’m sorry but I do*…. I don’t think he was r*ped btw the weirdness in consent applies on both sides (Rhaenyra being drunk just abused by Daemon, Cole is her for lack of a better word protector/guardian etc) and when it all falls apart when he offers her what she said for years she’s *wanted*. I think he can’t help but feel what was it all for then? Did I mean so little? to ****feel**** like an *** object ***to someone so superior to you must be really damaging. Again I’m not saying he’s right, I’m saying he probably ***feels**** right and I do think that’s interesting.

This is also controversial on my part so forgive me if you disagree but I think Cole did flip teams on account of his resentment and hurt at Rhaenyra’s rejection but I don’t think that was all of it. I think he really believes Alicent is giving him a *second chance* at being *honorable*. Keep in mind he was about to kill himself when Alicent comes across him.

Which like to get off point but what does honor really mean in a feudal society like Westeros? Is it bashing old men’s heads into a table, is that it? I really enjoy the dynamic with knights that GRRM injects into work, as we’ve seen with Jaime.

Again I think it’s *interesting*. I also think how he and Alicent have cleaved themselves to each other is really compelling and I enjoy it. For better or for worse they’ve built themselves a damaged little family and I’m here for it, so while yes initially I think resentment caused Cole’s actions I do think he now inherently fights for his damaged little charges those being Alicent, Aemond, Aegon, Helaena etc. Mind you he was there at Driftmark, I think people forget because Alicent isn’t a perfect victim, that she is still a victim and no it’s not just because of Otto.

For better or worse these characters have made their beds and now will lay in them.

Is Cole misogynistic, oh I’m sure he is lol. Like for a fact in show and in book without question. It’s a feudal era society, every single man in Westeros is misogynistic to one degree or another, I’d argue so is just about every woman as well. He’s vile and he has a twin on the other side named Daemon lol. It’s interesting, vile men committing vile crimes for their families.

[bohemian-nights]

I don’t know, I feel like actors don’t always get the character they play ‘right’ and that’s the problem with these movie/show adaptations of books. Hotd was a big mistake, I don’t think I’ll ever change my stance on that, mostly because of all the racism and hate in the fandom and from the producers/directors. If the show runners just make a fanfic version of a book, I really don’t understand the point, it’s infuriating, especially to the original book readers. I get attached to minor characters and it really just fucks with me because they rarely get treated well or are as uplifted as they should be! I go a little overboard with this stuff, it’s a problem and I know that, but it would just be so nice if showrunners didn’t diverge so much from the original canon material! With the hotd promos, they genuinely piss me off. I’m not team black or team green, I’m really not, I only genuinely like a few people on the show (which do happen to be team black, but I can’t really say that I like the other people on said team). I regret watching the show and getting into the fandom, I wish I could go back and never watch it, that’s how messed up it’s got me. I just hope s2 is not as disrespectful as s1 bc I’ll still watch it, but I must admit I don’t have much hope of that, especially with how the actors speak of it, it just gives me the ick. It’s not wrong for “family” to hate each other or have problems with eachother. Team black is not this perfect family (and team green isn’t either, not at all) and it’s so stupid for people to try and say they are. At the end of the day it’s fiction, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be the least bit realistic with strained dynamics. For example, it’s okay if the dragon twins have some resentment for rhaenyra and daemon, I’m not saying that they do, but it would be perfectly fine if they did. It would be normal. It doesn’t mean they ultimately hate daemon or rhaenyra, but it doesn’t have to be one or the other either. Team black loves to act as if rhaena&baela adore rhaenyra and they very well might, but if you were to argue that they might dislike or are just not close with her for very understandable reasons, all hell would break loose. As someone who primarily follow people who are team black and pro rhaenyra I know I would be hated on hard if I even suggested the dragon twins held some resentment from when they were younger (which is why I’m saying this anon rn lmao). And I’m not even hating on rhaenyra, I’m just trying to step in their shoes ig. At the end of the day I wholeheartedly believe laena will be the most important woman figure to them regardless of how they feel and that can be enough. I just love mother -children relationships and hotd fandom loves to ignore minor ones :/

Sorry for the rant, I’m honestly just rambling and trying to get some ridiculous frustration off my chest. Hopefully you don’t think I’m too crazy lmao

🫂I feel you anon especially about the going back in time part. Funnily enough I almost wasn't going to watch this crap because I was still upset with how GOT ended.

However, they got to me with of the addition of the Black cast. I should've known though that it was a fucking trap to get Black people to watch this shit show and that they had no actual intention of doing right by the Black characters, but nope I decided to be a dummy.

Two years later and now I’m here 🤦🏽‍♀️ Having to witness take after take on how every Black(ish) character is unimportant, irrelevant, interchangeable, and only there so the show can appear to be “woke—unless of course they need them to bash a character they hate more.

Poor Laena gets shafted constantly and mocked for being second best and people barely want to admit she’s her girls mother, but then when it’s time to bash Alicent then they want to admit she was shafted.

Baela and Rhaena are barely talked about unless it’s to say how they can replace Nettles(or to mention how Missy Anne did in fact have daughters…. daughters who refer to her as my queen or princess and named their kid after who again? I believe it starts with a L).

Daenaera is non-stop depicated as the lightest mixed girl (if even that) that one can find(and that’s a feat cause there aren’t any actual Black women on this show), but then they want to use her being “Black” to accuse people they have beef with of racism.

Laenor is made into a bum(that’s more the showrunners fault, but people go in on him unnecessarily).

Vaemond is absolutely hated and Corlys, Addam, and Alyn are liked so long as they don’t go off script(which anyone who has read the books knows that Corlys and Alyn are going to go off script)….

Don’t get me started on Team Green who is less outright with their racism, but they aren’t right either.

Can't say that this fandom is the worst or the most racist cause unfortunately I’m seeing the same pattern play out in several other fandoms I’m apart of, but a large portion of this fandom shouldn’t interact with other people until they’ve seen a shrink.

The show is just not good enough for people to be going this crazy about it, but I digress. Honestly though I say all this, but I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t care for this show or fandom anymore.

I mean I’ll get re-energized when Nettles shows up, but outside of that I couldn’t care less on what happens. I’m not going to even bother watching the new season, I’m just focusing on completing these fics(I’m determined to have What We May Mend done before the end of the year) and then I’m bouncing till 2026, and if Nettles isn’t there—

🤣🤣🤣Okay I shouldn’t be so dramatic cause I’ll still be on here and this ask box will always be open, but my time of being in the HOTD fandom will have reached it's conclusion.

[animatorweirdo]

Imagine drifting away into Middle Earth with dragon eggs

(This was kinda inspired in my discussion with the three wild dragons. I began to think how would Dany’s three eggs end up in Middle Earth and this is what came to mind. A little note: I know little about the Hotd books and only seen the show, so this might not be totally accurate so please don’t attack me for the details. I hope you enjoy)

(Also, reader is a male in this)

Warnings: might have some spoiler alerts, angst, death, violence, poor Helaena who deserves better, violent sea, sea snakes, possible dead characters and near drowning. 

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-You were one of the dragon keepers of the Dragonpit. 

-Your father was a dragon keeper. He often took you there to see the magnificent mounts of the House Targaryen. You grew up adoring the dragons, and as time passed, you became a dragon keeper like your father. 

-You understood them deeply and treated them as more than just animals or mounts used for war. You even grew a special bond with one of them, the beautiful blue dragon, Dreamfyre. 

-She belonged to queen Helaena, but since you grew up together – Helaena did not mind you sharing a bond with her dragon. You two often spent time together with Dreamfyre. 

-Helaena was kind and sweet, and you did not mind her fascination with bugs and the strange words she often said. 

-You adored listening to her, and she equally liked listening to you when you talked about the dragons and the latest clutches of eggs. 

-You could even say you were in love with her, but since she was already married to her vicious brother. You did not push your boundaries. Even though: it pained your heart to see her neglected and alone in such a loveless marriage. 

-You were happy to be her friend and a confidant she could talk to when things in the court became too much to handle. You always tried to offer your best advice and comfort her when she needed a moment to cry. 

-It made your heart break when the blood and cheese happened as you knew how much she loved her children. 

-You had a chance to know them since Helaena sometimes brought them to see you and the dragons, so hearing how one of her sons got brutally murdered made you feel sorrow for her and her innocent boy. 

-You wished to comfort her, but you were not allowed to see her because why would a dragon keeper want to see the queen. You had no business talking with her. 

-So, you couldn't go and see her or check how she was handling the aftermath. 

-You learned of her death when Dreamfyre suddenly broke out from her chains, screaming in fright and pain. You knew about the bond Targaryens shared with their dragons, so you knew something was wrong with Helaena. 

-You rushed out of the Dragonpit to find her, but it was already too late.

-She had killed herself, and you couldn’t do anything but hold her dead body and cry for her and the god’s forgiveness. 

-It was a day when the most innocent Targaryen died and the day when your heart shattered forever. And it was all because of her brother’s selfishness to have revenge over an old grudge. 

-After Helaena’s funeral, you broke into tears in the shadows of the Dragonpit with no one but Dreamfyre to mourn alongside you. 

-The wound in your heart never healed, and you watched as the greens and blacks fought each other for the iron throne, people and dragons dying from left and right. 

-It was a bloody massacre. 

-You felt resentment toward the royal family. The greens started the whole mess, but the blacks were no better as they used inhumane tactics to ensure their victories. 

-You were glad it finally ended when queen Rhaenyra took control of King’s landing, and the greens were apprehended. Even though: you did not welcome them when they arrived. 

-You took care of their dragons and had pleasantries meeting prince Joffrey, who was a stubborn-headed boy but equally loving toward dragons like you, so you found something positive about him. 

-You found his presence annoying at first, especially when he knew little about dragons and their nature. You often stopped him from doing reckless things like mounting his dragon without a saddle or trying to feed the other dragons without proper safety measures. 

-You tried teaching him how to interact with dragons, and he listened — most of the time. 

-Other times, you walked him out of the Dragonpit and told him to come back when he had permission from his mother since he had a reckless habit of secretly coming to the pit. You are confident he sometimes comes just to bother you. 

-The little boy infuriated you to the core, but over time you grew to care for him in a way. 

-The little prince was lonely since his mother was still grieving the loss of his two brothers and didn’t allow him often to do anything. He would come to you since you listened to him more than anyone. 

-It made you feel sad because he reminded you of Helaena. 

-When Joffrey told you about a person named Shepherd, you became concerned about the news and rumors that spread across the city. The whispers about how dragons are the spawns of the devil. 

-It left you anxious since queen Rhaenyra brushed off the rumors despite evident signs of unrest among the people. 

-Before the storming of the Dragonpit, you were doing the simple round, checking on the dragons and Dreamfyre’s latest clutch of eggs. 

-She was protective of them, barely allowing anyone but you to check on them. It made your heart feel warmth that she only trusted you with her eggs and sadness since it made you think how Helaena would have loved seeing her dragon’s newborn eggs. 

-You were startled when you saw the queen’s dragon, Syrax, missing from her den. 

-You were even more terrified when you learned she was outside and Joffrey was riding her. 

-You knew dragons would throw off anyone who was not their rider. As you couldn't ride a dragon, the only plan you could think of was to release Joffrey's dragon, Tyraxes, and tell him to save Joffrey.

-Tyraxes quickly acted when he saw Joffrey fall from Syrax’s back, and you held your breath as you watched the situation unfold, fearing for Joffrey’s life. 

-Joffrey was near hitting the pointy roofs of the castle, but Tyraxes managed to catch him just in time – carefully gliding back to you as Joffrey was hanging from his dragon’s claws. 

-You caught Joffrey when Tyraxes dropped him to you. 

-You checked if he was alright before giving him the biggest scolding of his life. You were mad that he would secretly come to the pit and try to ride someone else’s dragon, putting his life in grave danger. 

-You made sure he knew what would have happened if Tyraxes didn’t catch him in time. 

-Joffrey apologized, then explained he was worried about the dragons and wanted to prove he could be brave like his brothers. He wanted to prove to his mother that he was not a helpless child. 

-You felt pity and hugged him, telling him you were glad he was alright and explained that his death would only cause more pain to his mother, and he took your words for it. 

-You ordered Tyraxed to return into the pit, then tried to walk Joffrey back to the castle, but then Shepherd and his savage flock of people arrived, separating you from the guards and leaving you defenseless. 

-You pushed Joffrey behind you, covering him from the violent mob who sought to cause harm to you and the dragons. 

-You managed to escape by going to the Dragonpit and blocking the door. You were taking the rounds by yourself, so you and Joffrey were all alone with an angry mob banging on the doors. 

-Fearing for the lives of the dragons inside the pit, you told Joffrey to help you unchain them all. 

-While Joffrey was helping you, you yelled in Valyrian at the dragons to warn them that they were in danger.

-You unchained Dreamfyre and told her she needed to leave, and to your surprise, she seemed to understand as she tried to comfort you from the fear and anxiety you felt during the moment. 

-You took a bag and grabbed her eggs. 

-You knew another way out of the Dragonpit, so you guided Joffrey and Tyraxes out of the pit with Dreamfyre. 

-Unfortunately, some dragons did not heed your warnings and were left behind to face the mob when they broke through the doors. 

-Your heart mourned for them, but you hoped they would survive the ordeal since they were not chained. They had a fighting chance. 

-When you found your way out of the Dragonpit. Dreamfyre and Tyraxes took flight as you escaped with Joffrey on foot. 

-You navigated through the path into the city, where you both witnessed a violent battle between the mob and the queen’s guards. 

-You tried to escape unnoticed, but soon some of the people in the mob came after you and Joffrey. They managed to surround you, calling you heathens and protectors of the flying devils. 

-Joffrey cried and hugged you as they held weapons and came closer, ready to kill you in cold blood. You held onto Joffrey and Dreamfyre’s eggs as you feared this was the end for both of you. 

-Tyraxes appeared to your rescue, sprouting fire upon the angry mob, and Dreamfyre landed right behind you, roaring and spitting fire upon those that dared to come near you. 

-You were glad she came to protect you and Joffrey. However, to your surprise, she then lowered herself down to you. You were astonished because she was asking you to mount her. 

-You two shared a close bond, but you always believed only a Targaryen was allowed to mount a dragon. 

-You asked if she was sure, and when she crumbled in approval, you almost saw Helaena in her gentle eyes. You quickly picked Joffrey, telling him to climb on her back before climbing yourself. 

-As Joffrey sat in front of you, you yelled for Dreamfyre to fly. 

-Dreamfyre pushed herself into the sky, saving you from the spears and arrows thrown at you. 

-When you saw the people who stormed the Dragonpit, holding the heads of the dragons that remained. You grew angry and yelled out a command to fire. 

-Dreamfyre heeded out your command and burned the people below you into ashes. 

-However, when you saw Tyraxes getting injured and the battle not calming down. You told Dreamfyre to fly away from the fighting. You didn’t want to risk losing Tyraxes in the bloodshed. 

-Joffrey yelled for Tyraxes to follow, and you both flew away from King’s landing, away from the violent battle. 

-You flew far away till you found a place where you could rest. 

-You looked after Tyraxes’s injuries and then tried to comfort Joffrey, who was crying and shaken by the experience. 

-He was worried for his mother and asked if you would go back with him to see her. 

-You told him you'd see her together once things calmed down. Your assurance that his mother was probably fine gave him some comfort.

-He huddled close to you, and you did not mind since he was a young child. He went through something no child should experience at their age. Even you barely handled it well. 

-You felt regret that you couldn't save the other dragons. They were innocent, yet the people slaughtered them like lambs. It made you feel horrible and like you failed as a Dragon keeper. 

-After resting through the night. You flew together through the sky to seek a safer place for yourself. 

-Joffrey was calmly sleeping in front of you as he was still tired after the long night. 

-You decided to fly to the sea to avoid detection. You were not sure if it was the right time to return to King’s landing, so you wanted to take Joffrey and the dragons somewhere safe before looking into it. 

-You did not realize you had got into something unknown when clouds and mist began to form around you. 

-You began to feel anxious when it was hard to see through the fog.

-Tyraxes kept up with Dreamfyre, so you were not afraid of losing him. 

-Joffrey woke up and asked where you were, but you did not know how to answer because you did not know where you were going.

-The wind suddenly became more powerful, and the sea below you started moving in violent waves. You had a bad feeling when you heard rumbles of thunder in the distance. 

-You told Joffrey to hold on as it began to rain and thunder. 

-The waves grew enormous, so Dreamfyre had to fly higher to avoid getting hit. 

-You struggled to hold on to Dreamfyre as she flew through the violent wind and storm. 

-Joffrey begged you to turn back as he was getting scared. 

-You looked around, trying to find land, but then you noticed something in the water. It was something big, and it was moving. 

-Tyraxes let out a roar, seemingly threatened by something, and before you even knew it, a giant creature appeared out of the sea. It was big and had a long serpentine body, so the only description you could have was a gigantic sea snake. 

-It came right at you, mouth open with razor-sharp teeth. 

-Dreamfyre managed to dodge the attack but then dumped on its tail, causing you and Joffrey to fall off her back into the sea below. 

-You both screamed when you got encased by the freezing water. You held onto Joffrey and Dreamfyre’s eggs, trying to remain above the surface. 

-The giant sea snake roared and came at you, ready to eat you whole. Joffrey screamed in fright as you both hugged each other. 

-Dreamfyre and Tyraxes fired at the snake, turning its attention away from you and Joffrey. 

-You both watched as your dragons tried to battle the giant sea snake, breathing fire through the thundering storm. 

-Dreamfyre attacked, but then the sea snake bit down on her leg, pulling her down into the sea. You screamed out to her, fearing to lose her like you lost Helaena, helpless and unable to do anything. 

-The sea snake’s body caused the waves to separate you from Joffrey. 

-Screaming, you tried to reach him, but the waves swept you away, and soon you lost sight of him in the storm. 

-At that moment, you prayed for God's mercy. 

-You struggled to keep yourself above the surface while holding onto Dreamfyre’s eggs as you drifted away into the unknown. 

-When the storm calmed down, and the sea snake was nowhere to be seen, you couldn't do anything but swim through the foggy sea. 

-Your muscles ache after swimming for so long. You could feel the fatigue trying to take hold of you, but you didn’t let it happen because if you did – you would die. 

-You were tempted because you weren’t sure if you could continue after losing Dreamfyre and Joffrey. 

-You were tempted to let go and allow fate to take you. 

-Your body became too tired to move, so you floated for a while, contemplating if you should give in or continue. 

-Dreamfyre’s eggs were the last thing that held your sanity. 

-You wished for them to live and have a chance of freedom, but you were not sure if you could even give them that anymore. 

-You were ready to die, so you closed your eyes and prayed the afterlife would be much kinder. At least you would be reunited with Helaena, Dreamfyre, and Joffrey. 

-Your consciousness kept you awake when you heard voices and sensed something big moving beside you. You felt hands dragging you out of the water, and your body suddenly became heavy. 

-You dropped against the floor, your muscles screaming in pain, and your eyes dropped down without control. 

-You heard the people talk in a strange language, and before your vision faded, you saw their ears oddly pointy. You then passed out into the dream realm, so you silently prayed these people were not pirates and took the eggs, the only things you had left in this cruel world.

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

HOTD 1x10: Daemon Targaryen

People are only thinking with their feelings. They need to analyse the entire episode, and previous episodes with an objective eye. To their defence, it’s true that many Daemon scenes were cut out this season. 

But let’s not forget that Daemon was the one holding everything together in that episode even when he himself was falling apart, grieving his brother and his daughter that the Greens took away from him.

A tragedy is the destruction of something beautiful. For this very reason, I think the show has not invested enough on loving moments between Rhaenyra and Daemon after they get married. Their best moment was 16 years before. So I guess we do need 13 episodes for season one.

Let’s not forget that Rhaenyra never wanted to change Daemon. She loves him for who he is. Rhaenyra literally persuaded him to stay in Westeros and get married for him to fight for her throne and their family, and that’s what he’s doing.

Unfortunate as it was, it made sense for his character to react as he did. Rhaenyra even said Madness had taken him earlier in the episode, because he wouldn’t go to her while she was giving birth. He focused on plotting his war because he was emotion wreck. He doesn’t show his emotions on the outside, but keeps it bottled up. The most we saw were teary eyes and his violent outburst against his wife.

We only see Daemon be physical with her once, which I can argue suggests this was the first time he ever did that, due to how shocked Rhaenyra was. Now, if he never touches her like that again in future seasons, then we can argue it was one time thing that he regretted. He was about to cry afterwards.

Hell, I’m kinda suspecting that was also the reason he went to Vermithor. He could have been borderline suicidal. Or just so cocky that he didn’t care about dying, so long as he got the second largest dragon used to human again.

Everything he does is for family. But he isn’t a good, moral man. He hurt her because he thought she is going to become like Viserys, a weak ruler unable to crush rebellion. He lost a brother, a daughter, learned his brother didn’t trust him enough to tell him about the prophecy, and thought his wife was contemplating bending the knee. The hot-headed man needs to fight for his wife, name and pride but she wants to preserve the realm because of a freaking dream?

After Rhaenyra smiled and mocked him with « he didn’t tell you », given how agitated he was, it was a miracle he didn’t do anything more drastic. Or maybe, he wanted for her to react or kiss him or hit him in retaliation. One simple thing would have made them on equal footing while keeping the essence of their relationship intact. Can you imagine episode 1-5 young Rhaenyra would have taken shit from Daemon without retaliating? No. 

I do ship them. But they are human, and humans make mistakes. I can understand the reason he laid his hands on her, in a moment of utter weakness born from loss, stress, anger, and fear that she was going to bow before the people who Daemon believes murdered his brother, and possibly thinks just murdered his daughter due to the stress Rhaenyra just suffered.

We also saw that when he learned about Luke, he hesitantly approached her, held her hand to comfort her, and she looked at him not in anger, fear, or resentment, but sorrow. The ending shows them holding hands. They still love each other, even after they fight. What I do fear is character assassination.

I do not, and will not, condone his actions, but I do understand why it came to that.

I just hope the show doesn’t destroy their relationship going forward. So much trauma and tragedy is about to unfold. Having Daemon and Rhaenyra remain in love until the bitter end would be a small light in the dark. Now, if in season two they change the whole relationship into an abusive one, that will ruin his character, ruin everything they set up in season one. He has many faults. He is grey. he kills for his family, but he is not immune to weakness. I can forgive and forget him hurting her in that one scene, as you can see the hurt in his eyes afterwards. The way the show portrays them, having pined fro each for over 15 years… I don’t know, it would disappoint me immensely.

They already meet such tragic ends, having them remain in love with other would be one small token of light.

So yes, that’s my rambling current thoughts. Hoping I’m not to repetitive, but I had to let out those out of my chest. It’s 4:47am, Bonsoir.

[bbygirl-aemond]

i was reading a meta about Rhaenyra's relationship with Harwin Strong and about Criston Cole and HAAAAAAA

In history, who is blamed for the dance, at least in the popular imagination, is Criston Cole the Kingmaker, who didn't like Rhaenyra and convinced brother against sister to fight and consequently ending the Targaryen dynasty

I'm pissed and I don't even like crispin cole that much 😭😭😭

The way that history blames him is so unfair like

oh god don't get me on my little criston soapbox ahaha but long story short i fully agree with you. criston is very bitter and has major anger issues, but it frustrates me how much people take his relationship with rhaenyra at face value rather than acknowleding how problematic it really was. i think it should spark some conversations about the double standards we hold men versus women to when it comes to experiencing sexual assault, because if criston and rhaenyra's genders were reversed i think fans' takes would be very different.

i've made a post here about why criston's ability to consent to rhaenyra was compromised. criston is canonically dornish (= poc, subjected to racism by other characters in the show including harwin), lowborn, and poor, while rhaenyra is valyrian (= white), as highborn as it gets, and super fucking powerful and wealthy. and she coerces him into sex in a situation where she literally holds the power to have him killed (if she accuses him of coming onto her) while he has no power at all. and he only takes this risk reluctantly, and under the false assumption that the sex means something. rhaenyra doesn't do this intentionally, but being oblivious to your power doesn't make it okay when you use it to pressure others into sex under false pretenses. like she just did not consider the implications of the power difference and of how much more criston risked than she did. of fucking course he's bitter, and of fucking course he hates her.

and i've made a post here about how and why criston ended up with the greens. alicent gave him a very real purpose and sense of healing after what happened with rhaenyra. she was one of the only characters to treat him like he wasn't lowborn, dornish, and poor. she entrusted him with herself, and with her children, and literally brought him back from the brink of suicide. of course he loves her, and of course he'll do anything to protect her and her children. he raised those children when viserys would not (think of how many times he rightfully gives viserys the stink eye in the show, there's very much stepdad-esque resentment there). and the political threat to them is very much real (maybe i should make a separate post about this, but there's one here that i think does a good job). honestly, the fact that he was defending them against rhaenyra was probably only a small bonus. obviously he hurts other people, including innocent people, in the name of protecting his loved ones- but like so does literally every other character involved in the dance lmao.

long story short: criston's actions were very much based out of a love and desire to defend the family he'd built, not so much around his hatred of rhaenyra, though that was probably the cherry on top of the cake. i'm not surprised history remembers him so poorly though, given how bigoted westeros is towards dornish, lowborn men like him. because how dare someone actually fight for their position rather than being born into it, am i right?

[themotherofhorses]

Hi ! Concerning the upcoming death of Handmaid and their children, what if one of them survived, the brown haired little girl, because b&c didn't think she was Aemond's since she doesn't have his looks ?

Also, another question, are Alys and Aemond going to be an item after Handmaid's death in your universe ? Like, she reminds him so much of handmaid that he transfers his feelings toward her ?

guys im never ever going to write aemond x alys, the thought of such makes my tummy hurt nooo 😭

think of momma alys like a mix between rhaenyra and cersei. she deeply resents the targaryens/greens for stealing away her only daughter. “she was mine and you took her from me. why did you do that?”

she’ll hate aemond because, in her eyes, her daughter (+ grandkids) were murdered under his watch and protection. he allowed it to happen. if he “loved her” like he claimed, then she would still be alive.

aemond’s too loyal, too besotted. he’ll die with his final word being his handmaid’s name.

but honestly i dig the idea that their youngest survives due to her strong features- safe and unharmed in the closet where her mother hid her in desperation. she’s the spitting image of her mother, and aemond’s last connection to his love.

[maidragoste]

questions:

- how does the sea dragon affect the relationship between the green children and rhaenyra’s children? would aegon, jace, and luke still bully aemond? or would aegon and aemond hate them even more b/c they are a stain on their other mom’s reputation?

- how are sea dragon and larys’s treated by both the greens and the blacks based on the assumption that both sides know that they are technically bastards

Hi anon, your questions are really interesting.

1) The relationship between green and black children is going to be more tense. As you say the existence of Jacaerys, Luke and Joffrey is a disgrace to Reader's reputation.

I think the dynamic is going to be like in the book. They always got along badly. In the series I feel like Aegon befriended the Strong kids because they don't have any expectations of him and they love him. I feel like the Strongs give him the validation that his family doesn't. But here with Reader he was always loved and his childhood is totally different so there is no reason for him to be friends with Jacaerys and Luke.

I don't think Aegon intimidates Aemond because he knows that Reader would be the first to punish him and also he loves his little brother. He knows that this is a sensitive subject for Aemond. In fact I think that the issue that Aemond does not have a dragon and the Strong boys do add more resentment towards them. They are bastards, they shouldn't have dragons, they shouldn't be heirs to the throne either.

2) I think you asked how both sides treat Reader and Larys's twins. To be honest, I don't think the black know that Aethan and Alyn (YES, WE ALREADY HAVE A NAME FOR THE TWINS) are actually Larys' children. Harwin would never tell Rhaenyra because he knows that he would only endanger Reader and the children. Despite everything, he continues to love his wife, so he keeps the secret of paternity and cares for the children as if they were his own.

The truth is I don't think either side treats Reader's children differently because, as I said in another post, people will never suspect that they are bastards since for the court it doesn't make sense for Reader to be with Larys. They wouldn't even pay attention to the fact that Aethan has an eye like her father's because Reader would remind them that Alyssa Targaryen also had a different color eye, as if it were normal.

by the way, anon, if you write me again it would be nice if you choose your own emoji (except 👾 because someone else already reserved it) so I know how to identify you 😋

Anyway, I hope my answers have satisfied you and that you are well 🥰💖