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Hello friend!!!!! 17 and 7 for your choose violence ask game!

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17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

More 👏🏻 fun 👏🏻 Wolffe 👏🏻 fics

And maybe more with reader on her period.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because of how the fandom acts about them?

Oh boy, here we go... violence time... *slowly inching toward the door* I um, I don't hate, but I kinda don't like... *cough* uh, well, you see, the fandom is just a little annoying about... *grabs whatever's nearby as a weapon just in case* I used to like this character but now... *sweats* okayfineimsickofhearingabouttechallthetimeandnowidon'tlikethecharacterasmuchanymore *swan dives for cover behind my couch* 🫣💀

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣: 𝖧𝖾𝗂𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗈𝗇

the cast // series masterlist

chap. 1 || chap. 2 || chap. 3 || chap. 4

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Canon-Divergence, Targ!Cest, Implied Mentions of Same-Sex Romantic Relationships, Flirty Undertones, Some Slight Foreshadowing & Typical-Period Homophobia

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Teen!Rhaenyra Targaryen ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader, Teen!Alicent Hightower ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader, (Brief) Platonic!Ser Harrold Westerling ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader ✘ Teen!Rhaenyra Targaryen, Platonic!Queen Aemma ✘ Fem!Velaryon!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dragonrides across King’s Landing is enjoyable as one might think, especially when The Realm’s Delight urges her Lady Y/N to tag along. The female Targaryen royals; Princess Rhaneyra and Queen Aemma seem to admire a certain Velaryon girl, wishing to seek comfort and reassurance for very different reasons.

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𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Okay, my first chapter is done, tell me how you like it so far! Sorry for the delay, I was putting some finishing touches. If you wanna be tagged in this book, comment below and say ‘future tag’! Also go check out my tiktok page @/localgirlie, where I post videos relating to this fanfic!

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝟣

𝖲𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖮𝗇𝖾: 𝖤𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝖾

𝟏𝟏𝟏 𝐀𝐂

𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨’𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨

••••

Lady Y/N of House Velaryon and Princess Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, close cousins, and dear best friends, constantly updating each other about their lives. They’d known each other since the many years of childhood and had always been close.

Due to the close friendship between your mothers and political matters between your fathers, your handmaiden always packed an overnight bag whenever your parents decided to visit The Red Keep.

It was a splendid day to ride your dragon, Silverwing, out in the fresh air above the city skies. Simply for the fun, certainly not to convince your dear cousin Rhaenyra to finish her joyride and return to her princess duties.

Were you filled with outright urgency to have her back on the ground? Nope.

Regardless of your numerous attempts, it would have all been worth futile. Rhaenyra didn’t have a care in the world, sparing no expense to those around her. She lived in the moment alone, not doubting what could have been.

Not only was The Small Council hosting a discussion at this very moment but you were late. It would be noticeable the two teenage girls’ absences from the men’s council, wasting no chance to nitpick on the delay. Certainly not to your faces, they’ll be chastising the princess and her dearest Lady to the King himself. No one dared to defile Princess Rhaenyra or Lady Y/N, for the consequences were always quite fatal.

To secretly scrutinize the dragons was one thing but to blatantly insult the dragons was another danger in itself. Best to keep your humble opinion lingering around in your mind if you are smart enough to do so.

So, no you weren’t hurriedly urging the princess to return back to The Red Keep, for the sake of your status. Or the higher sake of hers as a Targaryen princess.

Instead, you allow her to enjoy herself, she requires a breather, and time to develop the recurring sense of another sibling being born. The Royal Targaryen family of three all had anticipated another child as Rhaenyra preferred a baby sister yet held no indifference to the unborn child’s gender.

Soaring and flying through the calm winds, you breathed in the fresh air, enjoying the nostalgic feeling. Going on dragonback was your favorite pastime alongside Rhaenyra, it was no secret nor have you considered it as such.

Allowing the wind to pass through your silver hair as Silverwing released occasional roars, whizzing above the commoners who stopped to glance. No view from below could compare to the ones over the clouds. Every dragonride spent with Silverwing further proved that the beast was displayed in complete adoration whenever you visited her.

You reminded her of her former rider, your great-grandmother Queen Alysanne, whereas she claimed you as her next rider.

The sight was for sore eyes, two female dragons and their female riders, content with each other’s company.

While Syrax was a carefree dragon, Silverwing was quick-witted with her movements. The mother-daughter dragon pair loved their time spent together, often skimming through the high skies and feasting on their well-prepared livestock.

You laughed, pulling onto the reins to control Silverwing’s sharp dodges made against Syrax.

“Would you slow down? It’s not a competition!” You laughed, the grip on your reins firm.

“It is to me!” She shouts back, turning around to face you, her silver hair flowing in the thick wind. You fought back an urge to roll your eyes as Rhaenyra smiled at your acceptance of her unsuspecting victory.

“We should head back to King’s Landing. Isn’t Alicent waiting for us?” You yelled over the sharp gusting winds.

“Yes, she is,”

Once the four of you landed safely on the broken terrace landscape of Dragonpit, you unbuckled your saddle from your waist. You quickly dismounted Silverwing, sliding down from her beautiful wings. As your shoes hit the dirty ground, you run your fingers against her rough scaly skin, gently tracing across it. Silverwing craned her head downward, giving more access to her vulnerable state, cooing as she blinked at you. She purred, shaking her head as you moved to pet her snout.

“My beautiful girl, Silverwing,” You kissed her nose, giggling when she nudged you backward in response. It was a soft shove, barely sending you a few inches away before you immediately embraced her again. She hummed, exhaling roughly, her hot breath radiating onto you.

“Should we leave you two alone?” Rhaenyra teases, sneaking up behind you.

Your interactions were different each time, but so unique in a way. In a way that only you and Rhaneyra could fully comprehend.

In truth, your relationship with the princess was complicated to say the least, typically swerving the line between platonic and romantic love. The Targaryen Princess always held a large role in your heart, but as your age and body progressed, so did your feelings toward her.

But still, you couldn’t openly express your affection for the silver-haired girl, reminded of the period you lived in. Where such love was forbidden and shunned, no one openly hated it but whispering around surely backfired. Then with the consistent whispers follows the judgement alongside the shushed snide remarks. Refusing to condemn yourself to a judgmental life, but once again, you weren’t living based on other’s opinions.

Most of the people who were most likely to talk about you were ranked as handmaidens and other ladies of the court, none of whom had a higher power.

None of those other highborn names were equal to both of your family names. The other common houses owned some land and livestock, but never true power. The real fiery power that House Targaryen solely possessed allied with the blinding sea salt of House Velaryon. Great Valryian houses came with many demands, and luckily you were a combined product of both.

Not when you were a bold Targaryen woman, who reclaimed one of the most notorious dragons.

Therefore, nobody divulged their inquiries about the closeness between the Princess and Lady.

Now, onto Rhaenyra…how could you describe her?

She was truly beyond any simple words to describe her fiery spirit, a true Targaryen woman embodiment, making her even more desirable. Even though she fully understood how her presence affected others, beaming in delight, she’d allow them to swoon over her. Her regal posture and swaying saunter, matched with the stunning outfits she modeled around the castle grounds.

A true princess, indeed.

“Very funny,” You plastered on a fake smile, squinting your eyes.

Silverwing tilted her head at Rhaenyra, almost teasing her to come any closer to you. It wasn’t threatening in any way, just a warm invitation to the reluctant princess. The mother-daughter dragon let out a synchronized shrill of laughter.

Syrax coddled into Rhaenyra’s touch, purring gently, luring the girl into her grasp. The she-dragon had roughly nudged her head against Rhaenyra’s body, basically thrusting her closer toward you, only further signifying true love surrounding the two girls.

Unknowingly to you, the few rushed padded footsteps behind weren’t an over-confident Rhaenyra. Surprisingly, it was a rather shocked and embarrassed princess.

You turned around to be met with an embarrassed Rhaenyra, who tried to keep her cool, failing miserably with each passing second. Her actions made your heart swell in her fondness, eyes twinkling in admiration as she stammered on her forthcoming words.

Making it easier for her, sparing some time to process her thoughts thoroughly. You piped up, tone playfully intriguing.

“Are you embarrassed or flustered, my princess? Or perhaps, both?”

Oh, curse all of Seven Hells! And that switch of sudden formalities sent her brain into overdrive. Yes, everyone else called her princess formally, so it was casual to hear frequently.

But this was coming from you. My princess. She was your princess. You spoke with a clear mixture of elegance and teasing when using formalities on her. It was getting hard for Rhaneyra to control her urges, especially with all these potential witnesses, disguised as workers for the castle. She couldn’t allow you to face dire consequences just for her lack of self-control. Besides, if she truly had the opportunity alone with you, confessions out in the open, this encounter would be very different. All alone in her chambers, with no disturbances, creating an intensified atmosphere, and intimate actions were taken.

During all of your time spent with the princess, she’d never expressed a nerve-wracking emotion such as embarrassment. Even if she hides her embarrassment, your annoying inkling detected it.

It has been a thorn lodged into her side for as long as she knew you. She had hoped that intuition would diminish for your time spent apart. But, sadly, it didn’t, only to flourish and become a source of irritation for the princess.

“Quite frankly, I’m unsure myself.” Rhaenyra maintained a timid voice, struggling to keep eye contact.

You hummed, unconvinced by her staggered voice, supposedly telling the entire truth. “If you say so, princess.”

While Rhaenyra denied your assumptions, Silverwing wasn’t so easily gullible.

However, the older dragon knew the true tension between her rider and the Targaryen princess was more than platonic. Not that the two teenage girls didn’t have anyone else fooled by their closeness. Others had keen eyes, their suspicions being proved right but didn’t dare speak up. Unless they wanted to be met with the terrifying fate of an open dragon’s mouth and the horrid spewing fire following after.

If given the chance, Rhaenyra would protect you, from bold smallfolk stating such accusatory titles unfit for a young princess having close relations with another female, more necessary what meets the eye. The young Targaryen princess would even go against her father’s strict orders, acting out if it regarded you.

How could she not? Especially when you meant so much to her.

Other than that, Rhaenyra would portray the bold daughter of Queen Aemma and King Viserys, the dutiful princess of the smallfolk, and more importantly, The Realm’s Delight, granted by all of the kingdoms to speak upon.

To fall prey to a man’s heart was deemed normal, an acceptance into society. Many people would congratulate the newlywed couple, praying blessings on future children and a great household. God forbid if a woman falls in love with another woman, then it’s considered improper, disgusting behavior.

But being a royal means your love and desire is not your own, but simply a piece of a board game called ‘The Targaryen Dynasty’. Most of the time, it’s unfair, depending on the compatibility of the betrothed or the dedication to developing a certain arrangement that pleases both spouses.

Being a Targaryen meant valuing your duty more than anything. Many gain the demanded power, the dragon blood coursing through their veins, and the ability to claim a worthy dragon.

Targaryens never made their living peaceful, well…some of them thrived on wars rather than peace. Even for one of the greatest houses, nothing else can create its downfall other than House Targaryen itself. Their dangerous dragons were a vital and powerful force. After all, it’s the very symbol used to describe Targaryens and their ascension to royalty.

Death. Dragons. Destruction. That’s all most people think about upon hearing the sacred name of ‘Targaryen’ whispering among many lips.

Is it better to be feared than adored? Would you gain support from genuine love or unwavering fear?

Eventually, Rhaenyra broke out of her trance, embarrassment tinting her cheeks once again.

“Did I break you?” You asked meekly, reaching out a hand for comfort. Stopped yourself halfway, unsure if Rhaenyra would accept it, and retracted your hand. Removing your black leather gloves and anxiously smoothing out your all-black rider’s outfit.

Confusion was laced on her face, eyebrows creased, “What? What do you mean?”

“You’ve never spoken with such shyness, you’re always bold and honest. Embarrassment is not also a common feature of yours.”

“I’ve never seen someone so smitten with their dragon,” Changing the subject was Rhaenyra’s best ideal option at the moment.

What else would she do? Further, embarrass herself in front of you? Gods, no, she had a reputation to uphold, not to wither away by your mere easygoing presence and gentle words. No matter how much of a cocky temptress you proved to be.

She stood a few feet behind you, weary of the older dragon’s sharp gaze. It was obvious Rhaenyra was embarrassed by her sudden fear of your dragon when she had been nothing more than kind to Silverwing.

After all, Silverwing was the most docile creature in the entirety of King’s Landing, maybe in all of the Seven Kingdoms. It made no sense why Silverwing immediately became annoyed by Rhaenyra’s presence.

Very anxiously, Rhaenyra waited for an answer, her body becoming tense and rigid, hoping you’d go along with it.

“Good news, now you have.” You retorted with a huff, oblivious to the obvious relieved look passing onto Rhaenyra’s face.

“Should you call Silverwing your beautiful girl, it’s a little too endearing for a dragon, is it not?”

The princess slowly stepped forward, losing her temporary fear of Silverwing, approaching you.

“Would you prefer I call you, my beautiful girl, princess?” You teased, maintaining her gaze while giving your dragon one last pet on her snout as she softly shook her head at the gentle touch. The Velaryon girl turned to her lovely dragon with a raised brow, “I think she would rather, Silverwing.”

Much to Rhaenyra’s dismay and slight surprise, the dragon nodded at your statement, glancing at the princess. Silverwing slowly opened her mouth, baring her many rows of teeth, displaying a similar action to a small taunting smile aimed at your dear cousin.

Only an amused chuckle left your mouth at Rhaenyra’s bewilderment. It was not often witnessing Rhaenyra being rendered speechless, only fueling your teasing.

“You’re not disagreeing, my princess. If there’s something you wish to inform me on, now’s the time for it.”

“No! I- I never said that, you implied that!” She argued, stammering over her own words, allowing the embarrassment to soak into her features. Any attempt of feigning indifference was now diminished, your cousin was aware.

Not that she’d like to admit, your simple words or gestures made her flustered. She felt absolutely embarrassed to be this flustered over a measly few phrases and bypassing touches.

Raising an eyebrow in confidence, you continued, “I wouldn’t be against it at all. For once in your life, you have to plead a little for good measure.” You grinned, “Would the Princess be considerate to begging for her own sake?”

In an instant, Rhaenyra blushed, an obvious shade of crimson red decorated her cheeks, and an overwhelming smile crept on her face. She tried to suppress it by straightening her relaxed composure or darting her eyes elsewhere.

No matter how she reacted, it was no use at all. You caught onto her movements quicker than anyone else could. Weirdly enough, Rhaenyra liked how easily you have her figured out every time without even trying.

Rhaenyra removed her gloves, giddy to focus on another task than maintaining your intense concentration. As small as it was, she was internally grateful for the little distraction. It was helping her cheeks to return to their normal skin tone, all porcelain with the distinctive Targaryen facial features.

“We should go, you’re delaying us even further.”

“Whose fault is that in the first place? It’s definitely not mine.”

She scoffed, ignoring your statement, retreating to the carriage. Of course, you were right, but the princess always had to have the last word. You knew it and she knew it. It was one of her many admirable traits you loved about your cousin, her unwillingness to back down from an argument even if she’s in the wrong.

“Welcome back, Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Y/N,” Ser Harrold greets, prompted high on his horse, “I trust your rides were pleasant,”

“Try not to look too relieved, ser.”

“I am relieved,” He admitted, “Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled. It saves my head from a spike,”

“You mustn’t worry too much about the princess, Ser. She can handle herself.” You replied with a fond smile.

“As can you, Lady Y/N.” He gave you a firm head nod.

Deciding to skip ahead of you, Rhaenyra approached your other friend, Lady Alicent, who was standing by the carriage. You chuckled at her flustered state, catching up to your cousin. Smiling ahead at Alicent, propped on the little carriage steps.

“How were the dragonrides?” Was the first thing to leave Alicent’s mouth with a shy soft smile.

Her eyes squinted in confusion, scanning Rhaenyra’s flushed cheeks, red as ever, making it very hard to ignore. The auburn girl leans closer to the princess, further analyzing the red tint of blush, and whispers to her. “What’s wrong with your face?” Her whisper was low, almost inaudible. So low, that you were unable to hear, despite you straining your ears to intently listen. Alicent was a soft-spoken girl so her voice volume was always at a minimum, having the ultimate advantage of blocking out gossipers.

“I’m fine,” Rhaenyra mumbled, swatting her friend’s hand away, shifting her attention elsewhere. Just avoid making eye contact with you. Everywhere but your piercing gaze that can immediately unravel her true feelings.

Alicent nodded, brushing over her flustered state, deeming it to the weather. The heat from the sun surely brought the redness to her cheeks, nothing else. Alicent had so naively claimed and stuck with it.

“Syrax is growing quickly,” Alicent commented, glancing at the golden dragon, who was intently watching the trio of girls interact. Silverwing has already been guided by the dragonkeepers into the dragon pit. Once you dismount her, Silverwing will disappear, your presence no longer beside her.

“She’ll soon be as large as Caraxes,”

Rhaenyra cleared her throat, the shy timidness in her voice replaced by her regular brazen tone.

“That’s almost large enough to saddle two,” Rhaenyra suggests, implying a future new rider for Syrax; Alicent, if she’s willing to experience the terrifying thrill.

“I believe I’m quite content as a spectator, thank you.” Alicent lifted the bottom of her dress, turned around, and entered the carriage. “For the both of you two, yes Syrax and Silverwing are beautiful, but I will not fly on their backs. I very much prefer to remain on ground level at all times.”

You nudged Rhaenyra’s shoulder, sending her a sly smile, venturing upon the little carriage steps. As expected, the princess kept her intense gaze trained on you, never diverging or faltering, not once.

To her, you were a stunning young woman. You flawlessly completed all the qualifications of marriage into a royal family.

If she were a man, her courtship would already pass, the wedding festivities between you two joyous as ever and the consummation would be passionate and meaningful.

If she were a man, she could do as she pleased, roam around the city whenever. Everything would be at her disposal and would receive little to no consequence. A life without consequences seemed entertaining enough.

But she was not a man. She couldn’t pursue an open romantic relationship with you. She could never court you nor she shouldn’t dream of marrying you. You are both women and couldn’t be thriving wives in a loving marriage.

Your movements halted midway onto the carriage steps, pausing and turning around at the other silver-haired girl.

“Are you to stare at me all day, my princess? If you find me breathtaking, there’s no shame in saying it.” You taunted her, your skirt slightly swaying in the wind.

The familiar flush on her cheeks returned, causing it to be more noticeable, realizing her gaze set upon you was longer than necessary.

Or maybe she was just confused. Did she really like you or were you just a mere distraction? Only until her Uncle Daemon’s sudden secret visits made an expectation.

“What controls your mind with such deep thoughts, princess?”

“Nothing of importance.”

“Your eyes fog over when you highly adore the thoughts running wild in your mind. Surely, it is of much importance.”

“How do you know that?”

“Your mimics?”

“Yes exactly,”

“Years of practice, your attitude stayed intact but your body language seems to defer from you. It’s very detectable when your mood changes.”

“Don’t you have nothing better to do with your time and energy?”

“I would if a certain princess should lessen her time spent with me. Now, I call that being observant.”

“That’s not what I call it.”

“What do you call it then?”

“You’ll never know anytime soon, will you?”

“For now. Your needs and inquiries are often fulfilled by me.”

“When you speak in that manner, you speak as if we’re romantically involved.”

“Should they not be? Who knows what will happen in the future?”

Your tone was insinuating, letting on more than Rhaenyra desperately needed to know. Her heart sped up and the blood coursing through her veins began to heat up.

Why must you be relentless when teasing her?

She swears your intentions are purely cruel when regarding her. Yet, she doesn’t demand answers from you, unless she’s truly too inquisitive.

“I beg your pardon, Lady Y/N.” Her statement was meant to be brazenly sharp, but the delivery was timidly startled. The purpose of her intended delivery and actual response didn’t seem to be conceded correctly. She muttered, cursing in High Valryian at her stupidity.

“My tongue has a mind of its own, princess. I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”

“Don’t apologize, I find it quite endearing hearing your thoughts out loud.”

“Perhaps if you like listening to my thoughts, I have something more intriguing to share.”

“Tell me, as your princess I command.”

“Okay, princess.” You huffed, a small grin gracing your face, taking a seat in the carriage. “We’re already late to the King’s council and we both smell of dragonback because someone wanted to go on a joyride.”

She groaned, walking up the small steps and into the carriage, sliding beside Alicent. The Velaryon girl was sitting across from her, merely an arm’s length away.

“And someone else agreed to accompany them on that joyride,” A footman closed the carriage door behind Rhaenyra.

“If I didn’t, you’d force me to go.”

With the horses’ hooves clicking against the dirty ground, the carriage started its journey back to King’s Landing.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.” Rhaenyra clicked her tongue, tilting her head slightly. You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip, holding Rhaenyra’s gaze. Her gaze shifted to the auburn girl, gulping down any growing desire, ridding her mind of impure thoughts while clearing her throat. “Tell us Alicent, why do you refuse to go on a dragon ride?”

“Alicent is too afraid of heights…it’s a common fear, one that I had developed not long ago,”

“See you understand, Y/N. I don’t see why Rhaenyra can’t do the same,”

“If you’re not up for the challenge, Alicent, just say so.” Rhaenyra smirked, “There’s no use beating around the bush.”

“You’re quite difficult at times, princess, are you aware of that?”

“You never make me forget so I’m obligated to prove it even more,”

“Oh, the Realm’s Delight at her finest moments,” You chuckled, glimpsing at your well-trimmed nails.

“Aren’t all my moments my finest ones, Y/N?”

“Maybe so,”

The carriage ride to The Red Keep was relatively a long one, but a relaxing one at that. While you kept your gaze out the carriage window, unknowingly Rhaenyra had her eyes intently focused on you, studying each facial feature perfectly.

The princess thought she was smart, thinking you were unaware of her lovesick staring but you were highly aware. You fought back a wicked grin, a hand resting underneath your chin as the silence overtook the carriage. It was best to not confess that the princess was admiring you, not so subtly either since Alicent caught on to Rhaenyra’s longing gaze. Her eyes followed Rhaenyra’s own, brows furrowed in confusion as she observed the silent connection.

So much palpable tension wafting in a royal carriage, yet so few words were exchanged.

But there was a certain glint in Rhaenyra’s eyes that exceeded beyond a platonic relationship. It was almost as if she was yearning for your touch, craving to hear those teasing remarks and desperate for even the slightest bit of attention. Safe to say, Rhaenyra, herself, didn’t understand these new feelings sparking within. Of course, this certain feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to the princess whatsoever, but a recurring one.

Unsure of these newfound recurring feelings for the Velaryon girl, she loomed her heart in denial, obtaining a different interest. Her uncle Daemon was another pursuit she often indulged herself in.

Did she harbor romantic affection for her Uncle Daemon? Or did she share them with her beloved cousin, Y/N?

••••

Now inside the castle gates, the trio of girls kept their arms looped together, the Velaryon teenager in the middle, giggling as you sullied the halls.

You rounded up the stairs, venturing closer to Queen Aemma’s birthing chambers. Finally entering the room, filled with busy maids scurrying around, continuing their daily tasks, attending to the Queen.

“Oh, Rhaenyra,” Queen Aemma rejoiced, fanning herself to keep cool. It was a hot strenuous morning, dousing everyone in sweat.“You know I don’t like you to go flying when I’m in this condition.”

“You don’t like me to go flying while you’re in any condition,”

“Your grace,” Alicent acknowledged her friend’s mother with a small smile.

“Good morrow, Lady Y/N and Lady Alicent,”

“Good morrow, Queen Aemma,”

“Believe me, Queen Aemma, I tried to stop her, but she’s stubborn.”

“She joined me, Mother,” Rhaenyra interjects with an eye roll, taking a seat before her exhausted mother.

“Only because she forced me!”

“False accusations. Is there anyone to vouch for your claims?” She asks, sharing a skeptical glance with the other highborn women, none objecting.

A sense of pride overtakes the princess’s facial features, ignoring the pointed gaze sent her way from you.

The Targaryen princess smiles in gaining another victory, “My point stands corrected,”

“Your point stands unfair.”

“Same thing.”

“No, but I’m one of the only people you’ll listen to.”

“That’s not a privilege most people can claim for, especially from a princess. You should be honored, tasked with such a great deal,” Rhaneyra firmly nods.

“Honoured, perhaps. Dealing with you frequently is a bigger burden than anyone else can handle,”

“Oh, so I’m a burden now?” The Princess raises her eyebrows.

“Don’t let it get to your head, my princess.”

You chuckled, venturing closer to the Targaryen women, settling right beside Rhaenyra.

“I’d like to believe that you’re in way over your head,” She turned her head slightly, eyes trained on your small movements.

“Believe what you must, my princess. You’ll still love me regardless.”

“Yes, I always will,” She mumbles to herself, glancing down at her lap before lifting her head.

“Did you sleep, your grace?” You asked the Queen.

“I slept.”

“How long?” Rhaenyra interrogates her mother.

“I don’t need mothering, Rhaenyra.”

“Well, here you are, surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe. Someone has to attend to you.”

At her daughter’s statement, The Queen remains silent, almost contemplating how to further proceed with the conversation.

She hits her foot on Rhaenyra’s dress, “You will lie in this bed, soon enough Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm.”

“Do you agree, Y/N? That women should be made to squeeze out children and nothing more?”

“Leave me out of this, she’s your mother and I’m not going against your mother. You’re on your own.”

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes at you, refocusing her gaze onto her mother.

How convenient must you be when siding with her mother instead of her?

“I’d rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory.”

The Queen laughs at her daughter’s comment, finding amusement in her words.

“We have royal wombs, you and I. The childbed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip.” The older Targaryen woman solemnly informs, both tone and expression filled with sorrow.

For a moment, Rhaenyra wondered about her future as a grown woman. Marriage and children ultimately occur later, mindlessly staring out at the window. She spares a glance your way, dread filling her mind with the mere thought of you being married off to a dense lord and swollen with his heirs. The thought creeping into her mind caused a grimace to appear on her face.

Not only would you forget about her, you’ll be leaving her in these castle walls. The very castle that you both grew up in. Many memories wandered passed these castle corridors, some rare ones too. By Rhaenyra’s remembrance, you lived in the Red Keep longer than Driftmark with your family.

All she wanted was for you, her and Alicent to remain unmarried and childless.

Is that so much to ask for? Apparently in this society, where men ruled the world, unfortunately, it was too much to ask for.

For once, women couldn’t be bound to marriage and be viewed as an incubator for their husbands. Taught to raise their children and care for the household. Knowledge was limited to women and men made sure of it. Only the Septas and highborn women gained the luxury of knowledge and owning a dozen historian books.

You sent your friend a tight-lipped smile, strumming your fingers against the fabric of the chair, watching as her attention redirected back to her mother.

“Now take a bath, you stink of dragon.” The Queen shoots you a teasing grin, “The both of you,”

“Together, your grace?” You jested, raising an eyebrow, moving closer to your cousin. That little gasp coming out of Rhaenyra’s mouth went by unheard. “I’m sure Rhaenyra would love that, wouldn’t you?” Your eyes met hers, enjoying the dilation in her brown eyes expanding to the very core.

“Hmmm….I reckon so. Would you like that, dear daughter?” Queen Aemma joined in on the teasing of her only daughter.

“Doesn’t matter what I want.”

“Yet you’re still dodging the question.” Your tongue clicked against your mouth at her reluctance to admit the plain truth.

The silver-haired princess chuckles, standing up from the small chair, ready to take her leave with Alicent.

“Will I get an answer or not?”

“Leave you guessing, that’s my way of things.”

“You’re a minx, princess.”

“Careful of the words you speak, I could have your tongue cut off for that.”

“You could but you wouldn’t.” You stepped forward, slow but subtle pace.

“Are you so sure?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You must think highly of yourself.”

“When a princess is righteously spoiling me, what mindset must I inherit?”

“An indifferent one.”

“So if I did that, you’d go overboard with the luxurious gifts, yes?”

“Things would take a different approach, I agree.”

“If anything, this is your doing, princess.”

“Is that so?”

You hummed in agreement, relishing your little banter. So ever as the innocent bystander, Alicent smiled at the interaction, and Rhaenyra tilted her head, brown eyes twinkling with fondness.

“I should have you know–“

“Stay behind Y/N, I seek your kind words.” Queen Aemma interrupts her daughter’s statement, knowing that conversation sparked much undeniable tension and Rhaenyra had little restraint.

The silver-haired princess, already standing, complied with her mother’s wishes, approaching the Hightower girl.

“Very well, I’ll talk to Alicent in the meantime,” Your cousin loops her arms around your friend and they leave the chambers.

“So, how the pregnancy’s treating you, your grace?” You seated yourself in the latter chair.

“To put it into short words, not very good. I fear I may not survive this one.”

“Oh well…” You frowned, glancing at her swollen belly. Queen Aemma was frightened, for herself and the developing babe. Your observations are keen and clever, nothing can get past you so there was no sense of hiding it. Evidently, her movements were just as predicted, her tense posture rolling on her emotions, her forehead creased heavily in frustration and her hand softly clutching her swollen belly.

After Rhaenyra, all of the Queen’s pregnancies were taken by baby boys and it was stressful, to say the least. According to Queen Aemma, the birthing pains were devastating but the grieving pains were far more excruciating.

You hoped to never experience the pain that The Queen succumbed to as Rhaneyra secretly made a vow to never produce heirs, for her own safety.

Sadly, none of the babes survived the birth or even endured the 9-month term as required. For a while, Queen Aemma gave up on birthing her husband any more children, for the sake of her health and well-being. Yet, she still attempted again and again, risking her health, bound by her marital duty, to fulfill the King’s need for a son, a male heir. Rhaenyra witnessed the toll it took on her weary mother, exhausted and desperate to provide a son for The Seven Kingdoms but her efforts were all in vain.

Seeing The Queen’s hopeful spirit vanish with each passing baby was too unbearable to watch.

Of course, this only further increased your worries, despite you not trying to show it, but the entire ordeal was beyond any control.

“Doubt is a common thing, but we shouldn’t let it cloud our perspective. We should have hope, maybe the gods might bless us and finally give the King a son, so you can stop suffering from pregnancies. I don’t even want to think, the outcome if we were to lose you, the effect it’d have on Rhaenyra….”

“My dear, you shan’t worry about the possibilities, it’s not your concern,” She places a hand on top of yours, squeezing the soft flesh. “And there’s something else you should know…”

“What is it, your grace? Shall I fetch for a chambermaid?”

“No, no, I’m fine, leave the chambermaids to their duties.”

“Then, what else might you inquire, your grace?”

“You never fall short of telling me the truth,”

“Of course,”

“So tell me the whole of it.”

“Your grace, please don’t mistake me as a deceitful girl. I’m nothing of the sort.” You reassured the older woman.

She nodded, appreciating your kind reassurance to ease any impending doubts lingering in her mind.

“If you harbor romantic feelings for my daughter in any way, you have my full blessing,”

“Excuse me, my queen?”

“Y/N rest assured I hold no ill feelings towards you nor is this an attempt of mockery,”

“You’re giving me a blessing over something that hasn’t come to pass yet?”

“Only time will tell,”

“So you’re hoping that me and Rhaenyra share affection for each other?“

“It may be now or years from now. All I know is that your relationship with Rhaenyra goes way beyond platonic.”

“What you’re implying is far-fetched, your grace.”

Somehow, you refused to believe her words, choosing to keep your hopes at a bare minimum. It was the best default option for you. As a result of either decision that occurs, you will remain neutral and hold no resentment towards Rhaenyra, your friendship overruling unrequited love. You intend to move past the eventual rejection or surprising acceptance, your heart lies in Rhaenyra’s words.

“Is it? I doubt that. I’ve seen the way my daughter looks at you, simply as you hold the moon and stars for her. As if only the two of you exist in this world and your bond is unbreakable. The love you share for one another is unconditional in so many ways.”

“My queen, since when are you so poetic with words? If I didn’t know any better, you sound more invested in this relationship than me.”

“I’m only invested because I know it’s true.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Instead of replying to your statement, she changes the entire conversation.

“Run along, now, Rhaenyra needs her partner in crime, and Alicent shouldn’t be led astray because of the princess.”

“Your grace, are you purposely dodging my question?”

She tutted you, shaking her head, “No I’m not, just delaying it, there’s a difference.”

“You amuse me, my queen.”

“Where do you think Rhaneyra got her humor from? Certainly not from her father.”

“Well wishes on your pregnancy, your grace. I truly hope the labors and recovery goes smoothly.”

“You’re not the only one.” She chuckles, dismissing you with the shoo of her hand. “Stop fretting about me and go find Rhaenyra. God knows, what will happen without you in her presence.”

“Plenty of mischief rooted from boredom, and ultimately more added stress to The King.”

“Go find her before she does.”

“So, I’m the princess’s protector, now?”

“Much more to her.”

“You have no regard for the peering ears or eyes, your grace? The maids or guards might overhear us and start rumors.”

“What will they do? They have no real power or authority to stand on because they all rely on the mere gossip of others, especially a royal family at that.”

“I see where Rhaneyra gets her resilience from, no doubt about it.”

“Hush now, I’m the Queen, they know to keep quiet about certain issues if they wish to remain employed.”

“Are you certain, your grace?” Hesitant crept onto your expression and you couldn’t bother concealing it.

“Yes, now stop being such a worrywart, it’s a horrible look for a Lady. Run along, for real this time.” She gestured her hand out to the chamber’s doors.

A faint smile carved at her lips, sensing the hesitation in your movements. Still, you ignored the slight hesitancy in your mind, getting ready to take your leave.

“I’ll see if I can visit you tomorrow before the tournament, your grace.”

“Until then, I’ll see you.”

At her command, you politely curtsied and left the chambers, searching for the rebellious princess. Besides, the princess couldn’t have gotten too far, especially with Alicent accompanying her, the girls would be easy to find.

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Desire and Blood (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen/Strong OC (Jaenara Velaryon)

Tags: AU - canon divergence, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, Targcest (uncle/niece)

Wordcount: 5.2k

Summary:

Against all odds, the love between childhood friends prevails and the Dance of Dragons is avoided.

However, peace comes at a cost. With the unexpected proposal of marriage between Alicent Hightower's son and Rhaenyra Targaryen's only daughter, can love truly blossom between sworn enemies? Or will Jaenara Velaryon be reduced to a mere pawn?

Love may yet arise where enmity once thrived, but Aemond's relentless pursuit of power threatens to shatter everything they hold dear, including each other.

Notes: Part one is linked here!

If you are liking this series, please consider showing some love on my AO3 posting of this fic :) thank you x

The doors to the council room chamber finally shut, leaving only Alicent and her two sons by themselves. A tense air looms overhead, and Aemond Targaryen sits stiff in his chair, considering all that has just happened. 

I am to marry Jaenara Velaryon.

A funny feeling settled at the bottom of Aemond’s heart. Truth be told, marrying his niece was far from the worst possible marriage partner he could imagine. Aemond would never speak it aloud, but he had always found Jaenara strikingly beautiful. While she did not bear the signature Targaryen white hair, she shared their bewitching lavender eyes. Hers had always been an interesting shade, he had thought. And Jaenara had a remarkably Valyrian face. Many people amongst the court — even his mother Alicent — had stated that Jaenara was a spitting image of Rhaenyra in her younger years.

Aemond also admired his niece’s curious personality, which was an understatement. One second, she could be as cold as the winters of the north. A moment later, she would exhibit a kindness and warmth only read about in stories. She was a welcome challenge, Aemond thought. 

Jaenara, he remembered, is also a skilled dragonrider. She had a strong bond with her dragon, and had quickly honed many skills and tactics that many within their family — including her brothers, had struggled with. 

Perhaps there was more to admire about this match than he initially believed. 

Aemond finally raises his gaze to his mother and brother.

“I never thought you’d be one to play matchmaker, mother.” Aemond tells his mother, the slightest hint of amusement in his tone. Amusement to mask his uncertainty. Alicent looks at him incredulously, wondering how her son could joke amidst such circumstances. 

“Oh you didn’t know?” Aegon scoffs, “Mother has already done this before. Can’t you see how happy Helaena and I are together? Surely you and your beloved bastard will also be a sight to behold.” 

Aemond opens his mouth to retort his brother's jabs but his mother beats him to it.

“Enough!” Alicent slams an open palm onto the table. Aegon scoffs once more and rolls his eyes. Their mother’s eyes hold sorrow. Guilt. She has nothing to say in rebuttal. What could be said in face of the cold truth?

Aemond is about to leave when his mother finally speaks: “You will speak to Jaenara with more respect from now on if you are expected to sit at her mother’s council…” she trails off, as if unsure of her own words.

“I seem to remember you spoke of her the same way not too long ago - what was it you called her? Plain-featured?,” Aegon says, “Though your criticism of Rhaenyra and her litter of bastards has lessened over these last few months. Has the Queen snuffed out your senses too?” 

“Aegon,” Alicent’s voice is heavy, “Aemond. Rhaenyra only has everyone’s best interest in mind. She is following her father’s dying wishes - your father’s dying wish. We were both with him in his last moments…” The woman before them clad in green closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. 

“I know what has happened in the past. But this is our opportunity to put it at rest…”

Put it at rest? Aemond feels disgust at his mother’s sympathies. They took my eye. They made my childhood the nightmare it was. They chipped away at me bit by bit.  

“You say this about the same people who robbed me of an eye, mother,” Aemond responds coolly, “The same people who faced no consequences for this. I have seen how this has tormented you, even years later. As you have with me.”

The prince can see the conflict that bubbles below his mother’s surface. Alicent turns to her son and does something unexpected. She takes her hand in his. 

Aemond’s eye softens for the smallest moment.

“My son. There is no mending what has been left in the past. But there is still time to mend the future. I only wish to see you happy.”

He shakes out of his mother’s grasp. “She will do no such thing.”

Aemond stands and makes a brisk exit for the door. Leaving his mother and brother behind, and himself to his thoughts.

Someone will pay the price. And I will make him pay for it in blood.

The prince does not find sleep so easily that night. He challenges himself to imagine the look that would grace his niece’s face when her mother would have to break the news of their arrangement to her. He wondered if her lavender eyes would narrow in disgust, her lip curling in a snarl, anger palpable. Or perhaps she had looked to her mother with quiet surrender, making no reaction and solemnly accepting his hand. He decided she had done the former. Jaenara had always been a rather animated young woman - and that was putting it lightly. Even in their youth she had been this way.

In the quiet of his chambers, Aemond finds his mind enraptured by the princess. 

He is reminded of a time she had scolded him when she was a girl no older than six, and himself only seven, for pushing her twin to the ground and giving him a scraped elbow. The only person who managed to stop her tirade had been Rhaenyra. Aemond recalls the young mother scooping her twins into her arms, one flailing around still shouting at him whilst the other had tears streaming down his face. The prince smiles almost fondly from the memory, surprising himself.

The next memory that came to him happened a few years later. Aemond had more often found himself at the center of ridicule, frequently dealt by Jace and Luke. Oftentimes by Aegon too, though he chose to ignore that detail. The young prince had always felt distant to the rest of his family, as though he were different - lesser than the rest of them. And how could he not, as a dragon-less Targaryen. He was a dragon without wings. And his nephews had made sure he was aware of this. Aemond recalled how his blood boiled at the thought that bastards such as his nephews - such as Jaenara - had dragons. And yet, he did not. Was there something wrong with him? Had there been a reason his egg had not hatched alongside him in his cradle? Was he unworthy?

The taunting had reached a new level when Jaenara’s brothers had gifted Aemond a pig. Something he was much more worthy of rather than a dragon - they had said. He remembers when his nephews had revealed the creature to him in the training yard. Even Aegon laughed at him, so loudly it had caught the attention of Jaenara, who had been on the far end of the square speaking with Helaena. Aemond remembered how her gaze had turned to him - how he waited for her to join in on the teasing and laughing. 

No such thing happened.

Jaenara bounded over to the group of boys, a quiet storm forming behind her lavender eyes. Helaena had opted to hang back from the debacle, watching the impending uproar with rapt attention. 

“Think that’s funny, do you?” Jaenara had asked aloud when she finally reached their group. 

Silence. 

Jaenara continued, “I seem to remember that you yourself Jacaerys - you have made very little progress in even mounting Vermax.” The young boy averted his attention to the ground, suddenly very interested in a mound of dirt near his feet. The reprimanding had not stopped there.

“And you-” She turned to Lucerys, “You on the other hand may be able to mount your dragon, though you find yourself on the ground within seconds.” She looks between her brothers, and then to Aemond. Each holds their gaze with the other for a few moments.

“Neither of you have any room to be acting as though you are real dragon riders yourselves.” She seems to have finished, turning on her heels and running back to Helaena.

“AND TAKE THAT PIG BACK!” She yells over her shoulder. Aemond watched as his sister and niece strode away, arm in arm. He returns his attention to Jace and Luke, whose faces are the same shade as their house colors. Aegon’s laughter fills the yard again.

This incident had shown Aemond a different side of his niece. For an instant, he was filled with an immense regret for all the times he had ever been cold to her. The times he had called her a bastard. The times he had joined in on Aegon’s belittling of her and her family. She had taken all of that - for years on end - and still defended him. He couldn’t really understand why.

He can do little to prevent his least favorite memory from entering his mind. Aemond takes in a breath and closes his eyes. He remembers the night at Driftmark. The night he had claimed Vhagar. The night he lost his eye. 

That time had been different. Jaenara had not been present when the fighting had broken out - not until Rhaena had frantically found her and told her of what was transpiring, unsure of what to do herself. When his niece entered the room, Aemond had been on top of her brother. The sight had sent the young girl into a frenzy and, without fully understanding the context of the situation, she had flung herself onto Aemond and wrenched the boy off of Lucerys. 

“Get off of him!” She had screeched. With her arm wrapped around Aemond’s neck, Jaenara threw herself back and they soon found themselves on the cold floor. “What do you think you-” Her question remained unanswered at this moment - this singular distraction turning Aemond’s attention towards his niece. He remembered the bewildered look on her face, her black hair coming loose from her braid. Her white night dress and the light purple robe that clung to her. A bead of blood on her bottom lip. She had always had a bad habit of biting it, Aemond had noticed. Hard enough to draw blood. The blood began to trickle down her chin.

It was the last thing his good eye had ever seen before Luke split open Aemond’s face, from his cheek to his forehead. His own blood splattered onto Jaenara’s powder white gown, staining the cloth forever.

Darkness. A scream.

Aemond sat up in bed, blinking away the rest of the memory. He opened and closed a fist. Yes, he was sure of her response now. Jaenara was not happy about the prospect of this union, and had surely let her mother - and the entirety of Dragonstone - know this. Where she lacked Velaryon parentage, Jaenara’s Targaryen fierceness made up for this tenfold. 

She will meet her match.

Aemond would swallow his pride - swallow his grudges against his niece, and become her husband. Though, he decided, she should not expect much from him. He held no love in his heart for her. Surely no romantic love. He would use her as he needed, to obtain what he wanted - power. That, and retribution for the slight that his family had suffered in having Rhaenyra as their Queen. Though some of the weaker members of his family would not see it his way.

He circles back to the dark thoughts that had crossed his mind earlier. He would be doing his soon-to-be wife a favor in getting rid of her twin. She would be made heir to the Seven Kingdoms. It was probably the closest act akin to love Aemond would find himself capable of accomplishing during their relationship. And he would help her to rule. He was nothing if not helpful.

He could make it look like an accident. He had previously considered poisoning Jacaerys. Aemond would not act until a comfortable time into his marriage, so as not to raise suspicion. Though he decided, suspicion would be raised regardless if the heir were to suddenly drop dead in the middle of dinner. He hardly thought that hands clenched around the throat, skin purple, and eyes bulging out of his head would seem inconspicuous.

Poison was out of the question.

Aemond Targaryen feels a sudden sense of dread in plotting his own nephew’s demise. The dread only grows when he truly pictures carrying the act out himself. If he were ever to be discovered, The Realm would christen him with the title of Kinslayer. 

To be a Kinslayer is to be despised by The Gods. To be damned to the Seven Hells. 

Aemond is unsure if he harbors enough hatred in him to carry out the act, though he certainly is no stranger to being on the receiving end of such hatred. 

He considers if he possesses enough complacency to suffer the consequences, should they be dealt. He wonders if his heart is as hard as everyone else believes it to be.

And yet…

Unable to find sleep, Aemond climbs out of bed once more. He dresses and finishes the outfit off with his long black cloak, throwing the hood over his head. 

The One Eyed Prince slips out of the Red Keep and ventures into the Streets of Silk, hoping to find some semblance of comfort. 

— — —

Candlelight illuminates the face of the young princess as her eyes scan the pages of a rather large, rather dusty book. In the days before their inevitable departure, Dragonstone had become a whirlwind of busy servants and flustered royals. All of Jaenara’s possessions had been packed away and taken to King’s Landing ahead of time with the family’s servants, save for the text seated in her lap. In such a tumultuous time, the young woman found solace in its pages. 

Jaenara had read the story of Rhaenys Targaryen, one of Aegon the Conqueror's sister-wives, so many times she felt she could recite the text backwards. Visenya had been a sister more remembered and revered by history for her valor and fierceness as a warrior; though Jaenara found herself drawn to the gentler sister. Rhaenys was more of a revered politician than a feared warrior. To Jaenara, she was just as formidable. She wanted to be like the Queen. Loved and feared. 

A knock upon the door turns her attention away from her histories. Jacaerys enters her chambers and lingers at the door for a moment, before resigning himself to sit next to her on the plush bed. 

“Jace,” Jaenara breathes, closing the text. 

Jacaerys looks over the book. 

“Again?” He attempts a small smile. 

Jaenara gets up from her place on the bed to create some distance between her and her brother. She places the book on her writing desk, taking mental note not to leave the book behind when she leaves tomorrow. “I find comfort through her in times such as these.” she responds shortly. 

Jace sighs, “You have been avoiding me.”

“You have made it easy.”

“Nara,” Jacaerys begins to sound annoyed, “You are not the only person who has had to…adapt to this change.”

Jaenara turns swiftly towards her brother, loose raven tresses swaying behind her wildly, “No, but I am the only person amongst us who had had their hand sold to a snake. You cannot understand my grief, Jace! You are betrothed to Baela - sweet Baela. You two actually like each other. But I am condemned to be the conciliatory sacrifice of this family.“

You are being unfair. Jaenara says to herself — she knows it to be true. You are being difficult. But she cannot help it. Her twin was afforded the luxury of being born a man. A man who did not have to face the same realities she currently found herself in.

Jace shifts on her bed, frame creaking under him. He seems to struggle finding his words, “I…you are right Jaenara,” He sighs, “I do not know what it is like. Just as you do not know what it is like to now be heir of the Seven Kingdoms.”

She glances at him and her twin continues.

“We both have the burdens of our parents to bear. We wear crowns too heavy for us.” Jace is solemn.

Jaenara bites her lip hard and lets out a shaky breath. A sickly sheen of guilt settled in her stomach. It was true that she had not considered what the rest of her family had been feeling of late. She seats herself beside Jacaerys and the bed groans under their weight once more. 

“I am sorry Jace.” Is all she can muster up.

Jace places a reassuring hand over her own. “You may yet make some use out of your upcoming marriage.”

Confused, Jaenara looks to her brother.

“Aemond is a fierce fighter. He is well versed in the histories and philosophies. I hear he has become a knowledgeable strategist. He rides the largest and oldest dragon, who is no stranger to battle.” Copper eyes meet lilac eyes. “And with you as his wife, he will be in our pocket.”

“He would be a formidable ally to have. But Aegon holds a seat on mother’s council - not Aemond.” Jaenara asserts.

“I as heir and you as his wife could sway this decision.”

“Mother has not even been crowned and you are already scheming.” Jaenara’s words are not so chiding as they are playful.

“Not scheming. I only hold our best interests in mind.” Jace tells his sister.

She looks him over once more. When had they become so…grown-up?

“You tell me you are fearful of wearing the crown one day…I think you will come to wear it well.” Jaenara softly smiles as Jacaerys scoffs and rises to his feet. 

“Just think it over, Nara,” He turns to the door, “You must rest. We rise early in the morning and depart for King’s Landing.” 

Before he leaves, he throws a glance at his sister over his shoulder. “I won’t let any harm come to you…from him.”

Jaenara does not let on how much the words mean to her. She has always disguised her true feelings under a cover of dripping sarcasm. “You need not worry about me, brother. Perhaps you should protect him from me.”

Jacaerys laughs and leaves again.

As Jaenara climbs into bed, she considers her brother's words.

Where he may prove to fail as a husband, he could make up for as an advisor. A weapon.

The princess blows out the candle and dreams.

In her slumber, Jaenara is face to face with Aemond Targaryen. He stands opposite to her, in front of a throng of people. She looks down and sees herself clad in an ornate dress of scarlet, white, and gold. Her black hair is pinned up in several twisting braids. The One Eyed Prince looks to his beautiful bride, eye full of admiration. For a moment, she thinks he might love her.

She thinks she may like that.

Suddenly, gasps are heard around the crowd. The gasps morph into shouts, scattered all over the Great Hall. A sharp pain. Jaenara feels a sticky warmth envelop her cheek, and feels something dribble onto her wedding gown. She reaches a trembling hand up to her face, pulls it back, and watches blood soak her palm, dripping below her wrist and all the way down the length of her arm. The wails echoing throughout the hall only grow around her. It is maddening. A sickening pop makes her blood run cold and she watches as one of her eyes rolls onto the floor below. 

Her husband’s mouth moves yet his voice comes out delayed, a haunting chorus.

An eye for an eye.

Jaenara wakes to another knock at her door. 

“My lady, may I help you dress?”

The princess wills her breath steady and wipes the sweat from her brow.

“Come…come in!” She calls out to her handmaiden. 

There was no time to dwell on the meaning of dreams.

— — — 

Prince Aemond sits across from Helaena as her children busy themselves with their toys. A handmaiden hands Jahaerys a toy dragon, which the boy launches at his brother. 

“I think I will be glad to see them today,” Helaena says suddenly, looking up from her embroidery, “In truth, I have missed Jaenara.”

Aemond continues to watch his niece and nephews play as he answers his sister, “You may be the only one amongst us who feels that way,” He mutters, “Though I do remember how close you and Jaenara were as children.”

Helaena had been an even lonelier child than she was now, as a lonely young woman. Always murmuring words that his family could not understand, and did little in trying to understand. Aemond had always felt sorry for her. But Jaenara did not seem to mind her aunt’s off putting nature. He recalls them as young girls, running throughout the castle gardens together, trying to catch butterflies. He remembers as they grew older, a few young ladies in court had taken to calling his sister, Helaena The Hysterical.

Before Aemond could put an end to the name calling, Jaenara had done it herself. The girls in court would not so much as look at either of them wrong.

And most of all, Jaenara listened to Helaena. Something nobody in his family seemed to do. Not even him, in truth. 

“I would hope you two can become close as well,” She gives her brother a wistful look, “You are to be married.”

“I think us siblings are doomed to hold strained relationships - at best - with their marriage partners.” Aemond replies. 

Helaena looks down at her sewing. Maelor and Jaehaerys fight over a wooden horse. Aemond’s sister remains in front of him, though she looks as though she is worlds away.

“Those child led astray finds solace in the embrace of the sea.” she whispers.

Aemond’s attention is redirected from children to mother. A silence passes over him and his sister’s handmaids.

More innocuous ramblings, he thinks.

A servant enters the door to inform the sibling’s of The-Queen-To-Be’s arrival.

“Come, sister,” Aemond begins, “Alicent will be waiting for us. She wishes to receive our family in the Great Hall.”

Helaena sets down her embroidery and looks up at her brother, “A dragon’s ambition foretells his own undoing.” 

Aemond chooses not to hear her words.

— — —

Jaenara and her family’s reception in the Great Hall could not have felt more strained. Guarded expressions and tight lipped smiles adorned Alicent and her children - though Aemond and Aegon had not smiled at all. Helaena seemed blissfully unaware of the anxious energy surrounding her. Jaenara had sent a secret smile her way - a genuine one. And though she felt her uncle’s eyes boring into her, she refused to meet his gaze. 

Rhaenyra had been displeased by the whole ordeal, hoping to ease tensions at dinner. Jaenara found herself remembering the last dinner she had shared with her entire family and thought it to be an impossible task.

Jaenara had spent the time before dinner settling into her new chambers, though all her belongings had already been settled into place before her arrival. The room felt more inviting than her chamber’s in Dragonstone, which were drab and dreary. Though, this was the only silver lining she could find about her circumstances thus far.

When the time had come to prepare for the evening, the princess disrobed from her riding leathers, the smell of dragon peeling off along with them. Her handmaidens help her to dress in a gown that Rhaenyra had picked out for her.

I do not even have the agency to dress myself now?

Jaenara stepped into a dress of crushed velvet, a dark teal in color. The neckline was embroidered with pearls, illuminating her collarbones. The sleeves of the gown hang loosely and open at her wrists, revealing a pale cream color which lines the teal. A belt of silver bangles mixed with pearls hangs around her waist, crested above the teal, cream, and aquamarine shades of fabric that pool to the floor. The attire bore the unmistakable air of Velaryon fashion. The wearer, not so much.

Portions of Jaenara’s dark silky hair were re-braided into a ring, as if it were a crown sitting atop her head, while the rest of her hair remained loose. Black waves ran down her back like a waterfall. 

Her ladies had been told to do this, to help her into a fine gown. To adorn her ears and wrists with bangles. To fix her hair in a way that flattered her face.

To impress him.

She almost laughs out loud at the thought. Jaenara figured that Aemond would find her as charming as he had found that pig he’d been gifted all those years ago.

She decides to regard him similarly, despite her thoughts drifting to long platinum hair that she envied so much. 

Her maids had finally finished with their work. 

Jaenara is sitting around a great wooden table in the dining hall, with the entirety of her family. Servants have begun to deposit plates filled with meats and vegetables and pies and cakes all around. The clanking of plates and silverware fills an otherwise quiet room. Jaenara is begrudgingly sitting next to her uncle, and Jace and Luke shoot her looks of pity from across the table. She picks up her glass and takes a swig.

Suddenly, Rhaenyra Targaryen speaks, “I wish to clear the air,” She begins and everyone looks up from their plates. Alicent Hightower seems especially stiff. 

“I do not wish for this to be a time of tension and formalities - though I do thank you,” She looks at Alicent directly, “for your welcoming reception earlier today. I want us to speak freely amongst each other. I want only what our father, Viserys, wanted.” She makes a gesture towards her siblings at the end of her sentence. Aegon clears his throat.

“There is much to discuss in the coming days, but I want this to be a night of camaraderie and celebration.” Her mother stands, drink in hand, “Let us raise our glasses-”

Jaenara feels herself melting into her chair.

“-To the union between my cherished daughter, Jaenara Velaryon, and the prince Aemond Targaryen. May their union bring strength and prosperity to our noble houses, and may it be blessed by the gods." Her voice held a hint of cautious optimism, echoing the hopes and dreams of a realm poised on the brink of new alliances.

Jaenara lifts her glass, as well as her attention to the man next to her. Aemond is already looking at his niece, a smirk on his face. 

To everyone’s surprise, Alicent Hightower rises from her seat. She looks less burdened from the words of Rhaenyra.

“Thank you, Your Grace…for your unflinching understanding.” The two women share a look, “And to Jaenara and Aemond. A lovely match indeed.”

Helaena begins to clap, though no one else around the table shares her sentiments.

Aegon lets out an audible laugh at the toastings, “Apologies,” he adds quickly, “I am just so - overjoyed by this…marriage.” His voice drips with sarcasm. 

Jaenara forces a smile, though her eyes shine with a different expression, “I am happy this match pleases you, uncle.” 

However, Aemond does not let the jab pass unanswered. "I hope your joy does not swell too greatly, brother," he retorts, "for dragons have been known to breathe fire when overshadowed." 

Jaenara sits up straighter when she sees Aegon roll his eyes and throw back his cup. She regards Aemond with a quizzical gaze. The princess regarded Aemond’s retort as nothing more than a brotherly spat. Before any more slights can be passed around, the servants finish bringing out the rest of the food. The family begins their dinner and small conversations break out amongst those resigned to sit next to each other.

The princess watches her brothers laugh with Baela and Rhaena. Sees her mother and step-father speak with one another. She pushes her food around her plate.

The sudden sound of Aemond’s voice makes her jump, “The cooking of the castle staff does not please you?” he asks, amused.

Jaenara stops playing with her food and her eyes cut away to her uncle.

“The first conversation you wish to have with me - in years - is whether or not I like our meal?” her voice drips with condescending skepticism, “As if the fate of the realm hinges on my opinion of pigeon pie?”

He tsks at her, “Always so difficult niece. I am only attempting to make conversation. An endeavor that seems beneath you - a pursuit you avoid at all costs if it is with me.”

“You are just…quite bad at it.” Jaenara remarks.

It is Aemond’s turn to take a sip of his drink to hide his annoyance.

“I do enjoy that…costume you’re wearing. But you are more a Targaryen than a Velaryon - don’t you agree?” Aemond says lowly.

Jaenara knows his remarks are meant to be demeaning, though she tries to take it in stride. She was a Targaryen after all. And she was pleased that she acted so much like one that people took notice, even if it was Aemond. But an insult was an insult all the same. 

Exasperated, Jaenara turns to the prince fully, “Is this what I can expect when married to you? Insults thrown at me for all my days to come? You should know I can deal them out as well, twice as hard.”

Aemond chuckles, “You are too easy and quick to provoke, Jaenara. You are too tense.” She sees something flicker beneath his eye.

Aemond took pleasure in goading his niece, reveling in the predictability of her fiery responses. More silence passes between them. The prince watches Jaenara force a few bites of food into her mouth and continues to eavesdrop on conversations around her. Daemon whispers something to Rhaenyra, and her mother takes a glance at her daughter and half-brother. Jaenara winces. 

“You asked what you can expect being my…wife,” Aemond’s surprisingly soft gaze is already fixed upon her, “You can expect a union that does not harbor any illusions of love. But one founded on mutual…respect. Understanding. We shall navigate this pact with the grace and duty befitting of our situation if you would only allow it.” His words somehow put her at ease.

Jaenara is perplexed. Maybe her mother had been right in saying that Aemond had changed. Though she was skeptical of his remarks. It was yet uncertain whether they could truly let go of all that had transpired in the past. 

Although, the princess felt ever the faintest tinge of disappointment at his words.

“Well…” She begins, though her words do not come out as strong as she would like them to under her uncle’s intense stare, “I am…pleased to hear that. We do not have to feign ignorance then. I expected nothing more from us.”

To Jaenara’s dismay, Aemond seems amused. It is not so often she stumbles over her words. His gaze lingers over her. He takes notice of the pearl that sits prettily below her collarbones. He watches her eyes fall to her hands, which she wrings in her lap. Jaenara finds that she does not like how being at a loss for words makes her feel, and decides to throw back her drink, trying to find comfort in the bottom of the chalice.

[madame-fear]

༊*·˚𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟑 ☄. *.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Check out HOTD masterlist, part one for more content. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Check out HOTD masterlist, part two for more content.

—♡ last updated : 09 / 02 / 23 | requests : closed —

↳˗ˏˋ HEADCANONS ˊˎ˗ ↴

꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • General NSFW headcanons with a Wife!Reader • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • Yandere!Mother!Rhaenyra with a Daughter!Reader. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • Christmas with the Hightowers and Targaryens. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

↳˗ˏˋ ONE SHOTS ˊˎ˗ ↴

꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To Hold Dear | Lucerys x Pregnant!Wife!Reader • Heirs of the Tides | Lucerys x Shipping Businessman Daughter!Reader • Venus as a Boy | Lucerys x Reader [ NSFW, prompt 105 ] • Still Waters Run Deep | One Eyed!Lord!Lucerys x Reader [ part one ] • Still Waters Run Deep | One Eyed!Lord!Lucerys x Reader [ part two, NSFW ] • Unravel | Ghost!Lucerys x Widow!Reader • Jealousy, Jealousy | Lucerys x Jealous!Reader [ angst to fluff ]. • Silk Kisses | Lucerys x Reader [ fluff ]. • Stirb Nicht Vor Mir (Don’t Die Before I Do) | Lucerys x Prophetic!Reader • Thin Needles Disrupt Silk Threads | Lord!Lucerys x Celtigar!Reader [ angst to smut ] • Issa Perzitsos (My Little Flame) | Lord!Lucerys x Wife!Reader [ NSFW ] • Possibly Maybe | Lucerys x Targaryen-Hightower!Green!Reader. • Dragonsong | Modern!Guitarist!Lucerys x Reader • Heartstring | Modern!Lucerys x Reader • Duty & Sacrifice | Lucerys x Maid!Reader [ angst to fluff ]. • Yellow Daffodils | Lucerys x Targ/Hightower!Wife!Reader [ fluff ]. • Petrichor Salt | Lord!Lucerys x Lady (of Driftmark)!Reader [ NSFW ] • Like Someone in Love | Lord!Lucerys x Lady (of Driftmark)!Reader • Sealed in Silk | Lord!Lucerys x Shipping Businesswoman!Reader [ NSFW, part two of Heirs of the Tides ]. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Say It | Modern!Jacaerys x Jealous!Reader [ friends-to-lovers ] • Tear You Apart | Dark/Yan!Jacaerys • Scarlet Hue | Jacaerys x Princess Regent!Reader • Trying Not To Need You (Is Tearing Me Apart) | Jacaerys x Tully!(Redheaded!)Reader [ enemies-to-lovers, NSFW ] • Bastard for Bastard | Jacaerys x Daemon’s Bastard Daughter!Reader [ angst to fluff ]. • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • Bloodrose | Aemond x Velaryon!Niece/Wife!Reader [ NSFW ] • Come To Me | Jealous/Possesive!Aemond x Reader • Fireburn | Aemond x Reader • Not Everyday is a Lazy Sunday | Modern!Aemond x Reader [ NSFW ] • It May Be | Modern!Aemond x Reader [ Enemies to Lovers ] • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

↳˗ˏˋ IMAGINES ˊˎ˗ ↴

꒰ LUCERYS VELARYON ꒱ • Being Lucerys future wife, and him taking you on dragonrides. [ slight mention of NSFW ] • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ JACAERYS VELARYON ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ VELARYON BOYS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ RHAENYRA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ AEGON TARGARYEN II ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ AEMOND TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ HELAENA TARGARYEN ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

꒰ SEVERAL CHARACTERS ꒱ • To be updated soon, check previous masterlists for more content.

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏

pairing: aemond targaryen x daemon's daughter!oc (dad!daemon targaryen x mom!reader au)

author's note: to be honest, i wasn't going to do this. but i know there's at least 10 people that actually like the whole dad!daemon au, so here's the start of alymond's relationship. young adult!alyssa is entirely inspired by bea miller's album "aurora", so that's the kind of vibe i'm going for her. (also, let's suppose laena married some lord and had baela and rhaena.)

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. support your content creators 💓 please leave a comment if you liked my work, and enjoy your reading.

warnings: really fluff, aemond being nice for the first time in his life, and alyssa being a baddie raised by daddy daemon.

gif by @queenage.

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"You must admit, he is really handsome." Rhaena said with a wicked smirk.

Alyssa scoffed. Ever since her friends discovered her betrothal they have been teasing her constantly.

Years had passed, and everyone, especially the King, still picked on that betrothal matter.

"He is an one-eyed arrogant twat, and nothing but that."

She also thought her cousin, Aemond, was a very talented warrior, but still an arrogant twat.

The girls had a free pass to watch the boys training, but not to train themselves.

Alyssa liked to observe their movements, she could learn a thing or two from that.

Her brothers weren't in the field that day.

"Only here to watch, girls? Join the fun! I bet I could keep you entertained." Prince Aegon said in a mocking tone.

"You know we can't, my prince." Baela replied, rolling her eyes.

"Ah, c'mon! I promise to take it easy on you, ladies."

Aemond silently watched his brother's provocations.

The princess had been wearing ringmail all day, so she was the only one between the girls appropriately dressed to training.

"C'mon Alyssa, let's see if your pretty hands can work! If you rather, I could teach you other ways to make them work in private."

Smirking, Alyssa unsheathed Doombringer.

"Please, do take it easy on me, dear cousin." She faked a plead in a sweet voice.

Aemond crossed his arms and watched in a corner. He already knew how well the princess' little hands could work. One of his eyes now was history.

Like the One-Eyed Prince expected, Alyssa effortlessly defeated Prince Aegon.

Once the tip of the valyrian steel of her sword made contact with the prince's pale skin of his cheek, he called for surrender.

"You are going to regret this!" Aegon warned, as he left the training camp with a bleeding cheek.

Baela and Rhaena followed him right after.

Aemond smirked wickedly and came closer to his cousin. She was too distracted, cleaning her blade, to notice his presence.

"That was impressive."

The princess sneared, "You're not impressed, just trying to make small talk. I'm not interested, Aemond."

"Don't you ever lower your guard? I'm trying to be nice, and you know I don't do that very often."

"Do you?" Alyssa cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"Lower your guard?"

Aemond frowned. A tension made appearance between them.

"You should go, Aemond. Your mommy is not gonna be very happy if she sees you getting intimate with the Eye Ripper Lady." Alyssa turned around, and her body crashed into his chest.

Until now, she never noticed how close he really was to her, and how his tall body towered over hers.

"It's not like your daddy would be thrilled either. Also, I am having a nice conversation with my betrothed, as you still remain engaged to me."

"Keep dreaming, One Eye. The King can squirms all he wants, but you know 'us' it's never going to happen. And I know you are just accepting this to frustrate my family."

Alyssa tried to flee away but the prince closed his hand around her fist, pulling her back to him.

"Perhaps. But it's so difficult to believe that I wouldn't be so opposed to this union? Think about all the future little dragonriders we could bring into this world" Aemond teased, his face became closer to hers.

"If you keep talking, I'm literally going to take your other eye with my own hand!" The blonde princess hissed.

"I dare you." Aemond widely opened his eye, looking even more terrifying than he already was.

The princess hooked her hand and tried to attack his face, aiming for his eye. He was quicker to grab both her fists and hold them against her back.

She was at his mercy.

"I admire your courage, cousin. How'd you think uncle Daemon would react if I gave you an eyepatch too?" He smiled.

There was something so attractive about his psychotic smile.

"He'd free your head from your body and give it to me as a souvenir"

"And how'd you think he'd react if I gave you a kiss?" Aemond whispered, his lips almost brushed against hers.

Alyssa swallowed hard, too stunned to speak.

"I don't think he needs to know." The prince answered his own question.

He kissed her. Alyssa squirmed against his hold, but a few seconds later she accepted his lips, and opened her mouth to him.

That was her first intimate moment with a man.

When their lips were apart, she stared at him. She was in shock, and he couldn't stop smirking to her reaction.

He thought it was adorable.

"It's our secret. Marry me, and maybe we can do this again." Aemond muttered close to her ear.

He let go of her, and left before she could react to what just happened between them.

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics with a male/female relationship as the main relationship as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

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[prophecyofwinter]

Nemophilist

;One who is fond of forests or forest scenery

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You are the childhood best friend of Aemond Targaryen. As children, the two of you made a promise that you two would Wed, no matter the cost. But would a war, a dance perhaps, cause issue with that promise?

Warnings: 18+, Death, Trauma, Toxic Sibling Dynamics, Cannon typical violence.

Notes: Finally getting to the spicy stuff 😈, also, sorry. 🫣

Last Chapter - Next Chapter

Chapter 4: A Bastards End

Your heart was racing, maybe it was the adrenaline rush of fleeing from your home, maybe it was reuniting with the love of your life, or maybe it was riding on a fucking winged beast for the first time in your life.

OR it could be that you are being chased by another dragon, while riding on a dragon, while reuniting with the love of your life, while fleeing from your home. It’s really up to interpretation.

Aemond held you close and snug to his form, his arms wrapped around your waist holding Vhagars reigns at the same time. If you had been in any other situation it would have been a far more intimate moment.

Jacaerys was catching up more swiftly then you would have expected, the size and age of his dragon allowed him to fly through the air with ease. You clung to Aemond with dear life, had he not been wearing a jacket you would’ve broken skin. The air felt as though it would cut through your skin, barely being able to keep your eyes open.

“Close your eyes issa jorrāelagon, I’d do anything to keep you safe” Aemond pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and held you tighter as he pulled on the reins to guide Vhagar higher into the sky, a loud roar piercing the air as Vhagar followed his directions. You did as he said, shutting your eyes as the water droplets in the clouds nipped at your cheeks, he was the one controlling the beast after all. my love

“Aemond! There is no need for war! Cease this!”

Jacaerys yelled as loud as he could, the wind cutting out parts of his speech for Aemond to seek reason. He wasn’t aware that a war had already been started, that Lucerys and his dragon had been cut out of the sky by Vhagar.

Aemonds eyes narrowed and darkened, he rode the Queen of Dragons, how dare a bastard with such a minuscule dragon tell him what to do. He could do to Jacaerys what Vhagar had done to his younger brother. Who would check him? No one.

….

Dracarys

That’s all that it would take

No

A bastard didn’t deserve a true dragonriders death

Is he really willing to go this far, again? With you right here nonetheless? If Jacaerys drove him to it he just might have to, you’d forgive him. Wouldn’t you?

Vermax was getting too close for Vhagars comfort, she was not a beast to be toiled with. The smaller dragon was already not at peak performance with the beast's hate of the cold.

“Fall back Bastard! Do not tempt me!”

Aemond has a sadistic grin on his face, wanting the boy to provoke him, test his limits. The adrenaline in his veins made him oblivious and uncaring to the ramifications of his actions should he continue.

Aemond gripped Vhagars ropes even harder, his knuckles turning white at the pressure.

Yet, Jacaerys refused to back down for whatever reason. He’d already come this far. The Aemond he knew as children would never kill in such an unfair circumstance. Unfortunately for Jacaerys, Aemond was all grown up now, and he’d grossly underestimated Aemond and how he had changed.

His attempt to call Aemonds bluff would spell doom in blood.

Vhagar had randomly slowed down, causing Vermax to speed in front of her, a calculated move. It was as though, for a moment, Aemond and Vhagar were connected mentally, they understood what they wanted and needed.

As you opened your eyes everything moved in slow motion, you watched as the Queen of Dragons clamped her jaw down into the smaller dragon, crushing the young Prince down with it. A short lived screech left the small beast's mouth before becoming nothing, a small drop of blood slapped itself across your cheek. The Gods were cruel, but man was crueler.

Your body felt weightless, your eyes dilated, your bones fell apart. You’d caused this, you chose to go with him. Did you really have a choice though? Was this your fault? Would anyone else have done something differently if they were you? Did you care?

You were weighted back down to reality by a hand snaking its way under your coat and cupping your breast with a bruising grasp, and a set of lips attacking your neck with teeth mixed into the attack.

“Aemond-? This, this isn't-“

“Silence.”

Aemond shut down any and all comments from you. His adrenaline at its peak, could only be sated in one and only one way. The gloved hand gripping your breast trailed its way down your clothed stomach and abruptly yanked up the first of your dress, exposing your small clothes to the cold winter air causing you to squirm in Aemonds grasp.

“The things I’m willing to do for you issa jorrāelagon, the thing I do to keep you safe. All to reunite with you, but most importantly, to reunite with this.”

Aemond purred into your ear, his breath on the sensitive skin of your ear causing shivers to run down your whole body. His leathered hand shooting into your small clothes and cupping your womanhood, your free hand weakly grabbing at Aemonds arm, the cold leather of his glove making it hard to resist.

“Here Aemond? Please we are- mphn-!“ Your eyes rolled back in your skull as his middle and ring fingers traced cold circles on your sensitive clit.

You couldn’t close your legs due to riding atop Vhagar so you had to sit there and take Aemonds sweet abuse.

“I fucking killed him for you, you liked that huh? You like the control you have over me? It makes you so fucking wet.”

Aemond said into your ear while nibbling and biting the lobe, leaving you no spare time to even think about the events that had just unfolded and repercussions of such. The wind slapping you in the face as Vhagar sped up from her own adrenaline rush that she shared with her rider.

“Aemond that’s not-!”

His fingers filled you abruptly, cutting off all thoughts you had. Your breath caught in your throat and flicked your head onto his shoulder as he continued his assault on your walls hundreds of feet in the air. His fingers are thicker than anything you’ve had before, the thick leather of his gloves only filling you up more. His digits quickly found the spot that made you grind your over sensitive clit into the palm of his hand bringing you closer to the edge you couldn’t control.

“Gods, maybe I should land right now and bend you over, hm? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Filling you with all my sons. I’ll see to it that we have more children then Jaehaerys and Alysanne.”

Aemonds lust filled ramblings only fueled your own and you reached your peak with faster and faster velocity.

“Please, my love… Winterfell and the Iron Throne will be theirs. And ours.”

“Seven hells you are a scheming woman, all while you’re gonna cum on my hand like a whore.”

Aemond smiled into your ear and sped up his own movements in his attack on your trembling form. Your body tightening and becoming stiff as you let out cries and whimpers as you came eagerly, the grasp you had on Aemonds arm could almost be great enough to cut off blood flow.

However Aemond didn’t stop or remove his hand as you came down, bringing you to overstimulation and your body squirmed to get him to cease this assault.

When he finally pulled his hand out of your small clothes he put the leather in his mouth slurping up your juices greedily. You watched him with heavy eyes that only increased in weight by the minute, coming down from your high and adrenaline rush made you become oh so tired.

“Rest my love, we will be home soon.”

Aemonds words comforted you as you allowed yourself to rest for the remainder of the flight.

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Vatic - Chapter VII " Driftmark "

Series Description : The youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent grows up split between the two sides of her family. With dreams plaguing her sleep of people she does not know, and a war looming ahead of her. She will be forced to choose between the two sides of her family, between the love for her brother, and the loyalty for her sister. 

Chapter Description : The funeral procession of Laena Velaryon

Warnings : none in this chapter

Pairing : eventual Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader ( cannon typical targcest idk what to tell you )

Word Count : 2.1k

For being a daughter of the house of the dragon, and hearing the words “Fire and Blood” all her life, y/n disliked the idea of dying by fire. It was a dragonrider’s death, but she was not attracted to it. Even the thought of her body being burned by a dragon after he death on pyre was an unhappy one. 

She enjoyed the warmth of it when she sat by a hearth, on a cold evening with her dear friend, Maris, or even with her beloved brother, Aemond. But the very idea of flames surrounding her, and burning her flesh made her shiver. But that seemed to have been Lady Laena’s choice of death. It was a dragon rider’s death.

The youngest princess found the prospect of flying through the air on dragon back to be an attractive one. But she did not wish to die at the hands of the flames.

Lady Laena had made her choice, and had begged for Vhagar to burn her, but Ser Harwin and her father’s Hand of the King? Neither had made the choice to be burned alive within the walls of their own castle. There were rumors circling around how it happened. But it was no secret that Harrenhall was haunted. The highest towers of the ancient castle melted and collapsed in on itself. Only one thing in the whole world was hot enough to melt stone. Dragonfire. 

y/n stood between Aemond and Helaena, tightly gripping her older brother’s hand in her own, watching as men tied ropes to Lady Laena’s casket, preparing to pull it into the seawater below the stone cliffs. 

She’d never known her cousin Laena.  Or would Laena have been her aunt ue to her marriage to Daemon? She did not know which relation would be considered closer. Typically in the Targaryen family, you referred toy ou family member by whichever relation was closest. She knew if your parents were siblings, you would never refer to either parent as ‘aun’t or ‘uncle’ but rather ‘mother’ and ‘father.’ She supposed she was lucky in most regards. She didn’t have to worry about most of it. Her mother and father weren’t related, and her only living grandparent was Otto Hightower. The new Hand of the King. Though, in truth, he had only returned to an old post he once held. But y/n had yet to be sired upon her mother when Lord Strong had replaced her grandsire. She had never met him before. Until now. 

Vaemond began speaking in High Valyrian, leading the procession. But y/n did not find it in herself to be sad. She had never known Lady Laena. And she was only now in the same place as her uncle Daemon and the two true-born daughters he and Laena had. Baela and Rhaena. 

Out of her siblings, y/n had grasped High Valyrian faster. She had the helping hand of Rhaenyra when she had first begun learning. And not long after, y/n and Aemond would frequently speak to one another in their ancestor’s mother tongue in order to not be understood by others in the Red Keep, including their mother. 

“Salt courses through Velaryon blood.” Vaemond spoke in High Valyrian. “Ours runs thick. Ours runs true.” 

y/n looked up from the stone ground beneath her feet up to Vaemond. Watching as his gaze centered on Rhaenyra and her two eldest sons. 

“And ours must never thin.”

Vaemond was cut off by Daemon’s chuckle. Both Targaryen and Velaryon families turned their heads to look at Daemon. But Vaemond continued, ignoring Daemon’s impoliteness. “My gentle niece.” He began once more, as the coffin was pulled close to the edge, and closer to falling into the water. “May the winds be as strong as your back, your seas as calm as your spirit, and your nets be as full as your heart. From the sea, we came. To the sea, we shall return.” As Vaemond finished, the coffin tipped over the edge, and a splash could be heard as it hit the water and began to sink below the surface. 

y/n was refusing to leave Aemond’s side. Their lady mother had tried to get her to be with her after the funeral, but y/n refused. She kept her hand tightly holding his, and in turn, he did the same. So she stood with her brothers as they watched Helaena play with a spider, as she mumbled to herself. 

“We have nothing in common,” Aegon complained, a golden cup of wine in hand as he looked upon his betrothed with disinterest and judgment. 

“She’s our sister.” Aemond reminded. 

“You marry her, then.” Aegon retorted. 

“If Mother were to betroth me to either of our sisters, I would perform my duty.”

“If only she would.” Aegon chuckled, taking a sip from his cup. 

“It would strengthen the family.” Aemond told him. “Keep our Valyrian blood pure.” That was always the reasoning as to why the Targaryens married brother to sister since even before coming to Westeros for conquering. It strengthened the family. Keeping their blood pure. But their father had done so with his second wife. He had taken a wife of Andal blood, and as a result, his five youngest were not of pure Valyrian blood. Though, it would make the most sense for their father to find his children a match within the family. To try and keep the Hightower blood to a minimum. 

“She’s an idiot.”

“She’s your future queen.” y/n then looked away from Helaena and now looked up to Aemond, a questioning look on her face. Rhaenyra was their future queen. Their father had never named Aegon his heir. By law, Rhaenyra was the one who would one day sit the Iron Throne. 

A serving maid approached, and Aegon stopped her, taking a fresh cup from the tray she carried, and placing his old one down. The nine year old girl was not oblivious to how the maid flinched at Aegon’s sudden motions. 

“We actually do have one thing in common. We both fancy creatures with very long legs.” Aegon had spoken as he leaned down, ending his sentence on a teasing tone, before following after the serving maid calling after her “Wench! Another!” 

Both her and Aemond watched as he practically chased after the poor girl. “Aegon,” Aemond muttered in a disappointed tone. 

“I am going to find Rhaenyra.” y/n told him softly, letting go of his hand, and squeezing his forearm as she left him to search out for her older sister. Every day since her parting from King’s Landing, y/n had worn the Cardnial locket around her neck. They had not yet been given the chance to write to one another. The death of Lady Laena happening so suddenly that Rhaenyra had likely barely been able to settle into Dragonstone before coming to Driftmark to honor Lady Laena and mourn for her. 

And very quickly, y/n was able to spot her sister, standing by the food and drinks. In quick strides, y/n was able to reach her, and once she had, her hand quickly grabbed onto her’s. 

It caught Rhaenyra’s attention, and she looked down to meet y/n’s gaze. A bitter sweet smile quickly appeared upon her face. “Hello, little sister.” She said softly, reaching her free hand down to brush some hair out of y/n’s face before she leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the top of y/n’s head. 

The sun was quickly disappearing behind the castle of Driftmark, leaving them in a state of grey lighting. Appropriate for the mood that was cast upon everyone.

But y/n noticed how Rhaenyra’s attention was split between herself and someone else. y/n looked off in the direction that Rhaenyra’s gaze was cast, and spotted their father speaking to Daemon before their uncle stormed off from the King. 

“Go to your mother, I will seek you out come morning,” Rhaenyra told her, walking her in the general vicinity to Alicent before she made her way to her eldest sons, telling them to go to bed before she disappeared going after their uncle. 

Alicent placed a gentle hand on y/n’s shoulder, allowing the young girl to lean back into her mother. 

Just a moment later, and she noticed her father readying himself to retire inside, using his cane to aid himself. Alicent moved her hand to rest firmly on y/n’s chest, as if to keep her safe from her own father. y/n reached her own hands up, gently holding onto her mother’s hand and arm, watching as her kingly father approached. 

“I’m going to bed, Aemma.” He told her, And at the mere mention Aemma Arryn, Alicent’s grip on y/n tightened. 

“Shall I see after Queen Alicent and the Princess y/n, Your Grace?” Ser Harrold questioned the King, stopping shortly after the King had spoken the wrong name. 

King Viserys also stopped, turning his head to look at y/n’s mother. y/n looked to Ser Criston who stood beside the two of them, watching how perturbed he was at the situation, and when y/n angled her head upwards to look at her mother, she could see the hurt. 

“No, Ser Harrold.” Viserys finally answered, continuing his journey inside. 

The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard followed after the King. “You have the Kingsguard, Ser Criston.”

A brief second of silence passed as both her mother and Ser Criston tried to process it. “Lord Commander.” Ser Criston finally spoke. 

The young princess could feel her mother’s hurt radiating off of Alicent Hightower. And within seconds of her father being gone, she turned around in her mother’s arms, wrapping her arms around her to offer some sort of comfort. And for a moment, Alicent leaned into it, placing her chin atop y/n’s head, wrapping firm arms around her youngest daughter. But after a moment, she had finally pulled away, grasping y/n’s shoulder before moving her hand to gently hold her chin. “Go to bed, darling.” y/n gave a small nod, and Alicent leaned down enough to place a kiss to the crown of y/n’s head before leaving with Ser Criston for her to find her way to her maid to be taken to the bedchambers she and Helaena were to share for the night. 

As her maid led her to the bedchambers and opened the door for y/n, she had looked down the hall to see both Jacaerys and Lucerys approaching their own bedchambers. “I apologize, Elinor.” She told her maid. “I’ll only be a moment.” She told her. 

“Of course, Princess,” 

y/n made quiet and small steps to the two Velaryon boys. They had all lost kin, and had gathered today for that. But none of them had ever truly met Lady Laena. y/n knew that they were mourning the loss of something else, and she held no judgement for them. She instead found herself thinking it was unfair. That to spare their honor, to not have an even darker shadow cast upon their parentage, they could not mourn the loss of their true father. 

The two boys finally noticed her approaching and stopped what they were doing. Only dressed in their sleep robes. 

When she had finally reached them, she gave them a small nod, and kept a hushed voice. “My condolences for your loss. . .” It seemed to be all she needed to say, because Luke seemed to not know what y/n spoke of, however, Jace gave a knowing nod. Only one of them knew the truth of their parentage. And y/n would not be the one to tell Luke the truth. it was not her place. 

They did not say anything in return, so the princess turned and headed back to the bedchambers where her maid held the door open for her, and once she had entered the room, the heavy door closed behind Elinor as she stepped in. 

It did not take long to undo y/n’s hair, and get her undressed and into her nightgown. But as she sat with her maid now braiding her long hair into one solid braid to protect it during her slumber, y/n couldn’t help but let her thoughts drift. Her dreams were ever chaotic. jumping for moments of serenity to ones so awful she would wake up in a cold sweat and if Aemond was not with her those nights, she would try to seek him or their mother out. She wondered what dreams would come for her tonight. Would they be serene, loud, confusing, or violent? She wished for it to be serene. She wished to see the little silver-haired girl looking out her bedchamber window to the lemon tree, or even to see the golden-haired girl, stitching alongside another woman who y/n had yet to see her face. She wished for peaceful sleep to find her. 

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HI. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE MOUNTS IN WORLD OF WARCRAFT OF EACH TYPE (GROUND, FLYING/DRAGONRIDING, AQUATIC, ETC.) AND DO YOU OWN THEM.

HELLO! SUCH A DIFFICULT QUESTION. HMM

GROUND - MIDNIGHT FROM RETURN TO KARAZHAN AND THE CORRIDOR CREEPER ARE NICE TO ME. I ALSO HAVE SENTIMENT TOWARDS THE AMANI BATTLE BEAR AS ONE OF THE FIRST "CHALLENGE" MOUNT I GOT MYSELF

FLYING - EXPERIMENT 12-B HAS A SPECIAL PLACE IN MY HEART FOREVER BUT I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GET IT BACK AFTER LOSING MY OLD ACCOUNT. BOTH OF THE ICC / ULDUAR ACHIEVEMENT MOUNTS ARE NEAR AND DEAR TO ME. I ALSO FUCK WITH THE MAIL MUNCHER, SMOLDERING EMBER WYRM AND THE ANTORAN CHARHOUND BECAUSE THEY REMIND ME OF MYSELF

DRAGONRIDING - PROBABLY THE PROTODRAKE. THIS MIGHT BE MEGA BIASED THOUGH BECAUSE I HAVE THE AOTC APPEARANCE AND THE RASZAGETH ONE. THE WYLDERDRAKE IS A CLOSE SECOND

AQUATIC - MY FRIEND BRINEDEEP BOTTOM FEEDER. I LOVE YOU BRINEDEEP BOTTOM FEEDER

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Seasons of my love

Bridgeton!Au! Loosely based on S.2 of Bridgeton where the Male!Reader is Anthony and Aemond is Kate Sharma basically.

It was supposed to be heterosexual, but that felt too basic, so have some gays in love this Sunday instead.

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It was heard from the Lonely Light to Asshai by the Shadow that if a man wants to court the princess, he must win her brothers’ favor first. So far, no one has been able to secure Prince Aemond’s blessing.

After Helaena and Aegon petitioned their father to stop Ser Otto and the Queen to force them into marriage, court had been filled to the brim with eligible bachelors.

All simpering fools who have the ambition to rival that of his grandsire and none of the personality nor good nature of Laenor, the last man to marry a princess.

Laenor ---despite his degeneracy--- had been knighted in battle, able to charm birds off trees and, most importantly, a dragonrider.

Laenor had also not given a rat’s arse about what his wife did behind closed doors ---or in the stables as Aemond and Aegon discovered a lifetime ago.

This last part is of paramount importance due to what Aemond knows about his beloved sister.

Sweet Helaena should have been named Rhaena, he thinks as he tries to stop mother from hearing his sister calling Lady Elisa Piper her darling wife.

Helaena did not care if her husband loved her or lived that long and often could not discern between friend or foe, so it fell on Aemond to be the shield who protects her from the rakes and Androw Farmans in the lists.

Being her favorite brother and the only one who cares about her wellbeing, was not an easy job, but only he could do it.

Aegon just wanted her married so their dear mama could stop trying to annul his marriage to Cassandra Baratheon.

Daeron was too young and believed the choice should fall on whoever Helaena liked.

Only Rhaenyra backed this scheme of his, horribly enough.

The Princess of Dragonstone is known for having a good eye for men, Ser Criston had grumbled bitterly ---not that Aemond cared to ask for context about his acrimonious feelings towards his elder sister.

She and Daemon would host the suitors in Dragonstone ---she was in confinement due to the imminent birth of her sixth child--- and send him the list of those whose characters they considered good enough for Helaena along with more profuse apologies from her brood of Strong Boys.

The one-eyed prince found himself forgiving Lucerys after the forty-ninth letter written about his guilt and wished to offer his own eye in recompense.

“Perhaps, number nine and forty will win your approval.” Helaena had said as they met this man whom their sister gave a glowing recommendation.

He dressed well, was a knight and a lord.

Lord (Y/N) (L/N) was also handsome, charming and not a piece of dragonshit, or so Daemon had assured him in his letter.

Perfect for my sweet Helaena, Rhaenyra had added in hers.

“You said the same thing about numbers one to eight and forty, mandia.” Aemond said as he eyed you like a horse being brought forth by the horse coursers yesterday.

As usual, the suitor takes great consideration in wooing his sister and trying to establish a sense of friendship with Aemond.

Unlike the rest, however, you take in consideration his likes and dislikes instead of assuming he is into whatever Aegon or the other rakes are into.

You are well-read, amiable, religious but not a zealot and, most importantly, you get along with Helaena like a house on fire.

“They are perfect for each other, don’t you agree?” mother tried her best to get Aemond to like you.

Too perfect.

And while he has become fond of you, dangerously fond of you, Aemond knows he is setting himself, no, his sister for a sure disappointment.

So one night Aemond decides it is time for Aegon’s test.

A test that consists on getting you drunk, asking questions and leave you in a brothel while both brothers come to a verdict.

You don’t drink much, but eventually you are drunk enough to sing a rather scandalous version of Seasons of My Love with him.

One where instead of a maid it is boy.

Aemond finds himself drunk enough to kiss you.

A mistake the both of you blame on the wine.

After all, Aemond is a prince and you are courting his sister.

“I apologize for my behavior, my lord, it won’t happen again.” He had said pretending it was just that. “But I see no reason to deny you my blessings to marry my sister.”

The kiss mean nothing, the prince tells himself even after finding out from Helaena that you prefer men over women and finds her as beautiful as her brother.

It means nothing, Aemond repeats even after he begins to remember how sweet it was.

He claims he feels nothing for you except friendship and yet the wedding day comes and Aemond feels pained enough to try and numb it with wine.

He should not have these feelings for you, he can’t, it goes against nature and the gods of his mother.

But he wants you, wants you in a way he has not wanted a woman or man before.

Aemond makes a toast and cannot keep his eyes away from yours, thinking it unfair that all the qualities he loves about you are on you, a man.

Not just any man, the man married to his favorite sister.

A man he has to pretend is merely a friend for the rest of their lives because the moment Queen Alicent finds out, they are dead.

Later that night, you find him absent-mindedly strumming a lute.

It’s your wedding night, and yet the ones enjoying the bridal chamber are Helaena and her Elissa going by the looks of it.

“Do you take any requests, your highness?” you ask coming to sit beside him.

A dangerous proximity, one where he cannot trust himself to run should his desires and feelings for you get the best of him again.

“Only if its you.” The prince said trying to keep his cool.

“Rather enjoyed that Myrish song the other night. I had hopes to ask for an encore.” You say, hiding your meaning well enough.

“Hmm, what would your bride say?” Aemond knew Helaena had given him the freedom to do as he pleases, but Aemond needs to hear you say it.

“She sees no reason to deny me her blessings to pursue you.” You answer and take advantage of his surprise to return the kiss.

This time it isn’t called a mistake nor blamed on the wine.

This time Aemond dares to do more than just kiss you.

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12. Midnight Snacks, Space PowerPoints, And Jedi-Nightsister Intercultural Relations

Trilla mentally rescinded her earlier wish that an Initiate would do a presentation on someone besides the Guardians of the Whills. The Guardians of the Whills were fine. The Guardians of the Whills were great. None of this corpse reanimation business with them. Could everyone just do a slideshow presentation on the Guardians of the Whills? While she was thinking this, Initiate Kestis and his new friend had happily launched into a gruesome and well-illustrated description of the Nightsister mummification and burial processes. Half the class looked terrified. The other half looked enthralled. Trilla wasn’t sure which was worse.

30. How To Train Your Mythosaur AU!

Hera blinked groggily. There was a sharp noise that battered through her sleep, rousing her. Someone was banging on the door. “Dear,” she yawned, rolling over and pulling the blanket over her head. “Go see who’s knocking.” Kanan mumbled and grumbled, but she heard him get up and shuffle over to the door. It creaked open, and— “Ezra?!” Hera was awake instantly. If Ezra came all the way to the Dragonriders’ hidden village in the middle of the night, that meant either something was wrong with Wolf, or—gods forbid—his village had learned his secret, and he’d been forced to run away.

37. Star Wars/Lunar Chronicles crossover!

Ezra ran down the hallway as fast as his legs could take him. He knew Zeb would scold him for running out on their coronation-planning-discussion, but he had to find out. The rumor that someone in the Blue Fever quarantines had gotten better had been flying everywhere for days, and he’d done his best to ignore it, because it couldn’t be true. But now the rumor was that the recovered victim had been brought to the palace to consult with Dr. Oldman, and it was too hard not to hope anymore. If someone had recovered, then maybe they could develop a treatment. If they could develop a treatment, then maybe Ezra wouldn’t lose his best friend to the same sickness that had taken both his parents from him. Maybe they could save Sabine.

66. The Surprisingly Angsty No Order 66 AU!

“Did you want us to be together?” Ezra whispered, voice cracking with emotion. For a second, she couldn’t even answer, and he continued. “Did you feel anything for me, Sabine? Did you mean it? Even a little?” She stared up into his aching gaze. The way his eyes fixed on her made her feel things she thought she’d never feel again. Sabine drew a breath— And she lied.

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The Dowager Queen (6/?)

Description: Alicent is called to her father's chambers, and Sir Criston deals with the aftermath

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“A whore, your son, has brought a whore from the streets into the Red Keep. How do you think he will ever regain his rightful place when he has a lowborn woman at his side?” Her father seethed, his fingers knitted together, knuckles white from keeping himself restrained.

“His rightful place? Father, Rhaenyra is queen, nothing can be done.” Alicent said, hands clasped together in an effort to stop herself from picking at them.

He sighed. “That much is true, but perhaps if we gathered allies—”

“No.” She cut him off. It had been him who suggested her to Viserys, who bid her to wear her mother’s dress and attend the grieving king. She had not forgotten his role in her misery.

“No?” He echoed, narrowing his eyes at her. “Whatever do you mean, no?”

“No. You will cease your scheming. Rhaenyra is the rightful heir and her children have been legitimized. It is over father, Aegon is happy, I am happy, will you not be happy for us?” She pleaded, wishing just this once her father would relent. Would simply be content with his prominent position in life. The position she had bowed and scraped, bent and bled to gain him.

Otto stepped closer and caressed her cheek, a soft look in her eyes. “My dear girl, I apologize, I did not mean to leave you confused on if I was happy for you or not.”

Alicent leaned into his touch, scarcely believing the kindness he was displaying. “It is alright father, I know you have worked hard for our fam—”

She barely saw the slap, but she felt it. Her cheek burned, and her eyes watered instantly as she jerked back.

How dare he? How dare he lay a hand on her when all she had done was what was expected of her? She had a made a choice for the good of the realm, in that she would not waver.

“There shall be no room for confusion, Alicent. I am unhappy with the choices you have made. You have failed me.” He said, his eyes cold.

In that moment, with her hand clasped to her stinging cheek, vision blurry with tears, she realized he would never see her as a daughter. She was merely a pawn to be moved about the board, sacrificed at a moment’s notice.

“I am the Dowager Queen, Hand to the current Queen, and mother of dragonriders, you will not lay a hand on me again.” She blinked away her tears and yanked the door open.

Sir Criston stood outside, waiting patiently. He looked up at the sound, and his brow furrowed in concern at the sight of her reddened face.

“Sir Criston, Lord Hightower is to be removed from the Keep, have the crownsguard escort him back to Oldtown.” She ordered, brushing past him, and heading straight for Rhaenyra’s office.

Rhaenyra looked up at Alicent’s entrance, her hand resting on the small swell of her stomach. She stood at the disheveled sight of her. “Alicent? What has happened to your face?”

She met Rhaenyra halfway and clasped her hands between her own. “I have sent my father back to Oldtown.”

“Dare I ask why?” Rhaenyra asked, her violet eyes scanning Alicent’s face.

“He slapped me for refusing to plot against you.” She said, feeling her stomach tie itself into knots.

Rhaenyra sighed and turned her hands so that she could intertwine her fingers with Alicent’s. “I had feared that perhaps he would attempt to undermine me once more.”

“I am sorry Rhaenyra; I wish he would be content with all I have sacrificed for him…”

“But he is a second son, and they are never satisfied, no matter the cost.” Rhaenyra said softly, a far-away look in her eyes.

“I know my father has bordered on treason, but please, he is still my father.”

Rhaenyra raised their joined hands to her lips. “Fret not, dear friend. I will not take his head, but if I hear word that he is plotting once more, I will have no choice.”

Alicent nodded, she knew the consequences of treason quite well, it kept her up many nights before Viserys’ death. “Thank you.”

Sir Criston Cole was waiting for her outside her chambers when she arrived.

“My Queen, your father has set off for Oldtown, the envoy will inform us by raven when he arrives.” His eyes kept drifting to the red mark on her face, and she knew it had taken all of his strength not to take justice into his own hands.

“Will you sit with me, Sir Criston?” She asked quietly, holding her hand out ever so slightly to him.

He took it once his cloak covered their intertwined hands from sight, and quickly closed the door behind them.

“My Queen, are you still in pain?” Criston asked, his eyes dark, like the rich earth of the garden, flecked with gold, were focused solely on her, as they always were.

She no longer held a fear that she would never be as good as or as adored by Criston as Rhaenyra had been. He had been her sworn shield for years past the time he had served Rhaenyra, and that devoted gaze never strayed from her.

Alicent shook her head, and sank into a nearby settee, fingers wrapping around her amulet of The Seven, seeking comfort.

Criston made his way to a small box and retrieve the salve she often used after her encounters with Viserys. “Please, My Queen, allow me.”

She could never hide anything from his observant gaze, and she turned her cheek towards him, shivering slightly at the contrast between his warm fingertips and the cool salve.

“I am deeply sorry I was not there to protect you.” He said softly, his fingertips’ gentle motions rubbing the salve into her skin.

She remembered when this first began. How ashamed she had been when he found her crying in her shift, unable to open the salve with her trembling fingers. Viserys had been angry that night, rough and uncaring to her cries. She had the imprint of his fingers like a collar around her neck, and a soreness between her legs that made her wish to cry out with each step she took.

Criston had not judged nor chided her, only opened the salve, and gave her his hand to hold as he turned his back to give her privacy. Once she had finished her intimate parts and recovered herself, he had gently tilted her head back, sweeping her hair from her shoulders as he applied the salve to her bruised skin with featherlight touches.

That had been the first time they had called each other by name, as he held her, hand rubbing her back soothingly as she sobbed and raged. Tears soaking his tunic, his breastplate shed to provide her with a softer support.

I am deeply sorry, Alicent, I regret that there is nothing I could have done to save you. He had said, and she could see the rage within his eyes, the heat of the Dornish sands blazing within them.

“What is done, is done, Criston…” She felt his hand falter.

“I would have killed him for you, had you asked me.” His words were quiet, but she knew they rang true.

She didn’t need to ask which him Criston spoke of; she knew the answer. Both of them.

“And I thank you for that.” She said, eyes meeting his for a split second.

He swallowed hard then pulled away, replacing the salve in its container, his back to her. “It is my duty to protect you.”

She nodded, though he could not see her. “You and I have remained dutiful for a long time.”

“I have learned that duty never ends, never ceases, regardless of circumstance, and we must be grateful to have such a purpose.” He turned to face her; arms clasped behind his back.

“Do you ever wonder—” She cut herself off. It wouldn’t be far to ask him the question that had burned in her heart since the day they first met. When he had taken his helmet off and smiled up at her, that roguish and confident smile, born of victory.

He sat beside her, a curious look adorning his face. “Do I ever wonder what?”

She looked down at her lap. “What your life may have been like if you had not taken the vow.” If you had fought for my hand instead.

Criston looked away for a moment, lost in thought. “I used to dream of it, on rare occasions, but…I am content with where the gods have placed me.”

“Next to me.” The words slipped past her lips, and she prepared herself for a denial.

“Yes, Alicent, I am content to stay by your side.” He whispered.

His slight accent caressed the syllables of her name, and for a moment she was ten and five again, receiving a rose from a hopeful suitor. Except now, it was Criston who stood before her, who looked at her as if it were a privilege to simply be in her presence.

“Mother, look what Jacaerys has brought me!” Helaena’s lilting voice brought them both back to reality, and Criston stood up quickly, putting a respectable amount of distance between them.

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munday asks!

@mightiboy​ asked: Every symbol that doesn't get sent to you in the next three hours. I want to learn more and get to know you better. I hope that's okay and if it's too much, we can limit it to these: ❓❤️💘🗒🎶🤗😀🎁🎉😗💯 (( Don't be mean to my friend Tyto. I will bite your cheek if you are. )) 

Alright, here we go...

🌈 — name(s) & pronouns 

I have a very uncommon name so I don’t give it out, just call me Tyto and my pronouns are he or they.

🎈 — gender and/or sexuality 

Somewhere in the nonbinary spectrum and asexual.

🎂 — age and/or birthday

May 6th is my birthday.

💕 — single or taken?

Taken

⭐️ — sun, moon, & rising signs, if known 

I looked this up just now haha

Sun: Taurus Moon: Aquarius Rising: Scorpio

💭 — MBTI and/or enneagram, if known

ISTP-T (I took a test for this)

❓ — three adjectives that describe you

Quiet, Friendly, Easy-going

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?

I’m very easy to talk to (I think?)

💔 — what are some of your worst qualities?

I have sometimes crippling anxiety and inferiority complex issues.

✨ — what would you change about yourself, if anything?

I’d get rid of my depression.

💘 — what and/or who do you consider near and dear to you?

My fiancee, my friends.

🚗 — what vehicle(s) do you drive?

We have a Kia Soul right now but might be getting a second car.

✈️ — ever traveled anywhere interesting?

I’ve been to England twice (London and Cambridge) and Hobbitcon in Germany once.

⌨️ — what operating system(s) do you use? 

Windows 10

📱 — mobile or desktop version of tumblr?

Desktop. I hate the mobile version.

🖥 — favorite platform besides tumblr?

 Eeehh... I don’t really have a favorite.

🎮 — favorite video game(s)?

FFXIV, Monster Hunter

🖱 — any cool devices/tool(s) of the trade? (i.e. type of mouse, monitor, keyboard, tablet, etc)

My keyboard and mouse both light up? I think I can change the colors too but I just have them cycling through rainbow because it looks best.

💍 — any piercings? 

Not anymore.

💎 — want any (more) piercings?

Nah, I had my wild phase. xD

🖊 — any tattoos?

Two. An owl on my back and my first snake on my leg.

🔏 — want any (more) tattoos?

Yeah, someday, but I’m not sure of what. I have a few ideas of the theme, just not the execution.

🎄 — favorite holiday(s)?

I don’t really have one. Any of them that I get off work.

😍 — celebrity crush(es)?

Never had any.

😊 — any career desires?

Something where I don’t have to talk to people unless I want to (so like, no retail, customer service jobs) and preferably work at a computer.

📚 — if you’re in college, what’s your level (undergrad, grad, phd, etc) and/or degree program? 

Until I moved, I was working on an accounting degree, but after I moved I can’t afford it right now.

🎶 — favorite song at the moment?

I never have just one, so here’s a few;

Crusader (Are We There Yet) - BlackGryph0n & Baasik

Need the Power - Dankira!!!

Anti-Hero - Sekai no Owari

Lion - Hearts & Colors

I’m Good (Blue) - David Guetta & Bebe Rexha

📕 — favorite book/series?

Dragonriders of Pern, honestly. I also really loved the Guardians of Ga’hoole as a kid. Harry Potter (Controversial I know, but it played a major part in my youth and even if Rowling is a trash human being she came up with an amazing world that has evolved and grown far more than she’ll ever be capable of).

🧶 — any non-writing hobbies/interests?

Games.

📺 — favorite movie(s) and/or tv show(s)?

It’s been a long time since I’ve watched a TV show, honestly. My general go-to for movies is anything animated Disney/Pixar but I don’t have a single favorite anymore.

✏️ — how long have you been roleplaying on tumblr?

On and off since 2011.

✍️ — what other platforms have you roleplayed on?

Neopets. Gaiaonline. Proboards. Acornrack. Spleafnet. Avidgamers. Email. Skype. AIM. Yahoo!IM. Discord.

🗒 — what is/are your favorite genre(s)/theme(s) to write? 

Hhhh... Dunno. Slow-burn romance?

🤔 — what genre(s)/theme(s) do you struggle to write the most?

Fight-scenes.

😁 — what’s your favorite part about being part of the rpc?

Meeting people with similar interests.

😤 — what do you dislike the most about being part of the rpc?

Call-out culture. Feels like so many people are oversensitive.

💻 — how many friends have you made in the rpc? feel free to tag a few of them!

Quite a few, many of whom no longer RP.

🎧 — do you write while listening to music/podcasts/videos/etc, or do you need total silence?

Either works for me. Silence or music.

😀 — are there any rpc mutuals that you’ve met irl before?

Yes, but not from the MHA community.

😳

— what was your most embarrassing moment in the rpc?

I can’t recall any.

🫂 — how many friends are in your irl friend group(s)?

Like, 5.

🎉 — what are some of your favorite things to do with your irl friends?

We all live in different states but we used to go to anime conventions, before Covid happened.

😗 — what are some of your favorite things to do when you have some time to yourself?

Write. Listen to music. Play games.

💯 — share three random facts about yourself that your mutuals may not know about you.

1. I have a large collection of plushies, including a collected set that would be worth approximately $1000+ if I sold them on ebay.

2. One of my ball pythons, Marble, is a chimera and was hatched from the very first clutch of eggs bred by me (I no longer breed, they are all pets).

3. I used to be terrified of spiders and I’m still not comfortable holding them/handling them (not that they like being held/handled to begin with) but having to care for them has helped me otherwise completely get over my fear.

[frankcastleonlyfans]

Hi there,

Can u write something like Viserys is jealous of daemon because his wife is pregnant as well the queen but she’s fine, and when the queen and de baby died, daemon wife gave birth like the next day, to a boy and the birth was okay. The midwife told them that was quick. Viserys kind tell daemon that he envy him for this.

hello dear nonnie!! so, i just wrote this little drabble and it made tear up really bad. i also had an alternative ending where the reader delivered a girl and named it "aemma", but that's not what you asked for so, anyways, i hope you like 💓

Being pregnant at the same time as your best friend seemed like a dream. Aemma had been through the pregnancy experience many times before you, although she had delivered a healthy child only once. This was your first pregnancy, and it worried you that everything felt incredibly normal. It wasn't supposed to be like that. Pregnancy is a scary thing, at least, that's what you've been told your whole life.

As you played around with you husband and went on dragonrides like you always did in your free time, Aemma struggled more and more. She would be delivering her child in the next moon, while yours was many moons away.

That felt wrong. You were eight months pregnant, and never felt a single pain, your feet never swelled, your mood never changed, it was like you were the same you have always been — but with a swollen belly. While you were living your best life, Aemma looked like she had been living in the seven hells during the last nine months.

"You look better" You reassured her, placing a caring hand on top of her huge belly.

"You look like always." Aemma scoffed, making you giggle, "It's like pregnancy doesn't affect you at all."

"Oh, but it does affect me. It's terrible to find a comfortable position to hug her." Daemon smiled, hugging your body from behind.

Viserys silently watched your conversation with Aemma, but you could feel his staring gaze at your prominent stomach. It didn't bother you at all, you knew he was curious about your pregnancy, like everyone else.

"Have you thought about names yet?" Viserys murmured.

You smiled looking at Daemon, and nodded, giving him permission to reveal your surprise.

"Well, if it's a girl, Rhaenyra said we should name her Daenys. If it's a boy... we wanted it to be Baelon, you know, after our father. But we know you already chose it for the future heir, so we decided that we should name our son after you." Daemon gave his signature smirk. His brother's shocked face was unforgettable.

"Daemon, I-" Viserys smiled, speechless.

"It's okay. We know." You grinned, taking both Viserys' hand and Aemma's in yours.

Three days after that nice afternoon, you found yourself heartbroken. Daemon tried to protect you at all costs, but of course the sad news eventually would reach your ears. And when it did, Aemma's death triggered you into labor. Your water broke, but you didn't felt any pain at all. No physical pain, but your heart ached in sorrow. Your babe was coming early, and yet, you didn't feel anything but the wetness running between your legs.

Daemon took you to your chambers, where no scream was heard. The maester told you to push, and once you did, finally showed some emotion. You winced in pain, having your parts being ripped by your child, and allowed yourself to cry. It hurt so bad, but even then you were crying not because of the unbearable child birth pain, but because you knew that was nothing compared to what Aemma felt before her last breath.

When the midwife placed the little boy in your arms, you gave him a sad smile. No one told you if the queen had delivered a boy, but your mind immediately took you to the possibility of Baelon's birth — and death — a day before your little Viserys was born.

"He's healthy and strong, my prince. Came out really quick and effortlessly!" The midwife said in enthusiasm.

Daemon took a long and comforting breath in relief when someone finally told him that both you and the child were out of danger.

The breaking news of your labor reached the king, who asked to see the baby. Your maid was the one delivering the message to your chambers, and Daemon hurried to take the babe to meet his uncle, having in mind that perhaps that should cheer him up.

Viserys looked at the child, and his lips curved in a small smile. A frown formed in his face as his eyes teared up, and the king lowered his head avoiding his brother's eyes.

"How is she?" Viserys questioned.

"Surprisingly well."

"Is not that surprising, is it?" Viserys retorted, "And the babe?"

"A healthy and strong boy. The midwife said he came out quickly."

Viserys nodded, taking a deep breath while pacing around the room, and playing with a small golden signet ring between his fingers.

Daemon sighed, "I guess I never told you how sorry I am that she's gone. I truly am, Viserys. Aemma was loved, especially by Y/N. The Queen’s death triggered her early labor."

"I am the one who's sorry." Viserys looked at his brother, his lilac orbits were covered by a glossy barrier of tears, "My wife and child are dead, and the only thing I can feel right now is envy. You had a baby boy, and Y/N is fine, while I lost my family. I lost her…"

Daemon tried to open his mouth to say something, but his brother continued, "I know it is not your fault, and neither is Y/N's that her pregnancy was so perfect, but I can't help it. I'm sorry Daemon, but do know, I'm also happy for you. Please, give Y/N my best wishes, I hope she recovers quickly, as I am sure she will."

Daemon silently nodded, leaving the room.

[bi-buckrights]

No my friend I am but a teeny tiny spot of a blogger in here but me and my dragonriders love you 💕💜💕

Well my dear you may be a small blog but your impact on this fandom is so big ❤️ you are so kind and talented and I feel so lucky to know you 🥰