#maegor targaryen imagine

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Imagine

YouTube just recommended this video, and for once I watched and especially listen to the music (see that there was Antonio Banderas helped)

And oh my gods, it’s so much a song for Maegor (also for a dark/Yandere Daemon who take the throne) for a fanfictions where the characters sing.

Journey To Bethlehem - Good To Be King (Antonio Banderas, Joel Smallbone...

(I have not see the movie and all, just lisen the music)

It's so much a song for Maegor,

The :

"Don't have to be good

To be the king"

...

"Mine is the kingdom

Mine is the power

Mine is the glory"

...

"It's delicious

To watch a man begging for his death"

...

That so much Maegor, I can't stop imagine him.

And his S/o and his wifes who look at him like "what?"

Or the S/o sining with him?

Ahhh...

@avalyaaa, what do you think ? A dark Daemon king and all ?

If that's inspire someone tell me, I would love to read it,

Or I write it ? Or the two ?

It's free so if you do write take inspiration please tag me, I would love to read it ❤️🐉

[targaryen-dynasty]

LITTLE LIGHTS.

Prev. Part | Final Part

Maegor Targaryen x pregnant!niece!Reader

WORDS: 2 K

WARNINGS: childbirth, swearing, blink and you’ll miss Maegor being his cunty self again

NOTES: Here is the highly requested Part 2 of Precious Delights! Tbh, I haven't put much thought into the exact details, so most of it probably doesn't make any sene, but Reader is Rhaena's twin. Tyanna died before the wedding.

Tyanna of the Tower had been long dead before Maegor had claimed your hand in marriage and that alone seemed to be as fruitful as it was, since your pregnancy had lasted full ten moons.

You were exhausted beyond belief, pacing your chambers up and down with screams of despair and heavy groans leaving your throat at any contraction that rippled through your body. The maids had been calling for Maegor five times by now, but your husband was nowhere to be found. 

“He is meeting with the small council, I fucking know!“ You groaned as the guard stepped into your chambers to inform you about his unsuccessful mission, your ladies-in-waiting taken aback by your sudden outburst for you had been notorious for nothing else but being soft-spoken and calm. 

The maids, and Grand Maester Benifer, more often than not had advised you to lie down on your bed for reasons of comfort and safety, yet your body told you not to. 

“Where is he really?” you hissed through gritted teeth when a particularly harsh contraction forced you to your knees, clinging to the bedpost as if your life depended on it. Clad in nothing more than a thin, white underdress, you still felt confined, the linen scratching your skin as you ached to tear it off your body. 

Talisa rushed to your side, her gentle hand on the small of your back not mending your discomfort and the confusion and fear you felt at the thought of mastering the birth all by yourself. “We must begin, Princess,” she urged, and despite not being able to think straight at that point, you still heard the tinge of worry in her voice.

You threw your head back, groaning in agony as another contraction followed that forced you to push. Your arms clasped around the bedpost, your sweaty forehead resting against the wood, while you became busy focusing on pushing. 

Too lost in the burning sensation of the babe’s head beginning to crown, you barely noticed the door to the chambers opening, revealing none other than your husband himself. 

Your maid lifted the skirt of your underdress to gauge the process of the birth, paying much less attention to Maegor than you did, as your safety and well-being seemed to be her top priority. Or perhaps it was the well-being of the heir that concerned her most. 

“Where have y–” The words caught in your throat at a harsh contraction and the heightened pain. Your knuckles turned white from how tightly you clung to the bedpost, your maid’s words not making it easier for you. “I can see the head, Princess, just a few more pushes.”

If it wasn’t for your mind dealing with all the different sensations coursing through your body at once, you surely would’ve noticed the way Maegor stood completely frozen in the doorway at your maid’s words. 

“Please… make it stop,” you pleaded with a strained voice, clenching your jaw as you pushed once again. Then, the pain settled for a few moments, allowing you to steady your breath and calm down for the time being. 

A sheen of sweat covered your skin, silver strands of your hair clinging to your face, and the white linen of your underdress was slightly dampened at your back and arms. You raised your head to lock eyes with Maegor, and the sheer audacity of him just standing there useless made your blood boil and soured your mood. “This is… this is all your fault,” you hissed through gritted teeth, though the words were interrupted by groans, “gods… you cunt!”

Perhaps the maester had informed him beforehand about what was going on in a woman’s body during her labors, or perhaps he was cunning enough to put one and one together, but he hardly took any offense to your harsh words. Quite the contrary happened, as the insult seemed to pull him out of his shocked state, prompting him to pass the maids and maester, dismissing all their efforts to talk and inform him about the process of the birth to crouch down beside you. 

Talisa was flabbergasted by Maegor’s movements, her mouth agape with no words leaving her lips for a few seconds, before another scream of you brought her back to the task at hand. “Bear down and push, Princess,” she instructed, and you did as she told. 

Maegor’s paw replaced the maid’s hand on your lower back, his other one raising to cup your folded hands, and you were quick to seize it to squeeze it instead, causing him to take in a sharp breath. “Just a few more,” he encouraged, and you merely groaned in despair. He could be lucky you were occupied by birthing him his long awaited heir, fulfilling your wifely duties, because otherwise you probably would’ve smacked him across his face. 

When the pain got worse all of the sudden, you released a scream that was louder than the ones before, and pushed not once, but twice, until a sudden wave of relief washed over you and you heard the cries of the babe. It lived. 

Your husband’s attention immediately shifted from you to the newborn, and when the maester cut the cord, Maegor forced him and the maid to usher the babe out of your reach. “What is it?” you asked, your voice weak from the exhausting procedure you had to endure. 

But every sense of calmness and comfort washed away when another contraction soared through your body, and a scream of yours seized the attention of Talisa. “It’s the afterbirth,” she tried to reassure you, but her loud gasp proved otherwise, more so as she rose to fetch the maester. 

The urge to bear down once again was too strong to ignore it, pushing yet again. “Gods,” you whimpered, tears running down your flushed and sweaty cheeks, “it hurts.”

Maegor towered over the maester, while he lifted the skirts of your underdress, to spot yet another head breach your body. “Another child,” he proclaimed, whereas you only groaned an ‘I can not do this again’ in your state of shock and pain. 

But you could, and not many moments after, the second babe’s cries pierced through your agonizing groans and pants, only to be seized by your husband and the maester again. This time around, the maids tended to you, gripping your arms to help your weakened frame onto the large bed. 

When the screams of both children grew silent, a certain uneasiness washed over your body, and you would’ve loved nothing more than to get up and grab both children to leave the goddamned Keep altogether. “Bring them to me,” you demanded, but when no one seemed to move to your orders, you merely managed to whine a desperate ‘please’. 

Maegor was the first one to act, slowly creeping closer towards you. He held a bundle of linen in his arms, looking ridiculously small in comparison to his muscular chest and arms, and presented one babe to you. “A boy,“ he said, and you already smiled when you spotted the silver tuft of hair peeking from beneath the cloth. He bowed toward you to show you the small, scrunched face, and you reached forward to take him in your arms, but Maegor just tsked and pulled him back, “you’re too weak, my love, get some rest first.“

“My apologies, Your Grace,” Grand Maester Benifer came forward, looking at the King, “but at the Citadel they say that it’s best for the mother and the child to let it nurse right after birth.” 

With a grim expression on his face, Maegor’s eyes darted to you for a moment. “That is what wet nurses are for.” At this point, your bottom lip trembled, realization settling in that you had been nothing more than a pawn to your uncle. 

Grand Maester Benifer brought a hand to Maegor’s shoulder and ushered him a few steps away from you, their deep voices suddenly turning into whispers you could barely hear. “She has given you two healthy heirs, my King. You ought not risk her life, for she can give you even more.”

Maegor merely nodded at that, and when he turned around, the soft look in his eyes was unsettling you. He handed you the boy without any fuss, but didn’t leave your side as you pulled down the neckline of your underdress to free your breast and allow your child to latch. While his eyes were pale blue, you couldn’t wait for the day they’d be as lilac as yours, staring up at you with the same intensity they carried now. You smoothed his tuft of silver hair, the soft smacking and cooing while he swallowed your milk calming your worries and fear a bit. 

In less than an hour after birthing twins, you had taken on a motherly aura that no doubt even softened the cold heart of your uncle-husband for he gently brushed the knuckle of his index finger over the small boy’s cheek. “I have named him Aerion,” Maegor stated matter-of-factly, and you just nodded, admiring the memorial of your great-grandsire. 

“And the girl?” you asked, not able to tear your eyes from the delicate creature in your arms. “That is up to you,” your husband replied, and with a come hither motion of his fingers, the maid brought over another bundle of linen. That piqued your interest, and Maegor seemed to notice, since he pulled the cloth down enough for you to spot her scrunched face. She was just as beautiful as her brother. Despite her being barely an hour old, you spotted a few similarities to your grandaunt in her features, and hoped she would grow up to be as fierce as her. “Visenya.”

Maegor raised his brow at that, obviously not expecting you to name your daughter after his mother, but he welcomed the sentiment by pulling his lips into a soft smile that perhaps even sparked a hint of admiration and affection to flicker in his violet eyes. 

Once the boy was done nursing, his place was taken by his sister, though you placed her so she latched on your other breast. The relief it brought you was unmatchable, and the peaceful, nurturing feeling the nursing granted made your heart swell with love. 

“My sister has placed dragon eggs in the cradles of my younger siblings, and I want the same for our children,” you said, your fingers mindlessly dancing along the crown of the newborn’s head. “A clutch of eggs laid by Dreamfyre is still kept here in the Keep.”

You lifted your head to gauge where Maegor had taken Aerion, slightly panicked that you had seen the last of the boy, only to spot him sitting on a chaise not too far away with the sleeping boy cradled in his muscular arms. His head was bowed forward, and his whole attention was focused on his son. It was a moment of unusual softness, and you didn’t know he possessed a trait like that–or rather that he kept it up even after the children were born. 

When he raised his head to meet your expectant gaze, he was quick to address the maids with a stern tone he had rarely used in your presence for the past few moons. “You have heard your Queen’s demands. Bring her the eggs, so she can choose the ones most suitable for your King’s heirs.” 

You hadn’t noticed the silence surrounding you four before, maids and maester alike silenced in awe, and only appreciated it once it was gone with the hurried rustling and stomping from the staff exiting the room. 

And when night overcame King’s Landing, two cradles carrying the most precious creatures standing in front of your marital bed, your uncle-husband joined you for the first time since the start of your pregnancy, sharing the bed with you without any bawdy intentions on his mind. 

Ever since you were forced to leave your mother on Dragonstone to take Maegor’s hand in marriage, you felt at ease in the confines of the Red Keep, despite not knowing what the forthcoming summers might hold for you. 

Maegor Taglist: @hypocritic-trash-baby

General Taglist: @watercolorskyy @nothingqueens @urmomsgirlfriend1

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Could you please write Maegor getting upset when his wife, who was forced to marry him, refuses to hand over their new son, after his birth.

A/N: I hope you like this!

pairing: Dark!Maegor Targaryen x Reader

summary: Maegor getting upset when his wife, who was forced to marry him, refuses to hand over their new son, after his birth.

Word count: 1,1K

Warnings: Angst, forced marriage, childbirth

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"You're not the first or last woman he will marry" Tyanna of the tower hissed in your ear the night of your wedding. You were only ten and five namedays old when your father married you to Maegor in hopes of an alliance and to get on the good graces of the cruel king.

"Why is he doing this?" You had sobbed as she herself braided your hair for the bedding. Your mother had explained what it entailed but Tyanna had made Maegor sound like a monster in the bed, that you will probably perish in between his arms as he fucked you.

"He needs a son, an heir" Tyanna answered. She secured the last braid and moved away from you. The sorceress provided a vail from her waist band and held it out to you. "For fertility" She had promised so you would not have to bed Maegor for long. You gulped it down without a second thought wanting to get rid of him.

That night Maegor and you performed your duties, he was gentler than Tyanna explained but with no mercy unlike what your mother had explained. You were in pain after and could barely move but the more he came to you the easier it became.

When you fell pregnant Maegor rejoiced and threw feasts and tourneys claiming his heir was coming. Tyanna's true face came out then, she had doubled her visits unlike Maegor's other wives, Ceryse and Alys of Harroway. The two women sympathised with you because with your pregnancy came Maegor's attention as well.

It was Alys who had stopped you from drinking a tea Tyanna brought you, it was a tea to help you with the birth, to make it easier and faster but Alys was suspicious already and called in a maester and alerted Maegor of the incident. Alys was right, the tea was meant to turn your child into a monster, sorcery, Maegor killed Tyanna in front of your eyes. Terrible mistake of his now you feared him more than ever, he was ready to kill anyone and everyone.

He had presented her heart to you muttering that it was for the sake of your son. The sight of her heart in his hands sent you into labour, you were terrified. Alys had stayed with you during the labour, trying to calm you down, trying to remind you that you were bringing a new life into the world.

Ceryse however stayed outside of the chamber with Maegor, she saw herself above being by your side during your labour, she was of higher statues, she was the niece of the high septon after all. Other than that she was of much older age than you two combined probably, she you had never truly asked for her age.

"Good job, your grace" The maester praised from between your legs. You panted leaning back against the pillows. Alys dabbed a soaking rag against your overheated skin.

"Again, your grace, you're almost done" The maester encouraged. You took a deep breath and pushed when the next contraction began. A scream came out involuntarily, it was just very painful. The pressure slipped out of you after almost seven hours of labour.

"A son!" The maester rejoiced pulling the bloodied child out. He squealed out, crying for warmth. The maester placed the crying child over your stomach so he can cut the cord connecting you to your child and deliver the after birth.

Maegor was unable to wait anymore but what broke him was the sound of a child crying from inside. Ceryse's face dropped at the sound, she had failed her duty, another woman had presented him with a son, a living heir. Maegor brushed passed her to walk into the room.

Midwives were running around the room with bloody rags and pots filled with bloodied water. You were laying on the bed with a pile of pillows keeping you upright, your hair was wet from sweat and face red, your breathing was ragged but your eyes were focused on the baby crying in your arms. Even Alys was crying beside you, relieved that maybe the birth of this baby would lessen the weight on her shoulders.

"Oh my baby" You whispered, unaware that Maegor had stepped into the room. The white haired baby tried looking up at you but was unable to raise his head. You moved him to lay in your arms at an angel that let you look at each other.

"Shhh baby, mommy's here" You swayed him slightly in your arms. He calmed down, opening his eyes finally to show the most beautiful shade of purple eyes ever.

"A son your grace, congratulations" The maester was the first to notice Maegor. He stood up straight with the after birth still in his hands. Your gaze moved to look at him stood by the door, eyes stuck on the child in your arms. You pulled your son closer to your chest.

"My son" It was like he was in a trance. He stepped closer the bed slowly. Alys moved off the bed and to the side to help some of the maids choose a dress to put you in after they bathe you.

"Give me my son" Maegor opened his arms, a grin decorated his face. You feared him now more than when he would glare at you.

"No" You squeaked, shaking your head from side to side. The room fell deathly quiet at your words. Alys closed her eyes fearing for your safety.

"Give me my son" Maegor ordered, eyes glaring down at you, his smile slipping slowly off his face. Alys scrambled to the other side of the bed and took a seat beside you. She reached to touch your arm but you flinched away from her touch.

"No, don't take him away from me" You cried, holding him tighter, closer to you. The maester could notice the anger in Maegor's eyes growing closer and closer to craziness at being refused to hold his first child.

"Your grace, if I may" The maester handed the after birth to one of the midwives and moved to stand by Maegor's other side. Maegor side eyed him giving him permission to speak before turning to glare at you, you glared right back with tearful eyes.

"Some mothers grow overprotective of their children when their first born, maybe we should give the queen some time to adjust to the child, it is like an instinct, not her fault or choice your grace" The maester spoke lowly. If you could you would growl at him like some animal. To Maegor you looked like a dragon protecting her eggs.

"Get her snapped out of it fast, I want my son" Maegor hissed. He pushed the old maester to the side and stormed out of the room to begin preparations of the celebrations in his heir's honour.

[fragileheartbeats]

Can you please post again about how Targaryen men look?

Sure!

[angrygirlromero]

𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐘✧•. • °

AUTHOR’S NOTE: credits to the amazing artists who made this, I’m not sure who it is I came across this on Pinterest, but I’m not sure who made it to give credits so if you know please do tag them!

WARNINGS! Pure filthy smut honestly, possible grammar mistakes.

Maegor Targaryen loved fucking his little niece, it serving as him throwing the fact back into his brother’s face every time he’d fuck his warm sticky seed into her, he loved her, he adored her, he was obsessed with his queen.

Obsessed with the euphoric feeling of having her tight warm walls wrapped around his thick pulsing length, the painful pleasure of the constant stretch of his thrust leaving his darling niece a dumb drooling mess of pleasure, as she moaned and screamed his name for everyone in the keep to hear just exactly who she belonged to.

He could never get enough of her being infatuated with the feeling, taste and smell of her, she was his everything, she’d wake up with him buried between her thighs him eating her out, basically making out with her pussy, spitting biting and sucking on her sweet spot constantly.

Having his thick and long pretty length abusing her cunt, until she passed out as he watched mesmerized at the sight of the bulge in her tummy at his every thrust, he’d use her as his little cum dump stuffing her with his children every chance he got.

He’d summon her to the throne room just to have her ride him on the iron throne, Maegor ordering the guards to not look if not they would suffer his warmth, “oh, please kepus, please cum in me, p-please want to feel y-you fill me up” she would scream out, and Maegor would groan and moan into her neck leaving an insane amount of bruises, while she rode him, her little figure humping his huge muscular one, as his large hands would guide her hips into his pelvis.

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Stepfather Maegor taking his stepdaughter by one of his wives as a new bride tho

He has a public bedding ceremony in front of the whole court (including her mother) and has them watch as he impregnates her 🐉

Imagine Maegor killed a lord who had a wife and a daughter. He first married the wife, everyday threatening her that if she doesn't obey he is going to claim her daughter. The wife always serves him and obeys him in fear and then he ends up marrying the daughter anyway. He tells the mother how he can't wait to marry his step daughter and have her under him while he fucks her.

In the wedding ceremony he gives a deep hungry lustful kiss to his young new wife/step daughter, the guards forces the mother to look. For the wedding ceremony he makes his new wife face her mother as he rip open her dress. The girl moaning and melting in his arms as he gropes her, his eyes taunting the mother. Everyone present in the room watching him claim his new wife. Maegor making her look at them as he takes her from behind. When he is done he spreads her legs so everyone can see that he has filled her up with his seeds. He then order the mother to clean her up and give her a rough lustful kiss

[alannybunnue]

Ok, Imagine: The Targaryens as yanderes

Thank @missglaskin for this, i've been reading too much of their headcannons and i need to get this off my chest, so bear with me

T.W: The Targaryens(yes, considering how problematic and delusional they can be, they are a warning) Kidnapping, Pregnancy and Death by birth (Maybe even miscarriages, remember this is the medieval era x-x) probably mentions of SH/SA (Not gonna go into details about this) and maybe more (BE AWARE, THESE ARE MY 8AM THOUGHTS BEFORE COFFEE)

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So imagine that the reader from the HOTD is not a kidnapped child from a unfortunate family. They are descendants from an kidnapped person (It's not any better, i know-)

1. Aegon I!Reader:

Now, Aegon the Conqueror, conquering all of Westeros until suddenly, he meets a person that he can't understand why at first, but he feels infatuated with this person, even more than with Rhaenys.

You could be a mere commoner or a lady from a small house. Either way, you are taken from your home never to be seen again. Maybe he convinced your family to give you away, maybe he burned them to ashes, we will never know.

And although they were completely against this at first, Visenya and Rhaenys grew to adore you and now they spend time with you a lot, wanting to protect you(mostly Visenya) and gain your affection(especially Rhaenys). Not that it bothers Aegon, he feels great to know that both of his wifes are on board, and you are terrified. The people who kidnapped you and took your life away, want to play "Happy Family" like they don't keep you locked 24/7 while they terrorize all of Westeros.

Maybe Aegon did married you, but i like to think that he didn't considering he has two wifes already. But he did got you pregnant (cuz of plot and stuff).

All the 3 adore your daughter (Yes, it's a girl, again, plot and stuff), she is the apple of their eyes, their little princess, and no one is gonna touch her.

Both Aenys and Maegor see you as their fourth parent, doing anything to gain your praise and affection, especially Aenys since Rhaenys passed when he was 3 years old, which causes you to be more motherly to him(Also because he is a sick baby boy-), consequently making Maegor jealous.

Speaking of Rhaenys' death, that made your and your daughter's incarceration worse, since Aegon's paranoia grew a lot more, wanting nothing but to protect his beloved and his sweet princess, Visenya was no help, she just indulged her brother's tendencies.

And may the Gods bless Dorne, cuz the attacks will be tripled now X-X.

Unfortunately, life sucks and you die due to a disease, leaving your daughter in the hands of insane Targaryens who become even more possessive over her.

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2. Aenys/Maegor!Reader:

After your mother's death, your family turn their eyes to you, now as the only remark of their beloved, since you took most of her characteristics, in appearance and personality.

And don't come thinking that once you reach adulthood that you will be free, Aegon admitted that he was not gonna marry you off anytime soon, he just lost his beloved, he is not gonna lose his daughter too, and the entire family agrees. Although Visenya did offer to marry you to Maegor, your father didn't seen to believe that Maegor was a proper suitor for you(+ The Faith of the Seven was gonna go crazy on them, considering that you are half-siblings-) and Aenys was already married to Alyssa Velaryon at this point.

You enjoyed spending time with Alyssa and your nephews, it was a way to distract you from the rollercoaster that was your life. Because of that and the obsession being a part of their blood at this point, Aenys' kids tended to find confort in you even if you were not too far from eachother in age.

As for Maegor, well, unlike Aenys and his family who only felt platonic feelings, Maegor's feelings grew into a romantic and sexual obsession that at the time he could not fulfill and Visenya was not much of help either, she told him that one day, you two would be married. So imagine his anger when he was forced to marry Ceryse Hightower.

For a couple of years, your life started to finally take course, sure, you were still trapped and with no way of getting out of your family's view, but it was better than when your mother passed, at least you walk around...with at least 4 trusted guards taking care of your every move...

And then Aegon died.

After taking the Iron Throne, Aenys became even more needy of your affection and support due to the huge stress he was dealing thanks to the rebellions against him. You would stay by his side most of the time trying to give him the emotional support he needs. And boy, that infuriated Maegor a lot. Everyone is competition to him at this point, doesn't matter what feelings they have for you.

Maegor's relationship to you was another rollercoaster. As children, you were pretty clingy onto him since he is your older brother and Aenys was always sick or busy. As teens, he became more touchy with you, but had to cross limits after some time and stopped almost completely after marrying Ceryse. However that did not stopped him from making something clear, he wanted you, you would be his, and that frightened you.

Now, isn't suprising that he was married to Alys Harroway. To you, it was, Maegor was always adamant about you and him, so what changed? Maybe he needed to suppress his feelings and saw something in Alys that resembled you? Maybe you would never know, since he was exiled right after everyone discovered, and Aenys didn't even let him say goodbye to you. But the reason was obvious, only the Gods would know what Maegor would do to you if had the chance to see you one last time before going to Pentos.

The last years of Aenys reign was stressful and agonizing, not just because of the rebellions. Because of Aenys' disease that made you stay and take care of him, you tried to stay around his children to find confort on each other. Visenya would also try to confort you as your stepmother, and help you take care of Aenys. But at end, when you thought that he was getting better, Aenys passed away.

And you barely had any time to mourn the loss of you half-brother, cuz after the funeral, Visenya leaves on Vaghar to return with Maegor. You could only watch as your stepmother was crowning your half-brother in your nephew's place and the decapitation of Grand Maester Gawen. Not too long after, Maegor marries you in a Valyrian Ceremony.

And you spend the rest of the night in your shared chambers with Maegor reminding you who you belonged to, with his words haunting your every thought.

Then everything went downhill, you were locked away from the world, Maegor was the only one you saw, sometimes maybe Visenya. No one could get in your chambers except the servants when you needed something, but they wouldn't say much out of fear.

You had no chances of escaping, even when Maegor went into coma, you had to watch over him, take care of him. Since that was your duty as his wife and Queen.

You never met Alys Harroway or Tyanna, you only saw them once: When Maegor executed them both, his way of teaching you what could happen if you disobeyed him.

Since you couldn't leave, you never discovered what Maegor actually did or how many did he killed, but you knew that he was no good king. You only worried for you sister in law and your nephews, that Maegor forbidden you from meeting.

Only when he married Rhaena, is when you had a brief chance to know what happened to the rest of the family, how he killed Aegon and Viserys, how Alyssa had to run away with Jaehaerys and Alyssane, and also 'met' her daughters with Aegon, Aerea and Rhaella. Rhaena did spared you the details of the atrocities that your husband did, you had heard and seen enough.

For years, Maegor tried to have an heir, specially with you, mostly with you, but you never got pregnant, had many miscarriages and you never understood why. Until you did.

That pregnancy was hell, in shorts, but you tried to go through with it. But nothing works out for you and unfortunately, you didn't make it.

When Maegor heard the news that you didn't survive, his only question was about the child, not gonna lie, he was devastated over your death, but he needed to know what killed you...and it was a girl.

You had a daughter, which made easier for Maegor to simply want her dead, after all, he needed a son for a heir. But when he demanded the child to be brought to him, the baby was no where to be found. Since Rhaena had took her away.

Your daughter would live without knowing who her father nor her mother was, but surely, she would have a life better than yours.

And that's all that matters, right?

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A/N: I guess this is it, i don't have the mentality to continue now, so if you want more, let me know...ok bye

[fairysluna]

👀👀 hello love!

Could I request a soft blurb/drabble of Maegor x wife!reader bathing together after a battle? Pretty please 💜💜

hopefully this will meet your expectations🤍 thank you for your request!! i loved it and i hope you enjoy it.💕

The wooden door was opened and your attention immediately went to the man that walked inside your bedchambers interrupting your warm bath, the one you were used to take each evening before going to bed. Softened eyes appeared on your visage as you saw your husband starting to get rid of his armor while he walked closer to you. The pieces of metal were tinted with crimson stains, and they were left behind on the floor as if he was marking his trail.

His platinum hair was also stained with red, which carried the heavy smell of metal; you wrinkled your nose but you did not say anything about it, you just sat there in your place as Maegor's bare body got into the bathtub, sitting between your legs and pressing his back against your chest. Words were not necessary at all, for you knew that he was exhausted and you knew what he needed even when he did not bother to say it out loud. You could read him like a book, a small gesture was enough for you to comprehend his intentions; that's why as soon as you heard him sigh, your arms wrapped around his body in a comforting gesture. His muscles instantly relaxed.

It wasn't weird for you. Even after being married with other women, he would always seek the much needed embrace of your touch. Long and tiring days always end this way, with his skin pressed against yours and your hands tangled in his short platinum hair, which was cut by you in every full moon. Maegor would remain silent, not daring to say a word, but his odd gentleness towards you says everything his lips wouldn't pronounce. You knew he loved you; it was genuine, not out of duty.

You grabbed a small bowl and filled it with water. A few seconds later you were washing his bloodied hair with delicacy, as if you were touching the most fragile thing in the world. It was easy for you to forget how ruthless and cruel your husband truly was, for moments like this –filled with peace– were the only ones in your mind whenever you thought of him.

A few minutes passed, and the water surrounding your bodies was tinted with a crimson tone while the intense smell of iron filled the air. Maegor's hair was clean again, but your hands were reluctant to leave the spot, leaving caresses on it until he decided to slowly turn around to face you. The intense, lilac haze of his stern eyes were looking right into your soul; you let him in. The quietness of the room only made the moment feel more intimate, special even. Your hand reached the stubble on his sharp jaw as your thumb slowly contoured the edges of his lips.

You saw how his eyes wandered around your face and you found yourself feeling a bit shy, too exposed. You tried to look down but he grunted in disapproval, making you keep your stare on him. His forehead was pressed against yours and he closed his eyes, a deep breath left his lips as he did so, and you immediately knew what that subtle gesture meant; 'I love you.'

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the inevitable masterlist.

[MAIN MASTERLIST.]

SUMMARY: the fall of the house targaryen was inevitable, an unchanged fact. nothing could change the dominos from falling into place that was set in stone. but why not start from the beginning where it all went wrong?

WARNINGS: death, mention of childbirth, the dance of dragons spoilers, smut, canon and non canon deaths, manipulation, angst, blood & gore, violence, profanity, maegor targaryen. . . a jump-scare honestly, sexism, prejudice against blood status.

DISCLAIMER: takes place in game of thrones timeline, while also taking place in the house of the dragon timeline.

LAST UPDATED: march 23, 2024.

STATUS: on hiatus as of now!

CHAPTER ONE: the weeping weirwood.

CHAPTER TWO: the hour of the wolves.

CHAPTER THREE: a stark difference.

CHAPTER FOUR: a dreamer’s dream.

CHAPTER FIVE: a ghostly friend.

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The white-scaled dragon princess

Part 1

You were unfortunate to be born as the child of Maegor the Cruel, even more unfortunate being born as what others would call a half-monster. Tragedy and sorrow were your everyday life, and your life even took for a stranger when you find yourself in another land.

Warnings: your father being Maegor the Cruel, mentions of death, torture, killing, negligence, mentions of letting you die, Tyanna being the biggest warning, Ceryse being the only decent person in your life, being criticized by people, nasty rumors, killing someone, depression, forced isolation, mentions of self-harm, lack of eating and will to live, mentions of forced marriage(not on you), use of poisons, angst, falling, crashing, and broken bones.

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- You didn't have an easy upbringing. 

- You were born to a king, who was desperate for an heir, yet all you received was rejection and looks of distaste, even from your own father. 

- Your father was Maegor the Cruel, and your birth mother was Tyanna of the Tower, who enjoyed the power and the attention she received when she found out she had successfully become pregnant with you, or so you heard. 

- Things changed when you were born. You came into the world after your father's second wife gave birth to a dead, deformed child— an abomination. Your father killed her and her family as a punishment, and your mother might have had something to do with it, having whispered lies into your father's ears and having the poor woman killed. She always whispered things into his ears. 

- But just like what happened with your father’s second wife, you did not come out normal either. 

- You possessed the bright white hair and the purple eyes of a Targaryen, but your eyes were slit like that of a snake, and snow-white scales grew out of your pale skin. You were born weak, but unlike your unfortunate sibling, you did not die after hours of your birth. 

- Your birth caused shock among the people who were there, and your mother was desperate to save herself from your father's wrath when he saw you and the scales that covered your face, arms, and legs. 

- He was joyful when he had heard that you did not die after the birth, but when he laid his eyes upon you, he was filled with nothing but disgust.

- Your mother sprouted more lies to save herself, claiming someone might have poisoned her, attempting to prevent him from having an heir, and as a result, you were born as a half-dragon creature. 

- Your father bought that lie and left her unpunished. Nothing more significant happened after that, except that they left you alone. 

-They both considered letting you die over the night as you were an abomination in their eyes. Maegor couldn't see himself having produced an heir covered in dragon's scales, and your mother refused to even look at you, disgusted and unable to believe she had failed to give birth to a healthy and normal child. 

- There was only one person who looked at you with genuine love, seeing you past your scales and your other unique features. 

- Ceryse Hightower, your father's first wife and queen. Your father had labeled her barren since she had failed to conceive a child for several years in their marriage. She was a proud woman and wasn't very fond of your mother, but when she saw you, she was filled with love and sorrow at the rejection you had received from your own parents. 

- To her, your scales didn't matter. You were a living child, so she saw no point letting you die. 

- Since your mother refused to hold you and Maegor didn’t bother to arrange for someone to take care of you, Ceryse decided to take you as her own and do everything she could to keep you alive.

- It was not easy due to your weak body. You were always cold and shivering, so Ceryse needed to pay constant attention to you, keeping you close to her chest for warmth and feeding remedies to help you gain strength. 

- She spent many sleepless nights trying to keep you alive, only allowing a few of her maids to feed you in turn so she could rest. She also kept a careful watch over the maesters when they prepared the necessary remedies for you, anxious someone might try to poison the food she fed you. 

- It was upon the fifth day of your life that you began to show promise. You were no longer cold and even started to plump up from all the food she fed you.

- You even grew strong enough to open your eyes for the first time. 

- Ceryse was not bothered that your eyes were like that of a snake. She simply fell in love with you and the sound of your laughter when you saw her. 

- Tyanna did not bother to give you a name. On the contrary, she was more than happy to let Ceryse take you from her hands. Maegor, too, showed little interest, discouraging Ceryse from keeping you alive and suggesting she wait for the chance of a healthier child. However, Ceryse dismissed his advice, persuading him to allow her to care for you, arguing that keeping you around as a backup in case producing another heir failed was prudent.

- Begrudgingly listening to her suggestion, and perhaps out of a certain amount of love he held for her, he allowed her to keep you and even name you. It was perhaps one of the only times he did something that made her happy. 

- Most of the court was unnerved by the sight of you, but Ceryse did not care, and looked after you to the best of her abilities. 

- Ceryse did not expect much from her marriage to Maegor, but she had harbored a small wish for a daughter, and that wish was finally granted, even if you weren't her blood. 

- She took her role as your mother seriously, and it turned out to be in her favor as she no longer needed to try to give birth and tolerate Maegor's other wives. 

- Ceryse became your source of happiness, especially as you learned to walk and talk, proving the maesters and those who believed you wouldn't survive past three years old wrong.

-She sometimes tried to convince Maegor to give you a chance since you were his only living child. She even had a thought that your scales might have been temporary.  However, her theory was proven wrong when the scales grew with you. You sometimes dropped some of the scales, but they grew right back, stronger and more vibrant. 

- Unfortunately, Maegor was too busy ensuring his claim on the iron throne, so one of the only people you met was your grandmother, Visenya. While she initially regarded you with the same curiosity and uncertainty as others, she never treated you unkindly. Over time, she grew accustomed to your presence and even developed a fondness for you, treating you like her granddaughter. She became one of the few people you enjoyed being around.

- When you turned four years old, Ceryse took you to see the dragons. You found the creatures terrifying at first, but then your eyes landed upon the great silver-colored dragon, Meraxes. 

- She was larger than your grandmother's dragon and had a bad scar over one of her eyes, making her half-blind, but to you, she was gorgeous. 

-Ceryse then told you how Meraxes used to be your grandmother’s sister’s dragon. Your grandmother’s sister passed away in a battle when a scorpion bolt hit Meraxes in the eye and then bounced onto her, killing her on her dragon’s back. 

- Meraxes had been grieved by her rider's death ever since and accepted no one as her rider, not even one of your cousins, who were your grandmother’s sister's grandchildren. 

- You felt pity for the dragon, and it was perhaps love at first sight because you simply fell enamored with her, especially when her scales looked just like the ones that covered your hands. 

- "Look! She has white scales like me!" you pointed at the dragon, making Ceryse smile as you didn't know the difference between white and silver back then. 

- However, Ceryse did not expect Meraxes to look toward you after you pointed at her. The great dragon walked over to you, frightening Ceryse and the guards who were there to watch you and your mother. However, their apprehension soon turned to astonishment when the dragon gently leaned her snout toward you, allowing you to giggle and pet her.

- No one expected the great dragon to approach you and let you simply touch her, but it was clear that she had chosen you as hers. 

-Some people tried to speculate that Meraxed had simply mistaken you for a hatchling due to your scales, or perhaps it was both since you excitedly explained you could feel the bond with her, which was only unique between a Targaryen and the Targaryen’s dragon. 

- Meraxes became protective of you. She refused to stay too far away from you, even lingering near King's landing to ensure you were safe. She refused to go into the Dragonpit and killed those who dared to come near her. 

- The people became restless when they heard that Maegor's half-monster daughter claimed the second-largest dragon, especially the dragon that belonged to the previous queen. 

- The thought of Maegor having all the conqueror's dragons on his side did not sit well with some of them, especially when some expected one of King Aenys’s children to claim her. 

- Ceryse was frightened for your safety but could not bring herself to tell you to avoid Meraxes as you simply adored the dragon, constantly asking to see her again and wait till you were tall enough to ride her. She only hoped Maegor’s reputation was fierce enough to prevent anyone from sending assassins after you. 

- Visenya was surprised by the news but quickly saw an opportunity. She urged Maegor to give you a chance and cultivate some form of relationship with you. Having Meraxes on his side would reinforce his rule, but it wouldn't happen if he continued avoiding you. You were also his only living heir, so you and Meraxes would only solidify his power. 

- Maegor had a hard time looking at you because of your scales as he kept hearing people mock how he had produced an abnormal child, but now that even his mother was urging him to start being a father to you, he relented and came to see you for the first time. 

- Ceryse was surprised by his visit and frowned when she realized he had only come because of his mother’s guidance and that you claimed Meraxes. 

- You were terrified of him when you saw him. You had also heard most of the maesters and knights say that he had been avoiding you because of your scales, so you didn't have a great image of him. 

- But with Ceryse’s encouragement, you tried to talk to him. 

- It was honestly difficult to bond with him. Maegor enjoyed violence and battles, while you enjoyed less violent things like drawing and reading. 

- Maegor was frustrated about it as he had never been patient but with Ceryse's guidance and his mother's urgency. He forced himself to show interest in child-friendly things like reading. 

- Ceryse was the one to pick out the storybooks you might like because he would have most likely picked war stories that would have scared you. 

- It felt strange to you when he sat down beside your bed and started reading a story to you, but his voice was oddly soothing, and you calmly fell asleep. 

- You wanted to hear him tell you more stories and often asked if he could read you another story. 

- Maegor did not know how, but he felt oddly pleasant seeing you eager to hear him tell you more stories. He was a busy man, but when he had the chance, he would come to see you when it would be time for you to sleep and read the stories Ceryse had picked beforehand. He still thought they were boring and too friendly, but seeing you fast asleep with a smile on your face felt worth it. 

- He was excited when you would be old enough to hear war stories but avoided the subject when Ceryse gave him a disapproving look. 

- You wanted to believe things were finally turning out for the better and your father would finally grow to accept you, but things began to go wrong when your grandmother died. 

-Your father became more violent, and you finally learned why he was called the Cruel. 

- You saw how he terrified the people. He brutally murdered and tortured those who dared to question his rule. 

- You grew terrified of him and made excuses to spend less time around him, especially when you grew ten and decided you were too old for bedtime stories. 

- Luckily, your father did not bring his violence often into your home, so your life was relatively quiet after your grandmother’s death. 

- Ceryse was a lot of comfort for you and when you turned fifteen, she gifted you a red cloak she thought would look beautiful on you. It was beautiful, and you loved her gift, but you always loved her dark green cloak. 

- But then, on your sixteenth birthday. 

- Ceryse, your beloved mother, fell ill, and the maesters couldn't do anything. She was deathly pale, and no one knew what had happened except that she suddenly collapsed and couldn't get up. 

- You were beside her death bed, crying and pleading with her not to leave you. She only embraced you one last time before telling you to be good and passing away. 

- You have never cried so much in your life. After her funeral, where your father didn't even bother to attend since he was too busy dealing with his other affairs. You found your mother's dark green cloak and cried on her bed, trying to feel the warmth you felt when she was still alive. 

- You spent three full days in her room, crying and feeling hollow over the loneliness and the cold that filled the room. It felt like all the joy in your life vanished after her death. Only a few of your mother’s maids came to check on you, trying to convince you to eat and bathe yourself. 

- They had been present in your life since your birth, assisting your mother in raising you. They were like aunts to you, so they mourned with you, and under their care, you began to recover from the deep sadness in your heart. 

- You never felt so lonely after you started to wander alone in your home. 

- You didn't want to try to find comfort in your father since he had become less empathetic than usual. However, Tyanna suddenly showed interest in you. You were aware that she was your birth mother, but like your beloved mother, you were not fond of her, so you avoided her most of the time when she tried to seek you out. 

- The only one who you came to find company and comfort was Meraxes. You would sometimes come to her and cry when you began to miss your mother. She would allow no one to come near you during those moments, and sometimes, you two would go on flights to avoid your home and people.

- Flying through the skies helped you calm down and clear your head from troubled thoughts, and you always hated it when you had to return. 

-You decided to spend more time with the maesters, trying to educate yourself in High Valyria, reading, and writing. They were good to you and always told you that they liked how patient and attentive you were. 

- There was this one maester who was especially kind to you. He used to serve your mother and was your teacher most of your life. He also looked out for you when you wanted to avoid certain people and go on a flight. You appreciated him for that and even saw him more as your father figure than your real father. 

- You were pretty lonely in general. You avoided people most of the time and never dared to go outside among your people, having heard the rumors they spread about you being Maegor’s half-monster daughter. Your mother taught you to care less about the rumors, but without her, it became hard not to. 

- Your home was the only place you felt safe and comfortable. Your maids did reveal that you were very well-liked among the servants and the maesters, which gave some comfort, but sometimes you would look at yourself in the mirror and hate the person that looked back at you. You would even rip a few scales out of your skin, causing small pain and bleeding but never enough to make it noticeable. They always grew back, and you would only dream of what your life would have been like if you had been born normal. 

- One day, Tyanna approached you again. You mostly ignored her like usual, trying to focus on your studies, but then she revealed something that caught your attention. 

- She told you that your mother’s death might not have been caused by a sudden illness but by the hands of a knight who slipped his knife and sliced your mother’s throat, faking it as an illness. 

- You were skeptical of her words, knowing her tendency to twist the truth. Yet, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt that perhaps your mother's death was indeed a murder. Without having seen any evidence of a cut on her neck when she died, you were unable to confirm or deny the possibility.

- Those words began to haunt you, especially when you began to hear rumors that your mother offended your father and he had ordered her tongue to be cut out, but the knight who he ordered slipped the knife and killed her. 

- They made you feel paranoid and fall into denial. You knew your father was merciless, but he wouldn’t go as far as to get your mother accidentally killed and not have the guilty punished, right?

- One day, one of the guards suddenly approached you and revealed the truth. 

- He felt guilty after seeing you suffer alone from your mother's death and revealed what had happened. He did not know if your father had ordered it, but he witnessed the confrontation and how the knight’s knife accidentally sliced her throat. The knight had simply faked it as an illness to avoid getting into trouble. 

- The revelation broke you. 

- The anger within you boiled like an uncontrollable flame, and without thinking, you marched into the court to call out the knight and demanded to have him apprehended for your mother’s death right in front of the court. 

- The knight called you delusional, and your father looked at you like you were mad. 

- You recalled Tyanna’s words and the confession you had heard. You tried all to explain that your mother had died at the hands of the knight and not by an illness. 

- The people looked at you skeptically, and your father did not seem to believe any word you said. He merely instructed the guards to escort you to your room, as you were disrupting the court meeting. You felt betrayed by your father and nearly allowed the knights to take you. 

- But then the knight suddenly insulted your mother and said she died from ‘shrewishness’ and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

- Out of rage, claws grew out of your fingers, and you slammed them hard against the knight’s face, ripping off his lower jaw. 

- Those who were there in the court were terrified by what you did, and the knight fell dead on the floor. You were breathing heavily, your fingers covered in blood, and stunned that you had killed the man. 

- Tyanna was on the side, smirking, like she had planned this, and your father demanded the guards to take you away, but you mournfully demanded if he had known how your beloved mother died. 

- If he knew what had occurred and yet still did nothing? If that was the reason he never attended your mother’s funeral? Or if he was so deep in lies that he believed everything people told him? 

- Or if he was the one who indirectly caused her death. 

- You demanded to know the answer, but your father said nothing. 

- You then cried and wished you had died instead of being born as his child. He was a heartless husband and even more heartless father. 

- The guards then took you away, but instead of taking you to the dungeons to be punished, you were locked in your room to calm you down. Only be seen with one maid to bring you food. 

- Each day confined to that room, your mental health deteriorated further, and your will to live waned. The furious fire that burned within you that day vanished, leaving nothing but cold emptiness in your chest.

- Your maids became worried as you refused to eat and had little focus on your studies when the maesters came to see you. 

- They knew you had fallen into a deep depression, and the isolation was only making it worse. Nothing worked to improve your mood, and they feared you might end up taking your life one day. 

- Your mother’s maester then decided to take the brave step to approach your father and tell him of the situation since you had already spent three weeks in isolation. 

- Maegor listened and contemplated since the incident had left him thinking how strained and distant your relationship was. The maester suggested that he should go on a flight with you on your dragons because it was one of the things you loved doing in your free time, but Maegor only dismissed him and was left alone to ponder your situation. 

- After some time, Maegor decided to visit you and was taken aback by your condition. You rarely took baths and had grown so thin that your scales seemed on the verge of falling off. However, it was your lifeless eyes that unsettled him the most. He couldn't recall ever seeing someone so devoid of life or desires.

- You did not even stand up to greet him, and he was left pondering to let you finally come outside, especially when the maesters told him if this continued, he would be without an heir. 

- Maegor then relented to the idea of going on a flight with you and arranged himself a day he could spend with you. 

- It was strange when he suddenly walked into your room and told you to come fly with him on your dragons, but you agreed since you had nothing else to do and missed seeing Meraxes. You two then flew across the seven kingdoms on Balerion and Meraxes. 

-Your mood improved a little and when you returned, you two had something to talk about. 

- He revealed that he had no idea about the incident with your mother and had not ordered his knights to do anything. He had also never been good at expressing his feelings toward people, especially when he had been worked up trying to have another heir, so that was one of the reasons he did not attend your mother’s funeral. But, he did respect your mother for raising you even if you weren’t her blood. 

- You had long accepted his personality, but you felt grateful and respected him for telling you. However, you encouraged him to look into his trusted people because it felt like many things were done behind his back, especially Tyanna. 

- He did not get angry with you and promised you to look into that. It was a surprising reaction, but it helped putting your mind more at ease. 

- Your relationship with your father improved a little. He was busy ruling his kingdom and putting down the opposition, but at the end of the week, he would ask you to come fly with him. It honestly helped you recover from the depression, and you slowly turned back to normal. Your father was putting some effort into your relationship, and it felt nice.

- However, good things never lasted long. 

- Tyanna yet again tried to include herself in your life. You avoided her more than ever after your stunt since you still believed she had planned it to try to get you punished. 

- At first, Tyanna's attempts to assert authority over you were manageable. She usually left you alone after one or two tries, and witnessing her frustration gave you a certain satisfaction. However, you grew more wary of her intentions when the maids who had served your mother were suddenly relieved of their duties.

- They had attended your mother and you for a long time, so age had caught up to them, but since they had received the order of release from Maegor himself, they did not dare to say anything in return or express that they would have still liked to serve you till they were old and frail. 

- They were one of your only friends, so you felt angry that your father would suddenly release them of their duties, but since even you couldn’t go against your father’s orders, all you could do was embrace them in your final moments together. 

- As a goodbye and as an act of gratitude, you held them a small feast to send them off with a proper farewell. You enjoyed your time together and then bid farewell as they left to join their families. 

- Without them, it became more lonely in your home. Your father arranged new servants for you, and even though you tried to get to know them and be comfortable around them since they were new and had heard all the rumors about you, they still looked at you like you were some kind of beast waiting for a chance to strike them and eat them alive. It was one of the rumors they heard before coming into your service. They even quivered in fear when you tried to talk to them as softly as possible, but it only made you feel awkward.

- Tyanna then returned when she noticed you spent less time around your new maids, trying to spark a discussion. You ignored her mostly, but then she brought up your mother’s maids and how old they had become, so it was only for your best interest that you gained new maids that could serve you longer. You then began to ponder if she had something to do with your mother’s maid’s sudden release and decided to confront your father about it. 

- A familiar spark of rage ignited within you when your father revealed that it was Tyanna who had suggested releasing the old maids and providing you with new ones. Your father saw it as reasonable, so he agreed to it, even compensating them since they had looked after you willingly after your mother’s death. 

- Your father was a believing fool, so you didn’t feel angry with him, but your disdain toward your birth mother grew into pure hatred. 

- Tyanna deliberately separated you from the maids, whom you considered your closest friends, replacing them with unfamiliar faces who regarded you with the same judgment as the rest of King's Landing. It was a clear strategy to isolate you and make you dependent on her for comfort whenever she would offer it.

- You instructed your new maids to keep watch for Tyanna and inform you of her whereabouts, allowing you to avoid her whenever she attempted to approach you for conversation.

- However, despite your efforts to stay away from her, Tyanna then targeted the next person you trusted the most, your mother’s maester. 

- He suddenly fell ill after one dinner. He was an old man, so it could have been the age finally catching up to him, but his illness was so severe that he needed help from other maesters. 

- They tried their best to treat him, but nothing seemed to work. It was obvious he was nearing his death, and your father gave him the freedom to leave and be with his relatives till his last day. 

- You hoped there was something you could have done, but he assured you that death was natural for someone old like him. It felt strange to you that he had no fear toward his evident death, but you accepted it and helped him prepare for his departure. 

- You spent the remaining time with him despite him urging you not to worry about an old man like him. You were a princess after all. 

- In your last moment together, he did reveal he found it strange that his illness would severely flare up after his dinner as he had not shown symptoms before that. 

- You then became suspicious and decided to investigate the food he ate after bidding him goodbye and departing. 

- Luckily, the plate of food was still in his room when he collapsed, and you had another maester inspect the food for possible poisons or ingredients that could have caused your mother’s maester to fall severely ill. 

- The maester meticulously inspected the food and discovered that the seasoning was derived from a poisonous herb capable of causing severe illness and even death if left untreated. Furthermore, it was a previously unknown variety, explaining why your mother's maester did not recover.

- You grew furious as you only knew one person who had access to potions and poisonous herbs. In your anger, you confronted Tyanna, telling her she had gone too far this time. 

- She first played ignorance, but since you had the evidence and called her out for driving away the people you cared about and trying to isolate you. Her plan was to have you come seeking her out for safety and company when there would be no one else left for you to rely on. 

- Tyanna praised your wits, then demanded you should respect her since she was the one who brought you into this world. You owed your life and loyalty to her. 

- You were not intimidated by her and bluntly refused. If she wanted loyalty, she should have raised you herself and not let someone else do the work for her or have another child, even though she had failed countless times after having you. Ceryse will always be your one and only mother. 

- And since she had failed to give birth to another heir for your father, you called her barren witch. 

- Tyanna tried to strike you out of anger, but thanks to your unique body, you were physically stronger than her and stopped her hand from even touching you. 

- You warned her the next time she would lay her hand on you. You will do the same as what you did to the knight. Or have your father involved since you are his only living child. And for the first time, Tyanna seemed scared of you. 

- She luckily left you alone after that confrontation, but you were always weary of her spies and those who served under her since you had made it clear that you were not her friend. 

- Your life did not become easier. Your father continued doing horrible things, and after Tyanna had failed to give him more children despite her efforts, he decided to force three poor women, who were claimed to be fertile, to be his black brides, one of them being your cousin.

- You could not do anything for them since your father was still adamant about producing a proper heir, but you treated them well and tried to make their stay easier. But all you could do was advise them to refuse anything from Tyanna and make sure their children were safe since your father threatened their lives if they refused. 

- Unfortunately, the attempts to produce an heir were unsuccessful, as all your younger siblings were born dead and malformed. Even you were disturbed when you saw the corpses, which mostly resembled half-dragon monsters, charred and deformed.

- It all became clear that Tyanna had something to do with it since she was the one who provided them fertility potions. Your father had her sent into the dungeons to be tortured and punished, but since one of the brides refused the fertility potion, yet the baby still came out wrong, it was evident there was also something wrong with your father. 

- Tyanna then revealed the truth about your birth. She had intended to produce a alive and healthy heir, so she had not taken any poisons or done anything that would have hindered your health or coming to the world. The reason why you were also born with the characteristics of a dragon was because of your father. There was something wrong with him that made him unable to produce ordinary children. 

- Your father was not happy about the revelation, and your birth mother was finally no more. You couldn't help but feel somewhat sad for your father. You had heard rumors that your grandmother might have dabbled in magic and potions to conceive him, which left him unable to produce ordinary heirs. Even without the involvement of poison, it was likely that your siblings would have been born like you, as half-dragon abominations.

- Things began to turn for the worse when your cousin, Jaeherys, returned after several years, calling all the banners and proclaiming his rights on the iron throne. 

- Your father began to lose his influence and power as more people sought to take Jaeherys’s side, having enough of your father’s tyrannical rule.  It would only be a matter of time before Jaehaerys marched into the King's Landing to claim what was rightfully his. 

- You released most of your servants from their duties, wanting them to seek safety before the storm. 

- Your home became empty as even the knights had left your father’s side to join your cousin. 

- As the inevitable end approached, you dreaded the consequences you might face when they laid eyes on you. However, after your father's final meeting, he summoned you, requesting a private conversation.

- You were worried since his madness had gone far, but then you were startled when he looked at you and started apologizing. 

-He apologized that he was not the father you needed and brought you much suffering. You never saw him like this, so you nearly believed it wasn't him who was talking to you. He confessed there were some regrets, but you were the only one he would ever apologize to. 

- He then told you to run away. Jaeherys would not spare you when he would march here with his army. He would have you killed because, in their eyes, you were an abomination– no one would accept a princess with dragon scales. 

- He told you to run as far away as possible, and that is what you did. 

- You grabbed your cloak and your mother's dark green cloak since it's one of the only things you refuse to leave behind and flew away from King's landing upon Meraxes.

- You cried on her saddle as she flew away from the city, over the woods, and to everywhere that wasn't near people. Even though your relationship with your father was in no way perfect, you could not forget the regretful look in his eyes and the way he spoke to you, telling you to get away from the danger. 

- Meraxes flew as far as she could, but then you two were surrounded by a soundless mist with nothing in sight. 

- You had an odd feeling in your guts when you saw the mist and became frightened when a violent thunderstorm suddenly appeared out of nowhere. 

- "Fly down!" you cried out, and Meraxes flew toward the ground to escape the thunderstorm. 

- But then trees came into sight. Meraxes didn’t have time to fly up or stop. She only managed to move herself up enough to avoid crashing to the ground headfirst and flying against the trees. 

- Thanks to her size, the trees mostly broke in her way, but then something caught on to her, forcing her to fall toward the ground. She roared as she crashed. 

- You tried to cover yourself from the trees and branches that swiped down on you, hitting you and cutting you. A scream ripped out from you when your hold on the reins failed, and you fell from the saddle. 

- Unfortunately, you fell quite a distance and landed harshly on the ground. There was an awful pain in your arm when you made contact with the ground, and you rolled violently till you came to a stop, and all fell quiet. 

- "Ow!" you sat up, crying and holding your arm that was no doubt broken from the fall. You had cuts and bruises, and even your nose was bleeding after falling from Meraxes's back. 

- You then panicked, calling out to Meraxes. Luckily, your companion was alive and okay. Her scales having suffered mild bruises. She got up with an unhappy grumble. 

- Relief washed over you, but then you were confused by your surroundings. 

- The forest around you was shrouded in mist. You ascended a nearby hill for a clearer view of the land. However, what lay before you was entirely unfamiliar, catching you off guard with its strangeness.

- You had flown over Westeros many times and were familiar with its many parts, but now, everything was different. There were mountains you had not seen before, an ocean, and in the distance, you could see three large mountains, perhaps the largest you had ever seen. 

- You then heard sounds in the distance, which sounded like a group of horsemen. 

- Frightened, you hid on the highest hill with Meraxes and watched as a group of strangely dressed people came to the place where you crashed. 

- Their beauty was breathtaking, unlike any you had ever seen. Their long hair cascaded like silk, and their features possessed an ethereal quality that seemed almost otherworldly. As you observed them, you noticed the fluidity of their movements and the unfamiliar cadence of their speech. Their sharp, pointed ears confirmed your suspicion—they were not human.

- Despite your curiosity, they did not look friendly to meet. You felt afraid of what they would do to you and Meraxes if they saw you, so you quietly left, trying to wonder what you should do now that you had fallen into this strange new land.

[targaryen-dynasty]

INNATE DESIRES.

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Maegor Targaryen x niece!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT — MINORS DNI; canon typical incest/targcest, p in v, profanity, semi public sex, size kink, power imbalance, breeding, choking, female reader (no mentions of looks besides purple eyes)

WORDS: 3.4 K

NOTES: The events of this start somewhere between 41 AC to 44 AC, while the rest takes place around 45 AC. Visenya has not died (yet), but Cersye, Alys and Tyanna have. Aegon and Rhaena are captured at Crakehall, and Viserys is still his squire and hostage.

After the passing of your father, you, your younger siblings and mother had fled from Dragonstone to Driftmark almost immediately. It was a blessing and a curse altogether, because it meant you could keep your life after the arrival and coronation of your uncle Maegor, while you would have loved nothing more than to witness the sight of the Black Dread’s shadow devouring the castle on the eponymous island. 

When the Dowager Queen and Vhagar arrived, it was her that urged your mother to come back to join the busy life at court – meaning you and your siblings were to abandon her childhood home Driftmark. 

Your mother’s stay in the capital was brief, and you assumed it was because she could not stand to be separated from her children any longer, as Visenya had ordered you four to Dragonstone instead. 

Two years after your arrival, it was evident that you had become a prisoner in all but name to Visenya on Dragonstone, barely allowed to leave the castle. When she was not around, her spies and vipers were. 

And so it was even more surprising that, when you were summoned to the Throne Room in the midst of your lessons, you came face to face with none other than your uncle. He sat on the throne, his mother lingering not too far away. With him in the room, his big frame concealing most of the impressive seat, it was even more apparent how frail she had become over the years. If you would have to guess, she would not do much longer. 

As your purple eyes met his, it was as if a wildfire ignited in your body, coursing through your veins, vividly remembering the night you had caught him speaking to your father about a possible betrothal. But it also angered you, knowing that he had left for Pentos with his second wife not long after, without even saying goodbye. 

On the other side of the throne stood none other than your mother, and while both Visenya and Maegor seemed rather smug and pleased, Alyssa had a grim expression on her face. 

Like an invisible string luring your body towards his, you came to a stop shortly before the first step to where he sat. “Your Grace.“ You smiled sweetly at him and slightly bowed your head, more out of courtesy than true belief, because your brother Aegon was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne after all. 

At least five knights guarded the door to the Throne Room behind you, and when Maegor rose from his seat with the pommel of Blackfyre fidgeting between his thick fingers, you were certain that was the moment your life came to an end. 

His steps were heavy as he walked down the steps, coming to a stop just shy of you. His domineering frame was looming over yours, and you had long forgotten the last time you had to crane your neck to look up at someone as tall and big as he was. 

“Leave us,“ Maegor’s gruff voice rang out, and when both Dowager Queens opened their mouths to protest, he was quick to shush them with a simple raise of his hand. Even when they walked past you, you did not dare break eye contact with your uncle, and while he usually was a hard and brutal man, there was a hint of softness in his eyes solely reserved for you. 

When you two were the only people left in the room, he directed his voice towards you. “You have grown,“ he stated, his eyes traveling up and down your body. With the defiance of a young woman, you jutted out your chin just slightly, nonchalantly looking up at him. “How would you know?“ you asked. “Five years and you have not once come to visit me.“

Your uncle chuckled dryly, one hand coming up to pinch your chin. “You know ‘tis not as easy as you make it seem.“ 

From how much your father had told you after Maegor’s departure, you knew he probably was right, though you had yet to find out the true reason behind it. With his longing stare making you somewhat uneasy, the pregnant pause between you two grew thicker with tension.

Until your voice cut through it. 

“Why are you here, uncle? Do you not have a wife to care for and a realm to rule?“

“I do,“ he said, his tone growing a bit harsher as the memory of the stranger taking his three wives not too many moons ago flashed before his eyes. “I am here for you.“

A small crease formed between your brows at his words. “I am afraid I do not understand.“

“Maybe you will understand this.“ Where his paw had rested on your chin before, it traveled down to your waist, almost taking up its entirety with his fingers splayed out. 

He dipped his head towards yours, but you were quick to bring your hand up between your faces, taking a careful step back. “We can not,“ you stated, trying to sound stern, yet you were betrayed by your fluttering nerves, your heart beating in your throat.

With his hand still on your waist, he pulled you back against his firm chest as if you weighed nothing, the sheer display of his strength bringing heat to your cheeks. “The matter is settled already. I shall take you as my wife in a sennight,“ he said. “I have waited long enough for this, and with my brother dead there is no one left to deny me.“

“My mother–“ 

“Has no other choice than to give me what I want.“ The threat was unspoken but clear. 

Every attempt to speak against him was silenced by his lips on yours. The kiss was far from being gentle, and it was evident he claimed your lips with a carnal need. With his hands traveling over the curves of your waist down to your rear, roughly fisting the skirts of your gown, it was obvious that he intended to do the same with your body. 

Your heart was racing, pounding against the confines of your ribcage when your lips parted, releasing a shaky breath. “I-I have never–,” you whimpered, trailing off as you looked at him with wide eyes. Every ounce of affection and gentleness Maegor mayhaps held before had vanished with a snap, leaving only a man hungry for your virtue. 

But no matter how badly your body ached for his touch, having craved it for so, so long, you pulled away to walk past him, climbing the few steps towards the throne with shaky legs as a heat settled at the apex of them. You had to bring some space between the two of you, mayhaps that allowed your thoughts to clear again. 

”My brother Aegon–,“ you started, but were interrupted when you tripped over one of the last steps, causing you to topple forwards. Taking in a sharp breath while bracing yourself on your hands and knees, Maegor was quick to not allow you to get back on your feet. Kneeling down next to you with one hand resting in the place between your shoulders, he applied just enough pressure to keep you down. 

“Where is your craven brother now, sweetling?“ he emphasized the nickname with a condescending tone, and it should have you feeling sick to the stomach, not aroused. “Not here. He had the chance to claim the Iron Throne, but he did not take it.“

His hand brushed over the bodice of your dress, trailing deep enough so he could cup your arse. But it merely lingered there for a few seconds, never settling. That touch alone still was enough to reignite the flame within you, and only when your fluttered nerves calmed just a bit, you noticed the proximity between you – and how he looked at you with darkened eyes. 

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you tried to gather some courage before speaking, “You are just as much of a coward as he is. Coming to claim what is rightfully his when he is besieged at Crakehall.” Another chuckle came from Maegor, but this time it sounded somewhat amused. 

“Oh, I know you do not think so highly of your own kin,” he said, a smug smirk pulling on the corners of his chiseled lips. His other hand came up to cup your cheek gently, the pad of his thumb brushing your lips. 

“Enough with the mummer's farce, Y/N. Are you not at least a little happy to see me, mh?” It was evident in his mocking tone that he did not really care much about your feelings. You were meant to marry him regardless of what you wanted. 

With pleading eyes, you looked at him, slowly nodding your head and allowing your guard to fall – even if only for a few seconds. “Y-Yes.”

“And do you not want to be a good, obedient wife to me?”

If his question did not already choke the air from your lungs, his hand fisting the skirts of your dress to lift it just enough for his hand to snake underneath certainly did. It was him harshly groping the flesh of your arse that caused you to speak again, forcing you without voicing a command. 

“I do.”

As his fingers started to drag over the dampened spot in the center of your smallclothes, he got all the confirmation he needed to proceed with his actions. The ministrations of his fingers grew in determination, dragging around your little bud in circular motions and eliciting soft whimpers to fall past your lips. As the pleasure rippled through your body, your hands grabbed the edge of the step beneath you, knuckles blanching from the force. 

Shame filled your veins, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, instead focusing on the throne in front of you. “I–,” you wanted to repeat your previous words, but your uncle was quick to cut you off. “Then let me be the first and only. You belong to me.” 

Any protest was once again silenced by your own gasp as two of his thick digits pushed the linen of your smallclothes aside, scarcely dragging through your soaked mound. Only when they were generously coated in your arousal, he eventually pushed them inside without a warning. 

“Gods,” you whimpered, tears brimming in your eyes as your maiden hole tried to adjust to the girth of his fingers. “P-Please…” You did not know what you were begging for. For him to leave you be or for him to give you more?

Maegor seemed to be at least a bit mindful when it came to your maidenhead, keeping his fingers still until they were buried to the hilt. You clenched around him tightly, which caused him to hiss through gritted teeth as if it was his cock plunging deep inside you and not his fingers, hardly preparing you for what was to come. 

“Please,” Maegor mocked you with a chuckle, pushing his lips forwards into a pout that feigned his pity. “You are so pretty when you beg, niece.” The ministrations of his fingers were slow, pulling out almost completely only to push right in again. The sounds of pleasure they forced from your throat were enough to drive the man next to you close to insanity. 

His head dipped forward, looking you down with a sharp expression that savored the sight of your face contorting in pleasure all because of him. Your body was torn between feeling hungry for him and being humiliated because of him, the interplay leaving you utterly confused, and longing to be filled by something else of his. 

When he withdrew his fingers from your cunt, they were glistening with your arousal. The warmth that slowly spread throughout your stomach had vanished just like that, and the whine that slipped past your lips at the loss of friction was the epitome of being pathetic. 

He brought his fingers up to his mouth, engulfing them with his lips and humming as if he enjoyed the finest Arbor red the castle had to offer. You squeezed your thighs to soothe the aching that burned between them at the sight, feeling empty and not at all satisfied. “So, so sweet,” he purred, the tone a stark contrast from the harsh one he had used before. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath he released in the following, the purple of his eyes almost eclipsed by black. 

Magor leaned in to nuzzle his nose along your cheek, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent he had missed so dearly for the past five years. 

The softness of his voice and the close contact had you losing yourself in his dominating presence, completely at his mercy. A kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before his bulky frame disappeared behind you, one leg bent at the knee while the other foot was planted firmly on the ground. Because he was so close, you felt him undoing the laces of his breeches, his hands bumping against your arse each time he pulled the strings loose. 

Your impatience got the worst of you, masked as a shiver traveling up your spine. You were not sure if you had to accommodate a girth wider or lesser than his fingers, but at this point you did not care. Your body longed for something you hadn’t felt before, and it needed it. Now. 

One of his hands darted to your hip, squeezing it harshly while the other wrapped around his hard member. Feeling the impatience take over your body, you pushed your hips back enough for the tip of him to prod at your hole, causing your teeth to sink into your bottom lip. 

As you turned your head to look at him from over your shoulder, your hooded eyes met his, a lazy smirk draped over his features. “That is all it takes to change your mind?” he mocked, stifling a grunt as he forced himself into your tightness, your maiden walls squeezing him. “Pathetic.” All of the sudden, his raspy voice was strained, having to restrain himself from pounding into you before he even filled you to the brim. You could see it in the way he set his jaw, forcing you to avert your eyes in fear.

You released a mixture of a whine and a shaky breath, the burning of the stretch prominent enough to cloud your mind and set your body on full alert. With both his paws on your hips, you could not even intervene or squirm away. Every ridge and vein of his cock dragged along your clenching walls as you accommodated the sheer size of his member, not making the stretch any more pleasurable. 

“S-Stop,” you whimpered. 

And Maegor actually listened, but only because he had bottomed out completely and needed a few moments to regain his composure, adapting to you squeezing him like a vice. “It will become more pleasant soon,” he grunted, trailing his hands up and down your sides in a comforting manner you did not know he possessed. “Trust me.”

The first snaps of his hips were neither hard nor fast, but deep and determined enough to brush that sweet spot inside of you your own fingers had not reached before. Having his breeches pulled down enough to free his cock and the sac of his stones, they slapped against your sensitive bud each time his hips met yours. 

With that pace, the burning slowly but surely turned into the pleasure your body had been asking for. 

Looking back at him once again, you were blessed with something you hadn’t seen before. A few strands of his usually neat, silver hair hung in front of his face, every now and then clinging to the few beads of sweat on his forehead before the tremors of his thrusts freed them again.

He felt you adjusting to his size, which prompted him to increase the pace to the point he was pounding you. Each impact forced your head to tip forwards and your knees to scrape across the stone floor, barely diminished by the skirt of your dress. 

Something you hadn’t anticipated was him bringing his hand in front of you to clasp around your throat. With the strength he possessed, his grip was tight, choking you regardless of him intending to do so or not.  

“I want you to look at the throne,” he commanded through gritted teeth, the choking and gasping sounds you made merely a dull noise in the background. “‘Tis the seat our son will sit in one day.”

His other arm snaked around your waist as he pulled your back flush against his firm chest, securing you and keeping you steady despite the reckless snaps of his hips. Mayhaps it was the possibility and danger of the Dowager Queens barging into the Throne Room or because you finally got what you had craved for more than five years, but your peak built in the pit of your stomach far too quickly for your own liking. 

“I am going to fuck you so full of my seed, making sure it will bear fruit.”

Maegor shifted his hips, angling them so he was thrusting upwards into you, which had his cock reaching even deeper than before, causing you to mewl and whine. Even if you wanted to, you could not reply, but with a renewed wave of your arousal dripping down his throbbing member and stones, you did not even have to.

“I-I–,” you stammered, his grip not loosening. It was a surprise you managed to inhale enough air to fill your lungs – mayhaps he was better at assessing his strength than you thought. 

“Go on,” he rasped, squeezing your throat in a rhythm that matched his hips, sensing your impending peak. 

It was embarrassing how quickly your peak took over at his words, rippling through you with soaring pleasure. Each time his stones hit your little bud, your overstimulated body tried to jerk away from him – but to no avail with his strong arm around your waist. 

Maegor watched in awe as your body trembled within his grasp, the tremors growing more apparent with each second he did not pull out. His mouth pressed to the side of your face, tongue licking a flat stripe from your jaw up to your temple. 

“You want my seed, niece?” he grunted into your ear, “want me to fuck a child into you? See your body swell with my seed?”

Finally loosening the grip he had on your throat to allow you to speak, you croaked a ‘seven hells, yes!’ into the chilly air of the Throne Room. “Put a babe in me… please,” you all but begged, turning your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him – enough to capture his lips with your own. 

The response of your body his and your own words elicited was pitiful, but it was just the truth. You wanted his child, the thought lingering in your mind for the past five years. Your walls trembled around him, choking him so tightly the bull of a man behind you had to take a deep breath to keep his composure. But all effort was fruitless when his pulsing cock spent itself inside of your quivering walls. 

Each of his grunts and groans was devoured by your lips on his, drinking them down as if they were the only things keeping you alive. Out of instinct, you started to roll your hips against his, prolonging his own peak as you milked him for every drop of his seed. 

Maegor was out of breath by the time his movements came to a stop, staying buried inside of you as if he meant to make sure his efforts bore fruit. And you relished in it, despite the vulnerable position it brought you in.

Tipping his forehead against your temple, he closed his purple eyes, breathing shakily before speaking, “merely pack the bare essentials for the travel. We shall depart for King’s Landing in the morrow… on dragon back."

Bowing your head once, you fixed your undergarments and dress once he had pulled out, sitting back on your haunches. With your back facing him, he did not notice the wide grin on your lips. 

Mayhaps then you finally were to witness the sight of Balerion’s shadow devouring Westeros' capital.

Maegor Taglist: @hypocritic-trash-baby @watercolorskyy @xxxkat3xxx @baedebnam @simonedk @heavenhatesme

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

In the fic where the reader won’t give Maegor their son, I can see him being similar to Aemond, in the sense of knowing that his father doesn’t love his mother and doing what he can to protect her.

I envision Maegor insisting to name their son Baelon in honor of his beloved dragon Balerion, hoping his son would one day claim him. He still placed a dragon egg in his cradle but when it did not hatch he grew more hopeful that Balerion was meant for his son.

Maegor was too busy killing people who rebelled against him and fighting wars and attempting to claim Dorne to be much of an important figure in his son’s life. Baelon was fully raised by his mother and occasionally his grandmother Visenya before she passed.

Baelon could see the toll of being married to his father is taking on his mother. When she visits she always returns with low spirits and some bruises. He then noticed the same thing happening with his father’s other wives. Baelon wanted nothing but to protect his mother.

He found moving to Dragonstone as the only solution and suggested he resumes his training there to his father who agreed without a second thought busy planning another ambush on Dorne and didn’t care that he was loosing one of his wives, she’ll be a dragon ride away anyways.

Baelon noticed his mother’s spirits rising on Dragonstone except when Maegor visits but she always reassures him that he had done what he could. Baelon never forgets what his mother has done for him, from the stories of how hard it was giving birth to him due to his size and her young age, then to the infamous story of the mother dragon as people called it when she refused to let his father touch him when he was born and Maegor having to literally sneak in to see him. He never forgets the times she stayed up for days by his side when he falls sick or the worry that etched on her face when he gets injured or how she always cleans his cuts, wipe his tears and encourages him to resume.

He never forgets how she always declines the betrothals his father tries to throw at him. And when he asks why she always respond with “ I want you to love and be loved, duty may be damned” Baelon never forgets what his mother did for him and he will repay her some day, he swears.

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

Imagine

How to do think, the Targaryen male/female would react to the opéra ?

I went to the opera today to see Mozart’s magic flute. (The ticket was much cheaper than a movie ticket) And I’ve seen Verdi’s Traviata.

And I have thinking, how would the Targaryen Men and Women react to opera or even ballet?

(The opera was created in the 17th century during the Baroque movement and classicism. Far from the Middle Ages and the Renaissance. The ballet dates from the 15th century so during the Renaissance)

Like, would Maegor stay until the end for his s/o? Even if he doesn’t like it? Or would he be interested in the tenors?

Would Daemon drink wine to try to pass the time while trying to make out with his s/o, who is trying to watch the show?

Would Rhaenyra be interested in the show?

There are so many questions and opportunities.

What do you think? I would like your opinion. (Whether you like opera or not)

(It is still an experience to live if you have the opportunity, otherwise there are videos on YouTube I advise Luciano Pavarotti for a music of the Traviata and for the magic flute, the youtube channel of the Royal opera house, and as part of the queen of the night).

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Maegor Targaryen x reader

It was not your choice or decision to marry Maegor the cruel. In fact you had already given your heart to another. A son of a lord. But in the seven kingdom everything is about power. Maegor needed the strength and support of your house, and your father wanted the cruel king to marry one of his daughters.

You along with your sisters were presented before the king. Your sisters dressed to attract the king, to get his attention and to tempt him. You, however, choose to dress modestly, thinking Maegor would not even look at you. Praying that he picks one of your sisters so that your path is clear to marry the man you love.

However, Maegor's eyes only remained on you. The girl who is clearly trying to not catch his attention. The girl who is longing to marry someone else. No matter how much your sisters tried they didn't manage to catch the King's eyes.

There was no way your father was going to oppose the marriage, not when he tried so hard to have his blood and name associated with the Targaryen.

Everything was happening fast. The man you love disappeared, probably killed or ran away to save himself from the cruel king. You had to move into the palace. The wedding preparations were happening. Your father started treating you as if you are the most precious and delicate jewel. Your sisters were taking every chance they got to insult you and express their jealousy. And then there is Maegor, your husband to be.

Maegor is pretty sure you have captured his heart. Whenever he can he would insist you join him for dinner or lunch. Just you two. He wants to know you better but you remain cold. He couldn't help but chuckle or smile in amusement whenever he sees you in your modest clothes, while your sisters and his other wives try to show as much skin as possible to gain his attention.

Most of his wives were jealous and felt threatened, while the rest felt relieved that Maegor's cruel eyes are not on them.

In a matter of short time you have witnessed Maegor's cruelty several times, not towards you but to those who tried to defy him or betray him. You even saw him cut a man in half right in the court room. You were scared. You were shaking.

And then came the wedding. Your father made you wear your house sigil on the wedding dress, embroidered in gold to show everyone how powerful his house is. He gave your hand to Maegor who then put his heavy Targaryen cloak on you. Throughout the ceremony your heart was beating like crazy.

Maegor had his arm around you throughout the feast. He could sense your anxiousness. Everyone showering you with gifts, gold, jewels, but none of them mattered, not when you felt like you are getting trapped in a cage with a cruel dragon.

For the bedding ceremony everyone was certain Maegor would do his absolute worst, just like he did to his other wives. Nobody cared though. And your family certainly didn't care. Your father told, no, ordered you to do your best to satisfy the beast of man. Your sisters eagerly waiting for you to get your "punishment" for taking the king away from them. Maegor however surprised everyone. Usually he prefers breaking the will of his wives and taming them, but not with you. He ordered everyone to leave, taking you by surprise. No one had the courage to say a word against it.

Maegor held you close, your back pressed against his chest as he felt you up, whispering how he can't wait to claim you. You want to push him away but you can't, and also your body has started to betray you. Maegor knows it. He soon learned how your body likes to be touched. You almost stopped breathing when he took off your dress. Normally he would have ripped it, but not this time. You both remembered all the you covered yourself completely hoping Maegor would not choose you, but here you are now, naked and soon to be claimed by him.

Tears rolled down your face when Maegor slowly claimed you. You felt like you were getting ripped and torn. You wanted to scream but only soft moans left your lips. Maegor pinning you down to the bed and kissing you while he thrust in and out of you. He looked so proud when you reached your climax, showing you, telling you how it was just the beginning.

The next morning you woke up feeling sore and exhausted. Maegor was not there but he did order the maid to take good care of you before he left. You were barely out of the bed when your father barged in with a maester. He was really happy to see the blood on the bedsheet, the proof that the bedding ceremony was a success and Maegor has claimed you.

For a moment you thought your father brought the maester to check if you were okay after what happened the previous night. But you were wrong. The maester was there to check if Maegor has properly "claimed" you and see if everything with you is okay to survive a pregnancy, to give Maegor the heir he so desperately wants and to ensure your father's blood gets to sit on the iron throne.

It's the first time in your life you have said "no" to your father. You refuse to go through that humiliation. At first your father was in disbelief, tried to laugh it off and ordered you to lay on the bed for the maester. Something inside you snapped. You called the guards standing outside the door and ordered them to take away your father and lock him in his room, and throw the maester in a cell. The guards obeyed you without any questions. The first time in your life you stood up for yourself. You felt the weight on your shoulders slightly lifting.

The news instantly reached Maegor. He was surprised and proud, but also angry. Your father had no right over you after your wedding, and what he did or was about to do not only insults you but also insults the king.

Maegor didn't visit you that night, in fact you didn't see him the entire day. But the next morning he asked you to go for a walk with him. You were surprised when he took you to his dragon, Balerion. Your first time seeing a dragon so close. Maegor grabbed your hand and took you closer, telling you the black dread won't hurt you. And he was right. The dragon didn't show any sign of anger or annoyance when Maegor put your hand on him. Even Maegor was surprised. You were amazed how something so big and scary was just resting so peacefully. But the dragon soon sat up when the guards dragged the maester to him.

Maegor holding you close, telling you he will protect you and punish anyone who hurt you in any way. The maester begged for his life but couldn't even finish two sentences before Balerion set him on fire.

You knew exactly what was coming next. Your family. The cruel look in Maegor's eyes told you he had something planned for your father and the rest of the family as well. You can't beg. You won't beg. But you can't just let them die.

That night Maegor visited you. You hate to admit how your body betrays you every time he touches you.

Once Maegor was asleep right next to you you pulled out a dagger from under your pillow. Your heart beating fast as you saddled him carefully pressed the dagger against his throat. You have never taken a life. You have never even killed a life. But you were certain that killing Maegor would spare hundreds of innocent lives.

You almost gathered up all your courage to slit his throat, about to apply pressure when Maegor gave you a small crooked smile which turned into an evil one when he opened his eyes. "Do it. Kill me," He smiled at you. He grabbed your hand and applied pressure against his neck, causing the dagger to slightly cut the skin. "If you don't kill me now then I will never let you go. I will claim you every night. And I will kill anyone who dares to even look at you in the wrong way."

You were at a loss for words. You don't want your family to die but also you can't kill Maegor.

He felt your grip on the dagger loosen. He quickly flipped you, and now you are the one pinned on the beg and he was on top of you. He snatched the dagger and pressed it against your neck and his other hand pinning both your arms above your head.

He let out a soft but cruel laugh before kissing you. You don't know why but you kissed him back. Maybe you were lying to yourself. Maybe you can see yourself being his wife. Maybe you could see yourself loving this cruel dragon one day.

Maegor never felt so satisfied before then he did when he fucked you with the dagger pressed against your neck. He knew you were the one for him when you cum while he teased you with the dagger. He knew behind all your modesty and innocence there was a part who craved the mad dragon.

Maegor was there when you woke up the next morning. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you closer to him. Both of you naked, your back pressed against his chest. He put the dagger in your hand, taking you by surprise. After last night you were certain he would remove everything from your reach which you could use as a weapon.

"One day you will decide to punish your family for all their crimes against you, and that day you will need this," Maegor kissed you as he made you hold the dagger. "And I won't stop you...my queen"

Part 2? Idk

[alannybunnue]

I imagine yandere Maegor pressuring Mermaid!Reader into baring him children. So I was thinking reader shrugs says okay and a couple weeks later hands him a bucket full of mermaid eggs. Then Maegor is like “wtf is this?” And reader goes “the children you asked for. They will hatch soon if you keep the eggs in salt water.” Cut to three weeks later Maegor now has seven newborn children with are a mix of Targaryen and mermaid features. And reader tells Maegor that she’s ready to grow more eggs.

She simply doesn't give a shit, she in breeding mode for the rest of her life with Maegor.

They were made each other FOR REAL-

[asa-do-your-thing]

Hi! Here on your blog for the first time!

I saw your fic idea list and I am amazed by the range of your ideas.

I would like to know more about the following fics -

• Aemond falling in love with a female ghost

• Criston x greek mythology reader or was it Criston x reader but make it greek mythology

Sorry, my memory is too short!

Thanks for writing and sharing your fanworks with us!

Hi dear! Thank you so much for your kind words! Sorry for the delay, we're currently in an intense heatwave and I couldn't bring myself to write. Here's the first story - keep your eye on my blog and the second one should appear soon as well. I'm sorry if it's OOC or feels weird - I have never been able to master the craft of writing scary stories.

"Princess of Sorrows "

Aemond Targaryen x F! OC - 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: death, supernatural beings, ghosts, slight angst, mentions executions, mentions suicide, also MAEGOR (although not explicitly).

The room was hollow yet imposing, as if the walls were made of solid stone and stretched for leagues. Flickering candles illuminated its contours, adding an eerie quality to the opulence of the mahogany furniture and heavy tapestries. In areas where shadows lurked deepest in the chamber, mythical creatures seemed to move like ghosts in a faint fog, ever out of reach. At the far end, an ornate fireplace filled the room with warmth, while in the center lay Prince Aemond Targaryen's bed. It was large and majestic, boasting fine silk sheets and a down-filled mattress, surrounded by exotic objects that glowed like spectres in the night.

A painting of a woman with long white hair and crown stars perched atop her head hung on the wall like a menacing reminder of days long gone. She was draped in a rusted wine gown and stared out from the painting with an emotionless, yet weary gaze. Her white eyebrows were knitted together as if she were about to unleash some indescribable fury on whoever had painted her. He had never heard any tales about the painting; but he swore, it seemed to have been there even before he was born. It watched him intently, like a dark sentinel guarding his chamber. He had taken to referring to the woman as the "Princess of Sorrows".

As he sat there in the shadows, pouring through ancient books telling the Targaryen family's stories, Aemond felt a frosty chill ripple down his spine. Occasionally he had the sense that secretive eyes were watching him, and then he'd have to hold his breath until the sensation faded away. Even though his dread was mounting, Aemond never spoke of it out loud. He feared doing so would only manifest its presence further. It was on one of those nights when the moon shone brightly, that Aemond swore he saw a silhouette in the corner of his eye turning the page of a book. His heart skipped a beat as he jumped to his feet armed with a sword, but the figure had suddenly vanished, leaving behind the whisper of skirts. He stayed still waiting for its return, but nothing stirred. Was it all just his overactive imagination? No one could tell.

The next morning, he hesitantly dispatched one of his guards to scour the palace. But not a single one among the thousand women living there resembled the figure he thought he had seen. He was now more certain than ever that his chambers were haunted, yet still afraid to accept it and acknowledge his fear of the dead. Evening after evening, he sent the guard back again and kept his hand firmly grasping his sword. Days passed, yet nothing changed: Alone in the chamber, the Princess of Sorrows seemed lost within her thoughts...and then suddenly, as soon as he started feeling at ease, he'd catch a glimpse of her again. He was determined to unravel this mystery that was plaguing him, but didn't know how to proceed. He kept his guard close by and searched for any other signs of her presence - all in vain.

Finally, after weeks of haunted nights, Aemond had had enough. He gave the silent command and all his guards began their search anew, combing every inch of the palace for any sign of something out of place. But nothing emerged. Defeated and discouraged, they returned to Aemond but he seemed unfazed by the lack of results. He still felt that something was lurking in the dark shadows, hidden from his sight. He kept a keen eye on every corner as he patrolled with his sword, when suddenly one night he spotted something strange darting away from him. Instantly he leapt into action and charged after this mysterious being, running through the darkened halls in pursuit.

As he ran, he felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He had no idea what he was chasing, but he was determined to catch it. The sound of his own footsteps echoed through the halls, and he felt the cool night air whipping past his face. His mind was racing, trying to anticipate his prey's moves. It was then that he saw her again: the Princess of Sorrows, darting ahead of him like a wraith, her crimson gown fluttering behind her.

He took off like a raging bull, stampeding through the castle without regard for consequence. She ran with grace and agility, always managing to stay one step ahead of him. His lungs burned and his heart pounded as he pressed on, determined to catch her this time. Time seemed to stand still as he lurched around corner after corner, hearing nothing but her echoing laughter in response. Eventually, she came to a dead end near his chambers and before she could turn tail and flee, he had her cornered.

He charged towards her, sword swinging. Stopping just short of her, he could feel the heat radiating off her. Her long white hair framed an angelic face, illuminated in the orange light of the torches. Her eyes were like galaxies, dark and deep with a sorrow that seemed to tear through him. She wore a gown of blood-red silk, and in her hands, she grasped a rose as white as snow. Aemond stood frozen in time; mesmerized by this beautiful apparition.

Aemond stood there, his breath caught in his throat as he gazed upon her beauty. He had been taught to fear this entity, but she seemed almost...human. He reached for the sword at his side and found it forgotten. "My... Lady?" he said, not sure what title would be appropriate for such a mysterious figure. The Princess of Sorrows met his gaze with a small, yet pained smile before disappearing back into the mist. Anger boiled within Aemond's veins as he marched back into his chamber, eyes fixed on the portrait of this wretched princess - her face still contorted in pain and anger.

The days seemed to fly by in a frenzied fever, yet the nights crept past with an agonizing slowness. Aemond yearned for the darkness; unable to sleep as he waited for her to appear. He was up before the sun, lost in thought in the shadows of his chamber, desperate for any sign of her presence. Though scared and uncertain, she had him in an unbreakable spell - he couldn't shift his gaze from her as they shared their clandestine tete-a-tetes.

He started to notice delicate shifts in her gestures - the way she'd linger in front of a painting as if it were speaking to her, or gaze out of the window with an enigmatic expression. He realized then that this mysterious creature had feelings like his own, and emotions and thoughts he could barely comprehend.

Aemond found himself captivated by the woman's delicate figure, her perfectly coiffed hair and petite features. Every time he saw her from afar, his heart raced as he walked closer to her in order to get a better look. He opened his mouth each time, but his courage failed him and she seemed to sense it; she quickly faded away like a phantom into the shadows, leaving Aemond perplexed and dejected.

In desperation, Aemond ventured out into King's Landing’s most notorious street - Flea Bottom - seeking out mystical knowledge from an old witch who gave him a spell that will trap any ghost in place if used correctly. Armed with newfound knowledge Aemond returned back to his chambers determined to get closer to the Princess of Sorrows and uncover the secrets that surrounded this captivating creature who had stolen his heart without even uttering a single word.

Aemond cast the spell within his chambers and sure enough, the Princess of Sorrows appeared before him looking less translucent than she had been previously. Her features were clearer, her skin more visible and her eyes filled with a mysterious and deep emotion. Aemond was taken aback at this new transformation; he had never seen the ghostly figure looking so lifelike. She stood there in her usual red gown and her touch was cold and clammy. It made Aemond's skin crawl whenever she got too close to him.

The Princess turned to Aemond, her gaze filled with sadness as if something inside of her was crying out for help "Why did you trap me?" she asked him. He could not bring himself to answer, instead he asked: "Why are you haunting me? What do you want from me?" The princess’s expression softened and she replied: "Your death is near, I only wanted to warn you."

Aemond felt his heart break at those words - the ghostly figure seemed almost too familiar now. He took a step closer to her, desperate for answers yet still wary of what he might uncover. The Princess watched him curiously but said nothing - it was clear that she would not offer any more information until Aemond answered her own question first.

Aemond inhaled sharply, his face grim. "I trapped you because I wanted to find out your secrets," he uttered darkly, his voice like a whisper in the night. His hungry gaze bore into hers and her heart raced. Slowly she nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes," she murmured softly. "There is much more hidden underneath my surface than meets the eye - mysteries only time will unravel. But I cannot tell you now."

Aemond felt his heart breaking as she uttered the words. He had been so certain that she would be able to bring him the answers he so desperately sought. Yet here she was, still refusing to tell him what it was that she seemed to know. How could someone be so secretive and why? His voice betraying his emotion, Aemond asked again, "Please, just tell me what you're keeping from me! What are you hiding?"

The Princess of Sorrows sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging, tears welling up in her eyes. "There are things in this world that are better left unsaid," she replied cryptically. "Things that would only bring more pain and heartache if they were revealed."

Aemond frowned, not satisfied with her answer. He took a step closer to her, his eyes searching hers. "Please," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Help me understand. I am willing to listen, no matter what the cost."

The Princess of Sorrows hesitated for a moment before finally nodding her head. "Very well," she said, her voice eerily calm. "But be warned, you might pay dearly for it, dear Prince."

Aemond felt a shiver run down his spine at her words, but he didn't falter. He was determined to learn the truth, no matter what it might cost him. "I'm ready," he said, his voice steady.

The Princess of Sorrows sighed as she prepared to tell her story. "We had a love that was forbidden," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "It was passionate and fiery, yet we managed to keep it hidden from those who would have forbidden us. But our luck did not last. They found out and I was forced into marriage while he...he was put to death." Her voice trailed off as tears spilled down her face.

Aemond listened in stunned silence, his heart breaking for the pain and suffering this woman had endured. He could see the pain etched into her features, the sorrow in her eyes. "Who was your husband?" he asked softly, knowing that he was treading on dangerous ground.

The Princess of Sorrows hesitated before finally replying. "He was your ancestor," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He was a Targaryen prince, just like you."

Aemond felt his world come crashing down around him. He had always been proud of his family's history, of their legacy. But now...now he felt tainted, stained by the sins of his ancestors.

"Who was he?" he asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Princess of Sorrows looked at him with a sad smile. "Maegor was my brother," she said softly. "And my husband."

Aemond felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He stumbled back, his mind reeling with the revelation. "How...how could this be?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "And what of you?" he asked, his voice soft. "What happened to you after you were forced into marriage?"

The Princess of Sorrows let out a bitter laugh as she wiped away her tears. "I was never truly alive after that," she said, her voice hollow. "I tried to make the best of my situation, but every day was a struggle. My husband was cruel and abusive, and I spent most of my days trying to avoid him. But eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be free, to escape the pain and suffering that had become my life. And so, I did the only thing I could do - I jumped from my dragon and ended it all."

Aemond felt a lump form in his throat as he listened to her tragic tale. He couldn't imagine what it must have been like for her, to have lived through such pain and torment. "I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I had no idea."

The Princess of Sorrows gave him a sad smile. "It's alright," she said softly. "You couldn't have known. But now that you do, you must pay the price."

Aemond felt a chill run down his spine at her words. "What price?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The Princess of Sorrows looked at him with a steely gaze. "You must be my lover," she said, her voice cold and firm. "And you must die."

Aemond felt his entire being freeze. Time seemed to stop as he heard her words. He couldn't process the meaning, but before he could act on his confusion, he felt the Princess of Sorrows grab him and pull him close. Her eyes were intense and mesmerizing, trapping him in their embrace. Slowly, she leaned towards him and pressed her lips against his. Aemond felt an indescribable sensation course through every inch of his body. It was a strange combination of pain and pleasure, as though something was being taken from him, some essence that he had never known existed until now, flowing gently from him into her.

Early next morning, two guards stumbled upon the lifeless body of Aemond on his grandiose bed. His mouth was agape, his eyes still open in horror as if he had seen a ghost. The maester pronounced him dead due to a mysterious heart failure that was brought about by some unknown force. Despite performing several tests, the maester could not find any clarity as to what had caused Aemond's demise.

Viserra's portrait hung above them, no longer frowning angrily but grinning widely instead. Despite the cheerful canvas painting, the mood in the room was somber as they all mourned Aemond's death; a death that had brought about by one woman's hard-fought desire for freedom after years of agony and servitude. No one noticed the strange smile cast down upon them or how it seemed to cast an ominous feeling around the gathering. Shrouded in grief, each person gathered in this chamber lost in their own sorrow and despair; unable to comprehend what had happened and why it had been allowed to occur.