#king aegon ii

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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[mejcinta]

Ate and left no crumbs!!!

[insomniakisses]

Reader comforting aegon cuz he's just so broken after the treatment he's been through 🤠

A Lovers Comfort

Character: Aegon Targaryen (HOTD)

Warnings/Notes: mentions of parental neglect/abuse, Viserys slander, mild Alicent slander (i love her tho), soft hubby Aegon, your Rhaenyra's daughter (you can chose adopted or not), war doesnt happen, aemond still looses his eye.

When you where first told you where to marry Aegon you were worried to say the least. Having heard many stories from your brothers and mother, not to mention the not so fond memories of him when you were all kids. But it had been years now, surely he had matured into a man? Perhaps he hadn't with the outrage you could see of your mother's face, your whole family's faces.

Yes, your mother had long ago proposed Jace marry Helaena, to solidify the bonds between the greens and blacks. But to her this? This was different. You were her baby, her only girl and she couldn't let them take you from her. Make you bare his children. No she had to stop this.

Which led to now, all of you on dragon back heading to kingslanding. Your mother and Daemon leading on Syrax and Caraxes, while you and your brothers followed. Being greeted by the king and queen upon landing you remained silent as you were all led inside.

There you watched as your mother and Daemon enter the council meetings room along with the king and Alicent, Your brothers being sent to the training grounds and Aemond accompanying his wife, Helaena back to their chambers with a soft nod to you. Leaving you alone with a half drunken Aegon.

"You don't want me." he laughs, deeply amused at the scrunch of you face when he slumps in the seat next to you. "You've never liked me, no one does"

Rolling your eyes you take the wine from his hand, pushing him back in his seat. "Your family likes you Aegon, your mother, surely" your voice is short, seemingly bored of his presence already. Not something he's unused to.

"No.. They don't like me" It comes out soft, and barely audible but you hear him. It makes you turn slightly, staring at him unsure of how to proceed. Your heart aches and you find yourself reaching for his hands, the action makes him look up unshed tears filling his eyes.

"Father does not care for me, us. he spent so long wanting sons and dreamers yet now he finds himself with two songs and a dreamer in my sister and he still views your mother as his only child." You wince at that, sure you had seen it growing up you weren't blind to the kings dismissal of his children or fondness of your mother. you had no idea just how little he cared.

"Your mother must love you though, i've seen her with Aemond she seems rather loving?" Your carful with your words not wanting to offend your prince its his laugh that startles you. "I am no son of hers, she made that clear after aemond lost his eye. He and Helaena are all that she cares for. I'm just her drunken, ungrateful son."

You understand him now, understand his anger, his drinking. He's hurt and lost and crying out for help when no ones bothered to listen. You feel yourself move towards him, unsure why, you pull him into a hug.

He nuzzles his head into your neck and releases a breath he didn't know he was holding, letting his eyes close and his body relax in your hold. "I'll marry you." his head shoots up at your words, confused as to why you would give your life to him. "But, reduce the drinking. You don't have to stop, just drink less okay?"

"Okay." He smiles then, a true genuine smile and you lean down to press a soft kiss to his nose laughing when he scrunches up his face in protest. "Good. I'll hold you to that."

Feeling him hum against you, you move to run your hands through his hair. "Ser Christen, please in form my mother and the rest of the council that the meeting need not proceed as Aegon and I are accepting the terms of our betrothal."

"Of course Princess."

Should this be a series?

[peterparkersnose]

King Aegon II.

[bottlesandbarricades]

Helaena, after the twins were born: Aegon, for the final time, we are not calling them Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Aegon, sighing: fine. What about Boy and Girl?

Helaena:...

Aegon: ok. Taoba and Riña.

Helaena: Look we both know that is the same

[aemondismyromanempire]

Team Green

-King Aegon II and the Prince Regent

[doctor-know]

The Dance of Dragons

The Greens and The Blacks

[marvelita85]

Insest, sex, mention of sex,

The only thought repulse you, marrying that rapist, your brothers tried to talk in your favor you knew even in their side Aemond was fighting against it but Aegon asked your hand as a truce between blacks and greens to asure his safty and his family to give you the queens tittle if your mother renounced to hers

- you cant ever start to concidered giving y/n to him.... Helaena died miserable being beside that...- Rhaenyra coulnt keep talking

- hear me out... y/n is a smart girl... she knows what to do... how to handle them... both brothers showed aftection for her... with the right move we will have a very strong player from the inside

- mother... Daemon is right... - you didnt call him father ever he was your real one, you were very much like him you werent naif you knew the part you had to play in that game

- you realised you will have to perform your wife duties with him... he wont spare you, he will break you...

- mother thats what they think, that Im breakable... I am a dragon I wont break, I promise you here and now they will bend to my will and I will make them pay for almost killing Luke with tears of blood

Rhaenyra huged you and you close your eyes knowing the next raven to kingslanding would seal your fate

-I wonder what did he conquer to wear the conqueror's crown

- probably the whole flee bottons street whores

- dont remind me I have to spend the rest of my nights with him...

- he probably will ignore you... - you look at your brother Jace and he try to give you a kind smile, there was no doubt in your mind you hated him, his face wasnt a please one when you didnt wear the dress the queen mother wanted you to wear for the ceremony, you wear your dark and red colors, not the green of your new husband

- I see you are not wearing the dress my mother have chosen for you

- your mother is not the queen anymore, I am and I'll wear whatever I want to wear not your mother's choice beside green was never my color

The hand was serious he knew the union was going to be a problem but there was no way of taking the idea out of Aegon's mind

Aegon wasnt bad looking he looked young and beautiful, but his actions were the reason to dislike him, you were hoping he drink so much he would pass out in the wedding night but you werent that lucky, your eyes found Aemond's one looking back at you devastingly knowing you wouldnt be his anymore ever there was a chance between you

Aegon was enjoying every moment, you remembered the bedding ceremony and you thought you could be sick in front of everyone, at the mare sujestion Aemond and Daemon rise from their sits looking back at Aegon with murderous eyes, you look back at your father rising from your own sit offering your hand to your husband, Aegon look back at you holding your hand and both of you alone left the party to his chambers

- I know you wish for me to be my brother.. - you frown looking at him, you sat back into the matress of his bed - I wish to show you I'm not the monster you think I am - Aegon said getting closer and you tried to calm yourself this was a night you had to survive

He wasnt agresive or rude to you, on the contrary you were surprise at the care Aegon plunged into that night, you tried to be calm and quiet, let him have what he seek with that marriage and what you thought would be the only night transform in almost all nights but Aemond lived there too and that was a passion you couldnt tell your heart to doze

Your plan was working to perfection, you had your husband satisfied with you, even you fill your ideas into his head that it was better for him to take another hand that his grandfather was old and he didnt find the same expectations as your grandfather did in the past

- who would you name as hand... - Aegon asked from bed one night, you smile touching the conqueror's daga resting in one of the tables closer to the bed, it would be so easy to plunged it into his bare chest and be done with it all but Aegon's death would result in your own and you didnt want that....

- maybe... Ser Criston.... - he was a green too but more volatile and hot tempered than Otto that would make it easier for Daemon to bring him out to battle if the oportunity arise

- my brother's knight?

- he protects you too... besides I believe you need change and Otto cant give you that anymore - Aegon smile grabbing your hand pushing from it and kissing your lips , your side of the family was safe because of your marriage but you wanted them to pay for what they have done

Aemond was your next target, when you knew your husband was in your hands you move to the prince, who always have wanted you and didnt mind sharing you with his brother

That lilac eye watching you everytime you cross path into the castle you smile to him caress his hand when you pass beside him without anyone noticing

He couldnt keep pretending nothing happend one day crossing path into the hallway going into his chambers you stop just in front of him there was no words exanged just both of you and even your plot of revenge against the greens was working you couldnt deny the atraction you had with the youngest of your uncles, one was your husband but if you could have chosen it would have been Aemond instead

- my queen....

- it sounds nice coming from you... are you going to start being loyal to me?

- I was always... I'm sorry for any harm I could have cause you with my actions...

- you almost kill Luke - you dare to step closer to him your chest almost touching his, Aemond grab your arms but didnt let you go

- I didnt I never wanted it

- you are getting married soon...

- you should have been my wife...- you smile closing your face to his

- you didnt have balls to make me your wife - you were so close he only had to low his head a little and his lips would touch yours

You didnt realise but his door was just in front of you, his arms hold you against his body as he crushed his lips into yours, your body responded inmediatly and he walked inside his chambers with you in his arms, Aemond worked his fingers into the laces of your dress as well as your hands into the claps of his leader tunic

In his bed you consumated what should have been your greatest love, Aemond was atentive, caring and exelent lover far better than Aegon and you discover that instead of his brother Aemond seeked your pleaure instead of his own

When he sat in his bed taking you with him kissing your lips again, his hair was half undone, his eyepatch rest in his place but you moved your hand removing it, Aemond wanted to hide from your eyes but you undone his hair falling around his bare shoulders and his left zafire eye shined to the light of the candles around the bed

- dont hide from me Aemond... you look beautiful

- you are the most beautiful here my queen

- you should have been my king... not Aegon... you - he kissed you again but the doubt was planted into his mind and even your plan was still in montion to get ride of the greens once and for all, your heart betrayed you falling for one of them

[houseofpendragons]

I'm sorry but I just saw something that said, " I wonder if sunfyre can feel Aegon's hangovers. Poor dragon.", and I'm fucking dying over here omfggggg😭😭😭🤣

[dedicatednotobsessed]

Long haired King Aegon is my Roman Empire. 💚

[moonshine999]

Spilled Wine.

A/N : a little return gift for the beloved @zae5 . Had been meaning to post this for a while and you presented the perfect opportunity. Thank you once again, love

The goblet spilled its curses onto the throne. And it kept spilling till the crown of the conqueror sat red. Red as it's adorned ruby.

It fell in waves, thunder, and the greatest forests. It fell in the roars of dragons and the battle cry of soldiers. It fell till the throne collapsed.

The realisation came as soon as the goblet exposed its very last drop. It wasn't wine that stained the now fallen swords. It was blood.

"Hel..? How do you feel?"

He sat kneeling next to their bed. Face scrunched in confusion. Or perhaps it was worry. The crown sat above his brow. Not shining as he did in the wavering sunlight. Instead sucking the light in, leaving it in its pools of darkness with blood shining on its surface.

Her head felt heavy. A new vision. Equally, if not more, frightening than the others.

She shifted to sit herself up against the pillows.

"I am probably fine, it's okay." she croaked softly.

"Love, we have been married for near a decade. I may be idiotic but you just happen to be a subject I excel in. Don't lie." he teased, growing closer to her face.

She couldn't help but let out a chuckle. He wasn't wrong. A lifetime spent and three kids has to get you somewhere with each other.

"What happened?" He asked, a more serious tone, a softer whisper.

"Just another..vision."

"Oh."

She knew he still didn't believe in her dreams. It was hard for him to figure what exactly they were or how they happened. Hells, its was still hard for her to figure them out. But he understood she needed help. In some way. He had to.

"Shouldn't you be with the council right now?"

"I have changed the time to the morrow. I want you to have me right now."

He understood.

She giggled and edged closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

"Oh don't do this. I am new to this, I can't manage my 'kingly' demands as well as my queenly wife, I'm afraid."

"And what if the Queen would want to demand something..?" she questioned, lifting her head to meet his eyes

"Oh?" He raised a brow. "And what might my Queen demand, exactly?"

She let out a low chuckle.

"Your Queen demands.." she tilted her head and upturned her nose "that her King spent the entirety of this day with her and their children."

He smiled. "I'm afraid that would require me to cancel yet another council and the meeting with mother. Ma will be furious and scream till the entirety of the Red Keep has heard my misfortune."

A pause.

"But it would barely be anything new for me or her. I suppose I can hear it once again to please you."

She shook her head. "The things you do."

That made him grin. "The things I do."

"I promise that I'll ease mother's tension when she comes to know of it."

"Oh I'm sure you will. Just make sure your plan won't require me having to nearly get thrown across the room before you step in, like last time."

She giggled and kissed him. Their only source of contact being their lips. Their only source of hope.

Her only source of hope was within that kiss.

The future was to take the present away at any moment and leave behind the massacred past. But the goblet still fell. And perhaps, in the present, it was best to pretend it was merely wine.

[mejcinta]

Aegon has moved to Viserys' kingly quarters as is custom. He got rid of the Lego set, I think. 🤭🤭

[aegoniiapologist]

The Beginning or the End...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC (Visaera Targaryen) Summary: Visaera is the youngest of the Hightower-Targaryen siblings. She is more of a Targaryen than any of them. Seeing that she believes that neither of the claimed heirs deserve the title of sovereign, she decides that she will find a way to make it hers. In her quest to become Queen she shall find trials and tribulations.. and even a lover.

Warnings: NSFW (eventually), violence, gore, blood, and death.

A/N: Chapter two will be uploaded into two parts since Tumblr will not allow me to upload it into one, so just be prepared.

Chapter 2: The Wars to Come Part 1

As the Keep grew dark with the night, Visaera was preparing herself for the family feast that was called upon last minute by her mother, the Queen. Festivities were to begin once Rhaenyra agreed to terms or once the war was over, neither of Visaera’s concern. She had no desire to see either of her siblings sit upon the Iron Throne. Neither were deemed fit in her eyes. Her sister off procreating bastards, bringing shame upon the Targaryen name, and then running off to Dragonstone to only conspire with their uncle to murder her husband… although no one dare speak a word of it, Visaera was certain that’s what transpired. It was not a coincidence the pair married right afterwards. And then her imbecile brother, Gods be good, he himself knew he was not fit for the throne. Often finding himself in the brothels or in the depts of the streets watching bastards and abandoned children fight for food, perhaps even drowning in his cups. He was despicable. How her mother nor father, while he was alive, could never see it was unknowing to her. Since they were to only dine with family for the evening, Visaera allowed Naelys to dress her. In good fashion, Naelys wanted the Princess to stand out, even against her common name, the Light of the Realm, she wanted the girl to shine brighter than anyone else. The hand maiden decided on the mint green long-sleeved dress that flowed oh so effortlessly down her womanly curves and cascaded perfectly against the floors. The thin golden belts sat in the middle of her gown, hugging right underneath her breasts. Her hair laid down her back, the loose waves dressing the middle of her back. “It is time, my princess…” The woman spoke as she took a step back to admire the royal girl she waited on. The princess nodded and opened her chamber doors to see the face of her familiar guard, Ser Woodry. “Good evening, Ser.” The knight nodded and replied niceties. The pair met two more Kingsguard at the doors to the royals’ personal dining room. “The Princess Visaera, your Grace.” The older, gray-haired knight announced to the King, her brother, a formality Visaera would need to get used to. The room was filled alreadyl it was almost normal for her to be the final one in any room that her siblings occupied. As the Princess took a seat, Aegon had let a wicked smirk fall upon his plush, pink lips, “Ah yes, my sweet sister, Princess Visaera!” He clamored, “Mother should I do the honors? Or you?” It was if he was begging to let the news come from him. “Actually, Your Grace, I would like to make the announcement, if you will allow it?” Otto said, his wrinkled hands clasped together in front of his plate. Aegon bowed his head and motioned his hand to tell his grandfather to proceed, the smirk still wearing on his face. “As you do know, granddaughter, you’ve had many great Lords within the Seven Kingdoms ask for a marriage pact with you. The council, as well as The King has decided to betroth you to Aemond. He will take you to wife and the two of you shall strengthen the bloodline.” His words seemed to echo in Visaera’s ears, her world seeming to be yanked from her yet again. First her father is dead, and now she shall marry the brother that goes out of his way to torment her. Nothing else mattered; not the food, not the company, not even the icy stare her betrothed now gave her.

            As the feast concluded, Visaera made leave back to her apartments. As her steps grew nearer and nearer to the large, dark wooden doors that encased her quarters the dragon’s blood that ran through her veins seemed to boil. To marry Aemond means to marry a menace; a bully… someone who would enslave her as his wife. Her hands gripped her bedframe, her knuckles whitening at the vise grip she held. If she were any stronger, one would say the wooden would crack and fray. It was the hour of the bat when Visaera contemplated leaving the Keep… maybe if she were beyond the walls of the sacred castle, she would drown within the crowds of common folk and be forgotten. Obviously not, she thought… especially not with the Targaryen silver hair and the eyes that possessed the color of the skies and clouds.

            The Princess began to skim her clothing, looking for the dark cloak that she had found in one of her sisters, Rhaenyra’s old rooms. To no avail did she find the cloak… a sign escaping her precious lips as she hung her head. She begged silently to the Gods to allow the item to appear, and Gods knew she did indeed search her chamber for the cloak. Visaera seemed to lose time trying to find the damned thing, eventually just giving up. But, she would not be retiring to her bed for the remainder of the night. The girl made way to those same doors that entrapped her, opening them ever so slightly to not make a sound before slipping out into the halls. It was the dead of night, the Keep was sound asleep, not even the Kingsguard were roaming the hallway. Especially since Visaera dismissed her own upon her arrival back to her rooms. Her footsteps could barely be heard as she rushed through the castle grounds. The girl found herself in the garden, sitting at the seat that seemed closest to the moon. Her thoughts seemed to lose her. How would she proceed in life now that pieces of her were to be whittled away piece by piece by her evil one-eyed brother? Her thoughts flooded her to the point of tears, not that she noticed or even much cared since there were no one in sight to wonder… yet she did feel as if she were being watched, but certainly not at this time, not this late.

            The hour of ghosts was soon upon Visaera, the present feeling of being watched growing as she sat, silently praying to the Seven. Hands fell on her shoulders, forcing the Princess to jump, her eyes widened at the sudden presence. “Come to watch the moon, whore?” The words only worsened the girl’s condition, her eyes closing to try to prevent any more tear shed. “What would mother think of her daughter roaming the Keep at this time of night? Mm, sneaking out to seek a suitor like our older sister possibly?” Aemond was incredibly close to Visaera, his breath hot on her ear. “Dear brother, I just needed a moment to seek out the guidance of the Gods..” She did not even convince herself as the whisper left her. The grip on her shoulders tightened and Visaera coiled forward before standing, now facing her menacing brother. Aemond circled her now, “You will be such a good little wife once you’ve been broken in.” Her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched, the words making her want to cut him down with whatever weapon she could get her hands on. “Is that what you think, you one-eyed bastard?” She spat through gritted teeth. “Now sister, I would hate to have to show you now to be respectful to your future husband.” He was toying with her again, trying to get a rise from her to see if she would over step. And over step she did. Visaera was swift at grabbing the dagger Aemond possessed at the front of his belt, the same dagger her held to her throat was now about to be pressed to his. Aemond knowing her all to well, grabbed her wrist and squeezed. He squeezed so hard that Visaera winced and dropped the dagger, her body dropping with it as Aemond towered over her. The hold on her only seemed to tighten, the older brother’s face twisting in the amusement of his own sister’s torment. Surely her skin would bruise, if her hand did not fall off from the pressure he administered. Visaera choked on her sobs, her head hung low in defeat as she cried. “Mind aōla mandia, iksā ñuhon sir.  Kesan smother aōha perzy” Mind yourself sister, you are mine now. I will smother your fire. With that, he let her go. “Get up. I will escort you back to your chambers.” He was not kind or smooth, but rigid and cold. Yanking his betrothed up by her arm like as if she were a prisoner. Aemond had brought Visaera to her quarters like he told her he would, but not without shoving her inside and warning her not to leave again until asked for.

Once morning came a few short hours later, Naelys was in her chambers to awaken the princess. Just as she did most mornings, the older woman brushed Visaera’s hair from her face and patted her arm gently, “Good morrow Princess…” Her voice smooth as butter as Visaera’s eyes opened. She groaned and the throbbing headache she was instantly shot with. This is what I get for crying so much. “Heavens, Naelys, get the maesters… I feel like I have steel through my head.” She poor girl moaned. Naelys frowned at the girl’s discomfort and took leave to do as she was told. Per the request of the Princess, the maesters made her a tea for her troubles.

            Aemond’s warning played repeatedly in Visaera’s head… so desperately did she wish to roam the castle, something she never wanted to do before. She was confined to her chambers so it seemed. But defiant as ever was she. Despite the dark purple and blue hues that scattered her wrist being a reminder of Aemond’s wrath, Visaera left her chambers to find some peace. Only to be met with Ser Woodry, “Good morrow, Princess.” His friendly smile greeting her. The girl grinned, “Good morrow, Ser Goodry. Hope all is well…” She spoke kindly; Ser Woodry had been apart of the Kingsguard for what seemed like ages, his cool gray hair showing just that. “I’ll not be needing any company today, Ser. Hopefully this shall give you leave to find a pleasure that suites you.” She nodded. “Ah yes, my Princess. To you as well.” Ser Woodry had always given Visaera her liberties without a single word to another. He respected the crown just as much as he loved his time away from his duties.

Grazing the halls freely, Visaera found herself in the nest of the Red Keep that is the library. She loved the way it smelled of pine and fresh parchment. The Princess held herself high in regards to her knowledge of histories. One of her favorites just so happened to be the recollection of Aegon’s conquest and how he had two queens by his side. The envy that Visaera held was deep rooted in that she wished to rule the Seven Kingdoms and even then, conquer the lands beyond. She found herself sitting down, reading the words of the Conquest as if they would disappear. She was so focused that she did not see Aemond sit beside her. It wasn’t until he cleared his throat that she looked up. Visaera’s eyes seemed to almost pop from her skull, the tiny amount of pigment to her skin seeming to leave. The overwhelming feeling that she was going to suffer painted her conscious. “Worry not. No harm will come to you as of now.” Aemond spoke softly, his hand reaching to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Visaera’s head turned slightly to shy away from him. “As I can recall, I instructed you to stay put, pet. Can you be so insolent?” His tone grew sharp. “I extend my deepest apologies, brother. It was not my intention to disrespect my soon to be husband.” She meant the words to come as light as a feather, but that feather had seemed to have burned to a crisp with the fire that left her. A dark chuckle filled her ears, calloused hands finding the sides of her face. “You are lucky that we must be amongst hundreds for this wedding and that you must speak at it, or I would have your tongue.” He was but centimeters from hers now as he released her face.

            Appearances were to be kept up, even with the chaos that was the Greens vs. Blacks. They were few and far between with the coming weeks, yet any time needed, Visaera and Aemond were coupled. The week before they were to be wed, Aemond had Visaera’s belongings moved to his tower so that she would be close. Mostly, the council and the men of House Targaryen were busy planning war, awaiting Rhaenyra’s reply to terms. Of course, Alicent was trying to prevent bloodshed, and that would probably be the wisest for the sake of her children. Afterall, Rhaenyra did have Daemon, and their children from both marriages waged dragons.

      It was a brutally cool, windy night within King’s Landing when Visaera was called from her newly acquainted chambers by an appearance from her mother. “News has just arrived that Aemond has returned from Storm’s End with Vhagar.” Something was not quite right, Alicent’s voice seemed to tremble, her lips in a thin line. “Is everything alright?” She called to her mother, standing from the bed. “You need to get dress and meet in the small council immediately.” Alicent told her daughter before leaving. The uneasy tone in her mother’s voice worried her too. It did not take long for Visaera to dress, rushing to see what in the Seven Hells was going on. The dress the Princess adorned, covered everything besides her fingers. The new dresses Visaera wore were one of the same; high neck and long-sleeved. Her porcelain skin had been painted with several splashes of red, violets, blues… some green and yellow in tone. They were created by the harsh hands of Aemond who proved to be so cruel.

            Making way to the small council, the yelling could be heard almost hallways away. All silenced when Visaera was announced. Aemond was drenched in both sweat and rain water, his eye looking on with both fury and a tiny hint of guilt. As she was taught to do, Visaera stood beside him, her brows raised in curiosity. “Good of you to show you face, my sweetling,” He hissed through gritted teeth, his head swinging to look at her. “I apologize for my lateness, You Grace.” Ignoring the bouts of her betrothed would be met with consequence, but Visaera prevailed. It was no secret how vile Aemond was towards his wife-to-be, yet no one batted an eye, not even their mother who hushed apologies to her daughter when he was not around. Aegon nodded at his sister and the conversation resumed. “Well brother, now that you’ve slayed our child nephew, I’m sure our dear sister will not stand down from her claim.” So this is what this commotion is about. Aegon shot digs at his younger brother, leaving the two to argue, until Otto silenced them both. Oh, the hold he has got on the two of those morons.  Visaera dared not to laugh the way she wanted to. Instead, she did something out of the ordinary… her hand found Aemond’s arm in means of support, the soreness radiating from her shoulder from where he slung her to the ground after a dispute over views. Which was the typical argument… that or her being insubordinate as his betrothed. The slight gesture did not go unnoticed by most of the eyes in the room, but the talks never stopped. Aemond seemed to tense at her touch, quickly relaxing.

      Aemond told the tale of how he killed Lucerys Velaryon, how his much smaller, more immature dragon led chase with Vhagar, hurling spouts of fire at the war dragon. Aemond rendered that he had no choice in becoming a kinslayer. Something that most would say shame your House and impose ill will by the Gods upon it. Visaera had heard enough, her silence on the outside, screamed at her on the inside. A boy… a child did not deserve to die, let alone be eat by his uncle’s dragon. There would be no funeral arrangements for her nephew, no body to return to his mother. For that, her heart ached. Her duty to her House and soon to be husband would top that of any sort of feelings of sadness for her sister. The meeting dragged on about what would come next and the war that the Greens would have to win in order to instill prosperity and peace among the Realm. Naught was asked of Visaera, so it was a wonder why she was even called to this council. Nonetheless, the dutiful princess stood tall beside the one-eyed prince.

        As the council was called to a close, Aemond and Visaera took leave together, gracing the halls with their footsteps. Once in close quarters to their destination, Aemond took ahold of Visaera’s hip, pushing her up against the stone wall, his cold eyes on hers. Fear ensued, her eyes searching all over Aemond’s face for a sign of what had gotten into him, “I’m unsure of what stunt you think you call pull over the eyes of our council, but fool me you will not!” She was taken back by his words, her loss of her own only fueling he flames. “You will not disrespect me!” It was only then she felt his hand leave her hip and meet her cheek, the fire cackling under her reddening flesh. On instinct, she cradled her cheek. Aemond stood and straightened out his clothes, exhaling a sigh. He took her hand and put it back on his arm and the pair continued their walk to their chambers. Aemond was a man who put duty above all else, so he dared to not share a bed or a room with Visaera, much to her grace. Aemond gave leave to his wife to be and he retired to his own chambers.

[chasingthedragons]

The Green Council

THE KING & THE ROYAL FAMILY

ALLIES

HOUSE HIGHTOWER of Oldtown

HOUSE LANNISTER of Casterly Rock

HOUSE STRONG of Harrenhal

HOUSE WYLDE of the Rain House

KINGSGUARD [Ser Criston Cole, Ser Arryk Cargyll & Ser Willis Fell *possibly*]

GRAND MAESTER ORWYLE

DRAGONS

SUNFYRE DREAMFYRE VHAGAR TESSARION

WAR TABLE

from north to south | To the north of KING'S LANDING is a strategic point and the largest fortress of the SEVEN KINGDOMS, HARRENHAL, ruled by the HOUSE STRONG. | To the west until reaching the SUNSET SEA and south of THE IRON ISLANDS lies the second most important port in WESTEROS, LANNISPORT, and a little further north is CASTERLY ROCK, the seat of HOUSE LANNISTER. | A little further south but to the east in the BLACKWATER BAY is the capital, home of the King and place of the Iron Throne, KING'S LANDING, current residence and base of operations of THE GREENS. | To the southeast in SHIPBREAKER BAY, just south of the island of TARTH is the RAIN HOUSE of HOUSE WYLDE. | to the southwest in the SUNSET SEA and separated from DORNE by a mountain range is OLDTOWN, site of the CITADEL and HOUSE HIGHTOWER.

STRATEGY

THE GREENS have an important military and economic strength, being HOUSE HIGHTOWER and HOUSE LANNISTER two of the richest houses in WESTEROS [after HOUSE VELARYON], regarding the allied territories, the Guardian of the West is usually a Lannister, while in the REACH, although it is HOUSE TYRELL who rule that territory, in reality the HIGHTOWER have much more influence.

On the other hand, we have the particular support of HOUSE STRONG, which is not only a strategic point, but Lord Larys Strong has a range of resources that he puts at the service of King Aegon II.

At this moment THE GREENS are in control of the capital, KING'S LANDING, but also the Small Council has already organized the dismissal of several members of the City Watch known for their loyalty to Prince Daemon Targaryen, also, Ser Tyland Lannister prepared the transfer of the royal treasure, which was divided into three parts, outside the capital.

Initially the Hand of the King, Ser Otto had ordered the murder of Princess Rhaenyra and her entire family, which the Queen forbade, opting to offer terms of surrender to the Princess to avoid civil war, sending Ser Otto personally to DRAGONSTONE.

[liviatrivia]

i’ll probably never finish this but team green sibs!!

[bottlesandbarricades]

Helaena:...They killed Jaehaerys

Aegon to Aemond under his breath: Is that the boy, the girl or the other one?