#erryk cargyll

[basedaemond]

yeeah ima need ser erryk and his brown leather man-purse to come slut me out.

[sihtriggyr]

Erryk Cargyll is a real one because I also look at Daemon and Rhaenyra like this

[kazz-brekker]

hotd episode 9 thoughts:

thought i might miss rhaenyra & daemon & co in this episode, but there was enough tension and drama that i honestly didn’t and i think it was a good choice to have the whole episode be centered around the greens.

i do have to admit i’m a little amused that the way they stretched out the green council plot was by having people run around king’s landing looking for aegon. an egg hunt, one might say…

olivia cooke was absolutely FANTASTIC in this episode she did such a good job of showing how alicent was pulled between her love for rhaenyra and what she thought was her duty.

rip lyman beesbury you spent most of your screen time talking about boring finance stuff but you were a real one when it counted.

let out an actual flinch when they mentioned storm’s end and lord baratheon’s unmarried daughters. if you know you know.

helaena with her bug embroidery was so cute.

i don’t know who in this fandom coined the phrase “mommy’s favorite war criminal” in relation to aemond and alicent but i am literally incapable of not thinking it when they have a scene together now, so that’s your influence.

rhaenys was such a badass in this episode, i love her very much. her scene where she told alicent that she wasn’t seeking freedom but rather to make a window in her prison wall … oh hell yeah it was everything i wanted someone to say to alicent.

the whole otto vs alicent plot was SO good i am ready for their relationship to fall apart. alicent calling him out for manipulating her whole life was incredibly satisfying, i’ve literally been waiting all season for it.

criston cole saying all women are made in the image of the mother and they should be treated with reverence … i believe that’s what we call irony.

i enjoyed aemond complaining about aegon and how he should be king instead, it was a great insight into his character. also, aemond targaryen canonical nerd.

i do have to respect mysaria for just being totally on her own side with her own agenda and willing to support whoever will further it.

her stuffing aegon underneath the sept to keep him safe was honestly kind of hilarious.

aegon running away from his coronation was a bit funny but mostly just very sad. he doesn’t want it! he doesn’t want to be king! this whole tragedy could have been averted if not for the forces pushing him around!

the fight between aegon and aemond WAS extremely funny though. the hair pulling, the spitting, the rolling around on the ground shouting … peak sibling behavior.

as a twin i greatly enjoyed the building tension between erryk and arryk and their conflict about serving aegon, it’s going to lead to so much drama.

i could have lived a long and happy life without seeing that scene between alicent and larys. but unfortunately i have seen it. and now i must life with the trauma.

big fan of how completely dead-eyed and miserable aegon looked during the coronation scene, props to tom glynn-carney for his acting.

the scene with rhaenys and meleys bursting through the bottom of the dragonpit was extremely cool and i was rooting VERY hard for her to murder aegon even though i know it wasn’t going to happen. your dragon stepped on a bunch of people what’s torching one guy after that!

category 5 event imminent i spy aemond taking off his eyepatch and vhagar up to no good in the trailer for episode 10. 

literally since the moment this show was announced i have been steeling myself to see That Event at storm’s end adapted and now that we’re almost there i would like to publicly announce that i am still! not! ready!!

[kckt88]

The Lost Dragon III - Slip Away.

Summary:

Aegon makes a sinister threat, and Vaelys makes a choice.

Warning(s): Angst, Threats, Uncle/Niece Incest, Smut - Oral Sex (F-Recieving), P in V, Escape Attempt, Death.

AEMOND TARGARYEN x O.C -VAELYS TARGARYEN

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 4149

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated

Vaelys breathed in the fresh air as she strolled through the gardens of the Red Keep, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin after being confined to her chambers.

The gardens were alive with the vibrant colours of blooming flowers, their sweet fragrance filling the air and lifting her spirits.

Aemond followed behind Vaelys as she meandered through the gardens. His gaze lingering on her form, admiring the way the sunlight danced in her silver hair and the gentle sway of her dress with each step she took.

He matched her pace, content to walk a few steps behind her, allowing her to lead the way through the path of greenery. Though he could have easily walked beside her, he found a quiet pleasure in watching her explore the gardens at her own pace.

Every so often, Vaelys would pause to admire a particularly beautiful flower or to reach out and touch the leaves of a nearby tree. Aemond would stop as well, his attention fully on her as she immersed herself in the natural beauty surrounding them. He couldn't help but smile as he watched the genuine joy that lit up her face, knowing that this simple moment brought her happiness.

As Aemond and Vaelys continued their leisurely stroll through the gardens, they were interrupted by the sudden appearance of Helaena.

"Vaelys, would you like to come and search for spiders with me? I've heard there are some fascinating specimens hiding among the bushes” exclaimed Helaena, her voice laced with a hint of eagerness.

Vaelys recoiled slightly, a shiver running down her spine at the mere mention of spiders.

"Oh, Helaena-I-I'll come with you” replied Vaelys, her voice hesitant. "But I think I'll be content to observe from a safe distance."

Helaena nodded, her smile widening. "Of course, Vaelys. Your company is all I need."

As they ventured deeper into the garden, Helaena's excitement was evident. Her eyes eagerly scanning the foliage for any signs of their arachnid quarry. Vaelys followed close behind, her gaze darting nervously from one shadowy corner to the next.

Just as they reached a particularly dense cluster of bushes, a young squire came running up to them, his face flushed with urgency.

"Prince Aemond," he gasped, "The King demands your presence at a council meeting immediately."

Aemond's brow furrowed in concern as he turned to the squire, his thoughts already drifting to the matters that required his attention.

“It’s ok brother-I shall keep an eye on Vaelys,” said Helaena.

“But-“ replied Aemond.

“I’m more than capable of keeping my good sister company. If it makes you feel any better Ser Charles is standing watch” replied Helaena.

Reluctantly, Aemond nodded, knowing he had little choice but to trust in Helaena's assurances. With a final lingering look at Vaelys, he turned and hurried off towards the castle, his mind already consumed with the matters that awaited him.

“A dragon across the sea, a bronze heart waiting to be free,” said Helaena.

“What does that mean?” asked Vaelys.

“You’ll find out” replied Helaena.

“When?”

“After the butterfly is born” said Helaena smiling.

"My King," said Otto tentatively, "The Velaryon fleet has effectively strangled our trade routes, and they've cut off all naval access to and from Blackwater Bay. Our coffers are dwindling by the day, and our allies grow restless".

"Restless?! They dare threaten the stability of the realm. This blockade is an act of treason!" snarled Aegon slamming his fist on the table.

"Your Grace, we must tread carefully. The Velaryon’s are a powerful house-“ said Grand Maester Orwyle, his voice a calm contrast to the King's fury.

“Who support my whore of a sister” snapped Aegon.

“Acting rashly could lead to further escalation” warned Otto.

"Escalation?!" Aegon rose from his seat, his violet eyes flashing with fury. "They seek to undermine my rule, to force me to relinquish the crown to my sister! They will learn that the blood of the dragon does not yield so easily."

"Your Grace, if I may, we could attempt to negotiate with House Velaryon. Find a peaceful resolution, offer concessions—" said Maester Orwyle.

"Concessions?!" Aegon's voice thundered through the chamber. "I will not negotiate with traitors! We will crush this blockade by force if necessary!"

“Your Grace we could-“ muttered Jasper Wylde.

"Enough!" Aegon's voice thundered through the room, cutting through the whispered deliberations like a sword through flesh. "We have wasted too much time entertaining futile suggestions. It is clear what must be done."

The council fell silent, all eyes turning to the king, his figure towering over the seated lords and advisors.

"We have dragons, my brother has Vhagar" Aegon declared, his voice low and dangerous. "And it is time we remind House Velaryon and all who dare challenge the Iron Throne of the power that resides within these walls."

A hushed murmur of apprehension spread through the room, at the mention of the dragons.

"Your Grace, the use of dragons in such a manner-it could have dire consequences. We cannot unleash such devastation lightly." warned Otto.

Aegon fixed his steely gaze on his Hand, his violet eyes ablaze with determination. "The Velaryon’s have forced our hand. They seek to starve us into submission, to bend the knee to my sister. But they underestimate the strength of House Targaryen, the strength of our dragons."

"Your Grace, we must consider the repercussions of such actions. House Velaryon may have set the blockade, but they are not alone in their allegiance to Princess Rhaenyra. She too commands dragons, not to mention Daemon has experience with battle”.

Aegon's expression darkened at the reminder, his jaw clenched with barely contained fury. "Let her bring her dragons," he retorted sharply. "We will meet them with fire and blood."

Your Grace, if you engage in battle with Princess Rhaenyra's dragons, it could lead to unimaginable devastation for both sides." warned Maester Orwyle.

"We must consider all possible outcomes, Your Grace. The sight of dragons locked in combat above the Blackwater Bay would strike fear into the hearts of our people. It could plunge the realm into chaos” said Tyland nodding in agreement; his gaze steady as he met the King's furious stare.

Aegon's fists clenched at his sides, for a long moment, the king stood in silence, his mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he relented, his voice weary yet resolute.

“Very well, of course there are other ways to force Rhaenyra’s hand” said Aegon as he looked over at Aemond.

“Your Grace?” asked Otto curiously.

“Vaelys-I want a child in her belly. Rhaenyra might think twice when we also have her grandchild as a hostage” snarled Aegon.

“These things take time Your Grace” replied Aemond, tying to keep his anger in check. The child that Aegon spoke so callously of would not just be Vaelys’ child but his too.

“Don’t fill me with falsehoods I know that you haven’t touched her since your wedding night” snarked Aegon.

“I will not force myself-“

“-You will do your duty brother and fuck your wife until she’s swollen with your child, or else I will take over and I won’t give two shits whether she wants it or not” demanded Aegon.

“Yes, Your Grace” muttered Aemond through gritted teeth.

“Good-now get out” snapped Aegon as he reached for a cup of wine.

Aemond bowed respectfully and then left the council chambers.

He stormed through the corridors of the Red Keep, not wanting to speak too anyone and he had barely closed the door to his own chambers before he punched the wall.

“FUCK!!” exclaimed Aemond as the pain quickly lanced through his hand.

Gods he was angry. He needed to get out of there before he did something stupid, like go back to the council chambers and beat the living shit out of his brother.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Aemond quickly donned his riding leathers and went to Vhagar. A few hours away from it all is exactly what he needed.

As Vaelys and Helaena lingered in the serene ambiance of the garden, their peaceful interlude was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Ser Arryk.

"Princess Vaelys," he addressed her with a respectful nod, "The King has requested your presence in his chambers immediately."

Vaelys' heart skipped a beat at the unexpected summons, her mind racing with questions as to what could be so urgent. She exchanged a quick glance with Helaena, who offered her a reassuring smile, before turning her attention back to Ser Arryk.

“Where is Aemond?” asked Vaelys.

“Your husband has gone out with his dragon” replied Arryk.

"I guess we shouldn’t keep the King waiting then" replied Vaelys, her voice steady despite the flutter of apprehension in her chest.

With a nod of acknowledgement, Ser Arryk gestured for her to follow, and Vaelys fell into step beside him, her thoughts swirling with curiosity and concern. As they made their way back inside the castle, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over her.

Vaelys approached the door to King Aegon's chambers with cautious steps, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. The summons had come unexpectedly, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over her. As she reached out to grasp the ornate door handle, she took a deep breath to steady herself before gently pushing it open.

The room beyond was bathed in the warm glow of flickering torches, casting dancing shadows against the walls. Vaelys stepped inside, her senses alert as she scanned the room for any sign of the King.

Aegon was seated on a large chaise by the window, his expression unreadable as he regarded her with a steady gaze.

“Do you know why I’ve summoned you?”

“No, Your Grace” replied Vaelys.

“The Velaryon fleet has blocked the Gullet-preventing all travel and seaborn trade”.

“What’s that got to do with me?” asked Vaelys, watching cautiously as Aegon rose from his chaise and walked towards her.

She remembered standing at the painted table with her mother and her council as Lord Corlys had informed her of his success in the Step Stones.

His plan to seal the Gullet had come to fruition.

So her mother had decided to lay seige to Kings Landing to force the Greens to surrender.

“It seems we’ve underestimated your worth as a hostage, so maybe Rhaenyra needs reminding of what’s at stake” said Aegon smirking.

“How?” asked Vaelys.

“A babe” said Aegon.

“I-I’m not with child”.

“Not yet-but you soon will be-I’ve told my brother that he is too fuck you until you are with child. If not, then I will have you for myself and my brother will not stop me. I might even make him watch” said Aegon.

“Y-You wouldn’t” said Vaelys.

“I am the King-If I want you, I will have you-“ whispered Aegon as he reached forward and began toying with a strand of hair that had come loose from Vaelys’ braid.

“-Please, don’t do this” begged Vaelys.

“Why not?” asked Aegon cocking his head to the side.

“It is not proper” muttered Vaelys.

“Like I give a shit-“ snarked Aegon.

“It would be a dishonour”.

“To who-you? don’t make me laugh-you’re the daughter of a whore”

“I am the wife of your brother-“

“None of that matters-you are what I say you are” said Aegon.

“As are you” replied Vaelys.

Aegon paused for a moment, smirking as he looked her up and down.

“-Ser Arryk, escort my niece back to her chambers” said Aegon as he stepped away and sat down.

“Your Grace” muttered Arryk.

“A man who forces himself upon a woman is no man at all, and neither is the one who stands idle and allows such behaviour” said Vaelys as she stepped into the hallway.

“He is the King” replied Arryk.

“So that gives him the right to treat women as if they are nothing-you know what I don’t why I’m wasting my breath, you’ve made it perfectly clear where your loyalties lie”.

“Princess-“

“Not if-but when my mother takes back the Iron Throne, you will die for your treachery” snapped Vaelys.

Arryk remained silent after that, his head hung low as he escorted her to her chambers.

It was almost dusk when he returned to the Red Keep, sometimes his old girl could be difficult to rouse but today she’d been more than ready to take to the sky.

In the weeks since their wedding, Aemond and Vaelys had developed some form of friendship, they dined together most nights, spent time in the gardens and spoke often of historical facts or whatever they’d done during the day.

As he arrived in his chambers he was greeted by a hot bath.

“I figured you’d want to bathe; the air seemed a little cool today” said Vaelys.

“Hmm” muttered Aemond as he began pulling of his riding leathers.

“I’ll go into the lounge-“

“No. Stay. There’s something I need to tell you” said Aemond.

 “Ok” replied Vaelys looking away until Aemond stepped into the bath and lowered himself into the hot water.

Aemond leaned against the edge of the bath and closed his eye. The hot water soothing his aching muscles. He almost forgot Vaelys was there until she cleared her throat.

“You said you had something to tell me”.

 “I’ve spent the last few hours practising this conversation and there’s no easy way to say this but-“

“For the love of all that is holy, just spit it out will you” snapped Vaelys.

“The King wants me to put a child in you” mumbled Aemond.

“I know-“ replied Vaelys.

“Y-You do?”

“Aegon summoned me to his chambers earlier, he said that he wants you to get me with child-if you don’t then he will have me for himself and he would make you watch“ muttered Vaelys.

“Did he touch you?” asked Aemond.

“No-he just threatened too” muttered Vaelys.

“I will not let him touch you. I give you my word” Aemond.

“He is your King. You can’t disobey him”  said Vaelys.

“I’ll think of something”  replied Aemond.

“You won’t always be here to protect me Aemond”.

“Vaelys-“ whispered Aemond as he began to look for a towel.

“Here, I placed it near the fire so it would be warm for you” said Vaelys as she handed him a warm towel.

“Who taught you that?” asked Aemond.

“My mother. Sometimes we’d go on family dragon rides and sometimes the skies around Dragonstone would be a little chilly, so she would always set towels in front of the fire to warm us up after we’d washed away the smell of dragon” said Vaelys sadly her heart clenching at the thought of Archonei.

“Sounds-nice” muttered Aemond.

Vaelys nodded slightly and then turned around to give Aemond some privacy as he dried himself and pulled on a pair of loose breeches.

“You can turn around now” said Aemond as he sat on the bed.

After a few moments of awkward silence Vaelys begins undressing.

“What are you doing?” asked Aemond.

“My duty” replied Vaelys.

“V-Vaelys. Wait” urged Aemond.

“You may have killed Archonei and brought me here, but I would rather be with you and carry your child. Than have your brothers child after he forces himself on me” exclaimed Vaelys.

“But-” muttered Aemond.

“This is MY choice and I choose you valzȳrys” said Vaelys as she began fiddling with the laces on her shift (husband).

“-ābrazȳrys” rasped Aemond (Wife).

“Let us pretend there is no war-that the house of the dragon is united, let this be for us. Now there’s no one watching” said Vaelys as she untied her shift and pulled it from her body.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Your seriously asking me that as I stand in front of you as naked as my name day”.

“Just making sure” replied Aemond as he reached out and took Vaelys’ hand guiding her to the bed.

“Now, show me what it feels like to enjoy the touch of my husband”.

Vaelys had lost most of her senses the moment Aemond had pressed her onto the bed and knelt down between her open legs.

When he said he wanted to kiss her there, she never imagined this.

Vaelys’ eyes rolled into the back of her head as Aemond’s tongue swept across her slick wet folds.

Vaelys bit the back of her hand to keep herself from screaming as Aemond began using his long fingers to tease her entrance.

“Ivestragī issa rȳbagon ao” growls Aemond (Let me hear you).

 “A-Aemond. Oh god. Please” moaned Vaelys.

Aemond pressed two fingers inside Vaelys, moving them against a spot that made her entire body shake.

“I know your almost there. Let it happen my sweet. Come for me” whispered Aemond.

Vaelys arched her back and let out a scream as her pleasure erupted.

Aemond crawled up Vaelys’ body, placing gentle kisses on her skin as he moved higher and higher.

Vaelys blushed furiously when she saw that Aemond’s chin was shining with her slick.

“Calm yourself my little dragon” murmured Aemond.

“I-I’ve never-” mumbled Vaelys.

 “Was that your first peak?” asked Aemond.

 Vaelys blushed and nodded. Aemond smiled as he leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue along Vaelys’ bottom lip.

Vaelys jumped when she felt Aemond’s cock against her.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow” whispered Aemond as he reached down and took hold of his hard cock rubbing it along Vaelys’ wet folds.

“Ok. I’m ready” replied Vaelys, her heart pounding. Aemond thrusts his hips forward and the entire hard length of him is buried inside Vaelys.

“Oh” gasped Vaelys. She had expected to feel pain, but this was something else entirely.

Aemond rolls his hips gently at first, allowing Vaelys the time to adjust to the feeling of his cock moving back and forth inside her, but when his wife begins issuing quiet yet insistent pleas of 'harder and faster' Aemond loses it and begins fucking Vaelys into the mattress.

Their hips pound together as Aemond thrusts hard and fast, his movements brutal and precise.

“Fuck” moans Aemond his cock throbbing with need.

“A-Aemond”

“What is it you desire, Princess?” asked Aemond, his thrusts becoming somewhat stuttered and messy, his singular eye screwed shut, he ready to burst at any moment. His silver hair stuck to his forehead, from the exertion of fucking his wife.

“You-Aemond-” gasped Vaelys. Aemond grinned, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, watching her body jerk with each movement of his hips.

He could feel her cunny fluttering around him, so he reached down to apply pressure to her pearl.

Vaelys let out a chocked moan as she felt is finger swirling around her, she buried one hand into his long silver hair and the other grasped his arm so tight her knuckles had turned white.

Aemond pulls back slightly to watch with excitement as his wife peaks again around his length.

With a choked, staggered moan of his own, Aemond grips her so tightly, she would surely bruise, as he spills himself inside her hot, wet cunny. Filling her with rope after rope of his seed, thrusting shallowly to ensure it was as deep inside her as possible.

Aemond collapsed on top of Vaelys, his face buried in her neck.

After he’d managed to catch his breath, Aemond slowly pulled his softened cock from his wife and laid down next to her, without thinking he enveloped her in his arms.

Vaelys felt warm and utterly exhausted. She shifted to look up at her husband, watching as his eye opened to look down at her.

“A-Are you ok?” asked Aemond.

“I’m ok” whispered Vaelys.

“Hmm” rasped Aemond as he leaned closer and pressed his mouth to hers.

“Thank you”

“For what?” asked Aemond.

“The wedding night, you were kind to me” uttered Vaelys.

“I am your husband it’s-“ stuttered Aemond as Vaelys leaned forward and seized his mouth in a kiss, her tongue slowly moving against his.

“Aemond” breathed Vaelys her fingers moving through the sparse hairs that graced his chest.

“Give me a few minutes ñuha dōna and I’ll be ready to have you again” (My sweet)

Aemond had a ravenous appetite that night, he kissed, licked, and fucked her well into the hours of the night.

Never fully satisfied until he’d filled her with his seed another three times.

Aemond was absolutely insatiable, even the next morning he had reached for Vaelys and had her again.

He muttered nonsensically as he thrust his hard cock into her, begging, and muttering filthy things in high Valyrian.

Afterwards, Aemond had wrapped his arms around Vaelys and held her close.

At some point Vaelys had managed to fall back to sleep, and she eventually awoke some hours later to find Aemond sitting at the table, eating his dinner.

“You should have woke me” muttered Vaelys as she kissed Aemond on the cheek.

“I didn’t want to disturb you” replied Aemond.

“I’m surprised Ser Criston hasn’t come banging on the door, as I assume you’ve missed your morning training session”.

“Missing one training session won’t hurt, besides I had other things to occupy my time” quipped Aemond.

“Glad to hear it” said Vaelys.

“Although I will be stuck in council meetings all day-“ muttered Aemond.

“I-I think I’ll stay in our chambers today-Helaena was going on about millipedes yesterday and I’d rather not be in the company of such-creatures” said Vaelys shuddering.

“Are you afraid of bugs?” asked Aemond trying to stifle a smile.

“T-They have their place in the world-just not anywhere near me” said Vaelys.

“Well, it’s a good job that I had some new books brought from the library-so you may read to your hearts content” replied Aemond.

“Thank you” replied Vaelys as she took a sip of water.

True to his word, Aemond was gone all day.

But Vaelys contented herself with sitting on the balcony and reading through the books that Aemond had brought.

As the sun began to set, the maids had delivered supper and Aemond still hadn’t returned.

Vaelys was about to ask the guard on duty if he knew when Aemond would be back when the door to her chambers opened, and Ser Arryk walked in.

“If your King has the gall to summon me again-tell him to go fuck himself” snapped Vaelys.

“I swore to ward the Queen, with all my strength and give my blood for hers. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I will guard her secrets, obey her commands, ride at her side, and defend her name and honour”.

“Ser Erryk?” questioned Vaelys.

The memory of the day her mother had been crowned by her father, the crown of Viserys reaching Dragonstone by the hand of Ser Erryk.

"Your father sent me. We must leave now” said Erryk gesturing for her to follow.

“But-Aemond-” said Vaelys.

“This is your only chance Princess-Come we must go” said Erryk.

“The guard outside-”

“As far as anyone knows I’m Arryk and I’m escorting you to the Tower of the Hand” said Erryk.

"I could write Aemond a note" said Vaelys, looking around the chambers for ink and parchment.

"Princess-we must go" urged Erryk.

There was a part of Vaelys that didn’t want to leave Aemond-but she longed for her mother’s embrace, she missed her father and his lessons with the blade, she wished to hear the laughter of her brothers and sisters again, and she knew that she would never get another chance at this again, so after taking a deep breath Vaelys followed Erryk.

Ser Erryk's heart raced as he led Princess Vaelys through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep. His armour clinked softly with each step, the weight of his mission pressing upon him like an invisible burden.

At the behest of her father, Daemon, he was to help Vaelys escape the clutches of her forced marriage to Aemond Targaryen.

The princess moved swiftly, her eyes wide with fear yet filled with determination. Erryk admired her bravery, even in the face of such danger. They reached the gate, their only barrier to freedom looming ahead.

With a silent prayer to the Seven, Erryk pushed open the heavy door, ready to usher Vaelys into the night and back to the safety of Dragonstone.

But their hopes were shattered as the gate swung open, revealing Aemond standing before them, his features twisted in a mix of fury and anguish.

Erryk's hand instinctively went to his sword, but before he could draw it, Aemond was upon him.

"Aemond, no" pleaded Vaelys, her voice trembling with desperation. But Aemond paid her no heed as he engaged Erryk in combat.

Steel clashed against steel, echoing through the courtyard as Erryk and Aemond fought with all their might.

Despite his skill, Erryk found himself outmatched by the rage-fueled attacks of the Targaryen prince.

With a final, brutal strike, Aemond delivered a fatal blow, and Erryk fell to the ground, his lifeblood staining the stone beneath him.

Vaelys screamed in horror as she rushed to Erryk's side, but Aemond seized her roughly, tearing her away from the fallen knight.

"No, Aemond, please," cried Vaelys, tears streaming down her face.

But Aemond's grip only tightened as he dragged her back towards the Red Keep.

[kataraavatara]

there is something SO PERSONAL to me about alicent telling dyana no one would believe her and yet the first person dyana told being a defector to rhaenyra’s side because he sees what aegon is and is disgusted by it. “oh oh but the tragedy was supposed to be twins on opposite sides with no choice, they missed the theme by giving Erryk Steffon Darklyn’s storyline” i! don’t! care! i don’t care, i do not careeeee. show erryk’s storyline and characterization is important to ME.

[darksvster]

Excerpt From the House of the Dragon

"The Green Council" — Season 1 Episode 9

Ser Erryk leaves his brother's side after seeing Aegon's behavior.

Details:

Draft Date: Nov 19, 2021 — Goldenrod Pages

Teleplay by Sara Hess

Announcement & FAQ

[eschercaine]

OUR WESTEROS’ IT COUPLE IS FINALLY BAAACK!!!! 💅🗣️ Why do I have a feeling that Rhaenyra is looking at Daemon in that scene?

And the Black council looking drippy and badass as always. 😍

[drogonstone]

Ser Erryk Cargyll in 1.10 The Black Queen

[gotham-at-nightfall]

The Blacks and the Greens

By Jota Saraiva

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[starogeorgina]

“𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔. 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓.”

— Ser Erryk Cargyll

[xejune]

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[author-morgan]

Title: White Knight Pairing: Ser Erryk Cargyll x fem!Reader Rating: M Summary: You and Erryk both know what it means when he swears the oath of the Kingsgaurd, but it does not make it any easier. Warnings: typical Westerosi shenanigans A belated Christmas and early Valentine's present for @mrsragnarlodbrok! ❤️🎁😘

For our love is a ghost that the others can't see.

HE COMES TO you in the night, bringing urgent tidings which leave him elated and distraught. For weeks there were whispers in the Red Keep of who the new members of the Kingsgaurd would be in the wake of Ser Robin Shaw and Ser Clement Crabb’s recent passing. Arryk and Erryk Cargyll’s names garnered much attention and praise from the Lords of the Court and Small Council in recent weeks. The twins are of noble stock from the Crownlands. They are fine men. Among the best warriors the Seven Kingdoms can offer, as so few returned from Prince Daemon’s war in the Stepstones.

The whispers were proven true at the feast to celebrate Prince Aemond’s fifth nameday —and with Aegon and Aemond quickly growing, the young princes would need their own sworn swords. The honor of serving alongside his brother in the Kingsguard is one Erryk has dreamt of since he was a boy. Now Viserys has extended that honor to both he and Arryk. But the vows he must take weigh heavy on his shoulders with the thought of you. 

“Do not let me dissuade you, Erryk.” His clear gaze flits up from the flagstone floor to you —smiling and happier about the news than him. “To be named a knight of the Kingsguard is among the highest of honors,” you reason. Boys dreamt of serving in the Kingsguard, and so few are ever offered the opportunity to fulfill their boyhood dreams. Despite it all, you know why he has come to you so distraught —it is the status of your courtship and the oath he must swear. 

You know the oaths knights swear well enough, and those of the Kingsguard too —have heard the young princes and boys at court whisper them with starry-eyed aspirations of donning the White Cloak one day. I swear to ward the King with all my strength and give my blood for His. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, and father no children. I shall guard His secrets, obey His commands, ride at His side and defend His name and honor. I pledge to His Grace my life and honor from this day to the end of my days.

He grips your hands, blue-grey eyes pleading with you to understand the gravity of this moment —what it means for the two of you and the future you’ve both thought and spoken about. “I must swear to never marry.” Erryk’s voice wavers as he echoes the oath. “To father no children and hold no lands.” I can live without a Keep and land to call my own, he thinks. “I do not wish to give you up.” It’s a hoarse whisper that makes your stomach churn with sorrow and heart ache.

You love Erryk, dearly, and for that, you cannot let him set aside such an honor for you —the daughter of a newly named vassal house of the Riverlands. His name will live on in history should he don the white cloak but would surely fade if he takes you to wed. And after all, given your position in court, it is unlikely you and Erryk will truly have to be parted from one another’s company. “I am one of Rheanyra’s ladies-in-waiting,” you remind him, gently, “and you are to be one of her sworn protectors.” You can see the corners of his lips twitch upward beneath his scraggly beard. “I do not think we will often be parted.”

Erryk’s brows furrow. “You would have me break my oath?”

“No!” You quickly exclaim. “I only meant we do not have to become strangers should you accept the king’s offer,” you explain. “We all must make sacrifices in this life, and I would not have you give up your dream for me, Erryk.”

Erryk exhales, his breath shaking —it seems as though you have decided for him. “Grant me one last night then, my lady,” he says, a whispered plea, as he looks at you, pinning you there with his warm, nigh doleful gaze, as though he can’t decide how to proceed or how to make this night last a lifetime. Erryk settles for a chaste kiss. It’s soft, save for the familiar scratch of his beard against your cheek and jaw and searching as he waits for you to give him an indication of where this night is to lead. And when your lips meet again, it's with intention —fingers threading into Erryk’s hair, anchoring yourself against him, and ruining the half-bun that keeps his long dark hair from falling in front of his face.

He moves forward, easing you back toward the bed —a plainly furnished wooden frame and a lumpy straw-and-feather stuffed mattress you’ve shared many times before. He lays you back, never once daring to part from your lips, your touch. Bliss makes your head spin, and upon coming up for air, you find his eyes staring into your own, communicating everything you could ever wish for and everything you can never have.

The chill of the night air turns your skin to gooseflesh as Erryk pushes up the hem of your chemise —the rough pads of his fingers brushing across your stomach and then higher. You squirm out of the thin piece of linen, and he tosses it aside, pausing above you for the briefest of moments. He breathes your name, a soft sigh; then his lips trace over your collarbone before he sits back on the edge of the bed, toeing off his boots.

He glances back up to your face and uses your arms to drag you closer to him, hooking them around his neck as he kisses you deeper this time. You feel his hands settle on your waist —warm and strong as he pulls you against him. He’s hot. Skin and mouth. And every touch and lingering caress sets you alight, burning on the inside. Erryk parts and stares down at you —memorizing the curve of your chin and upper lip, the soft glimmer and adoration in your eyes as you look at him. Between the ache in his heart and the voice in his head, it’s nigh too much, and he dips back down for another kiss, this time parting your lips, relishing the startled breath you give.

Your hands wander across his shoulders and back, gathering the linen of his tunic in your hands before pulling free the hem from his britches and drawing the off-white fabric up and overhead. Erryk shudders when your lips brush over his chest, fingertips wandering over the muscles of his arms and back —committing the feel of him to memory. But his hands wander too, and you can’t help but tense up when you feel his fingers ghost over you. Your legs spread wider for him, and you’re rewarded with a stroke from the entrance of your cunt to your clit.

He does it again before pressing a finger into your warmth, working you slowly open. Your hips jerk softly along with his movements. He hums when a second finger joins it, quickly kissing you again to hide the little whimpers you make with every move of his hand. He knows your body just as well as you do, and it’s easy to tell exactly how he needs to touch you to make you gasp and clench around his fingers —and he’s relentless in his efforts. His thumb rubs firmly against your clit, and you jolt.

“Erryk.” His name is a soft plea for more or to stop. You aren’t sure which. His free hand brushes a stray hair out of your face, and you smile up at him, unfocused and panting hard. You clumsily grab for him but get distracted by the fingers shifting inside you. He moves slower, dragging over the sensitive spots he’s found inside you —leaving your nerves tingling with every touch. His mouth finds yours again, and you run a hand through his hair, then his fingers angle themselves just right to stroke the spot that pushes you over the precipice.

Rising from the bed, he undoes his belt and the ties of his britches, stepping out of them and his drawers. Then he finally lets you touch him in return, and you run your hand along the length of his hard cock. He tilts your chin up with one finger to steal another kiss, and you let out a small sigh —willing to give anything to make this night last a lifetime. Erryk rejoins you on the bed and pulls you atop him, straddling his lap. You adjust yourself, and his hands settle at your hips to line your body up with his. He guides you downward, and you feel the head of his cock push inside your cunt. He bottoms out inside you in one smooth thrust that makes the air catch in your throat.

“Are you alright?” He asks, ever the gentleman, as his lips trail faint, soothing kisses along your shoulder. You nod wordlessly. There’s only the pleasant and familiar stretch of his cock. You give his shoulders a reassuring squeeze, and he lifts you by the hips and brings you back down onto him. He watches you, murmuring praises for you that would sound unbearably cheesy coming from anyone else. His stare is wide and unblinking as he appreciates the sight of your cunt taking him in over and over. Your knight is so romantic it should be embarrassing, but somehow all you feel is affection —another of his many talents. You pull him down for another kiss, long and slow until your lungs ache, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile against yours.

Erryk reads you like a book —a battle plan— ready to adjust his pace or intensity perfectly to match your wants before you can even ask aloud. He does all the work for you, his grip firm on your hips to guide you up and down along his cock. You shift in his arms to drag your lips down his neck, and he brings you down at an angle that’s just a bit different. Your body reacts immediately to the sudden stimulation, nigh severing the only thing keeping you tethered to shore in a sea of ecstasy. His own breath stutters in his throat at the feeling of you clenching around him. Erryk thinks he could spend the next thousand years like this, and it still wouldn’t be enough. And it drives him to madness to know this must be the last time to have like this.

You whimper and groan in frustration when he pulls you off him and lays you back on the bed, but then he’s clambering over you, the bedframe creaking with the shifting weight. Nestled between your legs, his cock nudges deeper and sends lazy tendrils of euphoria curling through you. Erryk’s eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen, shining with love and lust and something akin to awe. You lean your head back, arching your body to better accept him, every ridge and vein of him dragging against you.

Hooking your legs around his waist, you roll into his thrusts, pulling him deeper. His ragged breaths and grunts mingle with your sighs of pleasure, your panting scarcely keeping up with the demand of your racing heart. His kiss is rough and desperate —a wet and messy meeting of mouths as his rhythm loses its steadiness and any semblance of control as he seeks his own end.

He lifts his mouth off yours, and rough fingertips slide between your bodies, pushing through the sweat and slick to strum your clit. His eyes are heavy and half-lidded as he borders the precipice of his pleasure, nearly there, dragging you with him for once more before he will allow himself his release. 

His cock throbs and twitches as your body tightens and clenches under the tender assault of his fingers. You let your head fall to the side, pulling you under the fog of ecstasy. Erryk doesn’t need much longer, only a handful more thrusts, before he gives in. For a moment, he remains like that, half leaning over you, his eyes shit, catching his breath. Then he shifts, and you can feel the extra warmth between your thighs.

Erryk’s gentle as he relaxes his arms, lowering himself to rest on top of you. He lays his head across your chest, ear pressed against your skin to listen to your heartbeat as you run your fingers through his sweat-damp hair, keeping him close. He’ll pull his softening cock out of you soon enough, but at the moment, all he wants is a minute of peace like this. A moment to remember.

With deliberate movement, Erryk shifts back, drawing your body with him as he lays down on the bed once again, pulling you with him. Softly, his palms smooth over your bare back, your figure pressed to his as warm skin sticks together. And his fingertips lightly trace back and forth over your neck as you carefully adjust your head, resting it once more on his chest —whispering your affections.

WHEN RHAENYRA WISHES to return to Dragonstone, you are among the first she asks to accompany her back to her ancestral home. It is the growing rift between her and the Queen that drives the heir to the Iron Throne across Blackwater Bay. Erryk already knows when you find him sharpening his sword outside Prince Aegon’s chambers. But the King has made him and his brother the protectors of Prince Aegon and Aemond. If but a fortnight sooner in her decision, Erryk would have still been Rhaenrya’s sworn shield. He holds you, weeping, for as long as he dares and promises this will not be goodbye. And you pluck up the courage to kiss his cheek before returning to your chambers to ready your belongings. But as you glance back over your shoulder at Ser Erryk Cargyll, he cannot help but wonder if taking the oath was truly the right thing to do.

He comes to pledge fealty to Queen Rhaenrya. Offering the crown of her father —and grandfather— as he recites the vows of the Kingsguard once again. And after little Visenya’s pyre is naught but ashes and the first war council concludes, he comes to you in the dark of night sans armor —echoing a night nigh a decade ago. You open the door to your room, surprised to find him standing before you after all these years apart. 

“Erryk?” He steps to you. “I...what are you–” Chapped lips softly cut off your nervous rambling, and you close your eyes, sinking into his warmth, his smell, nigh all your worries quickly forgotten. He envelops you in every sense of the word, and you let yourself wonder if this is what home truly feels like. Alas, quickly —too quickly— he pulls away, resting his forehead on yours and a hand atop the one that rests on his shoulder. Everything fades as Erryk whispers your name. You kiss him back without thought of consequence, hands moving to the nape of his neck to draw him closer, unwilling to be parted again. Oaths be damned, Erryk thinks, if Rhaenrya must have his head for this offense, then he’ll gladly walk to the gallows. 

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[kataraavatara]

I’m actually so curious about HOTD’s version of Ser Erryk Cargyll? First of all, incredibly underrated character.

So in the Driftmark episode, Erryk is the one who informs Alicent of the “delicate situation” aka Aegon raping Dyana. When Alicent confronts Dyana she tells her “You told Ser Erryk, and Talia, and now me.”

The way the show presents it, it seems like Erryk is the first person Dyana went to after being raped.

I find it interesting that the first person a young teenager told about her assault was both a man and sworn to serve her assaulter. Why? Was he outside the door because he’s Aegon’s sworn shield (like a Jaime-Rhaella-Aerys parallel), he was the first person she saw upon fleeing Aegon’s room and she just broke down? Did she just feel safe talking to him because he was a member of the Kingsguard, renowned for their virtue (and vows of chastity)? Was she subconsciously hoping for justice or some kind of protection because of all the stories of knightly honor and chivalry? Or does he have a reputation as a generally kind man/good knight, someone safe to talk to?

I also love that they gave him Steffon Darklyn’s storyline. Watching him stand up for something in episodes 9 & 10 really solidified him as my favorite member of the Kingsguard. Genuinely obsessed with the Erryk/Jaime comparisons. idc.

https://youtu.be/9Yv66IsBPnE?si=esKbTdmvyR_jvJOG (at about 1:57 is when she says Erryk is the first person told)

[mejcinta]

Actually the Erryk vs Arryk scenes in ep 9 are unintentionally hilarious, in a negative way. Because what do you mean the ONLY reason Arryk chooses Aegon is merely because of 'duty' and nothing else? Does Arryk not have agency? Does he not have a history with Aegon? Has he not seen the more vulnerable sides to Aegon that his brother Erryk doesn't, and as a result is protective of the young Prince, despite of Aegon's shortfalls and vices?

And what of Erryk? What inspires his deep sense of morality? What does he find flawless about Rhaenyra that ensures his conclusion that she is fit to be Queen? What history does he have with Rhaenyra or Viserys? WHAT IS THERE???

More background would have worked wonders here, yet we're given such a brief, surface level and almost forced narrative regarding what motivates the Cargyll brothers. Such a wasted opportunity as the twins' preferences were meant to show us who Aegon and Rhaenyra truly are, and how the court views them.