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axelsagewrites · 10 months

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Can I request a modern! Jacaerys x Fem! OC fic where Rhaenyra is best friends with the OC’s mother and both Rhaenyra and the OC’s mother try to get Jacaerys and the OC to be friends and like each other but they absolutely hate each other ( like actually hate ) even when they were babies. Then, they grow up near each other and go to the same school but they still hate each other severely. During high school Jace becomes popular, and becomes the captain of his soccer team, and even gets a girlfriend while the OC is not popular by any means and is very shy and reclusive. They go off to uni, and the OC finally shows up to a frat party ( Jace’s frat ) and the tension sort of at its height, and that night and the OC accidentally ends up pregnant and they learn to love and live with each other during her pregnancy. Thank you so much if you can do this btw!!!

Jace Velaryon*Frat Party

Pairing: jace x f!reader

Word count: 1982

Warnings: rivalry, mentions of bullying, frat jace, flirty frat cregan, implied smut but nothing explicity, hate sex, accidental pregnancy, drinking

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Part Two linked at end

You had no clue how someone so sweet and loving and kind and amazing could birth such an idiotic insufferable twat. Yet somehow Rhaenyra had managed to do just that. Your mother was friends with Rhaenyra, lovingly dubbed aunty Nyra by you, and were so close that they deliberately moved into the same neighbourhood. This was all be swell if not for the fact that her eldest son Jace was just such a dick.

Your mothers tried to make you like each other and constantly set up playdates but you would simply ditch Jace to play with Luke until you realised, he’d only been so quite because he was giving your barbies haircuts. Eventually some time in middle school they gave up trying but still forced you to go on joint family vacations and similar hellish events.

There was a time in your freshman year of high school you almost became friends. That summer had gone surprisingly well with you both finally being civil enough to talk to each other. Then school rolled around again and Jace got onto the high school soccer team. You congratulated him and even was debating plucking up the courage to ask him to go out to celebrate since despite how much you hated him even you thought he was cute. Then he and sara snow came waltzing out of school and in hand and you went right back to hating him.

It wasn’t just because you were jealous, which you were but refused to admit, but because Sara snow had tormented you all of your first year. And Jace knew this. He knew she would taunt you and make pig noises at you in the corridor but yet here he was sucking face with her in front of your locker which was sadly right above his.

It only got worse when he dumped her then became the captain of the team. Then came a string of girlfriends who’d fawn over him relentlessly in school. To say it was hell was an understatement especially since it always seemed to be the girls that would tease you or laugh when you walked past. Highschool sucked to say the least but finally after all these years of hard work you got the letter.

Youd got into your dream school and were set to be moving to the dorm soon. A new start, new friends, another chance. Finally. Your bubble however was popped by your usual enemy. Jace fucking Velaryon was going there as well. You basically ran him down at the joint celebratory dinner your parents threw you both to say that if he dared ruin university for you the same way he ruined high school you’d make sure he’d never kick another ball again.

So, for the first two years you had peace. You had a small circle of friends, great classes, amazing grades, and your hair finally began to cooperate with you. Aunty Nyra even joked uni had given you a glow up when she saw you this summer. What you didn’t see was the way Jace’s eyes followed you as you left the room.

“I can’t believe you’ve never went to a frat party,” Aly said as she began to raid your closet, pulling out a dress and holding it to herself, “This poor dress. it deserves to see a little fun,”

You snorted at your friends as you helped straighten Sansa’s hair. “You wear it,”

“Or you could,” Sansa retorted, backing off when you held the straighteners in a way an angry mother holds a wooden spoon.

“Either you wear it, or I will,” Aly said as she tossed it on the bed and continued her raid. Your roommate Sansa had recently become friends with Aly and in an unexpected turn so had you. you and Sansa were far quieter than her, but Sansa always seemed to come back from hanging out with her with a huge smile, “Girl look at this top,” Aly broke your train of thought as she held up a black low-cut top, “How you not gonna go out when you own all these clothes?”

“My aunty got me them,”

Aly rolled her eyes as she continued her search, “Well I’m stealing the top but you’re wearing that dress,” she said and before you could even protest, she cut you off, “You are far too hot to be at home in sweats on a Saturday night. We are going,”

You sighed as you finished Sansa’s hair, but she turned to look up at you, “Cmon,” she whined, “one hour and if you don’t like it, we’ll all come back here and watch the polar express,”

You sighed yet again before pausing. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. After all your confidence was far better than what it once was, and you had a good few friends you knew would also be going. Your eyes wandered to the dark red dress on the bed. “Fuck it,” you said, snatching up the fabric.

“You’re coming?!” Sansa grinned, flinging herself off the bed, “Finally come on sit down. Its makeup times!”

Sansa and Aly worked their magic and soon you were walking arm in arm with both girls to the frat. And you had to say they had done a good job if you do say so yourself. Even if you were currently freezing that was. “Boys,” Aly greeted with a wide grin as she walked up to the boy at the door, Cregan you were sure.

“Troubles here,” he joked, his eyes wandering up and down, “And you brought a friend,” he said, eyes turning to you, and it was like the wind was knocked out of you when you saw his face, “Nice to meet you I’m Cregan,”

“Hi,” you grinned, quickly introducing yourself before rushing inside with a giggling Sansa and Aly.

“He was so checking you out,” Aly nudged your ribs.

“Okay maybe this was a good idea,” you laughed as she dragged you and Sansa off for some drinks.

As you stood filling your cup with cheap beer there was a set of gorgeous brown eyes watching your every move, “Dude you know that girl?” Cregan asked as he walked over with more drinks for him and Jace.

“She’s my neighbour,” he said, taking the drink and trying not to let his eyes wander again.

Cregan let out a low whistle, “If she was my neighbour, she would not be here alone,” he laughed prompting Jace to shove his elbow into his ribs, “Hey man!”

Meanwhile you had somehow been convinced to head to the dance floor. Perhaps the three drinks Aly had got you and the buzz in your head had helped. The night had been going surprisingly well. So far at least. You hadn’t even realised Jace was here. That was till you felt two strong hands grip your hips, “Not such a goody two shoes now,” Jace’s voice was low, his breath tickling your neck.

You turned around with a drunken grin as you attempted to push him back, but your attempt was futile, “What did you miss me too much?” you joked.

A grin spread across his lips, “You’re drunk?” he asked, his head tilted like a puppy.

“Watcha gonna do about it? tell on me?” you teased as you crossed your arms. Not knowing it gave Jace an even better view of your tits. “I’m just having a little fun,”

He chuckled as his hands returned to your hips, his head dipping slightly in a way that made butterflies spark in your stomach, “Why don’t you show me how to have a little fun then doll?”

Your eyes flickered down, scanning his face for a moment before grinning, “Follow me then,” you said as you lead him to the drinks table.

Several drinks later you awoke in dark blue sheets and a soccer jersey wondering where the hell your dress went and a strong arm around your waist. The low pounding of your head and Jace’s snores brought you back to reality. “Fuck,” you muttered as you tried to ease out of his grip.

Your eyes fell to the floor where your dress had apparently ended up last night. You debated which was worse, walking home in last night’s dress or Jace’s jersey. You quickly decided to steal a pair of his joggies as well and just ball up the dress and take it with you. as you crept out the room you ignored the faint snoring in the background.

Part of you wondered if it had all been a bad dream. That was till your phone buzzed.

Jace

You stole my jersey

You

What you gonna do? Tell on me?

You sighed as you flung your phone to the side and shoved your pillow in your face to scream. Funnily enough what you had been doing only last night as well.

It was the next day when a heavy knock came at the door. when you opened it, eyebrows knitted, you were met with an infuriatingly hot site. Jace’s arm was lent against the door meaning he was able to glare down at you perfectly, “I want my jersey,”

“Sorry do I know you?” you asked, crossing your arms with a tilted glare.

Jace scoffed slightly before grinning, “You seemed to remember my name fine the other night,” this time you scoffed but not before Jace pushed his way in. “Where is it?”

“Get out of my room!” you protested as Jace shut the door behind him and started rummaging. As his hands went to grab your sheets you pulled at his arms to keep him back but not shockingly, he was able to push you off with ease. “Hey!”

“What’s this?” he said, his hand reaching for the jersey that had been under your duvet however your face went red when he lifted it. a wide grin spread across his stupid face, “What’s that princess?”

“Don’t princess me,” you stuttered as he went to grab the pink silicone you’d left on your bed. “Don’t!” you whined as you grabbed his wrist, accidentally ending up face to face with him yet again.

You could feel his hot breath fanning your lips and you saw his eyes dip for a moment as a pit grew in your stomach. Before you could think what to do next his lips had crashed onto yours, his jersey slipping from his grip as his hands moved to cup your face.

Your hands grabbed at his t-shirt, pulling him in closer till you were stood pressed against his hard chest. His hands moved to your back, finding the small of your waist. Jace sat down, bringing you with him to staddle his lap. You gasped when you felt his bulge pressing into your thigh.

His lips moved to your neck, kissing every last bit of skin he could reach. “This is a bad idea- “

“Why don’t you shut up and enjoy it princess?” Jace cut you off, his hands slipping beneath your shirt. “You enjoyed it the other day,”

You groaned as his fingertips explored your skin before finally sighing, “Fine but it’s just sex,” Jace rolled his eyes at you but didn’t bother to respond as he flipped you onto your back, his hands moving to pull off your shirt.

You knew having a enemies with benefits situation ship with Jace would eventually come back to bite you in the ass but the two pink lines staring back at you felt like being plunged into ice water. “You okay Hun?” Sansa called through the door, wondering what had been taking you so long.

You unlocked the door but refused to stand up. Sansa walked in; concern written over her face when her eyes finally spotted the test in your hand. Looking up at her you could only say one thing, “I’m pregnant,”

Part two here

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myladysapphire · 1 year

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My Lady Strong (I)

Aemond had always been protective of his neice, obssessed even, insiting on keeping her sheltered, and purley his, he never let her stray far and following the incident at Driftmark, Aemma was rarley without Aemond as her shadow. How will the kind, sheltered girl fair in the dance of dragons?

word count: 1,645

CW: childbirth, Aegon being Aegon, Bullying, child abuse, fear of the dark, refrences to torture, loving parents, oc is described to have brown hair, streaked with silver and purple eyes

Fem!oc x Aemond Targeryen (can be read as x reader)

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disclamer: i do not own any of claim any of the A song of ice and fire charecters, all rights belong to GRR MARTIN, all charecters are his except for my OC

When Rhaenyra fell pregnant for a second time, she knew it would be different.

For the birth of Jacaerys, her pregnancy was followed with mass celebrations, house Veleryon showering her with gifts, proud that a child with Velaryon blood would sit on the iron throne. But after his birth, the celebrations ceased. Whispers swept through the court, questioning his birth. But after a few months, many came to the agreement it was his grandmother Rhaenys Baratheon’s blood shining through, she once looked more Baratheon than Targeryen and the child was merely taking after her.

But then she fell pregnant again, and though she was once more greeted with celebrations, the court held its breath.

One child born with the Baratheon looks was one thing, genetics was a mystery and it was pure chance he had brown hair and eyes.

But if this child too had the ‘Baratheon looks’ then it would all but confirm the rumours queen Alicent spun.

But that was not why Rhaenyra felt this pregnancy to be different, unlike her first pregnancy, she had different symptoms, morning skinniness, new cravings, and where before she had always had clear skin she was getting pimples and spots. She hoped for a girl, having always wanted a little sister, and now she would have a daughter. She had only ever imagined having girls, and though she was not disappointed at having a boy when the masters spoke of their predictions of it being a girl, she got a little jump in her step.

So, when she went into labour, whilst the court held its breath waiting for the legitimacy of her children to be confirmed, she held her excitement over having a daughter.

The day of her labour was not cheerful, the skies were grey and cloudy and when her contractions began rain fell from the sky, a storm from Stormsend having reached KingsLanding.

With the wind rattling against the windows, and thunder striking down from the sky, the family waiting outside, Viserys pacing the halls. Alicent biting her nails. This labour was tough, though Jacaerys birth had been easy, this had taken double the time his had, her screams, louder than even the storm raging outside. And when it all stopped the family feared the worse.

The young prince Aemond, only eighteen moons old had awoken, screaming insisting he is with his mother. Only to arrive just in time to hear his niece's screams and his eldest sister's laughter.

He rushed into her room, not even allowing time for his father to check on his daughter, before jumping up (as well as a toddler could) and sitting next to his sister insisting on holding his niece. Tired from the labour Rhaenyra agreed.

When her father and Alicent finally entered, they were quick to approach. Alicent caught a glimpse of black hair streaked with silver.

“A girl?” Viserys questioned, smiling down at the babe in Aemonds arms.

Nodding, Rhaenyra smiled “Aemma” she declared, causing a delighted laugh to leave Viserys mouth.

“She looks just like her, the Arryn genes are strong with her it seems, she even has your mother’s eyes.” And she did, Arryn blue eyes, not violet, as she had dreamed, but perfect.

She had attempted to take Aemma back from Aemond, but he had not let go, simply smiling and babbling to his niece, his Aemma.

As the years went by Aemond continued to stay with Aemma, scarcely letting her stray from his sight, his hand always holding hers. Where one was, the other was always near. Being the only two without a dragon, his never hatching, and her own destroyed along following the storm on the day of her birth, they had the same lessons, with no dragon lessons, they were very rarely apart.

Aemma had grown into a sweet, beautiful, and intelligent girl. Her looks compared to that of her great-grandmother, Daella, alongside her sweet nature. She had an innocence around her, being the middle child and only girl of her mother, her mother wished to preserve the child-like wonder for her daughter, wishing to grant her daughter the childhood of being the heir and the only child of a king stolen from her. Aemond was all too pleased to keep her like this, wanting to preserve her wonder, her need for him. Though book smart, the sheltered life she lived kept her from the real world. She was even protected from rumours, though they still were whispered, all desired to keep her from them.

She was a kind girl and underserving of the cruelty of court, but even that did not protect her from her family. Alicent had always been fond of her, always allowing her near her children, being kind, braiding her hair and even commissioning gifts for her. She was close to Heleana, the pair, whenever Aemond left her alone, often found each other’s company. Aemma was one the few people to share her interest in insects, even going out of her way to collect any that she thought Heleana might enjoy. But Aegon and her brothers were another story. Aegon was a jealous person, envying his niece for the kindness his mother never found him, so he took it out on her.

When Jacaerys let slip Aemma’s fear of the dark, an idea struck him.

The black cells.

Aemma rarely slept alone, with Aemond often sneaking in and sleeping with her, hating the moments apart even when they sleep. When he was sick, they often slept apart, his fear of catching his illness, however little or contagious it was. And her chambers always had candles lit for when she did sleep, a reassurance that whatever lurked in the dark was stopped by the glow of a candle.

Aegon waited for Aemond to fall ill, for a time he knew she would be alone. And snuck into her chambers, her brothers by his side.

It was the dead of night, the boys aged 9 and 6 tired but willing to please their uncle, snuck into her rooms and carried her through the keep down to the third level of black cells.

Being a deep sleeper, she didn’t wake once, not even flinch when Aegon picked her up and then dumped her in the cells.

They had run off giggling, thinking it a brilliant prank, and a way to cure her of her fear, as Aegon put it.

They had thought it would be overcome morning, that she would wake in the dark before finding the door and leaving.

None of them expected her to be locked in there for a week, they did not know the doors were locked and only opened from the outside.

The keep was in disarray searching for her, neither boy spoke up, fear of their punishment keeping them.

Aemond was driving everyone mad, ordering and screaming for her to be found. He was normally a shy quiet boy, unsure of himself. But with his Aemma missing all that was left of him was a madman.

The rest of the keep was in disarray. All guards were on the lookout for the princess, searching high and low. She had completely disappeared, without a trace.

The boys were growing nervous, they couldn’t admit to what had been done and they feared the black cells too much to return and retrieve her.

Aemma had woken in complete darkness, she could even see her hand it was so dark.

She could hear screaming as if they were her own, but she didn’t notice, she didn’t even notice as she crawled forward in her small cell and pounded on the door, begging to be let out. Or as she threw her guts up after hours of screaming and pounding.

She did notice when it all went quiet. When even her screams stopped when the screams of the criminals being tortured turned quiet.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, there was no way to tell day from night.

She slept when she collapsed, her tears lulling her into a tormented sleep, her stomach empty and churning.

She had no food nor water, the dungeon master had no clue she was down here, and no one did.

Not until a week had passed and Aemond dreamt of the black cells. She had refused to rest till she was found, but collapsing from exhaustion lead to his dream, leading his startling awake, and his racing to the cells. Ser Criston Cole was quick to follow him, though he did not care for the girl he still had a duty as a kingsguard. She was found after three hours of searching, three hours of Aemond shouting and ordering guards to search every cell on every level.

Ser Harwin Strong found her, he and her mother had, like Aemond, not stopped, fearing the worse, had not rested. When he found her she was sitting in the corner, head between her legs, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face. She was thin, with chapped lips, her face red and puffed with her never-ending tears.

She screamed when the light poured in, shuffling back into her corner.

“Aemma” Harwin breathed, before alerting the rest of the guard, Aemond came running over, taking her into his arms.

“Aemma” he cooed, taking her hand, she had flinched back from Harwin when he took her hand, but with Aemond she took it, and jumped in his arms, tears falling from her eyes once more. “it’s ok…it’s ok… your safe now” he spoke softly, stroking her hair.

Maesters were quick to attend to her, she was weak and dehydrated. And her mind was still in a panic. She refused to let go of Aemond, using him as a shield when her brothers and Aegon paid her a visit.

She never said who had done it, but her distance and new timid nature around her brothers and uncle was proof enough for Aemond.

But he couldn’t do anything, he was a victim of their bullying. Though they never did something similar or remotely as cruel again, Aemonds crazed state was enough for them to leave Aemma and him alone, at least until the pink dread.

a/n more of an intro chapter, half edited

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tachibubu · 2 years

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Hello again!

Can you write one with Aegon? Where his wife, who has just discovered she is pregnant, ends up being attacked by an undercover guard and nearly kills her, but her bodyguard kills the intruder. However, even injured, when Aegon returns to the room without knowing what happened, because she didn't want to tell him, he sees her injured and takes care of her.

HOW THEY REACT WHEN YOU WERE INJURED

∆ PAIRING ; Aemond Targaryen | Jacaerys Velaryon | Aegon II Targaryen x Pregnant!Reader/OC/Self-Insert

∆ SUMMARY ; In which the boys were unable to protect you while pregnant when an assassination had happen when he is not within your reach. (Takes place during the war towards late war.)

∆ WARNINGS ; angst with fluffy ending, youre pregnant, minimal violence, ooc characters, some minor/major(?) spoilers from the book (wont indicate what it is).

NOTE ; I changed the concept to them knowing you're pregnant instead so that their intentions would be far more heavy! It's quite hard to write it fully so I hope it is fine! (got the askers permission to write it with Jac and Ae too!)

Aegon was content with the few things he had in life and would not want them stripped away. The war took a toll on his whole life, which is still currently happening to his dismay. He was trying to hunt with a handful of his comrades to alleviate his nerves before the Blacks made their move while still struggling with a foot injury. However, the peaceful moment was quickly interrupted when a squire hurried to deliver some news. He turned his horse to ride back to the castle in such a hurry that not even the knights and lords who had been riding with him could halt when he learned about the incident that had recently occurred while he was gone.

He yelled as he slid off the horse without assistance, "Who dares touch the queen? I will rip their limbs off!" He winced in agony but dragged his injured feet towards the assembly of knights despite the advice of the maesters, who sought to assist him but were met with a swat of his palm.

His gaze penetrated the bloodied man next to your sworn protector, Ser Criston Cole, "So you're the fuckin' bastard," he snarled. He was littered with bruises and wounds; Criston clearly took a toll on him, but he managed to keep himself from doing more harm, though Aegon remained unsatisfied. Rather, he gave the man a punch to the face, then spat at him before sneering at Criston. He was clearly unhappy with him for not having been able to prevent the incident straight away, but he kept quiet. "Ser Criston, I command you to amputate each of his limbs one by one."

"Try not to cut his nerve. I want him to experience it slowly," were his last words before he left and dismissed the pleas of mercy from the assailant, asking the servants to escort him to your shared quarters immediately.

You were covered in bruises and had a fresh cut on your lip when he first met you. He fought back tears as he demanded the healers to leave your chamber immediately and cursed at them for mistreating you while he was absent even if they were trying their best to alleviate your pain. When the room was empty, he had knelt down next to you, trying to bandage you, though his limited knowledge of such things frustrated him before he whimpered on your lap. Suffocating himself within his own tears.

He sobbed uncontrollably while you whispered sweet words of comfort to him, "I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry,... " He doesn't know anything; he doesn't even know how to protect his pregnant wife and their unborn child. He became frustrated with himself as he bit his lip, drawing blood, and vented his feelings to you: "My sweet girl, I can't even protect you."

"I'm frightened," he confessed as he pecked the back of your hand before peering at you while tears gushed down his ashen cheeks, his eyes begging for forgiveness. "I will never leave you again, my love. I promise."

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Aemond had just returned from an expedition with Vhagar. He had received a notice from the Keep informing him that you had been the victim of an attempted assassination. No matter how he urged Vhagar to fly faster, she did not advance him far enough for him to be satisfied with the pace.

Vhagar landed outside the gates after entering the Red Keep's border. His dignity eluded him as he fled. Even though they paid no heed at Aemond, the knights were perplexed by the prince's unexpected action. Whenever a maester attempted to stop the prince's advances, he was silenced by the prince's gaze, too scared to face the wrath of the second prince as he lived up to his infamous reputation.

He gasped for air when he saw you laying on your shared bed and then walked cautiously over to you, as if not to scare you. "What happened to him?" he whispered, his voice cold yet soothing.

"Dead, Aemond," You immediately embraced the evidently shaken man, and he reciprocated the embrace, trying to ease his tremors. He felt disgusted with himself for not being able to even protect you through such a catastrophic event, yet he was also relieved that you were still alive and breathing and that your pregnancy was not affected. "I am afraid." You added before Aemond gave you a tender kiss.

He inspected your wounds delicately, asking, "Where does it hurt?" You pointed to the locations of all the injuries and recounted what had happened in extensive detail while he grunted in agreement. If it had been someone else, you may have assumed they were not paying attention, but Aemond had a different way of expressing it; after kissing you once again, he cleansed your wounds and covered them with fresh cloths.

His brows furrowed as he was plainly distressed and lost in thought. You smiled before placing your lips against his in an attempt to console him, and he moaned in surprise but returned the kiss deeply. He guided you with his hand behind your neck and did not rush the tender moment you two were sharing. He pressed his forehead against yours after several kisses and whispered lowly, "I'll kill them all, every last one of them."

"I'll win this war for you and for our child, my lady, my (Y/N)."

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Jacaerys, who seeks to control his emotions as advised by his teacher, couldn't help but spout incoherent obscenities when the information was presented to him. He had just completed sealing the partnership of the North when he received unfortunate news as soon as he arrived in Dragonstone.

He projected his voice into the room: "When did it take place?" The black council stayed silent. Mysaria, the acknowledged Mistress of Whisperers, spoke up with clarity, concerned that she might have disrespected the prince. She had just entered Dragonstone to deliver information when she was met by the prince's wrath.

"Just half a moon ago, my prince," she answered honestly, as Jacaerys clasped both of his hands together and took a deep breath. His anger is only just rising.

He hissed faintly, "And you told me exactly that now?"

Before Mysaria could respond, a Lord intervened, saying, "It is my duty to see you tended first before —"

The thud of the chair collapsing on the floor echoed throughout the room before the prince went out. Although he stomped violently with each stride, they were nevertheless somewhat elegant. The council members lowered their heads as he passed by them, but he didn't take note of it as he glanced at his protector and beckoned for him to follow.

However, once he had left the room, he developed a scowl, and his previous comfortable gait had been replaced with a brisker one. His breath paused as he witnessed you being treated for your injuries by the healers, after presumably having only just nudged the door partially open.

When you spotted him at last, you had the strength to smile at him briefly. He sat next to you on your bed and thanked the healers, pleased with their work, but it pained his heart to see you smiling even in your condition. He showered you with multiple soft kisses on your forehead, nose, lips, and neck before resting his head on your shoulder.

His palm massaged your growing stomach as his voice was low, and he said, "My lovely girls." Despite the fact that he longed for a boy, he caved in and accepted that his unborn child would be a girl as a result of the way you would correct him frequently when he spoke of the male pronouns for your child.

"You were so strong; I am very proud of you." He uttered it before giving you a peck on the stomach; his head is now resting on it as he sings a lullaby while both of you rest. "Do not worry; I am here now, and no one will lay a hand on you ever again."

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starogeorgina · 8 months

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𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Warnings: Violence

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.15

When you enter the dimly lit throne room, you see your mother sitting on the throne. It’s not until you get closer to her that you realize what she’s holding onto so tightly—a toy that was one of Lucery's favorites, which he gave to Gaemon to play with when he was older.

“Mother?”

Meeting your gaze, she stands tall; her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. She places the toys on the throne, then twists the rings in her fingers. “I am the queen of the seven kingdoms,” she says to herself more than you. “I suppose that will be the last time I ever sit upon this throne, as you are the new princess of Dragonstone.”

“And Jacaerys, its prince.”

Your mother's gaze is full of adoration as she leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “It belongs to both of you, sweet girl. Not only is Jacaerys the realm's future king, but you're its queen.”

“Not for some time,” you squeeze her hand. “We have much to learn from you and Daemon. You have a long reign ahead of my queen.”

“I’m Vaoreznuni,” she whispers. “I should never have allowed you to be married to Aegon.”

“Don’t—”

“We don’t know what the gods hold in store for us in the future; I need to say this in case I don’t get the chance to.”

Your lower lip trembles at the thought of losing her.

“Once upon a time, me and Alicent were good friends, and I was foolish to think a marriage between our children would help mend the bridges and solidify an alliance between two halves of the same family. But if I had known how cruelly they would have treated you, I would never have allowed it.”

“Aegon is your half brother; you had no reason to suspect he would have turned into the person he is.”

“It was foolish for me to think Alicent wouldn’t pour honey into my siblings' ears. It should have always been Jacaerys.” In the moonlight, her fallen tears glisten. “I ask for your forgiveness, daughter, for subjecting you to years of torment at the hands of the greens.”

“No, I will not give you forgiveness, mother, because you do require it. None of the things that were done to me were in your hands; the only people who need to pay are the usurper and the dowager queen.”

“And pay they shall, sweet girl.”

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“Soon as the war is over, we can bring our children home.” Jacaerys fingers tremble as he braids your hair in preparation for battle. One of your ladies could have done it but he insisted. It had taken Jace a couple of attempts to make sure your hair was tight enough that it wouldn’t fall out, but he had now gotten the hang of it. Nervously, he says, “Perhaps our daughters will let me braid their hair.”

It hurts to be away from your sweet babies.

“We will see them soon,” you reassure him. “The green army thinks of me as nothing other than a silly girl; they will fall right into our trap.”

Jace presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder and says, “They couldn’t be more wrong. One day they will sing songs of your beauty and bravery.”

You tilt your head to meet his gaze and smile. “Careful husband, any more compliments, and we may end up creating a sixth child instead of defeating our enemies.”

“Daemon will be our last babe for some time; I will not allow you to become sick again by falling pregnant again so soon.”

You toy with the ring on your fingers. Your new quarters had no trace of Targaryen or Velaryon heritage yet, and no evidence of your five children. “I wonder how big he has grown. I’ve written to Clara to ask how she and the children are, but I’ve not heard back yet.”

“She will have her hands full running around after our brood.”

Usually, you’d sing in high valyrian to your newborns, and it left a void knowing that you were missing out on such precious moments. Daemon wouldn’t even recognise the sound of your voice when you returned to Winterfell.

Jace finishes off the braid and steps back.

Seeing Jacaerys dressed for battle made your heart flutter. He looks so handsome—a warrior, a dragon rider, a true Targaryen prince. You’re so caught up in staring into his dark eyes that it takes you a moment to hear the commotion going on outside the bedchamber.

He offers you his hand and says, “We should go.”

—

Soaring above the green’s army base, Viserion screeches loudly, alerting them to the immediate danger of a dragon. You watch as the men scurry to grab hold of weapons as Viserion lowers to the ground, not too far from where the camp is based.

It doesn’t take long for Ser Criston to come galloping out of the tree line on the back of his horse, both wearing armor covered by green fabric with a golden three-headed dragon sigil.

Disgusting.

Ten knights follow closely behind, but you suspect they are deliberately staying out of your line of sight. You climb down and walk towards the knight, he seems surprised by your actions.

“Lyarra.”

“Criston.”

Viserion roars loudly, causing some of the knights to hesitantly raise their swords. The bite of steel is sharp against your arm, and a trickle of blood spills from where the sword has nipped your skin. “Why my arm and not my throat, kingmaker?”

Criston narrows his eyes. “The king has ordered for you to be kept alive and your face to remain unmarked.”

“Hmm.”

“You were a fool to come alone.”

In the blink of an eye, the smell of smoke fills the air, and the ground vibrates as a large part of the Green’s Army retreats on horseback. Criston lowers his swords and spins around, watching the men he was leading abandon him. Among the smoke and ash, Vermax appears, his olive scales and pale orange wing membranes darkened with soot.

“I’m no fool, Ser Criston, and not alone.” The two dragons roar and breathe fire at the same time, burning the tents and supplies of the green army. “I once said if you ever touched me again, I’d feed you to Viserion.”

Criston turns and gives you a murderous glare.

“But I’ve since changed my mind. I wouldn’t feed something so poisonous to my beloved dragon.”

You back away as a shadow begins to overtake the spot where you just stood as the ill-tempered dragon looms closer. Jacaerys holds his head high. “Dracarys, Vermax.”

The kingmaker is engulfed in flames.

Screams fill the air of men trying to flee and put as much distance between themselves and the dragons as possible.

Viserion lowers himself so you can mount him, and when he stands tall again, you are able to fully view Jacaerys. He had been struck with three arrows; his armor had protected him from two, but one of them had struck him in the thigh.

He attempts to soothe your fear. “I am fine, dear wife; now let’s go join our mother in taking the king's landing back.”

Prince Daemon and your mother had flown over the capital and were circling above Aegon’s high hill. Syrax would only land when it was safe to do so. Your grandsire’s fleet would be arriving at the east end of Blackwater Bay. While the dragon twins held fort at Dragonstone, where your youngest siblings remain, Lady Baela would keep watch of the island on the back of Moondancer, while Lady Rhaena would run the council inside.

Vermax and Viserion take to the sky, breathing fire as they fly in the direction of the red keep.

Sorry — Vaoreznuni

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targayrenss · 1 year

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The Mad Queen - Aemond Targaryen x Reader

pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon(Targaryen )!Oc Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon (Targaryen) Oc!,Cregan Stark x Targaryen Oc

Content:🔞, Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

Author's Note:i decided to post all my wattpad works, remember english is not my first language so don't be rude

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Queen Visenya II Targaryen, born in d.c 109, was the first daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her uncle Daemon Targaryen, who in a few years would become her second husband.

Despite being Rhaenyra's eldest daughter, her younger brother Jacaerys was named her mother's heir since she was not interested in being heir to anything.

In d.c 129 she married her cousin-uncle Aemond Targaryen, only a few moons later she became pregnant with their first child Aerys II Targaryen. In the same year her uncle Aegon II Targaryen usurped his mother's throne thus unleashing the dance of dragons.

After her mother was crowned queen of Dragonstone, Queen Rhaenyra named her her hand.

When she learned that her husband had murdered her younger brother, Lucerys Velaryon, Visenya along with her father sent two assassins called Blood and Cheese to murder one of Aegon's sons.

During the dance, Visenya and Daemon became secret lovers, from their relationship Maegor II Targaryen was born.

Visenya was compared to Maegor the Cruel and Aegon the Conqueror after having burned Old Town and destroyed almost all of the Hightower alive.

She was also responsible for the death of Alys Rivers, Aemond Targaryen's lover, after an argument, Visenya cut off her head with the dark sister sword.

Visenya II Targaryen was crowned queen by her only surviving brother, Aegon III Targaryen. After her coronation Visenya remarried Cregan Stark, with whom she had five children.

Visenya's reign was considered one of the most peaceful, despite being considered a ruthless woman, she always took it upon herself to be a good queen and not affect her people.

On one occasion Visenya, in the midst of what many called madness, decided to go out with the City Guard, together with her men they unleashed chaos throughout the city, looking for men who continued to support the usurper.

Visenya was named the Mad Queen by many, but also the Good Queen by those who supported her reign.

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nessjo · 3 months

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Velaria embōñar issi

Note: This is kinda a Fem Lucerys Story, since the OC is his twin sister. This story is inspired by the talented @thefutureibraheem please check the blog out and the phenomenal story 'A Bride for an Enemy'. (937 words)

Pairing | Aemond Targaryen x Lucerya Velaryon/Strong (OC)

Summary | Two years after the birth of her first child, Rhaenyra is about to give birth to her next children

Warnings: Friends to Strangers to Lovers Trope, Targcest, 16+, meantions of birthing, not proofread, English is not my first language

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Chapter 1: The birth of Lucerya and Lucerys Velaryon

Two years after Rhaenyra gave birth to her son Jacaerys she was pregnant again and by the size of her tummy the maesters believe for her to be pregnant with more than one child.

It would be a lie If Rhaenyra said, that she wasn't scared. Her first birth was a painful experience in itself, but the thought of giving birth to two multiple children just terrified her, because it reminded her of her mother's pregnancy losses and her eventual death.

Thankfully, not only was the pregnancy easy, but she also had the support of her husband Laenor but also that of her lover and father of her children, Ser Harwin Strong. These two men were both excited, even though only one was allowed to show it. But it would be another lie to say, that they both didn't imagine all the things that they would teach the children in the near future.

Laenor somehow managed to convince not only Rhaenyra but also the King and his council that the children should be born on Driftmark, since one of them would become the potential Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark. At the end, Rhaenyra was happy to go through her pregnancy away from King's Landing, away from the Red Keep and most importantly away from the Hightowers.

It was a storm night and the sea was raging with waves as high as the Grand Sept when Rhaenyra gone into labour. The wind was hounding and the rain was pouring out of the sky as if the world was going to end tonight. The young princess felt as if she was burning alive on the inside with tears rolling down her red cheeks and her knuckles turned white from her grabbing the headboard of her bed while trying to stay conscious from all her screaming of pain.

After what felt like a lifetime just as the nautical dawn began the first baby came into the world and with its first cry in this world the storm outside suddenly stopped, as if the young child controlled the sea and its powers. "It's a girl!" came a joyous cry of one of the handmaidens that were there to help Rhaenyra through the birth.

But before the new mother could enjoy her little bundle of Joy, the pain started again. Thankfully this time a lot quicker, and not even 14 minutes later Rhaenyra held both her little girl and boy in her arms close to her heart after her maids cleaned both her and the children. Both of her new children shared their father's dark brown hair and light eyes.

Rhaenyra looked with nothing but pure love at her two children and whispered to them in High Valyrian, "Ñuha dōna byka zaldrīzoti. Nyke kivio ao bona nyke kessa mīsagon ao lēda ñuha olvie issare ēva mazeman ñuha mōrī jelevre." ("My sweet little dragons. I promise you that I shall protect you with my very being until I take my last breath.")

An overexcited Laenor came into the chamber, followed by his parents, Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys. "I heard it was a boy and a girl." He was grinning from one side of his face to the other while approaching his wife and taking a seat beside her. "Mhm", Rhaenyra agreed, "and what an entrance your daughter made."

Corly looked out of the window at the now calm sea, "and like a true Velaryon the sea bends to her will." Rhaenys stud near her husband with a knowing look on her face, but decided not to say anything since everything was still relatively new.

Laenor and Rhaenyra both noticed Rhaenys's look but decided to ignore it and just enjoy the two new souls that are now under their care. "Have you two come up with a name for them?", Rhaenys finally spoke up, walking closer to her son and good-daughter, she could help but give a small smile while looking at her new grandchildren, no matter who the father was, and softly caresses their small chubby cheeks.

"For the boy, we decided on the name Lucerys. For a girl, I originally wanted to name her Visenya, but now that I look at her, I think Lucerya suits her better." Rhaenyra explained while looking at her husband to see if he would approve of her decision. Laenor could only nod, while looking at them with pride in his eyes, "Yeah, Lucerya is good." "Would you both like to hold them?" Laenor turned to his parents and they couldn't denied his question.

Corlys took Lucerys and Rhaenys took Lucerya and at this moment you could see the clear love they both held for their grandchildren. "Lucerya for sure is going to grow up to be a beautiful young maiden, and Lucerys is going to be a handsome young man." Rhaenyra and Laenor were both grateful for Rhaenys's kind words, that she clearly mend.

Corlys looked at both his grandchildren and spoke, "Princess Lucerya and Prince Lucerys Velaryon, welcome to Westeros."

The News of the King's newest grandchild spread like a wildfire over the seven kingdoms and everywhere the smallfolk celebrated their arrival, using these news as an excuse to get away from their day-to-day life, same as they did with the arrival of Prince Jacaerys.

In the Red Keep whatsoever, one, the Queen Alicent wasn't as pleased about the news, as for she found it inappropriate that the heir didn't give birth in the Keep, and she only hoped, that at least these children would look like Laenor Velaryon.

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hecate-valentine · 2 years

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Ashes of The Dragons

pairing: aemond targaryen x elaenyra velaryon (my oc)

summary: after six years and a dramatic event, prince aemond and princess elaenyra are brought back together.

warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, mature themes and language, uncle/niece incest, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), hand and finger kink, finger sucking, overstimulation, orgasm denial, soft and rough sex, valyrian fluff

word count: 8814

Ashes of The Dragons

Elaenyra sat at the Painted Table with a book in her lap. The rough material of the leather was smooth beneath her hands, and the words on the paper, though in High Valyrian were clear in the common tongue in her eyes. In the distance on the island of Dragonstone, she could hear the faint roaring of Aenarys. The beastly dragon, though older, was still as temperamental as ever. Looking from the book on her lap to the window, she was hoping that her uncle and now good-father would be coming back soon.

Daemon always was kind to her, even when they had just met and he began teaching her the way of the blade and keeping her still wild dragon under control. He quickly grew to become a father figure for Elaenyra. Like her uncle, Aemond, Elaenyra claimed her dragon after the funeral of her aunt, Laena Velaryon. While holding the book in her lap, she also held the scroll from said uncle. It was the first one since the incident six years ago.

The door to the chamber opened, and in came her mother, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen.

"The conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army." Jacaerys translated. Elaenyra had always grown superstitious about his Valyrian education, considering the possibility he would not absorb the knowledge very well. And he wasn't. Maester Gerardys resumed.

"Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis." He spoke. Though he spoke in Valyrian, Elaenyra heard it in the common tongue, much like the case with her book. Jacaerys exhaled.

"And landed at the Blackwater Rush." He said. Rhaenyra walked closer, hand on her pregnant bump and softly rubbing.

"Dranot." Rhaenyra corrected.

"Dranot. Dranot. Dranot. At the end?" He asked. Elaenyra chuckled.

"The mouth." Elaenyra corrected.

"Mouth! Ah, come on, Jace, you knew that." He groaned. Elaenyra looked at her mother and smiled. Rhaenyra placed her hand on her daughter's head and played with her braid, also smiling.

"Dranot. Dranot." Jace repeated. Rhaenyra walked from her daughter's side to the other side of the Painted Table.

"Dranot vilinio viartis." Gerardys repeated.

"Dranot. Dranot. Come on, Jace." He groaned.

"Perhaps that's enough for this morning," Rhaenyra said.

"No, no. I-I want to keep going." Jace said. Rhaenyra looked surprised, but let her son continue anyway. "Maester."

"Guesi misenakson Aegon undas." Gerardys said.

"Aegon... ordered that the trees should be... killed!" Jace cheered. Elaenyra again laughed at her brother.

"Felled. It is a related word." Elaenyra said. Jacaerys groaned.

"I don't expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day, Jace," Rhaenyra said. Jacaerys huffed.

"A king should honour the traditions of his forebears!" He exclaimed. Elaenyra raised a brow at him.

"Unless you plan to depose mother and me, you have plenty of time to study." Elaenyra quipped. Jace fell silent. "Besides, you should have learned at the same time as me, and not just ways to command Vermax." Jace turned to her.

"Why is that?" He asked. Elaenyra closed the book and placed it on the table.

"I have a theory; when you are younger and learning a new language, the brain can absorb it much easier. Mainly derived from the brain's elasticity and rapid neural formation, or the critical period." Elaenyra spoke. Rhaenyra looked from her daughter to her son with a nod. Daemon walked in shortly after.

"Leave us," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra quickly grabbed the book and scroll and left the room to the library. As soon as she stepped in, the servants had lit a fire in the large hearth. Though the fire was raging, Elaenyra grabbed the thick fur blanket hanging off a cushion and sat down with it draped over her legs, and placed the book back in her lap.

Opening it back up, Elaenyra looked upon the scroll that sat between two pages. Grabbing it, she began re-reading it.

Dearest Princess,

I do not think I have ever connected with any other person the way I have with you. When I picture you in my mind, that is when I feel it. The sudden sense of hope. You give me hope. You make any problem of mine melt into nothingness. No one else can do that for me but you. You are special.

Do you know that I have long loved you? It is most likely known by you, certainly your mother and mine, but I am going to say it again. There are no lies in these words, not one at all. Your smile has kept me alive. It is the one reason to keep me fighting. I would give you my soul for comfort, even if it leaves me dark and cold.

It feels like I have to once again greet you with goodbye.

Yours always,

Aemond

Oh, Aemond. Elaenyra set the parchment down and looked into the flames. Through the flames, she could see recollections of her memories with Aemond. From being infants and attending lessons together, to growing up together as close friends and claiming the largest dragons at the same time at Driftmark. Aenarys was closer to Vhagar than Meraxes, though he was the brother of Queen Rhaenys' dragon.

"You seem quite a contempt to lecture your brother." A voice said. Turning her head to the source of the sound, was Daemon walking into the library and sitting in the chair next to her.

"Care to explain what you mean?" Elaenyra jested with a smile, to which Daemon responded with his own.

"Your intelligence will be remembered, my dear," Daemon said. Elaenyra looked at him, softly smiling and leaning back in her chair, sighing in contentment.

"Maybe the only thing I will be remembered for. Other than my father is 'The Rogue Prince' and has proved himself to be a menace." She said. Daemon agreed.

"And the person who will wield Dark Sister after I die. You will use it to defend those who need it; innocents, family, and those who must prove themselves." Daemon said. Elaenyra chuckled.

"You have faith in me with a blade like that? A blade like that and the dragon I have, perhaps you are right, I will be remembered as what you said." She said. Daemon nodded.

Targaryen relics in the Red Keep were gone. In their place was Faith of the Seven propaganda. Seven pointed stars and the erotica on the walls were removed. It was shameful. The room she was given was no different from the one she stayed in when she was a girl: red canopy silks, a plethora of bookcases, and large windows. A raging fireplace, and a clear view of both the sea and the streets of the grand city. Elaenyra stood at the door leading to a balcony, closing her eyes and sighing as the breeze from the sea ran through her hair.

"Are your quarters comfortable?" A voice asked. Turning, she saw Ser Criston Cole. She had heard stories about him, and what he had done at her mother and father's wedding; killing his paramour. And the words and actions he has spat against her mother.

"Yes, Sir Criston. Thank you." She said in a soft tone. He nodded before continuing. Though he may have committed questionable acts, Elaenyra still kept up her kindness to him, in hopes of swaying his opinions. It would later prove futile.

"You have been summoned by Princess Rhaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly nodded and he held the door open.

"Thank you, but an escort will not be necessary, Ser Criston." She said and walked past him. He nodded. Walking the corridors, her fingers caressed the old brick walls. Under her fingers, she could feel the ages pass by her like the sea breeze. She continued walking until she saw a man with long ivory hair and a black eyepatch. Looking at him, she recognized the boy who was the dragonless prince, Aemond Targaryen. He walked past her without a word, until she turned back to see him looking at her with a smirk on his face. Her limbs froze under his eye, and memories flooded through her. From the times when they were children talking about the greatness of dragons to silently exchanging kisses in the corridors. And especially to him losing an eye after claiming the great she-dragon, Vhagar. In his one eye, she could see a glint of surprise and disbelief at her presence. She turned her head forward and continued walking towards her mother's chamber.

Approaching the heavy door, she knocked and opened it. Inside stood Rhaenyra in a lavish gown and her good-father sitting next to her. They were talking about Viserys I, and from the conversation, Elaenyra could estimate that his condition has worsened terribly.

"Mother," Elaenyra called. Rhaenyra smiled and approached her daughter, wrapping her in a hug.

"You seem tired," Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed.

"That's a lot coming from you." She pointed out and rubbed her mother's stomach. Rhaenyra chuckled.

"Well, you came in on dragonback. Long distances like that can be exhausting." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra scoffed once again, making Rhaenyra smile at her.

"Anything to make Alicent tremble," Elaenyra spoke in Valyrian. Rhaenyra shushed her with a smile.

"You need to rest for the time when the petition arrives, and wash up little one. You reek of dragon." Rhaenyra said. Elaenyra went to speak up, but the sound of knocking interrupted her thoughts. The door opened revealing Aemond.

"Princess." He bowed his head.

"Aemond." Rhaenyra acknowledged. Aemond stepped in.

"If I may, could I steal Elaenyra away for a bit?" He asked. Rhaenyra looked from the ivory-haired man to her daughter and nodded. Elaenyra approached Aemond, letting him raise an arm to keep at her back as they walked out of the room.

The walk was quiet, just the sounds of feet on the stone floors and their breaths. Aemond's arm went from her back to linking with her arm, and the feeling of his cool leather tunic against her skin made her shiver. Aemond stopped the two of them and looked out one of the many windows. Elaenyra stood by his side as they looked out at the sea, seeing Vhagar and her dragon, Aenarys flying together. Very suddenly Elaenyra was overtaken by an image playing in her head.

"The ages will turn them to stone." She said out of the blue, making Aemond hum in question.

"I saw it so clearly. The next hundred years. The dragons will be dead, and the house of the dragon will be left to only a daughter. The remaining dragon eggs will turn to stone and never hatch. That time will come sooner than I think it will." Elaenyra responded. Aemond looked at her, curiosity in his eye, he reached his free hand to her and delicately held her hand, his fingers playing with hers before they finally conjoined their fingers.

"You've grown." He said. She chuckled.

"As have you," Elaenyra said with a smile. The two continued through the castle. The air was silent, but peaceful to both of them. Even as they approached the Godswood and stood beneath its leaves. Elaenyra stepped forward and stood by the bark of the tree. Aemond stepped back and watched her crouch before it, hand placed on the bark.

"This may be the only place in this blasted castle that will bring me any form of comfort." She said. Aemond watched as her eyes closed and she breathed in the air. Aemond was not afraid to admit to himself that he stared at her, and even more that he felt everything around him pause as he watched the wind blow through her hair.

He only stopped when he realized that her other hand had dug into the earth on her side. And the vein making itself known on her neck and forehead.

"Are you-" Elaenyra stood abruptly and walked towards Aemond.

"For the King's suffering, did the maesters prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?" Elaenyra blurted out. Aemond looked at her with shock, before she heavily exhaled and placed a hand on her forehead.

He approached her and grasped her hands.

"Is that what worries you?" Aemond asked. Reluctantly, she shook her head.

"What worries me is that the home I have grown up in has become a shell of what I remember. I was excited to come back, but everything has changed and home no longer feels like home." Elaenyra said. Aemond rubbed the back of her hand and sighed.

"I agree with you on that matter. I have also felt a little out of place here a brief time ago." He agreed. Elaenyra looked up at him with a raised brow and a smile.

"Brief?" She questioned. Aemond chuckled and leaned his head forward, placing his forehead on hers.

"Before I was told you and your family were coming back. Until then, the only thing that brought me comfort was being on Vhagar's back." Aemond admitted. Elaenyra chuckled.

"I remember your first ride on her," Elaenyra commented. Aemond scoffed.

"I would hope you remember considering you had claimed Aenarys at the same time. We flew side by side at Driftmark that day." Aemond said. Elaenyra smiled at him. Returning the favour, Elaenyra rubbed the back of Aemond's hands.

"How is Vhagar? Aenarys has been restless, and I imagine Vhagar has been the same." Elaenyra said. Aemond nodded.

"The histories have sung that they are closer than any other pair. It shouldn't come as a surprise when they are in distress when separated." He said.

Otto stood before the Iron Throne, both the Greens and the Blacks gathered in the room, and Vaemond Velaryon, Elaenyra's uncle. Elaenyra kept looking to the Greens' side to see Aemond looking right at her, a smirk on his face and eye gleaming with admiration.

"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters," Otto said and sat on the throne. "The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon."

Vaemond stepped forward in the room before the Hand and the throne.

"My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys's closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond claimed. Elaenyra rolled her eyes.

"As it does in my children, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon. If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition." Rhaenyra argued. Alicent cut into Rhaenyra's statement.

"You will have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Alicent intervened. Her motive was noble, allowing one to stake his claim, but her voice made Elaenyra cringe. Elaenyra looked over at Alicent, but Aemond was looking right at Elaenyra, the same look in his eye. Vaemond turned to Rhaenyra. Elaenyra looked at Daemon and Dark Sister on his hip. She was tempted to draw the blade herself and cut down Vaemond for looking at her mother that way.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Vaemond said and turned back to the Hand and the Queen. "My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor...the Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides."

"Thank you, Ser Vaemond," Otto said. Vaemond turned on his heel and stepped off the floor.

"Princess Rhaenyra, you may now speak for your son, Lucerys Velaryon," Otto said. Rhaenyra stepped forward with her arms crossed over her bump.

"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--" The doors opened. Rhaenyra turned, and all the attention turned to the door.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." A guard announced. Viserys stumbled through the doors. Half his face was covered with a gilded mask, his hair had all but fallen out and his face was littered with scarring. Elaenyra noticed the look of fear and dread on Alicent's face and the bewilderment on Rhaenyra's face. Viserys turned and faced Otto.

"I will sit the throne today." He stated.

"Your Grace." Otto acknowledged. Viserys stepped to the throne, limping, and a guard stepped forward to help him.

"I will be fine. I will be fine." Viserys said. Stepping forward, his crown fell onto the crown. Daemon stepped forward, picking the crown off the ground and holding it.

"I said I'm fine," Viserys said. Once he turned and saw it was Daemon that stood by him, he made no objections.

"Come on," Daemon whispered. Daemon helped him up to the throne and sat on it. Daemon reached forward, placed the crown on his head, and stepped back before rejoining his family, as did Rhaenyra.

"I must... admit... my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes is the Princess Rhaenys." Viserys said. All eyes turned to Rhaenys.

"Indeed, Your Grace," Rhaenys said and stepped forward. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys proposed. Elaenyra smiled to herself, again meeting Aemond's eye and seeing a hidden one grace his face.

"Well... the matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides." Viserys proclaimed. Vaemond grew enraged.

"You break law... and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yet you dare tell me... who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond said. Elaenyra swallowed the lump in her throat. The tension began growing.

"Allow it?" Viserys questioned. "Do not forget yourself, Vaemond."

"That is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine," Vaemond shouted. Rhaenyra turned to Lucerys.

"Go to your chambers. You have said enough." Rhaenyra said.

"Lucerys is my true-born grandson. And you... are no more than the second son of Driftmark." Viserys countered.

"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this--" Vaemond stopped himself. Daemon stepped in.

"Say it." Daemon encouraged. His eyes flashed with anger, and Elaenyra did the same as she stood by Daemon, eyes burning into Vaemond with the fury of a thousand dragons. Aemond could see that from her as well, and he stood on the complete opposite side of the throne room.

"Her children... are bastards! And she... is... a whore." Vaemond accused. Viserys stood from the throne and drew the Catpaw from his hip.

"I... will have your tongue for that," Viserys said. In a flash, Daemon had stood behind Vaemond and sliced half his head, and Vaemond's body dropped to the floor. The Greens all stepped back, with Helaena covering her ears and trembling.

"He can keep his tongue," Daemon said. Elaenyra watched with admonishment.��

"Disarm him!" The guards called.

"No need," Daemon said, wiping the blood off his sword. Elaenyra saw Aemond look from Vaemond's body, and to see Daemon with a newfound look of admiration. It shocked Elaenyra. Viserys groaned and fell forward.

"Call the maesters!" Alicent called and rushed to Viserys, as did Rhaenyra.

"Father?" Rhaenyra asked. Elaenyra stepped forward, as did Aemond, but he walked to Elaenyra and held her in his arms. Elaenyra could see the shock and disappointment in Aegon, but a silent cheer resonated through Helaena. Elaenyra walked from Aemond to the still-trembling Helaena and held her small hands in Elaenyra's gloved ones.

"Please, my love. You must take something for the pain." Alicent pleaded, holding Viserys in her arms.

"I will not cloud my mind. I must set things right." Viserys said. The maesters came and quickly dragged away Viserys. Elaenyra never had much of a relationship with Viserys, but the idea of her losing her grandsire when she still had much to do made her stomach churn, and Aemond knew it. Aemond rubbed his hand on the small of her back. Alicent watched, disgusted and fuming at her son's actions, but the son could not care less.

All the Greens and Blacks stood around the table. Elaenyra sat in between Aegon and Jacaerys, directly in front of where Viserys will be sitting. Indistinct conversations surrounded the room until the doors opened. Everyone stood as Viserys was carried into the room. Everyone sat back down, and Elaenyra noticed Aemond eying her.

"How good it is to see you all tonight, together," Viserys said. The room fell into silence, and the only notable tension was Aemond and Elaenyra giving each other secret looks across the table.

"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent questioned.

"Yes," Viserys responded. Everyone folded their hands over the table.

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long. And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest." Alicent prayed. Elaenyra opened her eyes to see Daemon smirking. Elaenyra quickly grabbed a grape and threw it at Daemon, making him silently chuckle. She looked over to see Aemond eying her and also silently chuckling.

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes... and their betrothed" Viserys began. Everyone raised their glasses.

"Hear, hear!" Daemon cheered.

"Well done, Jace. You'll finally get to lie with a woman." Aegon said between Elaenyra to Jacaerys. Jacaerys set his goblet down and leaned back in the chair, biting back a response.

"Let us toast as well Prince Lucerys... the future Lord of the Tides," Viserys said, and everyone again raised their glasses.

"Hear, hear," Baela said.

"You'll be great." Rhaena encouraged. Elaenyra smiled to herself. Her heart fluttered in her chest, and for once after so long, she was happy.

"You do know how the act is done, I assume? At least in principle? Where to put your cock and all that?" Aegon pressed. Elaenyra grimaced.

"Let it be, cousin," Baela added. Elaenyra grabbed a knife and hid it under her napkin sitting over her dress.

"You can play the jester if you wish, but hold your tongue before my betrothed," Jacaerys responded. Viserys stood from the chair.

"It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around the table. The faces most dear to me in all the world... yet grown so distant from each other in the years past." He begun. Viserys reached up and began unclasping the mask. Pulling it off, he set it on the table. He had a hole through the side of his mouth, and an eye missing from its socket. "My own face... is no longer a handsome one... if indeed it ever was. But tonight... I wish you to see me... as I am. Not just a King... but your father. Your brother. Your husband... and your grandsire. Who may not, it seems... walk for much longer among you. Let us no longer hold ill feelings in our hearts. The crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided. But set aside your grievances. If not for the sake of the crown... then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly." He said and dropped back in his seat.

Elaenyra looked from Aemond and Lucerys. Uncertain and on edge. Rhaenyra stood, glass raised and head high.

"I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen. I love my father. But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honor. And for that, she has my gratitude... and my apology." Rhaenyra declared and sat down. Elaenyra felt tears come to her eyes.

"Your graciousness moves me deeply, Princess. We are both mothers... and we love our children. We have more in common than we sometimes allow." Alicent said and stood from her chair. "I raise my cup to you and to your house. You will make a fine queen."

Otto looked up at Alicent with his brow raised. Everyone drank. Aegon stood and walked by Baela to fill his cup.

"I... I regret the disappointment you are soon to suffer. But if you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask." Aegon poked at Jacaerys and Baela. Jacaerys shot from his chair, slamming his hands on the table and getting the attention of everyone in the room, and even Aemond stood, ready to defend his brother. Jacaerys raised his cup, and "punched" Aegon's shoulder.

"To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen each other in years, but I have fond memories of our shared youth." Jacaerys said. Elaenyra raised her brows as she drank. Fond memories? The last memory you have is Luke taking his bloody eye. "And as men, I hope we may yet be friends and allies. To you and your family's good health, dear uncles." Jacaerys finished and drank.

"To you as well," Aegon said, and Aemond sat back down.

"Beware the beast beneath the boards," Helaena spoke to herself.

"Well done, my boy," Viserys said. Helaena shot up with her glass in hand.

"I would like to toast to Baela and Rhaena. They'll be married soon. It isn't so bad. Mostly he just ignores you... except sometimes when he's drunk." Helaena said with a smile. Elaenyra laughed into her wine, as did Daemon. Seven bless her.

"Good," Otto said.

"Let us have some music," Viserys said, pounding the floor with his cane. Jace stood and walked to Helaena, holding his hand out. The two stood to dance. Looking around the table, Elaenyra felt true joy in her heart. The faces of the people in her family, though some may have been more reluctant, they were still family. But, it also felt wrong. It was as if they were all actors in a play, pretending to be a happy family when so much backstabbing and dishonesty had spread rampantly. The Greens and their undisputed hatred towards Elaenyra's mother, and the history of Rhaenyra and Alicent.

From being best friends to enemies in a small number of years. Especially with Alicent getting fed lies from Ser Otto daily.

"Guards," Alicent called. As Viserys was carried out, the large pan of roasted pig entered. When set down, Elaenyra saw Aemond and Lucerys staring each other down. Before Aemond slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glass in hand.

"Final tributes." He said. All eyes were on him now. And Elaenyra remembers Aemond as one to be more secluded and quiet. This was new. Aemond turned his head and looked at Elaenyra.

"First. To my lovely, beautiful, and pure Princess, Elaenyra Velaryon. I promise to always be dutiful towards you and protect you from all the dangers of the world." He toasted. Elaenyra looked at him, shocked and her mouth slightly opened. Her chest heaved under her dress and her face flushed pink. Everyone else at the table had the same expression; shocked, confused, and disappointed from Alicent, Otto, Daemon, Rhaenyra, and Aegon. Helaena smiled at her brother and raised her glass

"Velaryon? She'll be a Targaryen soon and bare Aemond's children." Helaena said. Elaenyra hid her red face behind her hands. Aemond drank from the cup at his sister's words.

"And how many beautiful she will bare," Aemond added. Gods, take me now.

"Finally. To the health of my nephews: Jace...Luke...and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise...strong." Aemond said. Alicent folded her hands together.

"Aemond." The Queen scolded.

"Come...Let us drain our cups to these three...Strong boys." He said. Elaenyra grimaced.

"I dare you to say that again." Jace combated.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." Aemond argued. Jace approached Aemond, and Aemond approached Jace. "Do you not think yourself Strong?" He questioned. Before Jace was able to throw his punch, Elaenyra shot up and grabbed Jace by his hair, and threw him to the ground in front of Helaena.

"Stop this madness! Did you not hear what our grandsire said about the House of the Dragon?!" Elaenyra shouted. Rhaenyra and Daemon approached and stood in front of Jace, Luke, and Elaenyra.

"Why would you say such a thing before these people?" Alicent questioned Aemond.

"I was merely expressing how proud I am of my family, Mother. Mm, thought it seems my nephews aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond responded. Elaenyra huffed and turned to Aemond, slapping him hard across his face. That alone took the entire assembly by surprise. Even though Aemond had lost an eye, the harsh delivery of Elaenyra's slap looked like that hurt him more. Elaenyra stormed out of the room, slamming the doors behind her.

Elaenyra walked the halls of the Keep, fists balled by her side and her brow knitted together. As she walked, she realized she had begun approaching the Queen's Apartments. Walking by the door, she could hear faint voices growing much louder and that the heavy door was cracked open.

"Is that what you are? A traitor?!" It was Alicent who yelled, but at who, Elaenyra did not yet know. Until a voice was quick to answer.

"You call me a traitor for loving someone? For caring?" It was Aemond. Elaenyra stood by the doorframe as she listened in.

"You care? You betrayed our family, Aemond!" Alicent again shouted.

"What fucking family are we? You sit here waiting for father to die, and what a beautiful love story you have! You have only expressed care over Aegon because he was the only reason father wanted you, for a son. Then the rest of us came, and we mean nothing to you. You call me a traitor, but it was you who split this family, all because of your desire to have Aegon be crowned king, and it was you who learned me of betrayal!" He shouted in response. Elaenyra froze in her spot before the sound of his heavy steps approaching the door brought her back to reality. He stopped before the door.

"If I will ever have a family, it will be the one I make with Elaenyra, and no one will stop me from marrying her." He said and walked out of the room. Elaenyra quickly moved from the area, hastily looking to follow wherever Aemond had gone, but the winding of the halls took hold of her and she found herself lost. Until she followed the sound of a raging brazier, and into the throne room she went. Standing before the throne, Elaenyra slowly approached the magnificent piece of history with her hand outstretched. Very gently, Elaenyra grasped the pummel of a sword. She looked up at it, preserving this moment in her mind. Even while she looked at it, her mind replayed all the events that had transpired centuries before her. Aegon the Dragon and his sisters, King Aenys and Maegor the Cruel, with his Black Brides, and the sights of him upon Balerion and Visenya on Vhagar, and the peaceful reign of her great-grandsire, Jaehaerys.

"The swords of Aegon the Dragon's enemies all melted and forged together with the inferno of Balerion the Black Dread. But I'm sure you knew that." A voice said. Elaenyra turned her head and saw Aemond descending the steps. Turning her head back, she looked at the charred metal of the swords.

"Everyone knows that, Aemond." She responded. She heard him chuckle and his steps approach. She could feel his heat radiating onto her. Elaenyra sighed.

"You should sit on it. I think you would look magnificent." He said. She laughed, before turning her back to the throne and slowly sitting down. Her other hand rested on the side of the throne, and with a playful smile, Aemond dropped to one knee before her.

"Mayhaps it should be you that becomes Queen after your mother has completed her reign," Aemond said, head down. Elaenyra again chuckled.

"And would you be my King?" She asked. He raised his head.

"If you'd have me." He said hand pressed to his heart. She smiled. When moving her hand to extend it to him, a blade from the throne sliced the palm of her hand. She hissed and looked at the blood dripping from her hand to the stone floor.

"When family splits into Green and Black and blood is split, Blue cries her tears and Black ceases their rage, but Green persists until the last one dies. In the darkness of night, Green will join Blue, becoming Black. Blue will follow Black, and Green will follow Blue." Elaenyra whispered. Aemond looked at her, confused until he looked upon her dripping palm. Standing up, his hand gently cupped her palm and raised it to his lips. Looking into her eyes, he licked at the blood streaming from the cut. The metallic taste lingered on his tongue, and the aftertaste of fire and brimstone remained much longer.

Still holding her hand, he pulled her from the throne and began leading her from the grand hall. The sound of a kingsguard knight approaching stopped both Aemond and Elaenyra. It was Ser Criston Cole.

"My prince, my princess. His Grace has called for the both of you." He said. The two looked at each other before going to where Viserys had stayed.

The door opened, letting Elaenyra and Aemond inside the King's chambers. The room was dark, save for a few lit candelabras by the King's bedside. Pulling back the curtain and standing at his bedside, Viserys faintly opened his remaining eye and reached his hand out for Elaenyra. She grabbed it and squeezed, trying to fight the burn in her throat.

"Your Grace," Elaenyra whispered. He forced himself up and groaned in discomfort. Within the next hour, he was going to be gone.

"My granddaughter, my son." Viserys acknowledged. Elaenyra wiped away the tears on her cheek. Viserys pointed over to a stationary kit, and Aemond walked over, grabbing it and holding the quill in his hand.

"Write what I say, my son." Viserys pleaded and Aemond nodded. Opening his eye, Viserys looked at his son.

"I, Viserys of House Targaryen, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, hereby declare that upon my death, my granddaughter, Elaenyra, daughter of my heir, Princess Rhaenyra, wed my son, Prince Aemond of House Targaryen." Viserys declared. Quickly writing it all, Aemond handed it to Viserys to sign it. Signing it and sealing it with a golden dragon wax seal, Aemond set it aside and looked upon Viserys.

With a heavy inhale, Viserys began speaking.

"My son, Aemond, please forgive me for my absence through your life, both yours and your siblings. Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, Rhaenyra, and you, my children, my beloved children. Forgive me for my sins." Viserys pleaded.

"Father--" Aemond paused.

"Mayhaps if I had been more present in your lives, all this hatred and grief would not have happened. Please forgive me, and make peace where I failed." Viserys begged. In a rapid motion, Aemond grabbed his father's free hand. Elaenyra stepped back, letting them have their moment in peace and silence.

"Love each other, you and Elaenyra, like I should have loved your mother," Viserys said. Aemond nodded. The two sat in silence for a long number of minutes until Elaenyra walked back, kissing Viserys on the forehead and trying her hardest to keep the broken sob from leaving her mouth.

"Goodnight, grandfather." She said. He weakly smiled at her as Aemond and Elaenyra left the room and closed the heavy door behind them. Aemond grasped her hand, seeing the blood in her palm.

"Come, I'll take care of your wound." He said, and began leading her away, to Aemond's apartments.

Opening the door, Aemond let Elaenyra into the large room. Elaenyra marvelled at the height of the ceilings and the raging inferno in the quartz fireplace. Pillars decorated the walls and silk curtains draped from them, hiding a large bed. The windows spanned from the floor to the ceiling, with a view of the city and a balcony.

"Elaenyra." He called. Elaenyra turned her head to see Aemond holding linen in his hand. "For your wound." He finished. Elaenyra walked over and extended her hand to him. Elaenyra watched as he wrapped the bandage around her cut. Aemond secured it, but still did not release her hand. Elaenyra only looked at where he held her wounded hand. It was calloused and built from years of training, and Elaenyra revelled in the feeling of his skin on her. It was clear now to Elaenyra. The lightning sparked to life under his skin, heating his blood like the dragon he was. And Alicent will never understand that for all she sees is her baby, her dutiful Aemond.

His eye held a wild glint in it, completely different from the drunken shine of his worthless and vile brother. Elaenyra withdrew her hand and looked into his eye. To her surprise, Aemond had a bashful look on his face.

"We were children when last we saw another," Aemond said. She nodded and raised her hand to rest on his tunic, slowly going up until she reached his collar.

"Elaenyra." He whispered.

"We are no longer children." She whispered. Nodding, Aemond stepped closer to her, faces inches from one another. Elaenyra leaned forward a bit, looking at Aemond for permission. When he nodded, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Their lips together felt like fire sparking into a raging inferno as Aemond pressed his body against her, hands tangling into her curly tresses. Elaenyra sighed into the kiss as Aemond bit into her lower lip. The metal taste of her blood danced on his tongue and set his body aflame.

"Your taste is so sweet, Elaenyra." He said. Elaenyra slowly pulled back, desiring the feeling of Aemond's lips to linger a bit longer. Her hands reached behind his head to undo the wrapping that tied his hair back, letting it fall and fan around his shoulders. Her head leaned forward, foreheads connecting.

"I want you." She whispered. Grabbing her hand, Aemond led her through the curtains to the grand bed. Standing to the side of the bed, Aemond held her head in his hands as he pressed another desire-fueled kiss to her silky lips. He was hesitant. Elaenyra reached up and grasped his wrists, looking into his eye as he pulled back.

"Fall into me and I'll catch you." She whispered. He nodded, hands withdrawing and reaching the back of her dress, untying the laces and pulling the dress from her shoulders. Aemond's lips pressed against each inch of skin that was revealed, and she grasped handfuls of leather on his vest.

"Aemond." Elaenyra whimpered. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as he bit into her skin. Pulling back, he looked at the growing red mark on her shoulder with satisfaction.

"I love you." He admitted. "I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, I will always be yours." He spoke. Elaenyra quietly sniffled as her eyes grew glossy. His hands held her face and wiped away a tear.

"Don't cry, my love. Please don't." He said. She shook her head, beginning to undo the claspings on his vest, and pulled it off, moving to the laces of his shirt. Slowly pulling it off, Elaenyra let her eyes wander over his torso and upper chest. He was toned, not overly built as she had seen of Ser Harwin, but enough to see the muscles that built beneath his skin. Once again, she felt him hesitate.

"Don't leave. And don't hesitate." She pleaded. He nodded, again placing his forehead against hers.

"I'll never give you away. I already made that mistake." He said. Grabbing what remained of the dress, he pulled it off her and left her in the slip beneath it. The see-through fabric did nothing to hide her breasts or stomach, and a flame burst through him. In a frenzy, he kicked off his boots and unlaced his pants, not yet pulling them off. Instead, he grabbed the back of her thighs and laid her on the bed, and climbed on top of her. The heat of the room ran through her, drenching her neck and hands in sweat. Aemond once again pressed his lips against hers, more gently compared to the last ones. The other ones were fervent and spirited, this one was delicate and soft.

"I heard what you said to Alicent about me." She said between kisses. He smiled to himself, and hands fumbled with the tie on her slip.

"I meant it. Every word was true." He said. She smiled at Aemond with a chuckle and sat up.

"I know you meant it." She spoke, her eyes glinting with softness. Aemond smirked and pulled at the tie on her slip, watching it fall and bundle around her stomach.

"And I'd prove it a million times over if you asked me to," Aemond said. Kissing her once again, Aemond shredded her slip from her body, resulting in her biting back a squeal. The sound left his mouth as he watched her shiver was obscene and vile. Surely one his mother would not be proud about, or hers. Elaenyra tugged at his pants, pleading for him to take them off. Standing to the side of the bed, he stripped himself of his confines and watched as Elaenyra's eyes settled on what was now visible.

"Eyes on me, my love." He said. She looked up at him, eyes dark and body radiating heat from the raging fire. Slowly, Aemond got down on one knee before the bed and grabbed her legs, pulling her body close to him.

"I have waited far too long for this, I will not waste another moment when I could finally quell my hunger for you." He said and used his fingers to divide her folds before licking a slow strip up. Elaenyra shuddered and sealed her eyes shut. Her hands fisted the sheets beneath her as Aemond worked his tongue all over her sopping petals, making her bite into her lip, hoping to quell the sounds of her arousal. Much to Aemond's distaste. He had waited years for this moment, he will not see Elaenyra silence herself.

"You would try and deny me the sounds of your pleasure?" He questioned. She shook her head violently.

"If anyone were to hear..." She fell silent as his thumb found her throbbing clit, in place of her words, and an aggressive groan left her throat. He wore a deviant smirk.

"You were saying?" He mocked. Her back arched off the bed and her hands found their way to his hair, tangling in it and lightly tugging. Aemond groaned, the sound hitting Elaenyra's ears so perfectly that she bit into her bottom lip and smiled. Elaenyra squealed as Aemond forced a finger inside her, again smirking as her expression hardened.

"Sing for me some more, won't you?" He asked. Kissing at her clit, Elaenyra moaned on contact and silently praised the gods for his tongue. His hands smoothed over the skin of her thighs as he ate at her. Her lips remained parted as light breaths fell from her, but grew in volume as his finger worked inside her and caressed the sweet spot that made her toes curl. Her body grew quick to be drenched in sweat as her orgasm began racing towards her and tugging more roughly on his hair.

"Please." She whimpered. Looking at her from between her thighs, Aemond worked faster against her and took great satisfaction from the trembling of her legs. Inserting another finger, Elaenyra squealed, making Aemond chuckle against her skin.

"Such a beautiful sound. I wonder what your mother would think if she heard you cry out for me like that." Aemond said. Elaenyra's head fell back into the sheets as her back again arched off the bed, her mouth falling open and groaning.

Her mouth formed into a perfect 'o' shape, her back arching off the bed and hands fisting the sheets below her for mercy. She could feel something in her belly start to tighten, and it raced towards her, almost uncomfortable.

"..Aemond?! Aemond, what is...what is that?" She questioned. Pleading, she hopes he had the answer. Aemond pulled away from her clit with a pop, before looking up at her with a satisfied smirk, and mouth coated in her arousal.

"What are you talking about, my love?" He asked. Aemond waited for Elaenyra to gather her thoughts. The hand that held her thigh began to squeeze the skin calmly lightly and gently caressing the smooth skin of her inner thigh, with his knuckles lightly going down to reach her heated cunt. Without rush, Aemond softly dragged the pads of his calloused fingertips along her soaked folds, nonchalantly spreading her lips and occasionally dipping in the tip of one of his fingers inside, collecting her arousal and spreading it over her folds. She could barely focus, her eyes half-lidded with lust and pleasure, her limbs sweaty.

"My stomach feels strange." She confessed, feeling confused and her limbs becoming heavy. Aemond nodded, though he knew she was not paying attention - instead, she stared at the ceiling, her mind elsewhere and pretty face blissed out. Nonetheless, Aemond did not stop reassuring her that she was safe with him.

"You're alright, my love. You are experiencing your first orgasm. Do not fret, my love. I have you, I have you. Just relax with me. Can you do that for me, my love?" He asked. She pleasantly hummed, before feeling Aemond pinch her lower belly, causing her to wince in discomfort and her whole body flinch.

"I need verbal confirmation, my sweet niece." He said lowly, though he continued prodding one of his fingers against her leaking hole, hearing a faint "yes!" come from Elaenyra, before sliding one of his long fingers inside her.

"That's my sweet niece." He commended, leaning his head back down and dragging his tongue along her clit once again. Her body shuddered to hear him call her his sweet niece. And Aemond knew.

"Hmm. So wet for me. What, does it arouse you knowing your uncle will fuck you stupid?" He questioned. She nodded feverishly and arched her back off the bed.

"Oh...please, please! Aemond - I can't... I can't h-hold it..." Elaenyra wailed and thrashed against the sheets. Someone heard that. Aemond did not stop, instead, he went harder and faster, urged by his desire to take anything she was willing to give.

"Cum for me, my love. Cum for your uncle." He demanded, words mumbled against her clit, but audible nonetheless. Elaenyra could feel his teeth just barely scrape against her pulsating clit, just as he tried pushing a third finger into her sopping cunt, making her cry out in his chamber. Once the third finger was pushed inside - a tight fight, but managing - Aemond started pumping all three fingers as quickly as possible, simultaneously licking and sucking at her puffy clit, making her whine so prettily.

"Oh, fuck." She cried, eyes widening as she let the curse slip from her mouth. She couldn't focus, since the beginning of her orgasm began approaching, making the band in her belly tighten to the point of it bordering pain. Aemond quickly switched his fingers for his tongue, his tongue starting to delve deep inside her dripping cunt. His fingers now swirling in her clit in fast, tight circles. The pressure on your clit as well as the wet muscle of Aemond's tongue was enough to have her burst all over his face.

She was panting, and a crying mess. Tears were pooling in her eyes and little hiccups escaped her. Removing his mouth from her, he gently kissed along her thighs and sat up from his now sore knees. Her hiccups were replaced with whimpers of overstimulation. There was a ringing in her ears, a numbness tingling her fingertips, soft lips trailing up her skin, leaving delicate touches along the skin. She was spent. Completely spent. But when she looked down at his erect cock, her eyes widened, completely petrified. Aemond climbed on top of her, before switching for her to be sitting on him, legs on either side of his hips.

"We go at your pace, agreed?" He asked. She nodded. But, she is immediately shy about her body being so exposed. She took his hands, squeezing as she slowly lowered onto his cock.

"I..." The words wouldn't leave her mouth. She tried to sink onto him, but the burn stopped her.

"Take your time, love. It is quite alright." He comforted. The nerves slowly fell away and began sinking further down him. Her head fell back, an obscene moan leaving her mouth. She was small standing next to him, and she was still small while atop him. Aemond kissed her neck, while open-mouthed and groaning at her tightness.

"Gods, I can cum just from this." He groaned. Pressing her hands on his chest, she pushed him down onto the bed. Aemond saw the wild look in her eyes, and he refused to acknowledge that it made his restraint start withering away. Finally fully seated on him, Elaenyra huffed in desperation and grabbed his hand. Pressing it to her lower stomach, Elaenyra slowly began grinding on him. Beneath his hand, Aemond could feel where he rested inside her, and his slightly agape mouth was replaced with a wicked grin.

"You take me so well. Almost like you were made to be fucked by me." He said. Elaenyra threw her head back and smiled.

"We were meant to burn together, Aemond." She spoke, the language of High Valyrian falling off her tongue so effortlessly and beautifully it made Aemond's eyes roll into the back of his head.

"The Velaryons are made of the sea. But you and I, are made of fire." Aemond replied, also in High Valyrian. Elaenyra released her hold on him and let him sit up. Aemond gathered her in his arms and kissed her. Mini explosions ran through her blood and set her skin ablaze, drenching her body in more sweat. She had wasted no time in gathering her strength and raising herself from him before sinking back down. Her jaw fell slack and her arms wrapped around his neck, nails digging into his skin as she whimpered. His hands were firmly placed on her hips, aiding her in her ministrations. Her head fell into his neck where kissed ever so lightly. Removing a hand, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back harshly. Her lidded eyes were dazed and glossy, but when meeting Aemond's eye and seeing the darkness, her eyes shot wide open.

"You scare me, Aemond." She moaned. Aemond smirked and kissed her harshly.

"Good." He said. His hand left her hair and delved between their bodies, connecting at her clit and rubbing in harsh circles. She squealed as her walls fluttered around his cock.

"Shit!" Aemond shouted. Grabbing the back of her thighs, Aemond turned them onto her back with him atop her. Aemond finally gave in and let his carnal desires take over as he relentlessly pounded away at her insides. Unapologetically, Elaenyra screamed as an uncomfortable feeling settled in her lower stomach. Aemond was quick to slap a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet as he chased his release.

Aemond's hips stilled as he emptied his seed inside her. Lifting her in his hands, Aemond kissed her sweaty forehead and smiled at her. Following, Aemond again pressed his forehead to hers.

"I'm yours, Elaenyra. I am yours, and you are mine, from this day until the end of my days. May the Gods take me if I break this oath to you, my love." Aemond declared. Brushing a hand through his ivory locks, Elaenyra smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose.

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Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Baratheon OC

Summary: Elyse meets the other important lady in Aemond's life

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Chapter 12: Flight

Fear spreads like sickness throughout Flea Bottom. It creeps through doorways and spreads through whispers stating dragons are demons that need to be vanquished lest there be retribution from the gods.

The walls of the Red Keep seemed to vibrate with the promise of civil unrest. Whispers of Rhaenyra coming to claim her throne, arriving any day now atop Syrax to burn the city to ash.

Elyse had received a raven from her father.

The ravens were being watched with care, Maester Orwyle had watched Elyse read the letter, and did not let her keep it.

Lord Borros had only written to Elyse a handful of times during her upbringing at King’s Landing.

Lucerys Velaryon had traveled to Storm’s End for the promise of Lord Borros' alliance with Princess Rhaenyra, should there be a war over the succession of the Iron Throne.

Lord Borros had denied him.

It was said he spoke only of his fourth daughter who resided in the Red Keep. Though this sentiment was not shared in his letter to his fourth daughter, so Elyse wondered about the validity of the statement. Regardless, he would not put his blood in harm’s way for the cause of the Pretender Queen.

The Pretender Queen.

That is what they were calling the princess as she resided on Dragonstone. As she reached out to allies to see what footing she had in the Seven Kingdoms.

The realm had bowed to Aegon. They had accepted him without a second thought. The masses always did seem to bow to the wants of men.

Lord Borros rarely expressed affection for Elyse. He had sent her pelts over the years of hunts he had completed, trophies of furs for her chambers. His letter was brief.

I have not forgotten you, daughter. I shall send word to Highgarden. You are to marry the dragon prince. Your mother is with child. She longs to see you again.

Elyse’s lips had parted at her father’s first sentence. Though she often felt forgotten, a doe alone in the capital, his words struck a chord somewhere deep within her. She suddenly remembered being a young girl, clinging to her father’s leg in the round hall before being hauled off to King’s Landing. If she rubbed her fingers together, she could almost feel the memory of the fabric of the trousers he wore that day. She could almost feel the stones she knelt upon.

Her mother, Lady Elenda, had been pregnant when she left for King’s Landing. That babe did not survive. Lord Borros longed for a son, and the news her mother was pregnant once more was unsurprising. She wondered if her mother had expressed missing her, or if this was her father’s way of saying it was he who yearned to see her. Elyse wondered if Lord Borros had written the letter at all, or perhaps the maester had placed some kind words on the parchment for her.

Elyse felt her heart break for Lucerys. She imagined how cold and frightened he must have been to journey on Arrax to her homeland. How Lord Borros must have berated him. She hoped he did not feel shameful on his return to Dragonstone.

Her heart ached for Jacaerys. The Strong Heir, people were calling him. She wondered where he would fly to, what allies he would try and bring to his mother’s cause. Assuming that was what Princess Rhaenyra wanted.

Otto Hightower had returned from negotiating peaceful terms. He returned with news, the council and members of court awaiting with bated breath.

Rhaenyra had just given birth to her first daughter. She was to be called Visenya.

Rhaenyra had contemplated the terms of peace. She was given time to accept the offer, to welcome the birth of her daughter.

The seven kingdoms seemed to collectively hold its breath, awaiting Princess Rhaenyra’s response.

Ravens arrived hourly, from all across the realm as lords declared themselves for King Aegon, second of his name.

Elyse had been given two personal guards as her envoys. As a lady in waiting she was used to the goldcloaks who fluttered about Helaena but never was she subject to this kind of protection. Ser Errol and Ser Willis had been personally selected by Ser Criston Cole at the command of Prince Aemond.

The men followed her everywhere, trailing behind her in a triangular formation. Eyes on her at all times. Elyse felt her skin crawl with the intrusion of her privacy.

“It is all a precaution,” Helaena had told her as they met for afternoon tea. The air had grown cold, almost uncomfortably so with the approaching winter, but Helaena still preferred to dine outside.

“Is it really necessary?” Elyse had asked, watching as Ser Errol swatted at a drooping flower poking out of a hedge nearby.

“Aemond insisted,” Helaena told her, a smile hinting at the corner of her lips.

Elyse felt her face flush. She had not seen Aemond since the night of the coronation feast. He had been busy with the small council, attending to the wishes of his mother and aiding Ser Criston with potential war plans. The memory of his tongue on her, his fingers inside her, made a fire pool in her lower belly.

Helaena had more goldcloaks surrounding her as well. With her new title as queen came increased threats to her well-being.

“Have you spoken to him about the engagement?” Helaena asked, taking a sip from her cup.

The back of Elyse’s neck grew warmer still. I have always wanted you. His confession played in her mind over and over again. Elyse had awoken to purple kisses littering her thighs, in the shapes of his fingers.

“It appears we shall get along fine as husband and wife,” Elyse told her friend, who smiled over her cup. Elyse felt her face warming as though Helaena could see the bruised flesh hidden beneath her skirts.

“As I had expected. What of Lord Maceon? Is little Floris excited about the betrothal?”

Elyse was thoughtful for a moment. She only assumed it would be Floris who would be offered as her replacement.

Floris was said to be the prettiest of the sisters. She had little memories of her youngest sister, the only other child after herself.

She remembered a small child with dark hair who followed her like a shadow. A girl with large blue eyes, who enjoyed music. Small hands clinging to her skirts. Elyse hoped Floris would enjoy Highgarden. She believed it would suit her more so than herself.

“I do not know,” Elyse admitted, “but from what I recall of Floris I believe she would be happy. Lord Maceon is a kind man.”

Heleana nodded in agreement, casting her gaze away from Elyse.

Elyse sensed her hesitation.

“What is it?” she asked and Helaena shook her head.

“I just cannot help but wonder… what Prince Jacaerys must think,” Helaena said carefully.

Elyse looked away. She tried not to think of it. Of Lucerys returning to Dragonstone with the news of Lord Borros denying allegiance to his mother due to his daughter in King’s Landing. His daughter, who was soon to marry the one-eyed dragon prince.

If Lucerys had journeyed to Storm’s End, Elyse wondered where Jacaerys must be. Somewhere in the realm atop Vermax no doubt petitioning other lords.

Jacaerys had never liked Aemond, even when they were small children. He would likely not be pleased with the match.

“It does not matter what Jace thinks,” Elyse told her and Helaena raised a brow.

“He is one of your dearest friends,” Helaena nudged, noticing Elyse shying away from the topic.

“Then he shall understand the duty we both have,” Elyse told her, a bit of annoyance in her tone.

Duty, he might understand. But duty was not the only reason Elyse wished to marry Prince Aemond.

The fluttering in her heart told her all she needed to know about her feelings for Aemond. And that was something she knew Jace would look down on her for.

She could picture his face, the twisted anguish it would bring him. Not only as a friend. Never just a friend.

“I wonder if his wedding to Lady Baela is still to commence within the next moon,” Helaena pondered.

Elyse nodded, pondering Helaena’s statement. She had been invited to that wedding. She had hoped to attend.

“I look forward to your wedding ceremony,” Helaena said, glancing at a spider that had ducked beneath the table, watching it glide down a single thread to meet the stone floor.

The wedding would come quickly. It would not be a grand affair, a small ceremony in the castle sept. A feast was to be held after vows were exchanged. Elyse smiled at the thought.

“As am I,” she told Helaena, causing the Targaryen queen to smile.

“Do you remember our promise as children?” she asked and Elyse snorted.

“That we would be sister wives, as Visenya and Rhaenys were, as to always be together?” Elyse said, recalling the vow they had made in childhood.

The ladies both giggled at the memory.

“I told you, I would not marry Aegon,” Elyse recalled, but her smile remained.

“I would not expect that of you. You would think me cruel,” Helaena said, “I believe it is only I who can handle him.”

A moment of silence fell between the ladies.

“I know it is selfish of me, but I am grateful Aemond shall be your lord husband,” Helaena admitted and Elyse took her hand.

“Is that awful of me?” Helaena asked, eyes watery.

Elyse’s lips pressed together in a hard smile. She felt her throat tighten with the promise of tears.

“Even if I had left for Highgarden, it would not be the end of our friendship, Helaena,” Elyse declared, causing Helaena to smile.

“I would never leave you,” Elyse promised, the words hanging in the air between them.

Helaena’s violet eyes spilled tears down her cheeks. She looked as though she wanted to tell Elyse something. As if there was imperative information she needed to share with her friend.

Helaena seemed to know more things than most. Helaena inhaled sharply, patting Elyse’s hand and averting her eyes from her companion.

Then a servant girl made her way toward the women in the garden. Though she wore her hair concealed underneath the tan bonnet, Elyse could see strands of red hair that had escaped, blowing in the breeze. Her eyes were wide as she approached the ladies.

“Your grace, my lady,” the girl said, in an accent, Elyse did not recognize, “Prince Aemond requests your presence, Lady Elyse.”

Elyse felt her heartbeat quicken. Helaena flashed her a small smile.

“Where does he reside?” Eyes asked.

“The council chambers, my lady, but he wishes you to meet him at the front gates,” she said as Elyse rose.

“I have come to escort you to your chambers, to dress in your riding leathers; I would recommend a cloak, as well as there, is a chill, my lady,” the handmaid continued.

Elyse smiled, rising from her seat.

“I apologize, I do not think we have been introduced before?” Elyse questioned. She was sure she knew everyone in the Keep by now, and this handmaid did not look familiar.

The girl smiled.

“I am Tasha, my lady. I tend to the princess and princes,” she told Elyse who nodded. Elyse had noted Dyana’s presence missing for some time. Jaehaerys had adored the servant girl and Elyse had wondered where she had disappeared to.

“Tasha is quite lovely,” Helaena told Elyse, “Jaehaera is fond of her already.”

“You flatter me, your grace,” Tasha said a blush blooming on her cheeks, eyes downcast.

After bidding Helaena ado, Elyse made her way to her chambers to change.

“Shall I braid your hair, my lady?” Tasha asked. A task usually reserved for her handmaiden Jeyne, who was not present.

“That would be lovely, thank you, Tasha,” Elyse said, sitting at her desk.

Tasha ran her hands through Elyse’s hair before reaching for her brush.

“Have you resided long in the capital?” Elyse asked, making polite conversation.

“No, my lady, I only just recently arrived. I worked previously under Lady Hollard,” Tasha informed her, beginning the braid, “how long have you resided here, my lady?”

“Forever, it feels,” Elyse said chuckling, “since I was very young.”

“An interesting place to grow into womanhood,” Tasha said and Elyse found herself nodding.

“Indeed.”

Aemond stood at the front gates, back turned, hands crossed behind his back. He wore his riding leathers for the occasion. As the footsteps crunched on the gravel behind him, he turned.

Elyse’s cheeks were rosy from the cool air, but they seemed to darken as he met her gaze. Her blue eyes sparkled clear and bright as the sapphire hidden beneath his eyepatch.

“My lady,” Aemond greeted her.

“My prince,” Elyse said, curtsying.

Aemond waved away the guards behind Elyse. Her eyes tracked the movement of his hand. Aemond’s mouth curved into a smile.

“Let us find you a horse, my lady,” Aemond said, beckoning her towards the stables.

“I have someone I would like to introduce you to.”

Elyse had met Vhagar before. Never formally, but she had seen the massive she-dragon both at Driftmark and King’s Landing once Aemond had claimed her.

Queen Alicent had been worried sick when her son was recovering due to the maiming that occurred at Lady Laena’s funeral. Though Aemond flew on dragonback home to the Red Keep, Queen Alicent forbade it until he fully recovered from his injury.

Aemond had fallen into a fever soon after the greens returned to the Red Keep.

Vhagar was inconsolable, a dark shadow over King’s Landing. Her screams were constant for a week’s time as she flew lamenting. Even the darkness of night would not calm her. She would not sleep. She would not eat.

She had just lost one rider, another loss this soon would be agonizing.

Vhagar had taken residence on the beach of the Iron Gate. No one dared approach her.

Elyse remembered watching from her window, feeling the breeze from Vhagar’s gigantic wings as she flew above the Keep. Her roars shook the foundations of the castle.

She remembered Aemond, who rose from his bed in his delirium, desperate to fly one last time if he was to die. He had just gotten a taste, and now the Stranger wished to take him.

Queen Alicent had held her second son in her arms, as sweat soaked through his clothes. She had trembled as he cried, as he screamed for his dragon.

Elyse remembered praying to the gods, old and new, that would Aemond live. She prayed for Helaena, for the Queen, and for the dragon outside her window. She prayed for herself. The maester had reopened Aemond’s stitching, drained fluid and pus with leeches, and left the socket open. Then everyone had waited.

The night was long. Queen Alicent stayed by her son’s side the entire time. Elyse stayed in Helaena’s chambers, holding her companion as she wept for her brother.

Only when Aemond’s fever broke the following morning did Vhagar stop her lamenting.

Aemond rose from his bed and looked at his mother.

“Where is she?”

Aemond was leading her far outside of the Red Keep, past Dragon’s Gate, and into the grassy hills of the Crownlands. There was tension in the air between them, Elyse was sure if they weren’t on horseback she would throw herself into his arms.

“I received a raven from my father, this morning,” Elyse said, snapping the thread between them.

“What does your lord father say?” Aemond asked as Elyse’s mare brushed against his.

“He intends to write to Highgarden,” Elyse told him, “and my lady mother is with child again.”

Her jaw clenches at the end of her sentence.

“This is good news, yes?” Aemond asked, noticing Elyse’s tone shift. Elyse wet her lips.

“Mother struggles with childbearing. I worry for her health,” Elyse admitted, feeling an ache in her chest. She had scattered memories of her mother, seemingly always in the birthing bed, too sick with exhaustion to rise.

Aemond studied Elyse’s expression.

“We shall visit,” he promised, “after the wedding. You have been away from your home too long.”

Elyse felt as though her heart may burst from his kind words. His kindness shines through when he wants it to; or maybe when he lowers his guard. When his muscles relax, the tension releases from his shoulders, and his jaw. It is a rarity, Elyse believes.

“Aemond, I would love that,” she said softly, touched by his thoughtfulness. Aemond shied away from her gaze, clearing his throat. The intimacy of his proposal weighed heavily between them.

“Here we are,” Aemond said, as they made their way over to a clearing surrounded by several oak trees.

As Elyse dismounted her steed, she was afraid her legs would fail her. The air was cool and crisp, a slight breeze made Elyse inhale a deep breath of fresh air.

If Elyse turned around she could see the red towers of the Keep in the distance stretching towards the sky, like the fingers of some old god reaching towards the heavens.

Aemond had dismounted his horse as well and reached for the reigns of Elyse’s mare before tying them to a tree. Elyse raised an eyebrow.

“Are we to picnic?” she asked and Aemond shook his head.

“Not today,” he told her finishing the knot and patting his horse.

“Come,” he beckoned, and Elyse followed. The pair walked over a nearby hill that lead to a grassy clearing. Elyse felt the ground rumble beneath her boots.

Vhagar lay in the dip of the earth, as though she were a curled-up cat, not the oldest, largest dragon in the world. Her bronze scales shone in the late afternoon sun, green and blue reflections glimmering.

Her eyes were closed, until she breathed in deeply, sensing the pairs’ presence. Her eyes snapped open. A beautiful jade, the color of wildfire. She picked her head up turning it towards her rider.

Aemond had taken several steps ahead of Elyse, his body a barrier between the doe and the dragon.

“Lykeri, Vhagar, ziry iksos issa,” Aemond’s called.

Vhagar roared in response to her rider, and the very air seemed to vibrate with the force of her call. Elyse could feel Vhagar’s call rattle her bones.

Aemond let out a laugh. Elyse tore her eyes from the beast then. She’d never heard him laugh like that; not a chuckle or a polite acknowledgment. A true laugh. She found herself smiling.

“Lykeri,” Aemond teased, patting her snout. His hand was the size of her right nostril, which emitted grey smoke. Aemond turned towards Elyse a grin on his face.

He held his hand out towards her.

Elyse had never braved the underbelly of the dragonpit. She had come face to face with Dreamfyre a handful of times and that was it. This was different. This was the dragon that Visenya rode. The dragon that had seen Dorne. The dragon that had helped conquer the seven kingdoms.

Elyse stepped forward, curling her fingers over Aemond’s.

Vhagar was watching her, green eyes curious. She made a low clicking sound in the back of her throat.

“Lykeri, Vhagar. Bisa iksos issa riñnykeā,” Aemond crooned, the Valyrian dripping from his tongue like honey. This is my lady. Elyse wished to request he speaks it more often.

Elyse swallowed the fear inside her and pushed away the nerves eating away at her insides as she placed her hand in Aemond’s.

The dragon’s chest rumbled, as though a cat purring. Her eyes gleamed as she stared at Elyse. Staring into Elyse’s eyes, Vhagar suddenly let out a sharp chirp, before returning to a purr.

Aemond looked at Elyse, tugging her closer with the hand he held. Reaching up, he placed Elyse’s hand atop Vhagar’s maw.

Elyse had expected she would feel cold, perhaps slimy even like the frogs in the ponds in the gardens of the Keep. But Vhagar was warm, her scales smooth and thick like armor. Elyse released a shaky breath.

Aemond’s eye never left her face as he watched Elyse stroke Vhagar. He wasn’t entirely sure what made him want to introduce them. Something had tugged within him as he prepared to go flying.

“She’s magnificent,” Elyse breathed and Aemond hummed in response.

“Come, my lady,” Aemond said, motioning towards the ropes that dangled from Vhagar’s back. Elyse followed them with her eyes, seeing Aemond’s saddle; a small speck upon her back.

Elyse froze, all her muscles feeling as though they had turned to jelly. Vhagar exhaled suddenly, grey smoke curling towards the sky.

“I- um, I do not-” Elyse began, the words becoming lost in her throat.

“You wish to see the world, yes?” Aemond asked, stepping close to her, “Volantis, the Free Cities?”

Elyse nodded. He had remembered.

“You are to be my lady wife. There is no place you cannot go,” he promised, stepping closer to her.

“I will not deny you anything,” he told her, “anything you wish, any city you desire. You need only climb.”

And so Elyse did.

It took several minutes to climb Vhagar, Aemond climbing below her as though to make sure she would not fall. Though it took much longer due to Elyse’s inexperience, Aemond did not mind.

She held onto the ropes tightly, the material digging into her palms leaving angry red streaks, as she pulled herself upwards. Elyse glanced at the ground briefly but quickly brought her gaze back to the scales in front of her. The ground was very very far away.

“Warrior save me,” Elyse whispered to herself, as she continued her climb. She imagined she was not Elyse, she was Visenya, Targaryen Queen ascending her dragon to conquer the seven kingdoms. Visenya would not have been afraid.

As they reached the top, the wind tore through Elyse’s braid, several strands of hair coming loose around her face. Aemond seated himself on the saddle, straddling his legs as though on a horse. As Elyse stood on Vhagar’s back, she looked at the Red Keep in the far-off distance.

“Sit here,” he motioned and helped Elyse straddle the she-dragon in front of him. Elyse placed herself in front of him, feeling Aemond’s hot breath on her neck. She pressed into him, back flush against his chest, face burning.

“Sōvētēs!” Aemond shouted, and Vhagar began her ascension, large feet pressing the ground, propelling the dragon toward the sky. Her wings flapped, gathering the winds beneath her.

Vhagar took to the skies.

Elyse’s eyes were wide, thighs clenching the saddle, knuckles white against the reigns.

Aemond smiled coyly, pressing the sharp curve of his nose beneath her ear into the spot he already knew was sensitive. Elyse inhaled a sharp breath, a tingle rolling down her spine.

“It’s alright,” he murmured, lips dancing on her skin. Elyse closed her eyes as Aemond brought his hand to hold her waist. He brought his other to hold her stomach, pressing her back flush against him.

“Look,” Aemond said, and Elyse opened her eyes. The waters of Blackwater Bay sparkled beneath them. Elyse let out a laugh, as Vhagar dove towards the sea. Elyse felt her stomach drop, her bottom lifting from the saddle, thighs still clenched.

Her braid blew wildly behind her as Vhagar suddenly pulled herself up, letting her feet and wings drag in the salty water. Mist sprayed up her back, sizzling into steam with the heat of her body.

Elyse laughed again, before letting loose the reigns she held, throwing her hands over her head. Aemond kept his hands securely around her, holding his lady to his dragon. He could not help the smug smile that crept onto his face at the delight the ride was bringing her.

Elyse swore she was weightless. She felt as though she herself was the dragon beneath her, simply flying of her own accord. How incredibly freeing it must be; to be a Targaryen. To be an unstoppable force of nature, to go anywhere you desire.

She screamed then, high-pitched, a joyful sound. A child running in from the rain. Elyse could not remember the last time she felt so free. As Vhagar continued to fly she craned her neck to look at Aemond.

Aemond was already looking at her, hand tightening around her waist. His lips were parted, a soft smile on his mouth that reached his eye. He leaned forward then, capturing her lips in a kiss. The wind tore around the lovers who stayed locked in their embrace long after Vhagar had landed on the outskirts of King’s Landing.

Prince Jacaerys had been flying for too long. The air was warm, the breeze blowing his dark hair from his brow. His legs ached from the journey, as Vermax descended to the courtyard below.

“We send Lucerys North, I shall travel to the Riverlands,” Prince Daemon had instructed days earlier, as Princess Rhaenyra rested in her birthing bed. Her recovery was slow from the intensity of her labors, and she had yet to rise.

“You shall journey south,” Daemon continued, looking towards Jacaerys. Jace had stood tall, a solemn expression on his face. As Lucerys had traveled to Storm’s End, Jace had traveled to the Vale. His trip had meant to extend to the North to request the allegiance of Cregan Stark when a raven arrived at the Eyrie causing Jace to change course and return to Dragonstone.

Three dragons departed the island of Dragonstone, as a newborn babe wailed from within.

Jacaerys eased from his mount of Vermax and the dragon cried out, a loud call towards the guards before him, who backed away at the sound. Jace’s thighs ached as he began walking, the feeling suddenly unfamiliar from his travels.

Jacaerys looked towards the beauty of Highgarden and went inside.

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The dragon's heart

Chapter 1

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: strong-ish language, talk of arranged marriage.

Summary: Rhaenyra realices there's only one way of making peace.

A/N: I am writing this as a way of going back to the writing game, as such I can't guarantee that every chapter will be very long or have a very exciting plot. I hope you enjoy my writing nonetheless and I'll see you next time. Lots of love ♥️♥️

The pale woman looked out of her bedroom’s window as she sighted at her husband's words.

“Rhaenyra…”

“I’ve had enough of it, Daemon!”

The prince pursed his lips as he exhaled through his nose in an attempt to calm himself, he knew it would do no good to his cause if he snapped back at his wife.

“You’re asking me to go back to the very place where my son almost lost an eye to that cunt’s madness”.

“I’m asking you to visit your father, my brother, Rhaenyra” countered Daemon.

Rhaenyra turned to face her husband. They both held the other’s stare until the princess spoke again with resolve.

“I refuse to let us be easy prey for Alicent to pounce on again”.

“She is a Highttower, Rhaenyra, it is what they all do, they pounce and they hunt and they tear but that has nothing to do with my brother and you know it. What will you have us do, hide here until that snake has no more venom to spit, until there’s nothing she can accuse you of? Hide if you wish to, rinitsos (little girl), but if you command me to follow you I will not respond” said the prince bluntly.

…………..

“Nyke emagon vettan nykea decision, issajorraelagon” (I have made a decision, my love).

The rogue prince looked at his wife with a raised eyebrow and kept quiet; he had stated his stance on the matter and would not change his mind. The arrangements to leave for the Red Keep had already been made and a raven had been sent, it was up to Rhaenyra to decide if he would be made to leave by himself or accompanied.

“Yzaldrizes aoha iderennon sir, abrazyrys” (speak your choice now, wife).

“I wish to make an alliance with the greens”.

“You do not need my consent, my lady wife” Daemon said simply, not yet giving his opinion on the matter.

“That I am aware of, husband, however given our previous… discussion I find it important to know your thoughts".

Daemon exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. An allegiance to the greens could no doubt be something favourable for them. Despite the possibility of a positive outcome, the prince was also aware that the Highttowers were like no other family. Broken and small as it was, they were sick and twisted and Otto Highttower had such an unquenchable thirst for power he hadn't hesitated to place it before the happiness of his own remaining child . Daemon held no more sympathy for the man than he would for common murderer or thief. He, however, was also aware of what the bad blood between both families would eventually bring. From the moment Viserys married Otto's child the link that was born between both families became a sword whose sharp point always seemed to be pointing towards the Targaryens. But now, now they had the chance of changing that. There was only one issue remaining, an issue whose solution Daemon was already aware of. The prince finally opened his eyes and let them fall on his wife.

“An alliance with the greens will not be an easy matter to resolve, if we are to sign it off we must give them something valuable, something they can use against us if need be” he answered at last.

“I’m afraid this is where our views distort, husband…”

“What, where you just going to step foot on the Red Keep and offer to restore your friendship with that cunt for the good of the realm?” interrupted Daemon mockingly.

“Just what other thing could I offer her? I already put Jacaerys forward for the princess Helaena and she refused. Alicent has already expressed her wishes to befriend me again more than once”.

“If that is your wish, go through with it, but a pact simply based on the power of love will not last a fortnight. Helaena was already betrothed to Aegon, but the eldest daughter has not yet been married off to anybody”.

Rhaenyra looked at the rogue prince as if he had just grown a second head. She picked her fingernails nervously as she paced. She knew she would one day have to make the decision of wedding her children but she had expected to avoid it for as long as possible. She herself had suffered from an unfulfilling marriage once, and did not wish for her sweet boys to go through the same ordeal nor the same rumours spread about her to be about them, they already had enough with their own at the moment. She stopped her pacing as she heard Daemon’s steps near her. The princess felt her husband's arms circle her waist and his chin rest on her head. She turned to look at him and he took a hold of her hands, effectively stopping her nervous nail-picking habit.

“If you want an alliance with the greens there’s only one choice,” he whispered gently “so make it”.

“He barely knows her” Rhaenyra whispered as she sighed and rested her head on the man’s chest.

“Rhaenyra…” he chided.

“For all we know she could be as cruel as her brother Aegon”

“Aegon is a drunkard and a cunt, and he is seen as such by the whole realm, if she was as much of a monster as you worry she is, the same whispers would carry her name through the keep” reasoned the prince.

The princess lifted her head from the prince’s chest and finally looked at him. Still unsure, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“I will do it. I will wed my son to Viserra Targaryen”.

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starogeorgina · 1 year

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Violent delights

Warnings: Character death

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.11

Jacaerys face falls as he watches his sons play underneath a weirdwood tree within the walls of Winterfell. His lips press into a thin line as a fearful look crosses his features. You could only imagine what upsetting thoughts plagued his mind. Jace only looks away from his elder sons when Daemon starts to fuss in your arms.

“I should take him back inside.”

Daemon hadn’t been outside for longer than ten minutes, but you still felt it was far too long for a newborn to be in such cold weather. You had decided to take the children on a walk to spend the last few hours before you left for Dragonstone together. Rhaenys was happily petting Lord Stark’s heavily pregnant direwolf, while Aemma clung to your side. Avery and Aethan had adapted to the new climate better than their sisters; both of them were fascinated by the snow.

“I’ll take him,” Jace says quietly. He stretches his arms for you to give him the baby. Jacaerys kisses him on the forehead and says, “I’ve hardly held him since he was born. I fear he’ll think I’m a stranger when I see him again.”

You felt terrible for Jacaerys; he was questioning his ability as a father, and blaming himself for what happened to Luke. He had convinced himself that he should have flown to Storm's End with your brother before heading north. But if that had happened, the most likely outcome would be that Aemond would have killed them both.

“You’re his father, Jace; you’ll never be a stranger to him.”

You remain outside for a little while longer, watching as your child enjoys themselves, but when the winds pick up, you tell them it’s time to go back inside.

Clara had agreed to stay with them in Winterfell, which made you feel slightly more comfortable that they would have a familiar face watching over them. When you enter the bedroom, you notice Jacaerys dozing off in one of the chairs near the fireplace, and Daemon leaning against his bare chest, sleeping peacefully.

You run your fingers through Jace’s hair and say, “My sweet boys.”

Jacaerys leans his head against your hand that’s resting on his shoulder. His eyes look painful with how bloodshot they are. “Leaving them is going to be awful,” he says quietly. “It was hard enough leaving the children with you in Dragonstone, but now it’s different. We will be so far away, and we have no idea how long the war will last. It could be a long time before we see them again.”

“Our mother will have her throne back before long, and then our children will be safe to return to their home.”

He repositions the babe in his arms and says, “We'll need to say goodbye soon.”

It had been decided that you’d leave at night, and with the sun starting to disappear behind the clouds, there wasn’t long left. Leaving your babies behind was going to kill you on the inside; it would be the hardest thing you’d ever need to do.

—

It was apparent from the moment you arrived back in Dragonstone that something had changed. The air has a stillness to it; a horrible sensation of death lingered in the air. The dragonkeepers and servants kept their heads low as you walked by them.

Seeing Jace’s lip start to tremble, you link your fingers with his. “We will get through this; I don’t know how, but we will.”

“I don’t think I can... Luke…Luke… I’m still expecting to walk in and see him.”

Hearing Jacaerys voice break causes tears to well up again. You were fighting so hard to remain strong, but you could feel your walls starting to crumble. You remain hand in hand as you walk in silence to the great hall. Upon entering it, you are greeted by a few lords and knights who lower their heads as they address you and Jacasrys. With your mother being next in line to the throne, you had grown up used to being treated as royalty, but never before had you seen fear in the eyes of those who looked upon you. Your eyes land on Baela and Rhaena, who both look as if they have been crying, with your grandsire by their sides.

Jace speaks up, his voice clear of all emotions. “Princess Rhaenys, Lord Corlys.”

Your grandsire nods his head and says, “My prince, princess.”

An awkwardness lingers for a moment before you decide to break it. It was obvious your grandsire was holding back on something, so you looked to Princess Rhaenys and said, "Grandmother?”

She lets go of Baela’s hand and approaches you with a serious look on her face. One of the many things you admire about your grandmother was the way she got straight to the point; she never held back from telling you the truth. A sympathetic look crosses her face. “I’m sorry to inform you that Prince Gaemon is dead.”

You take a step back, feeling as if you’d just been hit. “He’s dead?”

“While you were in Winterfell, two men posing as fishermen managed to make their way into the castle during the night and slay him while he slept.”

Jace’s fingers slip from yours as he stumbles slightly, and his face turns paler than you've ever seen before. One of the lords quickly places a chair behind Jacaerys before he falls to the ground.

Your grandmother raises her brows slightly before saying, “There's more. The night Prince Gaemon was killed, he was asleep in the nursery that belonged to your children.”

“They mistook my brother for one of my sons." Tears roll down your cheeks. “Aegon sent them to kill my boys, and now my mother has suffered another loss, another child taken from her.”

“What of those who killed my brother?” Jacaerys asks.

Your grandsire speaks up: “The men who committed such a heinous crime have since been sent to death by dragonfire.”

You feel as if your heart is physically turning into stone inside your chest. Lucery's death broke you; it left you feeling as if there was a hole in your heart that could never be mended, but learning of Gaemon’s death angered you. He was just a boy. “My brothers,” you sob. Sweet as they were and dead as they are, your family couldn’t suffer anymore. You wipe your tears away with the back of your hand and notice the look your grandparents are giving each other: “What else?”

Your grandmother clears her throat. “One of the servants who were taken advantage of by Aegon has come forward and sworn their loyalties to Queen Rhaenyra. A girl named Tiana claimed she overheard a conversation between Aegon and Alicent from the day you returned to the keep.”

“What did they say?”

“My nephew can keep his bitch, but I will keep my daughter, or I will have their heads.”

You gulped down; you felt physically sick hearing what Aegon said. Jace squeezed your hand; it was frightening knowing how Aegon really felt. You had tried to convince yourself that he didn’t really want Aemma and would soon forget about her. You look up and see your stepfather standing in the back of the room. You make eye contact with him and nod.

A silent agreement that the plan you once refused to participate in was going forth. You’d do anything to protect your family, even if it meant deceiving them.

—

You watch as Viserion, Vermax, Syrax, and Caraxes circle the sky above Dragonstone. For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw Arrax emerging from the clouds when the fifth dragon joined, but your mind was playing cruel tricks on you; it was only Seasmoke, the dragon that bonded with your late father.

Another person you’d lost.

“Who do you think was behind it?”

You turn around to see your grandmother approaching you; she has a sad smile on her face. Without explicitly explaining her question, you knew what she was referring to. “Ser Criston or Aemond, I suspect. Aegon will likely be too drunk to even think for himself, and Alicent and Otto wouldn’t approve of killing a child.”

“They wouldn’t?”

“They know the repercussions of their son's actions will be disastrous for House Hightower.”

“Hmm,” she says, standing beside you. “The farmers and fishermen that live in villages below the Dragonmont are being questioned, while Prince Jacaerys leads a discussion in the small council. He has suggested that they recruit dragonseeds to attempt to claim the six riderless dragons that live on the island.”

A proud smile graces your lips. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“And what plan are you and Prince Daemon plotting?”

“No amount of milk from the poppy will blunt the pain of the greens taking Visenya, Lucerys, and Gaemon from my mother. They won’t stop coming for her, my siblings, or my children. This war is no longer just about who sits upon the iron throne; it’s about keeping those we love safe.”

Your grandmother hugs you and says, "Your father would be so proud of you.”

You fall into her embrace easily. Aside from Daemon, you truly believed your grandmother, Rhaenys, was the only one who wouldn’t judge you. “If I tell you, you must promise to never tell another soul.”

“I promise, dear girl, I won’t betray your trust.”

—

It felt weird laying in your shared bed with Jacaerys without your kids for the first time in years. Once your husband had fallen asleep, you’d leave to meet Daemon. Then there was no turning back.

“Lyarra?”

You roll onto your side and say, “I thought you were asleep.”

“I love you desperately.”

You cup his face. “I love you, and there’s nothing I won’t do to protect you or our family.”

He pulls you closer so your head is resting against his chest. “We protect each other, it’s how we’ll get through this.”

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starogeorgina · 1 year

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Violent delights

Warnings: blood, swearing

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

Notes: Jacaerys is older in this fic than he is in the show/book

1.02

Sensing danger Viserion dips down, trying to get you to safety on Dragonstone quickly, but your uncle was relentless, and Vhagar was getting closer and closer to you. Please gods. You didn’t care about the blood dripping down your legs or the horrible cramping in your lower abdomen. All you cared about was getting your daughter somewhere safe. But it seems the gods were listening to your silent prayers; tears of relief slipped down your cheeks as a second shadow flew over you.

Caraxes.

With your stepfather looming over you both, Aemond orders Vhagar to turn back instead of confronting Daemon and his dragon head-on.

The next few moments pass in a blur as Viserion flies down to the beach below. By the time he lands on the damp sand, Daemon is already waiting for you. Most people would be too afraid to come so close to a dragon, but Viserion wasn’t different from the rest. The majority of Viserion's scales are light pink; his horns, wing bones, and spinal crest are silver. His coloring and placid nature gave him the nickname gentle giant.

Your legs give way as you climb down, but Daemon catches you before you fall to the ground. Once you are steady, he gives you a horrifying look as he notices the newborn strapped to your chest. “Please take her,” you beg. “Take her to my mother.”

He takes the baby from your chest and hands her to one of the guards, who held her as if she were glass. In one swift movement, Daemon lifted you up, wrapping one arm behind your back and the other behind your knees. Fury flickers behind his eyes as the prince keeps his tone neutral to not worry you further. “Dearest girl, We should never have let you marry that drunken—”

“Her name is Aemma.”

“Save your strength—”

Seeing the blood trail you left behind you, you interrupted him again, scared you were running out of time. “The greens will come for her. I disobeyed the queen, and they will want me to pay for that.”

—

The first thing you see when your eyes flutter open is your mother. Delicately, she brushes hair out of your face, “my sweet girl. You had us worried.”

Like a child, you cling to her side, “mother.”

You had been in and out of consciousness while your stepfather carried you inside. He called for the maesters immediately, and upon inspection they discovered you had a birthing tear, which required stitches. The maesters shared their concerns that you’d not been treated properly within the keep; they couldn’t understand why you didn’t receive medical care after giving birth, and they also pointed out how thin you were for someone who has just delivered twins.

Your mother comforts you as you finally let out all your built-up emotions. Thinking of Rhaegar made you miserable; you missed the son you never met to the point it caused you physical pain. When you finally stopped crying, you explained everything that had happened, and I could have sworn I saw flickers of red behind her eyes. “I can never thank Prince Daemon enough for coming when I needed him most. I can’t imagine what would have happened if Vhagar—”

“Lyarra, my love, please don’t think of such things; it will only cause you distress. Arrangements are being made so that the greens will have no excuses to step foot on Dragonstone.”

You nod, glad to hear that they won’t ever come near your daughter. You suddenly sit upright when you realize that your baby is nowhere in sight. “Aemma! Where is she?”

“Aemma is asleep,” your mother smiles at you. “I’m so proud of you, my darling. My perfect grandchild is currently asleep in the cot I have set up for your future sibling. I didn’t know what sleeping arrangements you would want to have.”

“I want her in here with me.”

You watch as your mother rubs her swollen stomach, the velvety fabric of her dress clinging to her bump. She always looked so elegant and beautiful while pregnant, unlike you, who looked a day away from death.

“I will have that organized," she squeezes your hand. “Joffrey is desperate to see you; he’s missed you deeply. Jace and Luke are out dragon riding; when they return, I will let them know you are back and tell them what has happened. For now, I need you to rest; I will watch over Aemma until the morrow.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me; you are my child.”

Your mother stays with you until you fall into a deep slumber. You were truly thankful that she was kind hearted, and you hoped to be as good a mother as she is.

—

Closing your eyes, you let your head fall against the back of the tub. For the first time in many moons, you felt a slither of your old self coming back. When you woke up in the morning, your new handmaiden Clara had prepared a bath for you, brought you fresh clothes, a mixture of fruits, and jugs of water.

Due to your tenderness, Clara helped you into the bath, and once she did, you dismissed her. insisting that you’d be fine on your own.

Just as you feel the built-up tension in your body realizing this, the smell of lavender oil reaches your nose and the doors to your chambers are swung open.

“Lyarra!”

“Sister!”

Your body flushes with embarrassment as your three brothers sprint into the room, eager to see you. “Gods!” You struggle to cover your bare chest, wrapping one arm around your top half and the other below. “This is why people knock!”

Lucerys quickly covers his and Joffrey’s eyes while turning to face the other way. Jacaerys averts his eyes while handing you a towel to cover yourself with. You let out a grumbled thank you. If you weren’t mortified, it would have been comical to see them all blush with embarrassment.

“Mother told us we had to wait until morning to see you,” Luke huffs.

“I’m very glad to see you all, but get out so I can get changed.”

When your brothers were completely out of sight, you stood, letting out a loud whine as you did. Hearing footsteps, you grab the towel, which is now soaking from being dropped in the water, to cover yourself. “Jace, what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer you. Jace’s eyes were glued to the ground as he grabbed a blanket from your bed and walked over to you. Without giving you a chance to protest, he wraps the blanket around you to keep you dignified before lifting you out of the bath. Despite how humiliating it was to need assistance from your brother, you felt so safe in his arms; they were so comforting. “You shouldn’t have dismissed your handmaiden. You would have been stuck in the bath until the water turned freezing cold.”

You roll your eyes. Jacaerys, being your only older brother, was often protective of you. “How did you know I dismissed her?”

“Lucky guess. I have sent Luke to ask her to come back.”

“I would have asked for help if I needed it, just not from my brother,” you pout.

When your feet touch the cold floor, you look up at Jace, who is trying to stop himself from smiling. “Forgive me, it is not funny... I've just missed your moodiness,” he teases. “I’m glad you decided to come back home.”

“I’m glad to be back.”

—

After having your hair braided and changing into a light purple gown, you immediately went to see Aemma.

“My precious girl,” you hum before kissing her on the cheek. Smiling, you walk through the hallways towards your mother's chambers. “You will love growing up here; I know I did.”

You look over your shoulder to see Jacaerys exiting his own room; his face lights up when he claps eyes on Aemma for the first time. He opens his door again, saying, “Come, I have something I want to show you.”

Curious, you follow, “What is it you’d like to show us?”

He leads you to the fireplace and points at the red and gold dragon egg sitting on top of it. Unlike your brothers, your egg never hatched in the cradle, and you spent many years heartbroken until you bonded with Viserion. Gently you run your fingers along its hardened scales, “I can’t believe you kept it.”

“You used to take it with you everywhere,” he smiles. “After you left for King's Landing, I snuck into the dragon pit and retrieved it. I know Luke chose eggs for you, but since you couldn’t bring them, I thought Aemma could have that one.”

Since there is no time frame on a dragon hatching, it was possible the dragon inside could bond with your daughter. “Thank you,” you kiss Jace on the cheek. “I will put it in the cradle with her tonight.”

He strokes the top of Aemma’s head, but hesitation fills up behind his eyes. “Did mother send for you?”

“She did, and I’m guessing it’s something important.”

“We should…” he trails off, watching as Aemma’s eyes slowly close.

“Do you want to hold her?”

Jace looks petrified as you place the newborn in his arms. After shifting positions a few times, he relaxes a little and says, “We should go before Mother sends a search party.”

—

Once you were seated around a small table, you noticed how worried your mother looked. Your attention was drawn from her when Daemon tossed a letter into the fireplace. He chuckles, “Lyarra, did you say, ‘next time you attempt to put your fucking hands on me, I’ll feed you to Viserion’ to Ser Criston?”

“Yes.”

Daemon laughs as your mother rubs her forehead and says, “This isn’t a joking matter. What did he do to you?”

“He tried to grab my shoulder to stop me from leaving and told me I’d need to ask for the queen's forgiveness when I returned.”

The laughter abruptly stops, with Daemon’s tone becoming a lot more serious than before. “One of the knights who is under my command witnessed you leaving and Aemond leaving mere moments later on Vhagar. They don’t believe he was advised to do it.”

Jace clenches his jaw, and holding Aemma seems to be the only thing keeping him calm.

You frowned; this meant Aemond had taken it upon himself to chase you through the sky. “Is that what the letter you burned said?”

“No, that was from that cunt Otto Hightower,” he hisses. “The queen requests your return so you can discuss the terms of your annulment.”

“Annulment?” When your mother said arrangements were being made, you never imagined the faith or the Queen would allow your marriage to Aegon to end. You push back the lump forming in your throat and ask, “When do I need to go?”

Your mother caresses the back of your hand and says, “Alicent has requested you meet with her tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow! Do I need to go?”

“I’m afraid so, sweet girl, but you won’t be alone. Daemon is going with you.”

Seeing the pained expression on your mother's face, there was no getting around this: you need to meet with Alicent one last time before she hopefully agrees to end your torment. Your mind goes to your poor dragon, whose straps and saddle you have yet to have removed or checked for any new damage since leaving in such a rush.

“Okay, I will make sure Viserion is ready to fly by morning.”

Daemon looks deep in thought as he clicks his tongue. “Given what happened, it would be much safer for Jacaerys to fly you on Vermax.”

Your mother lets out a deep sigh; she didn’t seem impressed by the idea but said nothing. You were sure the presence of Caraxes would allow you to fly safely on your own, but Daemon always has his own reasons for doing things; you just hoped Jacaerys wouldn’t mind.

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