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Storm's End 2

HOTD Masterlist

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Strong!Reader

Summary: your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Warnings: Cursing, use of the word bastard, angst, heavy, canon level incest, thoughts about dying, mentions of bedding, and more, dark fic, Aemond is unhinged, rape, non-con, minors engaging in sexual activities, mentions of a minor in a pleasure house, maiming, blood, violence, victim blaming, self blame, and other very dark things. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4,7 k

Notes: Ufff It seems I can’t do one shots anymore, I think this required another third part because I didn’t want to make it so long.

They say that when you are dying, all your life passes right through your eyes, making you relive all those moments, and the way you felt

Now you are able to say, that it wasn’t that accurate

Because all you could see was HIM

His head on your lap while you read to him in High Valyrian under the heart tree 

You turning to him with a smile on your face the first time Karnax obeyed your command, the way he smiled back

The time you grabbed his hand and patted Karnax’s snout making him purr 

But suddenly you were that frightened little girl in that tunnel in Driftmark

“no! stop it!”, you screeched, as Aemond had your older brother grabbed by his vest and he held a rock in his hand

“stop it!”, you begged him again, he threw his hand back to gain momentum and he hit you in the face with the rock

You wailed and cried, your face burning, a warm liquid filling your mouth with a metallic taste, blood pouring from your nose 

Because of you your brother grabbed the knife, to avenge you, because of you baby Lucerys jumped at Aemond and slashed his eye off of his face

Soon you were not the only one crying bitterly

Soon some gloved, adult hands grabbed you and lifted you from the ground and took you to a maester 

Soon you were seated across from Aemond, as the maester sewed his missing eye shut, his remaining eye didn’t leave your face, his mouth twisted in a dark mock

He didn't even blinked, he barely reacted when the needle pierced his skin over and over

While you only got a bloody nose.

Deeper into the night, after the maester sneaked you a bit of milk of the poppy, you woke up when you could no longer breathe, feeling a weight over your chest, when you opened your eyes the first thing you saw was Aemond’s scowl, the slash on his face still bright red. 

“Aemond?”, you called, then he took a knife off his belt, you screeched but he placed his hand in your throat, “what’s happening?”, you cried, “I want my mom”

“Why was I the only one who lost something?”, he asked bitterly, “the only one scarred”

“You have Vhagar”, you whined

“I didn't stole her”, he clarified

“I know”, you said

“perhaps I should scar you too”

“You mom scarred mine”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek, “please don’t”, you cried 

Aemond looked down at you, you didn’t know what he was thinking, you only stood still, afraid. Your uncle seemed to ponder about something, thinking, analyzing, and then , with the hand that hold the dagger, he grabbed the covers and retired them, you were sleeping only in your loose nightshirt, 

You were eight and he was ten, he grabbed the dagger, you were so scared you didn’t even move, you only cried and whined when he carved an “A” into your thigh

“Now you are scarred like me”, he said with an even voice, and an uneven stare, looking down at you like he was bored.

Even though you thought the Red Keep was your home, you were so relieved when your mom told all of you that you were going to live in Dragonstone from now on. You were now scared of your own uncle, of your friend, and therefore you managed to conceal your mark, never showing it to your parents 

The next part of your memories were only a few weeks back, when you return for the first time to the Red Keep, to defend your own right to inherit Driftmark

You were lucky you were the only one that looked like a Targaryen

But Lord Vaemond Velaryon’s words still hurt 

As he screamed bastard and whore to the entire court, you couldn’t help but look up at your uncle, feeling his gaze on you.

And before that in the training yard

That is when the uneasiness began, his gaze on you, that same smirk, like he was mocking you, and Jace, you were barely a year younger than your brother, he was only a year younger and yet, it seemed like Aemond was ages your senior, in abilities, in knowledge, in maturity, in everything

Perhaps that is why he was so amused

He seemed to mock you, to pity you, to be amused of how much of your childhood you still carried with you

You hugged yourself as Vaemond cursed you and your mother, and you felt his gaze on you the entire time

But then Daemon slayed Vaemond in front of all of you, Jacey, before you could see anything, he grabbed you and hid your face on his chest, to prevent you from looking at your now dead great uncle 

Soon the impression on Aemond passed, as he watched in anger that bastard touching you, protecting you

He couldn’t stand the thought of you with someone else other than him.

That’s why he asked his mother, to ask Rhaenyra for your hand that very afternoon, right before the dinner 

You couldn’t even eat, not with his gaze on you, you kept looking up at him, as he drank you in your black leather dress at the same time he drank from his cup. He didn’t not even for a second, let his gaze off of you.

You mother saw this, and grabbed your arm gently, and whispered to you what he wanted, that he asked for your hand 

When your face twisted in fear and anguish, your mother’s changed to that of concern, then you both looked at Aemond across the table, and he could see in your faces, what the answer was going to be.

So fueled by anger and resentment, he stood from his chair and toasted to the health of his Strong nephews, and he looked directly at you when he said this.

“To the health of my nephews and sweet niece, my the gods keep them handsome, wise and Strong, she will need her strength, to bear my children after we are married”, he said with a smirk, and the entire table shared concerned looks

“WHAT?”, growled Daemon, looking at Rhaenyra

Whole hell broke loose

You tried to stop Jace, but he wouldn’t hear of it, he went for Aemond to defend your honor and he pushed him away like he was a doll 

“Stop it!”, You begged him, after helping Jace on his feet you put yourself in between them Aemond walked towards you and grabbed you by the neck, he didn’t squeeze, he didn’t choke you, but you could see the anger in his eye

“You think you have a choice?”, he whispered to you, “I think you should see the scar in your leg to remind yourself of who you belong to”, But a leather hand grabbed Aemond’s arm roughly, you looked to the side and there was Daemon

“Get your hands off my daughter”, he whispered dangerously, and in the background, you could hear everyone screaming in desperation, specially Alicent 

You were already crying, but he released you, smiling wickedly.

He had a face to face with Daemon, who put you behind him to protect you

“Over my dead body you will marry her”, he promised, Aemond only looked at you, and then he exited the room 

Your mother send you home with your siblings that very night, scared of her own brother 

And then as you took to the skies in the night you were suddenly transported to the last time you saw him

Aemond standing in front of you, 

You were still in Storm’s End Hall, but there was no one else besides the both of you, you were alone. You wanted to speak, but couldn’t 

“My beautiful, bastard, niece”, his words made you wince

You didn't know why you were here, is this what it was like to die? it felt like you were dreaming

“Why?”, you whispered, he tilted his head, amused, “Why do you hate me so much?”, you manage to ask, “I never did anything to you”

“I don’t hate you”, he said simply, “I’m just treating you like you deserve to be treated”, you frowned, “you are just a bastard, mine to toy with, mine to torment”

“Nobody deserves to be treated like that”, you fought, “is not my fault”, you whined, he only smirked, with a smooth movement he retrieved from inside his leather vest the dagge 

“You are nothing, only the bastard daughter of a pretender who will never be Queen, strutting around the keep, with your bastard siblings”, a tear fell down your eye

“Is not my fault”, you cried, you believed him, a sadness taking a grip on you, you gasped for air as an inexplicable sorrow took a hold on you, “is not my fault!”, you cried, soon you couldn’t breath, you felt someone had a tight grip on your throat, you couldn’t breathe

You gasped for air, but something was preventing you from taking the oxygen you needed, you dried heaved, until you managed to throw up

Your body convulsed trying to expel the water from within your lungs, you tossed and turned until you finally manage to turn in the sand and threw up the salt water from within you 

That is how you came to your senses again, disoriented, feeling sick, and clouded, and cold

So so cold

“So cold”, your voice sounded like a broken bagpipe, you tried to grab onto something, but your hand grabbed rocks and sand, you could barely see around you, it was all dark, it was late, and it was cold

You were soon aware that you were back in the land of the living, if you were dead, you wouldn't be in pain, you wouldn’t be so aware of your numb extremities, from the cold, the adrenaline, and the fact that you felt like you had been ran over by a herd of horses 

You took your time to gather your bearings, to take deep breaths and expel the salty taste from your mouth, so sharp it clouded your mind even more 

For some reason, even the stranger had forgotten you

once you managed to regain the mobility of your arms and legs, you turned around 

“Karnax?”, you called, as you whimpered, feeling your loss in your chest, making it tight and hurt, as memories of the last moments coming back to you

“KARNAX?”, you called desperately, but you knew it was of no use, your dragon had been ripped apart by Vhagar, and it was a miracle that you were still alive 

Then you stopped, maybe shouting and drawing attention back to you, wasn’t the brightest of ideas. But as you looked into the stormy sea, bitter tears fell down your eyes

Your baby dragon was gone, the one who had been with you since you were born. 

You couldn’t stand on your own legs, you tried to, but failed.

You shivered, and tried to hug yourself

it was some miracle that the waves and current had dragged you to a small piece of beach with dark sands, rather than the rockery all around you 

But you soon realize it wasn’t a miracle 

You saw something, someone moved in your peripheral view, and you got a feeling…

Aemond walked towards you slowly

It had stopped raining but he was still wet as you were, his wet silvery locks stuck to the edges of his face and his clothes, all leather, protected him from the rain, he had taken off his eyepatch, and the sapphire gleamed even in the dark

You haven't yet recovered the feeling to your legs, but scared out of your mind you tried to crawl back, away from him. he smiled, wickedly, as he walked towards you 

“Get away from me!”, you whined, but he stopped on your leg meanly, preventing you from advancing away from him. He only hummed, entertained

He looked like a creature that had come from the bottom of the ocean, front he pits of hell, he had resurfaced just to drag you back with him. He had come from your deepest nightmares

He leaned down towards you, you tried to fight him off, but he wouldn’t budge, he grabbed you tightly, roughly, tears fell down your eyes when he dragged you to him in a wicked embrace 

“NO!”, you screamed squirming, trying to get away from him, “Why would you do that?”, you cried, bitter tears that burned your cheeks fell down your eyes, “My Karmax, my dragon, he was gentle, fair tempered, he never hurt anyone! He was good! Why did you do this? HE LOVED YOU AS HE DID ME! YOU KILLED HIM!”, you screamed, desperately fighting against him, to release yourself from his grasp

“He was weak and small, so are you”, he mocked in your ear

“WHO CARES ABOUT THAT?”, you felt physical pain in your chest, “he was my soulmate”, he manhandled you until he was face to face with you, he grabbed your jaw forcefully

“You have other things to worry about”, he growled, and you whimpered in his hold, trying to get away from him, but still you couldn’t, he was stronger than you, and you were completely destroyed 

“please”, you whimpered, “you killed my dragon…”, his eye darkened even more, his expression was now the one of a man enraged 

“Don’t you dare to even think we are even”, he growled, he then smirked darkly, “but after this we might”

The night was awfully calm, strangely so, and it was ridiculous you would think about something like that in a moment like this, but here you were 

Because you knew what was about to happen

You only cried when Aemond threw you on the sandy floor, the hit numbing you partially, more than you were already. Aemond looked down at you for the very first time, in all this years, you saw him smile, he didn't smirk, he smiled widely, openly, you could see his teeth

“Please”, you begged him, to just leave you alone

“I love it when you beg”, he ceremoniously removed his long leather jacket, and left it gently on the floor 

“I never did anything to you”, you whined, tears kept falling from your eyes and he finally jumped you, like a lion to his prey.

You tried to fight him off but you were so tired, so drained of all your energy, you couldn’t

You whined against him, but he didn't care, he never did, why would he do now?

He took the dagger off his belt, and for a fraction of a second you felt relieved, he was going to slice your neck and be done with it, but no, he sliced your riding pants instead, you tried to kick him, but barely moved him.

He got tired of your antics and grabbed you by the neck roughly

You whined and trashed, but he wouldn’t let go, soon the inability to breathe make you dizzy, losing the little strength you had left 

“Please Uncle”, you managed to let out, cheeks wetted with your tears, the salty air making your skin burn

But he wouldn’t let go, he looked down a you with a sick satisfaction that make you whimper once more, as you were bare from the waist down

You never had high expectations regarding your first time with a man, you had heard from the Septas that it was your duty as a wife to please your husband in that matter, they had also said that it won’t be pleasant, that pleasure is not something you must seek

That the act of bedding was only to produce heirs

But with your sibling, Jace in particular, you had seen and read things, fueled by your curiosity, and you found out that it was quite pleasurable, for people that worked in the skin trade anyways…

You knew you had no expectations, but still

You never expected this

He undid his pants, releasing his manhood, it was big, thick, long, the tip red and angry, and even looking at it make you cry even more

“No please”, you managed to say, Aemond could see you were running out of air, so he released you just a little

He needed you conscious

“Please don’t do this, please”, you begged and begged, and he rebelled in it, he placed himself between your thighs, making you hurt

But the worst part was yet to come

“Why wouldn’t I?”, he mocked

While he still had you by the neck, the other went between your legs, yout thighs shook when you felt him, trying to introduce one of his fingers, it was uncomfortable, and it burned 

You were dry

And he seemed to enjoy it

“Noooo”, you babbled, as you started hiccuping because of your distress, he only hummed. Pleased, with the situation, with you, or whatever

He fisted his cock only a couple of times, and gave you no reprieve.

He give you no space to move, no space to escape, 

You shrieked in pain, the burn felt like nothing you had experienced before, you cried out as he ripped you open for him 

“No! it burns, please”, you begged, “it hurts!”, you cried, you scream bloody murder

“Fuck”, he cursed, a sick smile on his lips

“Why?”, you cried, tears falling, whimpers being drawn, “Why?”, he paid no mind to you, only retrieved yourself and you almost thought that he was going to free you from this torment

Only for him to thrust into you even more roughly than before 

You shrieked, as Aemond looked down for when your bodies were united and smiled when he saw the blood pouring from you. But he almost caught a glimpse of the mark he had drawn in your skin all those years ago. 

“Now you are just a whore”, he said, satisfied with himself, again thrusting into you, “do you think Cregan Stark will want you now?”, he mocked

He kept fucking you, raping you, and the only thing in your mind to distract you from the pain was… why? Why did he hate you so much? if your dreams were to give you any clarity… which you doubted 

“I’m sorry uncle”, you whispered, as he retrieved himself from you and then pushed again inside you, making you cry out

“I don’t care”

“I’m sorry”, you repeated again, and then again, like a mantra while he defiled you, while he took you against your will in that beach 

“Come on, come for me, like the little wanting whore I know you are”, but you were far from it, you were still in pain, and your body reacted accordingly, trying to soothe you, lubricating itself to help you cope. He found your clit, pinching it and rubbing it roughly, too rough to be pleasurable, but it still helped. 

Your head fell to the side, looking at the waves, so far yet so close, you wanted to get lost in them, as the rough sway of Aemond against you, you saw the waves coming and going with almost the same speed.

Until he grabbed your jaw and make you look back at him

The unhinged look in his eye, his growls and gasps 

You grabbed the wrist of the hand that had you by the neck and you looked into his eyes, almost defiantly, and what you found in them scared you even more

You felt him deep in your belly, your insides were on fire you wanted to throw up, but the salty taste of all the sea water you drank was still present, giving you no reprieved

“Please stop”, you begged one more time, “please uncle, it hurts”

“Shh”, he only shushed you, he leaned in and kissed you, for the very first time, ever

His wet lips were a welcoming distraction, but not even in the kiss you felt relief, feeling only dread, desperation and anger 

He bit on your lower lip, apparently the blood of your maidenhead wasn’t enough, he needed to taste it in his mouth too

You thought it was never going to end

Until finally his movements became sloppy, his eye rolled and he grabbed your neck even tighter 

You felt him, deep inside you, ropes of his seed filling your womb

You cried even harder, moving more than before

He stood planted deep inside you for endless minutes, looking down at you, analyzing your face, and every expression on it, you only cried softly, your body tight with pain and trauma.

“i have to make sure it takes”, he mocked, and your shrieked shortly, “I told you I was going to give you my bastard”

You looked away from him, barely imagining how it was going to be like to bring shame to the family in that way.

Weak

You had let him do this to you

If only you were stronger

He finally released you, you whispered one more time when he took himself off of you

You felt a thick substance leaking off of you, and you could only imagine what it was

Aemond stood up, as he fixed his pants, you barely could roll to the side, hugging yourself, to look at the waves

You felt dizzy, nauseous, in pain and cold

And if you had something in your stomach you would have throw it out

But you didn’t 

You felt his gaze on you again, you tried to ignore him, thinking faintly on how you are going to survive this, how you were going to go back home

To your family

They were going to love you no matter what, you knew this, and if Aemond tried to say the opposite, you were not going to believe him

Aemond didn't move, he only looked at you, the soft, musty wind hit your face, making you whimper in cold, but still, you laid there, unmovable, you could feel him moving, placing his jacket back on him, taking his time, and yet, you didn't move. Then he leaned in, and you tried to squirm away, but he grabbed you easily

“You either come with me, or I leave you here”, he whispered in your ear, you didn't move, you just stayed there, laying in the sand, he came into your frame, as you stared down at the beach. You were not an idiot, if he left you here, it is probable you were not going to make it, you were far away from everything, you had no dragon, another storm was coming

But going with him is unthinkable

Yet you didn't move 

You saw his boots walking away from you, and then, they stopped

He looked back at you

You were stubborn

“Your Grace”, greeted the woman shakily, bowing to the Queen. Rhaenyra had unshed tears in her eyes 

Daemon barely managed to get her out of her chambers. They had no news of you, and that is what scared them, they assumed the worse

“You are Lady Alyne Felwood, are you not?”, she asked, she did not mind to present herself like this, she hasn't brushed her hair, she hadn't even bathed, she wasn’t wearing her crown, still crying in front of that woman, a woman whose family was of the Stormlands, sworn to House Baratheon

“I am, indeed”

“Are you not sworn to House Baratheon?”, spitted Daemon by her side, looking as imposing now that his sweet wife couldn’t 

“I was”, you whispered, “I was a part of the court of House Baratheon, and I was there that day when…”, Rhanyra’s gaze that had been on the table looked up at her, alarmed

“You were there?”, she asked, tears falling freely, the lady barely nodded

“I was”, she whispered, she looked within herself, to tell the tale as softest as she could, she did not want to bring her more pain, “I was there when the princess entered the Hall, unfortunately, Prince Aemond…”, she stopped to see their reaction, Daemon grabbed the pommel of his sword tightly, and Rhanyra whimpered, “had been there for hours when she arrived”

“It was him?”, she asked, Alyne barely nodded 

“She made her case to Lord Borros, but one-eye had already made his own, offering his own, or his brother’s Daeron’s hand in marriage”, she said, “Lord Borros mocked the princess when she had nothing of the sort to offer him, and that is when…”, she paused, she might lose her head for this, in a “kill the messenger” situation, but she came her for a reason, “Aemond interrupted”

“What was said?”, asked Daemon impatiently, tired of the pauses

“He said that her brother had a debt to pay, that he wanted her to pay instead” 

“What debt?”, she asked

“He said that he wanted a payment of blood”

“He slayed her…?”, cried Rhaenyra, but the lady shook her head

“He said he was going to take her maidenhead, and send you their sheets with her blood in it”, Rhaenyra whimpered, grabbing onto the painted table, “he tried to go to her but lord Borros intervened, he commanded her to be taken back to her dragon, she exited hastily, but so did he…”

“He demanded her maidenhead? And they let him go after her?”, she cried

“The guards on the battlements told Lord Borros that they have heard shouting, laughs and screams, and… a shriek of a Dragon”, Rhaenyra covered her mouth in an attempt to swallow her cries

“my little girl”, she cried, and Daemon hugged her tightly, hiding her face on his chest 

“Why?”, asked Daemon, angry at this woman, who brought Rhaenyra sordid details about that day

“I’m a mother to a girl too”, she whispered 

Then she was dismissed 

“My girl!”, Rhaenyra cried, when they were alone, “my little girl”

“Shhh, my love, we will get her back, whatever it takes” 

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[misguidedasgardian]

Storm's End

HOTD MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Strong!Reader

Summary: your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Warnings: Cursing, use of the word bastard, angst, heavy, canon level incest, thoughts about dying, mentions of bedding, and more, dark fic, Aemond is unhinged, mention's of children maiming, mentions of virginity loss and blood. READER MIGHT BE DEAD, OR MAYBE DEPENDS, COMPLETELY UP TO YOU, dragon's death though :(

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Notes: I know this has been done before, but… this is my way to look at it. You are the daughter of Rhaenyra, she sends you to Storm’s End instead of Luke, and this is what ensues

You know you should have turned back the moment your dragon took flight away from Dragonstone. 

There was something in the air

Grandmother Rhaenys, and your dear brothers flying by your side soothed you, made you remember you were not alone, but they soon parted way with you, Jace went North, as did Lucerys, Rhaenys went west, and you continued south

Towards Storm’s End

Those stormy clouds in the horizon must have been your first dark omen, but you didn’t pay attention to them, or to anything else really

Your mind was set

You had begged your mother to let you helped her, so she send you to the closest place, a short fly, a message delivered, and then you could return.

But what were you going to say?

you wanted to believe your mother’s words, that Lord Borros was going to be honored to receive you there, you were a young princess, no real threat, only a messenger, he was going to respect you, you were going to say your piece, and then you were going to take his answer back to your mother, as easy as that.

You held tightly onto your dragon’s reins as you flew amidst a cloud with rain within, getting you drenched within second

Karnax, under you, roared softly, feeling your uneasiness, trying to make you feel safer, and you did.

It was not relief what you felt when you saw the tall tower of Storm’s End in the horizon, it actually felt like your stomach had turned on itself, but that is the second sign you decided to ignore

Karnax was small, bigger than Arrax and a bit than Vermax, but he was still small enough to land in the outer courtyard, and you did 

Your saddle was wet, and you slid right off of it, landing heavily with your boots in the ground. 

You jumped when the light of a thunder brightened the sky for just a second, and then moments later the thunderous sound made the floor shake.

Karnax whined when you touched him, trying to soothe him, he was nervous, and soon you learnt why

Another, even louder, more monstrous sound made you flinch, and when you looked over the huge defensive walls of the castle, there she was. Vhagar raised her head, dwarfing the constructions covering her, growling as a warning.

She was indeed the largest and most dangerous dragon in the world

And she was here

That means that Aemond was also

Probably doing the same thing as you, trying to rally Lord Borros to his cause, to his side

To the Usurpers

The prospect of seeing your uncle made you tremble in fear, you had always been afraid of him, ever since he lost his eye, even more so after the last time you saw him

You have eavesdropped a conversation in which he had asked for your hand in marriage and Rhaenyra had crudely rejected him, he did not reacted well

It did not help that it was the same day of the Driftmark trials

He had frighten you so much your mother send you back the same night, only a few weeks away 

“Sobes Karnax, Lykyri”, you whispered soothingly, patting her snout, he whined, worried, but it was too late now, you couldn’t back down, you wondered if you were trying to calm him, or expected that he would sooth you back. 

So ignoring your body, mind, heart, soul, dragons, the weather and everything in existence around you, you decided to walk towards the guards guarding the entrance to the Castle

“I have a message for Lord Borros from Queen Rhaenyra”, you said quickly, before you lose your momentum, they barely nodded and started walking, you followed suit, trying to fix your drenched clothes

The Storm had catched up with you.

You could still hear it raging behind you as you entered the main hall of the castle of the Baratheons, you had never been here before, and it amazed you the immensity of it, it was rounded and at least three stories tall, ending in a huge vault over your heads, front here you could see multiple passages leading to the rest of the construction, but you could look no more

“The Princess (Y/N) Velaryon”, presented the guard, “Daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen”

Queen

You thought bitterly, as you found Lord Borros seated on his throne.

But your gaze was immediately taken away

Aemond

He stood at the side of the throne, standing straight by one of Borros’ daughters, as he heard your name he immediately turned

He looked dangerous

Dresses head to toe in black leather, his hair combed perfectly, the eyepatch cutting his face in half

You wondered if he could notice you trembling from that far

You guessed he could since he looked terribly amused at your presence, his naturally curved lips smirked.

But you didn't came here for him, you turned your gaze towards to the Lord of the Stormlands

“Lord Borros, I brought you a message from my mother, the Queen”, you didn’t realize you had a stone inside your throat until now, almost choking in our own words, you were thankful for the acoustic of the place or else nobody could have heard you

“Yet early this day I received an envoy from the king”, he said then, “so which is it? King or Queen? the House of the dragon doesn’t seem to know who rules it”, he was already crossed with someone or something and you cursed yourself for being so weak, sounded so pathetically 

And then he laughed at his own joke and you shook, perhaps he was laughing at you

You looked fleetingly at Aemond

Perhaps to make sure he stood where he was

He frightened you

You begged the gods to make him stay there, as he stood, unmovable like the statues of Dragonstone 

“What’s your mother’s message?”, the Lord of Storm’s End did not take well to your distraction, so you tried your best to reach with your arm and this one not to shake, to prove to everyone there, to Lord Borro’s daughters, him, your uncle, and the court, how scared you were

A soldier took your message hastily and gave it to the Lord

He sighed, frustrated, and call in the maester

In a silly second you thought fleetingly of your brother’s giggles when you tell them the rumors were true and indeed Lord Borros didn’t know how to read, you remembered fleetingly that you suggested it was because he had hit himself many times on the head while jousting

But you shook those thoughts away, when you felt the small hairs in the back of your hair stand up, as Aemond’s deep gaze was on you

For a second, only the wind making the stones whistle as sing could be heard, and then the ruffling of paper the maester made while reading the letter.

Your uncle’s gaze didn’t leave you for a second, so you tried to look away from him, only stealing glances to make sure he hadn't move

That he was still several feet away from you, with people in between you

You didn't want him near you

He frightened you

He hated you

You knew this 

“Remind me of my father’s oaths?”, asked Borros, enraged, you turned to look at him, scared, “King Aegon at least came with an offer, my banners and swords for a marriage pact”

Poor girl, you thought briefly 

“If I do what your mother bids, who of my household will you marry, girl? uh?”

“My lord…”, you could turn this around, you could, you needed to try, to explain, to plead to his honor, “I’m not free to marry, I’m already betrothed to Cregan Stark”, you said, and you were not completely lying, your big brother was flying North now with the proposal in his hand

Aemond hummed mockingly at your words, so your gaze landed on him again.

He still was amused, even more so now, you shook in your place, trembling like a leaf in the autumn winds 

“So you come with empty hands”, said Borros, more angry than before, “go home pup, and tell your mother the Lord of Storm’s End is not some dog she can whistle up in need to set against her enemies”, he said rapidly

You had failed

You tried to swallow your tears as the stone in your throat but you just couldn’t do it

“I shall take your answer to the Queen, My Lord”, you whimpered, and when you looked at the pity in the daughters’ faces you realized your voice did sounded broken and defeated

Weak

You turned to leave, sad because you failed, but relieved that this had come to an end

“Wait”, you trembled in your place, stopping immediately at your uncle’s call.

You turned slowly, fearfully, to look back at him

“My lady Strong”

You whimpered

“Uncle?’, you were acknowledging him, but it sounded more like a question

Weak

“Did you really think you could just fly upon the realms, trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

You are the thieves

But the words never reached your lips, instead you wanted to hide your head between your shoulders, almost feeling ashamed

That much power Aemond had over you, the power to make you feel like you were in the wrong, and he was in the right

Ever since that night

When your little brother took his eye

The girl by his side took a step back, like giving him space, and that made you take a step back, less and less things could protect you from your uncle, your hand instinctively went to the pommel of the short sword your stepfather Daemon had begged you to carry, you didn’t know how to use it, but nonetheless… it couldn’t hurt

“I will not fight with you uncle, I came as a messenger”, you said, your voice, again, broken, weak, with fear and sadness

You had failed 

“A fight would be little challenge”, he said dismissively

“I’m aware”, you admitted, if it came to blows, you stood no chance against his incredible skill with the sword, even if you meant a fight with words filled with poison

“No…”, his hand went to his eyepatch, and form one single movement he took it out of his face, revealing a sapphire where his eyeball should be

You whimpered, taking a step back

It had taken you by surprise, not that you found him monstrous, or anything, it was just… incredible

“...You brother is indebted to me”

You really wished, in the bottom of your heart, that he would have let this go, if not for your brother, for himself, but he didn’t he hasn't, and that made him so incredible dark, resentful, twisted and mean

And that is what you were most afraid of 

“It was an accident…”

“I want you to pay instead”, you whined, taking a step back

“I have nothing…”

“A small payment in blood will suffice…”, you looked at Lord Borros, alarmed, he clearly was not meant for THAT, did he? Did he plan on slaying you there where you stood?, in front of all this people?

“...I will not breed you”, a single tear escaped your eye at his crude words, “I plan on gifting our bloodied sheets to your mother”, you looked back at the Lord of Storm’s End and he looked back at you, concerned

This was the man supposed to wed one of his daughters

“No!”, you cried, in defense of yourself

“So you are a craven as well as a traitor, as your brothers…”

“Not here!”, Borros finally intervened, but still you could not breathe, you were terrified

You never wanted to believe the gazes your uncle gave you were ones of desire, and dark intentions of bedding you, you never thought… 

“GIVE YOURSELF TO ME, OR I WILL TAKE YOU BASTARD!”, you shrieked as he advanced on you with certain and long steps, you stumbled backwards trying to prevent him getting near you

“NOT IN MY HALL!”, the thunderous voice of Borros made him stop in his tracks, “the girl came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed of any kind beneath my roof”

Lord Borros’ words came of little comfort, not when your uncle had taken a dagger of his belt and was threatening you with it, the storm outside, the lightning made his sapphire gleam meanly

“Take the princess back to her dragon, now!”, commanded Lord Borros and you, giving a titanic effort, managed to walk (and not sprint at high speed) out of the hall

Aemond watched you go and smirked, making the dagger dance in his hand

You were his to take

He looked back at the girl he had begun to court to notice she was far away from him now, clearly scared of him

“I will be back shortly to resume negotiations”, he said meanly

“Don’t bother”, said Floris, standing now next to a guard, she would not like to be courted by him now, “I’m not interested in a man that is pure bark and no bite”

When you stepped outside, the storm was raging, you were drenched in second, wet from head to toes, but you couldn’t paid no mind to such things now

Karnax felt your fear, how frightening you were and he advanced towards you whining and growling desperate

“Lykiri Karnax” [calm], “gūrogon īlva hen kesīr” [take us out of here] 

Something was wrong, something was terribly wrong, you let your tears fall freely now that nobody could notice nor see you, another Lightning broke the skies from afar and when you turned…

Vhagar was gone

There was no way he could have left before you, it couldn’t, it wasn’t possible

He was in negotiations with the Baratheons, you had to go, so he wouldn’t catch you.

You thought he was going to let you be, because it had been your brother who took his eye, not you

Oh how wrong you were

“Why?”, you cried, trying to make sense of it all as you climbed onto your dragon’s saddle, “Sobes, Karnax”, you called, he growled but obeyed you, he also wanted to get out of here.

You needed to get back to your mother, to Dragonstone, to your brothers and stepfather, they needed you, but you somehow knew that wasn’t going to be possible, a crippling fear took a hold in your body, you felt like you could barely move, your body being so tense. 

The rain hit your face with strength, the highers you flied, you only secured your staps tightly and held into your reins hardly 

Karnax flapped his wings with difficulty, but he succeeded in keep flying, you wanted to relax, you were flying away from Storm’s End, the Baratheons, your uncle, everyone, but something told you it wasn’t going to be that easy

You wanted Karnax to fly faster, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach 

You whimpered in fear

something was wrong, terribly wrong

You felt a low growl coming from above and you cried, lowering your head, not wanting to face it, face him, and what he was going to do to you once he had you within his grasp

He was coming for you 

And the moment you took to the skies, you raised the bet, he was not simply going to take you now, he couldn't not flying like this...

He rode the largest dragon in the world and you one of the smallest

You grabbed into your reigns and hoped Karnax would fly faster, but you couldn’t ask more of him of what you were already asking

You gained the courage to look up and you got a glimpse of a large looming shadow over you

Why?, you whimpered, crying harder, and Karnax growled

Why you?, you loved him once, you were friends, you played, and read together as kids, you had promised you could share little Karnax, and he had agreed. 

But he got his own dragon, the largest in the world, and from that moment he pushed you aside and called you a bastard despite your Targaryen features and the fact that he had never called you that

He almost killed your brothers and then Luke took his eye.

After what transcurred in Driftmark with the Queen and your mom Aemond had come to your room in the hour of the bat, you woke up with a knife in your cheek and him over you, his hand in your throat

You never knew why he had come to your chambers and not luke’s or jace’s 

He always knew you were the weakest one

You were a woman, he was a man 

You looked ahead and shrieked once again when you saw Vhagar coming at you amongst the dark stormy clouds, at full speed

“NO!”, she changed her trajectory, going up in the last second, her feet and claws passing right by you, you could even feel them passing right by your head

Please

You were going to die

You could hear Aemond’s laugh, ricocheting amongst the clouds 

He was amused by you

He hated you 

 And now he was going to kill you.

Karnax growled, scared too out of his mind, you could feel him, deep in your gut, the pure and sheer instinct to fight or fly kicking in, and both of you opting for the latter 

just when you thought you had lost him, you heard the flap of huge wings behind you, you turned to look, and Vhagar huge open jaws appeared trough the storm, ready to swallow you whole.

But Karnax was fast, and Vhagar liked to play with her food 

“I see you!”, you heard from behind, and the sound that Vhagar’s jaws made when they close grabbing into thin air made your skin prickle, “Libōnos”, [bastard] 

Your body was tense as a bow, you could barely feel your legs that were tightened around your saddle, the water, despite your leather cape, has got under the clothes, and froze you all over, that you felt like you were made of ice, you could barely move, your fingers were not going to survive this even if you did

Vhagar was still behind you as you commanded your dragon to fly downwards, to gain speed

You made him turn and twist in the air, but to no avail, the monstrous Vhagar had her eyes set on her prey and she was not going to let go, you use your whole body and strength to pull her to make her change her trajectory from one moment to another, she might be bigger, but you were faster

Deep down you knew it was all going to be for nothing

He was coming for you

He hated you

And you could hear his sick laugh as he was laughing in your ear

You soon could make out the sea under you and as you looked to your left there was a cliff splitted in two, a risk in the middle, you had a change, you might be able to flight in between, but Vhagar wouldn’t

Your dragon read your mind and went there, seeking refuge 

It has worked, you looked back to see VHagar fighting to make her heavy body fly upwards, your uncle’s grunts cut trough the air reaching you, it was insane

He was insane

He had a grudge for 8 years, boiling and simmering in rage, anger, and sadness, and you were the one that was going to get the worst of it

You felt relieved even, that it was you and not sweet Lucerys

Better you than him 

“JĒMELÃ GÊLŸNI ENKÂ!”, he screamed [you owe me a debt], “BYKA!”, little one

Karnax flied diligently through the cliffs and rocks, you looked up and he was still there, chasing you, looming over you

“I lied!”, you heard then, “I will give you my bastard”, a pain spread through your chest, all your sorrow, pain, fear, exploding, taking a hold on your body, preventing you from breathing properly, even with the skies falling upon your head, with your life in your uncle’s hands.

You screamed when Karnax again flew in open skies as the protection of the cliff was taken away. It was a scream of agony, frustration, and fear

Oh so much fear

 But the gods, or whomever, granted you a small mercy, the clouds were thick and the sea was a few feet under you, they concealed you from your predator chasing you. 

You took a shaky, long breath, despite the lump in your throat present since you left Dragonstone

You needed to get yourself together 

Keep flying North, soon the skies will clear, you couldn’t let fear control you….

Fear

The last thing you heard was Vhagar growling, and Karnax high screeched when the biggest dragon in the world sank her teeth in him, catching his legs and tail, completely destroying him.

“AH!”, you barely got a scream yourself, she didn’t catch you, but so did half your dragon, now dead.

“VHAGAR! NO! NO VHAGAR!”, is the last thing you heard

The next?

The white noise of water, all around you, the cold grasping you, hugging you tightly, not letting you move as the water moved around you taking you prisoner 

For better or worse, Vhagar’s had completely destroyed the saddle, releasing you, and now you were there, by a gift or a curse from the gods, amongst the dark tides of Shipwreck bay, sinking slowly, finally you didn’t feel more fear, only the instinct to survive.

You were a true Velaryon at last. 

[misguidedasgardian]

The white dragon

An alternative universe for The House of the Dragon

Summary: How the existence of Rhaenyra's younger sister can change the course of history, the youngest daughter of King Viserys Targaryen and the Queen Aemma Arryn.

To cover the heir to the throne's transgressions, you are obligated to marry his lover, Ser Harwin Strong

Main pairing: Harwin Strong x Targaryen!Femreader

AU Warnings: violence, blood, murder, cheating, adultery, mentioned incest, (more tags added by chapter)

Main Story

Prologue

A Dragon or Goat

Collateral damage

The wreckage

What is left

Forced Landing

Name day

Seeds of mistrust

Two headed dragon

While you were gone

Taking roots

Kicks of a drowning man

Harrenhal

Driftmark

Dragonstone

The Seed is Strong

Sow what you planted

Claimed, not given

Second sons

Were loyalties lie

Were loyalties lie part 2

The Hour of the Owl

The Hour of the Bat

The Blacks

Storm's End

The North Remembers

In the dragon's den

The Greens

The march

The crossroads

The Red Keep

All roads

I bring the storm

Shield bay

Kings of Nothing

Jorraegalon

Under seige

The man of Gold

The Kraken and The Dragon

The Rock

King's Landing

Maegor

Monsters of Land and Sea

The Trident

The Dragonpit

The Great Council

Kept Promises, Epilogue

Archive of Characters

The archive of characters of The White Dragon

Headcanons & Oneshots

The White Shadow: Ser Steffon Mangold, sworn protector and sword of the princess and how he came to be

Vhaelar: how the bond between dragon and rider happened

The hunt: what was the princess doing during the hunt?

A hellish match: Jace dances with Aemma, and Baela with Aemond, but they wish it was the other way around

What If Series

what if... Harwin never stopped his affair with Rhaenyra?

what if... Reader married Cregan Stark?

[misguidedasgardian]

House of the Dragon Masterlist

For now all the stories are several male characters with a Targaryen!reader

😈 dark fic

🔥 smut

😈🔥= noncon/dubcon

💀 = death

☠️ = angst

💞 = fluff

Harwin Strong

Stories

The White Dragon 🔥💀💞 COMPLETED

You are Rhaenyra's younger sister, after you are forced to marry her lover Harwin Strong, you manage your new life as a part of court, while trying to keep your family together despite everyone trying to destroy the House of the Dragon from within

Cregan Stark

Stories

The Winter Sun 🔥☠️💞 COMPLETED

You became an orphan, niece to the King, you soon find yourself living in the Red Keep, and surrounded with more vipers than dragons. So he betrothed you to a recently widowed Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North.

And you found yourself more willing to be surrounded by wolves than by vipers. Because you were known as the little sunshine of the Red Keep, always shinning light in everything you touch, and the cold heart of Cregan Stark won't be any different.

The sun always shines, even in the coldest of winters.

I need to... 💞☠️🔥

You never expected your highschool sweetheart, the man you were certain you were going to marry, the perfect man, Aemond Targaryen, would cheat on you with your plastic arts teacher. Deciding to take a step back and change colleges, you end up where you wanted to first get to... Winterfell University, where your life takes a huge turn for the better, new friends, new classes, and specially, a new love. Now your needs go first, and first, you need to calm down

The Hour of the Wolf 🔥💀 ☠️

"The war is over, King Aegon the Usurper is dead but also is Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, now the Kingdom submerges in chaos and uncertainty about who will be the next Targaryen who will sit the iron Throne. All eyes turn to the two survivors, Aegon the young and her older sister. In the midst of chaos, the wolf Cregan Stark takes command to bring justice to his late Queen, and help to put back together the pieces of what was the greatest dynasty this Kingdoms had ever seen, he never realized he was the one who was going to put together the young new Queen as well"

One-shots

The price of war 😈🔥 part 2

Your family sends you to Winterfell to try and gain Cregan Stark's alligiance, but he didn't take very well the fact that you'd think he would betray his Queen, so he decides to take you anyways

Aemond Targaryen

Stories

The Dragon's Mistress 😈🔥☠️ COMPLETED

You were the last remaining child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, hold up in Dragonstone, the Greens, more, precisely, Aemond Targaryen has come for you... to bend the knee and submit yourself to him

Storm's End (three-shot) 😈🔥☠️

part 2 part 3 part 4 Part 5

Ending I. Ending II

Your mother sends you to Storm’s End to rally Lord Borros Baratheon for your side, but your uncle arrived there before you

Aemond x Helaena x Sister!reader

Story

Desire and Duty 🔥💞

After the war, your family completely decimated, Aemond does his duty, but also his desire, when he takes Helaena, and you, his little sister, as his wives. You go willingly, as you and Helaena already had found... comfort... in eachohehr

Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader

Stories

Blurred Lines 🔥☠️💞😈

You had been married to Harwin Strong for four years, you had a beautiful daughter together, you stayed home, took care of his child, of him, the house and his sons form his first marriage every other week, but that wasn't enough

He cheated on you, so you kicked him out of the house.

You would have never guessed that Jacaerys, Harwin's eldest child, was not going to leave your life, as this is exactly wht he was expecting you to make you his, finally

Jacaerys Velaryon x Alicent

Oneshot

A little payback 🔥 COMPLETED

Jacaerys that his family and him are constantly belittled and bullied by the self-frightous Queen Alicent, he has to put her in her place, and that place is under him

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (2)

2. Collateral Damage

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your wedding with Ser Harwin Strong

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: *There might be spoilers in warnings*

Cursing, violence, smut, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, a wedding ceremony, A BEDDING CEREMONY (yeah one of the most rude but funny ceremonies in westeros, let’s recreate it why not) Harwin is older than the reader. 10 years older to be exact. Harwin is hairy and impresses the reader 😂

+ 18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 5.1k

Notes: I changed the name of the Dragon slightly, I feel like sounds a LOT like Vhagar, haden't noticed, she is now Vhaelar.... a liiiiitle different 😂

Today was a day for celebration…

Today is your wedding day

What was supposed to be a fortnight, turned into 4 months waiting for your impending wedding. 

At first you thought it was a sign that you shouldn’t marry Ser Harwin, but the odds were just playing you. 

The first delay was that you received the news that your sister was with child, and that, according to your father, deserved at least a week of celebrations and jousts

Secondly your father’s own name day

Then it was Prince Aegon’s

Then it was another thing you couldn’t quite remember. You felt like they were playing with you.

But as the fifth anniversary of your father’s marriage to Queen Alicent was approaching, your father felt like we could finally celebrate your wedding, a month of love, he called it.

With Rhaenyra 12 fortnights in her pregnancy, and your father’s endless smiles, with three young babies of his own… Today was the day you will bond with Harwin

You had decided for a small ceremony at the Royal Sept. It was way smaller than the one in the city, but the details of the pillars and ceiling took your breath away everytime, it was way more beautiful. Your father had invited important families like he did in Rhaenyra’s wedding, but this, to your liking, was becoming a much smaller affair. 

Harwin had been so gentle with you, he insisted on taking walks along the walls from where you could see the sunsets, he had gifted you flowers and kind smiles. He behaved dreamly, like a Knight from the stories would. You never saw him again around Maegor’s holdfast, his room was in the apartments near the tower of the hand. You saw he was trying hard to make you see that he wasn’t even in contact with Rhaenyra anymore. And that did make you feel better.

You were willing to give him a chance.

You were going to marry the man, you were going to share his bed and have his children, you needed to give him a real chance. Besides, those feelings you always had for him since two years ago that were dormant, resurfaced in full force. Every time you saw him you felt tingles in your lower belly

So as you looked at yourself in the mirror for one last time, you smiled softly. Your handmaidens had done a truly beautiful job, they had arranged your hair in a beautiful way, with braids decorated with emeralds, rubies and sapphires, its colors resembling the shield of House Strong. Your father had commissioned a beautiful white dress with long sleeves that had a pattern that looked like scales from a dragon, the white started to fade into red for the bottom of the dress, it looked like it was dipped in blood, with a pattern of orange leaves, like the ones from the Old Oak. It was simple, but the fabric was so delicate it danced around you when you moved.

As you left your room you found Steffon, with a bright smile on his face. You smiled brightly at him, showing him all your teeth and taking a spin so he could see your dress

“Your grace, you look beautiful” he whispered. 

“Thank you Ser Steffon,” you giggled. You knew he had asked the lord commander if he could scort you himself towards the sept, and he agreed, only because he knew what it meant for him. He had told you once you were like his little sister, and you felt like it too. 

You started walking down the hallway with him right by your side, not behind you like always, this time, he was right by your side

“This might be the last time you escort me” you whispered, sadness in your words. The Keep seemed to be empty, except for the silent servants. You didn’t encounter any member of court, you guessed because they were all waiting for you. 

“It’s not going to be” he answered with a wide smile, “you are not getting rid of me that easily”

“Harwin is supposed to protect me now” you explained

“I know, but you are still a princess, and I made a vow” he reminded you, with that easy smile that always brought you comfort. 

“Yes, but now I will have to share my chambers with a man” you teased, and he chuckled

“It’s not so bad” you gasped, but giggled when he winked at you. “Besides I trade the night’s watch with another sucker” you laughed. 

The walk was comfortable, he, your sworn protector, your confident, and your friend walked slowly, leading you in silence to the next stage of your life. He offered his arm and you took it.

“He is going to be a great husband, I know this” he said when you went into the open and saw the Septon right in front of you. Your father was expecting you, alongside his royal guard. 

“You look beautiful,” your father said as he received you from Steffon. In his hands he held a velvet cape, it had a black background and red flames and design. He placed it over your shoulders, a shy smile on his lips

“Your mother would have been so happy” he whispered. and you couldn’t help a happy tear falling down your eye. 

“Thank you father” you managed to say above the lump in your throat.

“Now let's get you married”. he positioned himself at your side, offering you his arm which you gladly took. You gave Steffon one last look and he smiled, nodding at you. The doors of the sept opened in front of the both of you, royal soldiers on each side of them. 

“Father, I’m nervous” you whispered, grasping into his arm so tightly he groaned. In front of you and down the steps, where all waiting for you, at the right side, your family, the Velaryons, even some Baratheon and Arryn, at the left was Harwin’s and other important members of court. 

“Relax, sweet child” he whispered, his easy smile never faltering, “this is how you serve your house, this is how you help your family” 

You walked down the steps, the sun no longer shining above you. And when you looked at the end of the hallway made of the people attending the ceremony, there was Harwin, standing by the high septon. He looked so handsome, his hair was tamed back. He whore a deep blue jacket with silver buttons 

As you walked towards the Septon, the faces of your friends and families turned clearer, and just by the steps, you saw your sister, joined by Laenor, and the Queen just one step over them, and on the other side of the hallway, you saw Ser Lyonel, who smiled at you, and at his side was Larys, who bowed his head at you. 

Your father took you by slow but steady pace and up the steps where you stood in front of the High Septon 

“You may place the bride under your protection” indicated the Septon, and your father retrieved the cloak over your shoulders, kissing you swiftly on the cheek, to go down the steps and stand at the side of the Queen. And Harwin stepped up to place his own instead. It had a silvery background, and intricate designs with Green, Blue and Red. You held into the cape as Harwin smiled brightly at you, you in turn smiled shyly, the cape heavily on your shoulders, but bringing you warmth nonetheless 

“Your Grace”, the voice of the High Septon interrupted your thought like a thunder, “My Lords and Ladies, we stand here today in the presence of Gods and men, to witness the union of men and wife, on flesh, on heart, on soul, now and forever” 

The Septon started reading a passage from the 7 pointed star, their book. But you really didn’t pay much attention, you and your sister never did. Your father and Uncle always told you that Targaryen like your dragons, don’t answer to neither gods nor men, you didn’t have a proper instruction in the faith of the seven, especially after what happened with Maegor the cruel, your great-great uncle. 

You felt nervous, all their looks on you, Harwin’s eyes on you, even your sister’s. She seemed happy, truly, genuinely happy, and you wanted to believe her, after all, she didn’t do any effort to stop the union, rather, she encouraged it. So that thought alone lets you relax. 

And suddenly, interrupting your thoughts, Harwin grabbed your hands on his, to turn and present your joined hand to the Septon, who with a colorful velvet ribbon tied both of your hands together

“Let it be known that Harwin of house Strong, and (Y/N) of house Targaryen are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder” he then cleared his throat, to say out loud, “In the sight of the seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity” he then released the ribbon, but Harwin kept his hand on yours. “Now say the words”

“Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger, I’m his/hers, and she/he is mine, from this day, to the rest of our days” you said together as one. 

“You now may kiss the bride” 

“With this kiss I pledge my love” he grunted, “and take you for my lady and wife”. With a blush, you thought this was going to be your very first kiss, ever. Harwin was going to be the owner of all your first times, you were his now, with that in mind, you replicated the vow

“With this kiss I pledge my love…” your voice was barely a whisper, but the acoustic of the Septon let everyone hear you just fine, but it sounded as cracked as you said it. Harwin’s thumbs caressed the back of your hand with kindness, seeing how nervous you were, and that gave you the strength to continue, “...and take you for my lord and husband”, and without being able to wait any longer, Harwin leaned in and kissed you, it was hard and rough, and sticky, feeling how just moments ago he had wetted his lips, but it was also sweet, and warm, inviting. And just as swift as it started, it ended, leaving you flush and bothered, and with your now husband’s cheeky smile. 

“One flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever” chanted the Septon. The ceremony continued with more chants, more words of wisdom, the meaning of joining your house through marriage, even though you were now his, you were a Strong now, your future children were going to be Strong's as well. 

And just like that, you were married, your life always connected to that of Harwin’s.

You broke the spell he had on you to turn and face your family, friends and guests, they were all cheering and applauding, big smiles everywhere…. Everywhere. 

Well maybe Alicent wasn’t smiling, if anything, she looked like she pitied you. 

Harwin squeezed your hand and he drew a smile just for you

“My wifey” he grunted, leaning over you and making you smile, your body tingled with his proximity

The feast was going great. Alicent let you hold it in The Queen’s ballroom as a gift. Harwin and you chose it as well. It was, to your liking, the most beautiful room in the entire castle. It had rich paneling decorations and mirrors in all walls that reflected the candles making them shine. 

After some sweet words from your father, the music and the dance began. Because Harwin didn’t have Valyrian blood, you didn’t have to perform the dance of dragons, lucky for you though, you weren’t much of a dancer, but you enjoyed it, and because you weren’t the first born or heir to the throne, no one really paid any mind to you, so you could dance at your liking. 

Your sister sat beside you, already too pregnant to participate in the dancing, although it didn’t forbid you from giggling and gossip about all the ladies who were invited to the feast and how they were dressed and who they were dancing with. 

The truth is that you were having a great time. The celebration was smaller than your sister’s had been, but that meant the people who attended were closer to your family. For example, Jason Lannister wasn’t here, but his brother was, and you were thankful for it, you liked his brother more. 

Harwin’s family was here, his sisters that you had never met before, and their lord's husband’s families. They presented their respects to you, barely, and they were now enjoying the feast. 

But Harwin didn’t seem to be enjoying it, he seemed tense, distracted, watching everyone at the hall like a hawk. Your father was enjoying his boar, eating slowly, and chatting with Lord Lyonel and the other members of the council

He seemed so on edge, you leaned into him with a shy smile

“You want to dance, husband?” his face immediately changed as he look at you, a relieved smile on his face

“I certainly do” he stood up, offering you his hand which you took gladly, and directed you to the made up dancefloor, everyone made space for the both of you, and the musicians played a new song only for the both of you, you took distance from each other only to approach again, you offered your hand and he took it to spin you around like the rhythm demanded. 

He felt so familiar to you, in his arms you felt safe, and you smiled at the thought, he was so easy to be around, you had never seen him angry, at least for long, and he always had a smile in store for you, perhaps this wasn’t going to be so difficult. 

The song ended with you glued to your husband’s side, his arm around your waist. and he leaned in and stole a simple kiss from your lips. 

“Let’s raise our cups, to Harwin Strong, and (Y/N) Targaryen!” your father raised from his seat and raised his cup, a servant was quick to provide you and Harwin with one as well, and you toasted with your family and friends

Harwin visibly relaxed by your side, like a weight has lifted from his shoulders, and besides dancing, he enjoyed the rest of the night with a big smile on his face. You dedicated yourself to dancing for the rest of the night, even Nyra joined, with Laenor trailing her every step. 

Without you knowing your father was watching with a proud smile on his face, he had just secured both of his daughter’s futures, they were safe, he thought, content. 

The night continued without any problem, Ser Harrold, the lord commander himself and lord Steffon guarded the celebration. Since it was being held at Maegor’s Holdfast, were the Royal chambers were, so they were keeping a very careful eye, watching all the guest not to get lost inside the rooms of the royal family 

The wine and food flooded freely through the room, soon everyone seemed to be in better spirits, but the dancers were getting sloppier and everyone was getting louder, laughter could be heard from every corner of the room and the intimate atmosphere was lovely. Everyone seemed to be having fun. Harwin was drinking and chatting with some members of your family, as you danced with Laenor and other men as you traded partners throughout the dance.

Your father at some point left the celebration alongside the Queen, she claimed that your father was tired and you believed her. He said goodnight to you with a kiss on your cheek and then left. Criston Cole, now the Queen’s sworn sword, was now in guard as well. 

You finished your fifth cup of wine, feeling happy, but a little slow in your movements. You needed to keep a straight mind, you thought fleetingly, you were supposed to bed your husband today. And suddenly the very thought made you stop dancing and your cheeks blushed scandalously, or perhaps it was the wine. 

“It’s time for the bedding ceremony!” somebody yelled, and everyone started cheering. Before you could realize what was happening, the room splitted between women and men, the first group surrounded Harwin and the men gathered around you. You blushed, you really expected these men weren’t very drunk but you doubt it. The wine had flown freely and the Ale as well 

“You are ready princess?” it was part of the ritual, men would say lude things to you as they undress you, you really weren’t hoping they actually did. And you didn’t think they dared. The ladies grabbed Harwin and they started to pull him out of the Ballroom, all giggly, he looked for you over the crowd, smiling and you smiled back, but when a hand landed on your shoulder threatening to lower your gown you slapped it off 

“If you rip off my dress I swear I’ll feed you to my dragon!” you threaten, and they all keep laughing. And once They left the room they started pulling you too.

Luckily you were in the same tower as your chambers, so the humiliation didn’t last long.

They said things so lude it didn’t fit in your mind repeating them, but they did make you giggle nonetheless. At one point they raised you over their shoulders and took you up the stairs. As they took you down the hallway they became more clever

“You’ll really need to be Strong for tonight princess!” mocked one

“I’ll tell you what I tell every Knight before the joust, be careful of Ser Harwin’s lance, princess” chuckled another. Making the group laugh 

“Harwin will feast on your delight tonight!”

When they finally dropped you off to the gates of your chambers, you had lost all the precious stones in your hair, and your braids had become undone, your hair wild. Before they pushed you into the room a sneaky hand grabbed the lace that held your dress together and pulled it, if you hadn't caught the fabric it would have fallen and left you naked, right in front of your husband. Who was waiting for you

“Be careful Princess, they don’t call him Breakbones for nothing!” one mocked. 

“You are feasting on the realm’s delights, Strong, you lucky son of a bitch!” mocked another. 

“You will know how it feels to ride a dragon!”

“That’s it”, Harwin growled and threw himself over the door to close it and keep all the men out. With his back turned to you, you realized the ladies had removed his pants, and his blue velvet jacket, only leaving him with a long and thin shirt… If you focus, you could see his…

He suddenly turned and your eyes traveled back to his face to see him smiling. If you hadn't you could have totally seen his manhood. 

“I’m sorry for all those lude words my princess” he growled.

“Your?” you asked, amused.

“Well you are my wife now, aren’t you?” he teased

“I’m yours, and you are mine” you repeated your vows. He growled

“Wifey” the men outside started knocking on the door, his words still could be heard from the inside of your chambers, but soon somebody kicked them away, you guessed of your father’s Kingsguard. 

Soon the situation became uncomfortable. you looked down at your chest barely covered by your arm and your dress. You had to bed him, he was your husband now. When you looked up again you found Harwin looking around your rooms. It was a twin room like Rhaenyra’s, big and comfortable. HIs eyes anchored in the nearest table, where there were books and other things dear to you, and among them… 

“You still have this” he said gently, grabbing the crown of roses, they were dried now, but not less beautiful than the day they had been placed on your lap by your husband himself, proclaiming you the Queen of Love and Beauty. 

“Oh, yeah” you felt embarrassed all of a sudden, “No one had ever dedicated his win to me before” his eyes find you again

“I find that difficult wife, you are the most beautiful woman on the seven Kingdoms”

“Oh stop it” you giggled. “Only for you I believe” you whispered

“I hope that is enough…” he whispered, in two shy steps he reached you, his hand cradled your face gently, making you look at him

“It is,” you whispered, completely flustered. He leaned in and kissed you. this time it was needy, his lips moved against yours and when you gasped his tongue caressed your parted lips. You felt like you were dreaming, his other hand grabbed your hip and drew you to him. Your hand rested on his chest. 

He wasn’t like all those young, silly, pretty boys that you have met before, with their hairs perfectly cut and no facial hair. He was gruff, big, strong, and older, he had an unruly beard and a thick mane. The opened buttons on his shirt revealed a thick, hairy chest that made you blush, he was tall, and big. He was a man. 

His mouth abandoned yours, and you instinctively lifted your chin and he dropped lazy and wet kisses down your jaw and then your neck. You whined, suddenly feeling a need you had never felt before

“You are so beautiful” he whispered against the skin of your shoulder, dropping a wet kiss, making your skin crawl, but in a good sense

“You said that already,” you giggled. your hands now on his shoulders. He grunted, again

“I want to bed you” he admitted, still against your skin. his heavy and hot breath makes you tingle way down south of your belly. 

“It’s your right now” you answered, that’s when he left your collarbone to look at you. Concern washing on his face

“I will not take you if you are not willing” he whispered. Oh those eyes. when his hands left your body you felt empty, cold, and you didn’t like it. 

“I’m willing” and that was all it took for Harwin to return his touch to your needy body. He gently led you to the bed. 

“Let me see you” he demanded, he was so rough and in control and yet, you felt safe, you felt like if you wanted to stop, to say no, he would listen. But you didn’t want him to stop, you wanted him to continue. You let him pull the dress off of you, revealing your naked body, but you didn’t have time to feel blushed, he led you until you were laid on your bed. He removed his shirt, his last piece of clothing, revealing his own naked body. 

You gasped

His chest was as broad as pictured with a armor on, his shoulders thick, his arms as well, thick as logs, you followed his hairy trail until you reached his manhood and you swallow thickly

You had never seen a naked man before.

Rhaenyra, on the other side, has told you everything about her encounters, when she laid with Criston Cole for the first time she was 16 and you 14, and you blushed at the thought. But you decided to wash every thought of Rhaenyra from your head, especially now. 

His manhood was big, even though you didn't have anything to compare it with, it was as thick as your arm, but pink, and perfect. You whimpered without even thinking about it, and he smiled because of it. He climbed on the bed until he was on top of you, looking straight at your eyes

What happened next was so wild, chaotic and primal. You opened your legs for him instinctively, he placed himself between them, and he lowered himself to kiss you, his tongue found yours, only to grunt against your mouth and then kept going to devour you whole. At the same time, his fingers prodded in your entrance, in your intimacy. You weren’t innocent, you enjoyed caressing yourself at night sometimes, you knew how babies were made, and you knew having sex could be the greatest of pleasures. But this felt ten times more intense. You felt like your blood was boiling, and he chuckled when his fingers entered you easily, because of how aroused you were

Between growls and gasps he pushed at your entrance with his manhood. The pressured felt painful, he still did it slowly, opened you up to for him until you whined in pain, tears leaving your eyes

“I’m sorry wife, did I harm you?” he asked 

“It’s fine” you cried, you wanted to be good for him, you wanted to please him, and he kissed your tears softly, his big hand caressing your cheeks as he stood still for you to accommodate him. 

“It will get better sweet wife” he purred over your mouth I promise. You felt so deep inside of you that when he moved just an inch you could swear you could see stars. You moaned in need, the pain disappearing. 

He started thrusting in and out of you slowly, one of his hands landed in your hip to keep you grounded as he pounded inside of you. Your hand desperately grabbed him holding him against you, your nails scratched his back and shoulders in need as his trousers became more sloppy

“You want me to plant my seed in you?” he asked between grunts, and you were barely able to nod 

“Yes” you answered simply, and he moaned. Your hand ended in his dark locks, pulling them as his thrusts became more intense. “yes I want to” he kissed you tenderly, as your bodies joined in flesh like you just spoke in your vows. 

You woke up curled against Harwin’s side. His arm protectively around you taping you to him. You liked his warmth, you liked his touch. 

“Good morning Wifey” 

“Good morning husband” you whispered. HIs fingers tickled your shoulder and down your back, making you giggle

“Are you well?” rubbings your eyes and face you seated on the bed, wanting to clean the stickiness that you felt between your legs, but somehow, you could still feel a pressure on your lower belly, like you felt when Harwin is inside you

“Is it normal that I still feel it in my belly?” you couldn’t help but ask. Your heard him chuckle darkly, as he sat on the bed and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders

“Only when the cock is as big as mine” he grunted in your ear, you were still so sensitive it made you whimper. He pulled you until you were both laid on the bed. “I’m not done with you yet, wife” you giggled. he dropped kisses at the side of your face traveling down your neck, and you let out a sound you had never felt before, like a purr. “Now that you surpassed your first time, this is only going to become more enjoyable, I’ll make sure of it”

“Really?” you giggled, you felt him smile against your shoulder

“Yes I promise”

In celebration of the fifth anniversary of your father’s marriage to Queen Alicent, he hosted a big joust, dragging Harwin and you finally out of your chambers, a place you had been for three days, only enjoying each other's company. Food was being delivered to you by maids with blushes and big smiles. 

He had you more times that you could count and each time he made you see stars, he pleased you as he assured you that you pleasured him. Each of his touch was so gentle, so kind, yet so feel with need 

Now as you were walking towards the field for the joust, Harwin grabbed your hand tightly.

“I will joust today, does that please you” you looked up at him with surprise in your eyes

“Really?” he leaned in

“I win to proclaim you my Queen again” he whispered in your ear, making you tingle. You smiled widely.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to” you reminded him

“I’m the strongest knight in the seven Kingdoms sweet wife, it’s a title I want to uphold” he kissed you swiftly before he parted ways to go to the tents to prepare for the joust. 

You father had given Criston a special dispensation to participate in the joust, and as you sat there at Rhaenyra’s side you saw the Kingsguard beat every opponent that opposed him, until the imminent came, and the banner of the Strongs was raised alongside Criston’s 

The dornish made his horse trot towards the gallery, where he took off his helmet and presented his respects for the pulpit and everyone on it

“I would like to ask Queen Alicent for her favor, because I’m certain that having it will ensure my win” he said firmly, and Alicent conceded his wish with a content smile. She threw at him a laurel crown with red flowers. 

Soon it was Harwin, in a blue armor that appeared right in front of you

“I’d like to ask the princes, my sweet wife to grant me her favor” he said with a smile, “to ensure my win” you raised to your feet and you swear you felt as the first time you did this for him, two years ago

“Of course my Lord husband” you giggled, thawing him your own crown, he received it swiftly with his big arms, and you blushed when you felt it around your own body like a ghost. He winked at you before trotting away to his place to start the jousting. 

“I’m going to enjoy seeing Criston getting knocked off his horse” Rhaenyra said with a wide smile, which you shared

“You and me both sister”

“I waged 100 dragons in favor of Ser Harwin” whispered Laenor who sat besides your sister

“Then you can invite us to purchase some dornish horses” you giggled, and they laughed with you

Before long the horses ran towards each other, the hooves resounding on the ground and the grunts of the men.

It happened in slow motion, Criston was aiming for Harwin’s shield but at the last moment he changed his trajectory hitting the man directly on the shoulder. Your husband flew through the air, luckily it was a clean hit but hard on the ground nonetheless.

The people gasped and you jumped to you feet and to the railing to see his trembling body 

Harwin managed to take of his helmet, but what you heard chilled you to your bones

What sounded like a war cry made everyone in the galleries gasp, as your husband twisted in the ground in pain. Grabbing his shoulder. 

notes: I wanted to retrieve this iconic scene from the books, I kind of ruhsed this chapter, I hope it was to your liking! See you soon!

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (9)

9. While you were gone

MASTERLIST

Summary: You’d been living in a dream, and now you had to wake up

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about “bastards”, name calling, mentions of smut, and more, a tamed chapter 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.7 k

Notes: One thing I changed from ASOIAF… since the conquest, the Tully’s were the lords of the Riverlands… well, now the Strongs are 😂 Short chapter I think, but a transitional one, we will see what they'd been up to for the last 10 years

Year 128 AC, 10 years after the departure from King’s Landing 

The thing is… that when you are the highest ranking person in a holdfast, you can practically live however you want. And away from court, and royal protocol and responsibilities, you learned, fairly quickly, that you were free

And that’s how you lived with your small family. 

You shared your bed with your husband, and sometimes your children, when they crawled in your bed in the midst of the night claiming about having nightmares. Harwin’s desire to extend your family never dwindled, and you tried, everynight to do so… now for pleasure more than need.

In your fourth year away from court a third babe was born to you, a little girl, with silver hair and kind eyes just like your sweet mother and with the coloring of your husband. She was the apple of his eye, and yours, and you named her Aemma, with your father’s blessing, he even made the trip to bring you a dragon egg. That never hatched 

Your children grew as summer grass, free from the schemes and darkness of the court. Running over open fields, green woods and jumping over streams. And their dragons grew alongside them. Maekar and Rhaegar turn into young dragonriders at age 7, and your daughter was content with riding with you, in Vhaelar’s back 

Harwin dealt with matters of the Strong lands and you managed to finish the construction of your new home. A castle. It was over the hill overlooking Harrenhal, and it was beautiful, with big windows with painted glass and a big patio where your children grew, played, and learned under the shadow of a beautiful tree that you built your home around. towers in which you and your children had your quarters, and a tower named the tower of the princess, that serves as a watch tower with a dome, a favorite spot for you, Rhaegar and Aemma. In the castle you had headquarters for your servants as well, and you all lived together. Still keeping the old Harrenhall, since it was an important seat of great size, closest to King Landing, it was an important military outpost for armies of the crown that could not be forsaken. 

Your children were instructed in philosophy, history, even some arts, and they spoke Valyrian fluently, thanks to your own teachings. Maekar, ever the scholar, would pay close attention to his teachers and septas, but Rhaegar, on the other hand, the boy’s mind seemed to be everywhere but on the patio. And sweet, Aemma, of 6 name days, would listen to her brothers, and learned to read and write only at 4 years old, and the first thing she wanted to do was to write to her dear grandsire, who sat in a big chair and wore a golden ring in his head. 

Ser Steffon at the beginning traveled with you, even if as Rhaenyra had two more sons, and that drove you away from the line of succession, you still were a princess of royal blood, so, your own Kingsguard was appointed to you, alongside a bunch of city watch former soldiers that became soldiers of the House Strong. But your personal guard traveled back and forth, and now with a bigger royal family and descendants to the throne, he was more needed in the Red Keep, than by your side. He was very close to renouncing but you insisted otherwise, you needed him by your father’s side, even if his only wish was to stay with you and train the boys, something you had been postponing as much as you could but they were ten now and Harwin was dying to start their training. 

Under yours, and Steffon’s eyes, you guarded Joanna’s safety, as many suitors came to her seeing that she was now a widow, and a young Lannister woman, and you gave her the liberty to be courted in your home, and to chose her own spouse, after many suitors, she fell for the heir to house Tully and Riverrun, a handsome and good man, with auburn hair and freckles and a kind smile. Of course his Lannister brothers refused him, but with you, a princess, behind her, there was nothing they could do, and with angry looks, they let her wed him. You had constant contact with the Tullys, since the Strongs were the lords of the Riverlands, and House Tully was loyal to you. Now Joanna was happier than you had ever seen her, with two beautiful sons with auburn hair and green eyes just like hers 

But the shadow of the crown was always over you, constant news reached your ears, and a worry was eating you. According to some reports… Rhaenyra’s offspring did not resemble Ser Laenor, and that was becoming a problem for her, the whispers reached you in Harrenhal. The line of succession, her line of succession, was trembling, and in a corner of your mind you wondered if after her, came you as heir, or Aegon, Alicent Hightower’s son. Maybe that was a question you didn’t need answering. Your father was right, the Iron throne was the most dangerous seat in the realm, and looking at your children, you decided you will turn a blind eye and deaf ears to those nasty rumors, which weren’t really rumors, but your allegiance lies with Rhaenyra’s claim and line. 

Your children deserved to be as free as their dragons, and the crown and court was like the Dragonpit for them, a beautiful cage, but a cage nonetheless. You managed to create a perfect life, and escape it, or so you thought.

Aemma rested her head in her chubby little arms, looking at the horizon from the Princess Tower, the sound of horses neighing, and hooves and carriages reached her before a caravan appeared through the King’s road, and she recognized the banner immediately, the banner of her house, flying high alongside the three headed dragon

“Grandpa is here!” she screeched, jumping on her feet and running down the spiral stairs. “Grandpa is coming!” she repeated, as her small feet led her to where you probably were, in the gardens with a book. “mommy!”, she threw herself and you catched her in your arms

“What is it, sweet girl?”, you asked as you kissed the top of her head

“Grandpa is coming”, she beamed with a big smile, missing some teeth, “I saw him”, since you weren’t celebrating any name days, or festivities, the fact that your father by law was visiting did concern you. 

“Is he now? then we should greet him”, you muttered, “Where are your brothers?” her little face 

“I don’t know”, she muttered, looking at the ground in front of her, revealing her little lie.

“Oh you don’t know?” you giggled 

. . .

“Arghugon, Karnax!” demanded Rhaegar, and the dragon fell from the skies and with her powerful claws and clinged into the poor stag that screamed in agony, as the dragon lifted its prey, threw it in the air, “Dracarys!” and finally burned it to the crisp so he could eat it. The cream colored beast with golden marking devoured it whole in long bites. Rhaegar knew better than come close to him when he was feeding, so he was content in watching from the tree line 

Maekar joined him, hoping that his own dragon won’t come near him now. The blue and silver dragons as flying over the God’s eye

“Aerion is bigger”, whined Rhaegar

“They are the same size”, Maekar answered, “they were born at the same time, and they grow all the same, eating the same, sleeping the same. He only looks bigger because it’s mine”, he joked. Rhaegar rolled his eyes, as his dragon finished his feasting

“You heard that?” Maekar asked, walking away from the trees and looked towards the road, where he saw the caravan approaching, “it’s probably Grandpa Lyonel”

Many couldn’t tell them apart, but one look from you was enough to do so, Maekar had broader shoulders than Rhaegar, and he wore his hair short, strong dark curls over his head, while Rhaegar screeched and screamed when the maids tried to cut his main, so you let him wear it longer, often he had to tie it to keep it from obscuring his gaze. 

“Mom will want us there to receive him”, told Maekar, and without thinking it anymore, he ran towards Aerion, who had landed close to him. Rhaegar did the same with Karnax. And they both flew the few miles that separated them from the Castle. 

“Where were you?” you asked as they ran to your side fixing their clothes and hair

“Sorry mom, I was teaching Karmax to hunt”, muttered Rhaegar, “Maekar was helping me” 

“Good lad” you looked at Harwin with a side smile as he ruffled the boy’s hair, as you stood with the members of your household outside the castle to wait for your father

The carriage stopped right in front of you all, a soldier jumped from it and opened the door, and Lyonel showed up, he had lost part of his hair, as ten years took its toll, but he was still a tall, proud and Strong man. 

“Grandpa!” Aemma jumped into Lyonel’s awaiting arms, and the man giggled having his granddaughter hugging him tightly

“Hello sweet girl!” he greeted

“I missed you grandpa”

“I missed you too, and your hugs”, you knew Lyonel wasn’t a man you could just easily hug or anything, but he only had one weak spot in his strong walls, and that was their grandchildren. 

“Lord Lyonel” you greeted

“Father”, greeted Harwin by your side 

“My Lady”, he muttered looking at you, “Son”

“Grandpa” mocked Rhaegar, because of all the title-calling. You looked at him with warning in your eyes but Lyonel only smiled and he hugged his grandsons 

“What have you two been up to? uh?”

“Making the teachers a little mad, that’s all”, muttered Maekar

“just a little?” Chuckled Lyonel.

After the warm welcome you of course invited Lyonel in, the day was turning into darkness, and it was time to serve supper.

Lyonel had much to say about the capital, contrary to the both of you who lived lives more sunk into a routine. The boys and Aemma of course had much to say to their Grandsire, tales about their dragon’s growth and their personal achievements, like they could hold conversation in High Valyrian, and Harwin laughing about it because he felt left out about you chiding them in your mother tongue so it will have more impact. 

With long pouts on their account and they had to be sent to bed, they wanted to share the after-dinner with their parents and grandfather, but you insisted that they will have a long day tomorrow showing Lyonel all the things they talked about. 

After dinner, Harwin, Lyonel and you, gathered in the library, with a cup of wine in hand and the hearth lit up, it was a beautiful night, you could heard crickets in the distance 

“It is not that we don’t enjoy your visits, dear father, but I must ask, what brings you here?” asked Harwin

“I cannot visit my son, his beautiful wife and my sweet grandchildren?”, he tried to sound funny, and you did smile, but his face was tainted with concern, “being here is like a breath of fresh air, so relieving from all my duties… and the heaviness of the court”

“Lyonel, is there something wrong?”, you asked, placing your hand on his arm, encouraging him

“I’m afraid there is something”, he admitted, “it’s about the princess”

“What is it?” you asked. And one of the things you liked most about Lyonel is that he always went straight to the point, he was frank 

“Rhaenyra is alone, without allies, she is sinking, so is her claim”. Even that didn’t surprise you, the ghost of your sister and her hostility towards you ever over you. You had contented with the fact of being the second daughter, and you were happy because of it, but the thing is, she was the first, the heir, and that will have a toll on you someday, and perhaps that day had arrived

“Do you come on your own accord?” asked Harwin

“She sits at the small council”, you interrupted, “she lives in the Keep, she is an active member of court, what was she doing all this time but make allies and show herself as a ruler?”, you muttered, in disbelief, “what has she been doing?”, you asked again. Lyonel looked down

“Did she send you, father?” he asked

“No, well, she may have hinted at it”

“What do you mean?” you muttered

“She needs you, a senior member of the Royal Family, to back up her claim, to support her”, he said, “she has said, outloud, and on many occasions that if you were there at court, you would support her ideas and contributions”. You had never hold grudges against your sister, despite everything, but now… your name being spoken like that, her using you, despite being miles away… really, you now cursed her, for putting your own comfort, word and life in the line 

“I don’t know what I could do for her”, you whispered, “I don’t understand, she had ten years at my father’s side, she should have strengthened her claim by now…”

“The Queen also sits at the small council, they both have their claws on the King”, this was all said in the privacy of the library, in complete secrecy, “and I fear that they are going to… tear him apart”

“Father…”

“It is not with nothing but care that I say these words… only to you both, and in the safety of your home” he said, “I fear for the future of the realm”

“So bad?” you asked then, seeing your own future being sealed right in front of you

“Having you, his darling daughter, will remind his grace of his true family, of why he chose your line as the one to succeed him, I believe you will bring the court comfort, and strength, to your sister’s line.”, you shared concerned looks with Harwin, “A seat in the small council is yours, Princess, and for Harwin, there is the post as commander of the city watch”

“Those are generous seats”, your husband muttered

“Indeed”

“Lyonel…”, you called, “I don’t know what you are asking”, you needed him to say it

“I am asking for your return to court”, he said firmly

“You want us to take the boys, and Aemma?”, you asked then

“I wouldn’t ask if I didn't believe this is the best course of action, you are the lords of the Riverlands… You have Dorne and the North as allies, you built those bridges, now you need to cross them”, the princess and now Prince of Dorne had send many letters to you over the years, never forgetting the visit they paid when you were alone in the castle, and for the North, Cregan Stark always send you gifts, and letters, which you answered and in turned send more gifts.

“You are talking like a war is going to break out”, you whispered

“Princess, your father is sick”, he told you, “his mind is drifting, he might change his mind, or else, the Hightowers might take that chance to do something…”, Lord Lyonel was one of the smartest and joust men you had ever encountered, and he sat at the side of the King, if he was exposing this to you, is because it had merit. 

“Dear father by law”, you muttered, “we will talk about this, you must understand my trepidations since… I’ve made Harrenhal my home and, it’s so sad for me to leave it”

“Of course, my sweet daughter by law” 

After that, you and Harwin walked together towards your shared chambers, ready to take to bed, you were suddenly so tired 

“We need to start making preparations” he said as he started taking off his clothes

“Harwin…” you called with concern, “Are you truly entertaining this?” you asked, “put ourselves and our children at risk?”

“The Red keep is the safest place”, he muttered

“For now” you said, “you heard your father, The King is sick, how long until he expires, and a war breaks out for his succession?” you asked, “To Rhaenyra to fight young Aegon, and the Hightowers…” 

“That might not happen if we are there”, he said firmly

“You had visited the capital more than me”, you muttered, you were only going for very special occasions that you could count with fingers of one of your hands, loving your new home too much to abandon it for long, Harwin however, visited as twice as many times, being called upon by his father constantly for accounting of the Riverlands, “what do you think?” 

“I think that my father’s fears as true, we must return at once”, he said firmly

“You seem so eager to return to the capital, husband”, you muttered with bitterness

“Don’t, don’t do that” he begged. You know that even if Harrenhal was thriving under his leadership, no matter how many rides spurring his horse he took, or how much he trained, or how many times a night he took you, he had became restless, missing the fast pace of King’s Landing, and that harmed you, because you were so happy here, but you knew he was missing something to be completely full, or perhaps someone

“I don’t want to go”, you said, words stuck to your throat and tears threatened to fall from your eyes, “I have a bad feeling about this”

“Don’t cry”, he begged

“We are happy here”, you fighted, “our children can do as they please, we can do as we please…”

“This is the future of the realm”, he muttered

“The realm is going to be fine”, you said back, “they have my sister and my father… and Lord Corlys, and princess Rhaenys standing beside her…you want them to have us as well, Maekar, Rhaegar, little Aemma, and me?”

“This is your family, calling for you”, he said firmly, “we should respond to that calling”, the battle was lost, you knew, he knew it. And deep down, you did want to answer that call, but being a mother had made you selfish, self centered, putting your children and your immediate family first

“You are the Lord of Harrenhal and the leader of our family”, you said bitterly, giving up, “what you say, goes”

“Don’t be like that”, he grunted, “I would never force you to do anything”

“But you are forcing me,” you said firmly. You didn’t look at him, instead you turned your back to him and sat on the bed to remove your shoes and socks, “You call in the maester and the Housekeeper and tell them, we leave for King’s landing tomorrow” 

“Darling…” he called for you but you didn’t answer, you just left your rooms barefoot, lonely tears falling down your eyes. You ended up in the tower, you could see the God’s eye from there, and the beautiful sky with a full moon and all the stars

You didn’t want to go to the Capital, because you knew what awaited you there, and deep down you knew about the coming conflict, and the part you will play in it. Deep down you knew, you have dreamt about it many times. 

And no alliances, nor dragons, not even Harwin or all the armies you could gather will protect you from your fate. 

The carriages were getting ready, and your children couldn’t be happier, you had always taught them about being excited for new adventures, and traveling to the capital, to a huge castle like the Red Keep, filled with members of their family, and other kids, other dragons, they couldn’t be happier as you told them they could start their training. And for that you were thankful. Aemma wanted nothing more than to see the King, and Helaena, even if they never saw each other they exchanged letters alongside the king’s and the girls were fond of eachother. 

“And we could train?” asked Rhaegar, already driving you to the edge of madness with all of his questions. following you around as you commanded servants what to pack in coffers

“I’ll ask Steffon to train you himself”, you said, and they seemed content

“And me” muttered Harwin. You smiled as you stop to kiss your husband, trying to forget the fight of the night before

“Iuuuu”, mocked Rhaegar grossed out by their parents shows of affection, you just giggled as Harwin chuckled and ruffled his hair

“Maybe at court you’ll find a girl to love just as much I love your mother”, he muttered

“Ugh, father, I’m only ten!” he mocked and ran off. You laughed as you saw him go

“Great strategy, husband” you congratulated. He smiled kindly at you

“I know you didn’t want to come, but trust me on this…”

“I know”, the thing is that you trusted your own gut more than Harwin’s, but no matter, your fate was already dictated, you only had to play the game, the cards that you’ve been dealt, and… you’d always have Harrenhal if the things turned sour.

But now your other son required your attention, pulling at your arm

“Where are our dragons going to go?” asked Maekar

“Probably to the dragonpit” you answered, “I told you about it, remember?”

“Yes, but Aerion and Karnax are always in the open”, fighted Maekar

“I know my love, but it’s only for a short time”, you answered calmly. The dragonlings would usually sleep in the wild, and when the weather was hard, Vhaelar would shelter them under her huge wings, as she still recognized them as her’s. “Or they go where their mother goes, just like you”, you booped his nose and he giggled. 

And sooner than you’d like, you were ready, all the things were loaded, and only your family was left

“Can we go on dragon back, mother?”, asked Aemma, you looked at Harwin and he nodded

“Yes, sweetlings”, your sons cheered in joy. You did want to arrive on Dragonback, to show some authority. A show of strength 

And as you saw the caravan with your husband and Lyonel part before you, you looked at your children with worry, but as they looked up at you with bright smiles, you knew everything was going to be alright

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Notes: Karnax is the first dragon ever mounted by a man, and that man was Aerion, the very first Valyrian. They were inseparable once Karnax hatched, and then when Aerion realized he could mount him and fly in it, they founded Valyria. Those are the names chosen for the dragons of the Strong Boys

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The White Dragon (8)

8. Lanta bartōro zaldrīzes

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Summary: As the tradition dictates, a dragon egg is to be put in the crib of a newborn Targaryen

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, a birth! yeih!, inaccurate descriptions of birthing (haven’t had the pleasure of experienced it myself), 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.8k

Notes: Sorry Rhenyra, for pushing you under the bus like that, 😂 I needed a scapegoat, but anyways, let’s leave the boy’s drama behind us because the mean stepmother is coming for us! 😂

This is a shorter chapter I think, but filled with emotion, I did not review this before i posted it 😂 i was excited to post it.

“Push, your grace!”, you screamed as you did, pushing with all your strength

“Fuck!” you cursed, “Shit! Fuck! I hate you all!” 

“That is normal your grace”, said the midwife with a calming smile, you gathered that she was used to it, being curse as women gave birth

“I can see the head! Keep pushing your grace!”, you felt an excruciating pain, like you had never felt before, but you did, with one last push, and a blinding pain, you managed to spell the babe from your body. For a couple of tortuous seconds there was a deadly silence, and then… a loud cry

“It’s a boy!” she chanted, and you laughed with happiness, feeling an instant relief from your aching body 

“Is he alright?” you managed to ask, “is he healthy?”

“He is strong your grace”, giggled the midwife, “Strong as a horse”, and you had to wait a couple more minutes for them to clean him, before they handed it to you, and she placed him in your chest, your crying babe, kicking and crying

“Let me see”, Harwin was over you in a second. He was crying happily. He had dark hair, just like his father, his little red face frowned in crying, “He is perfect”, he cried, caressing his little head, “look at him”

“Our son”, you muttered. But your happiness lasted very short seconds, because again you felt a crippling and blinding pain 

“Oh something else wants to come out of me”, you cried, in desperation. Harwin grabbed your son and took it from your chest as the Midwife grabbed your hand

“It’s the afterbirth sweet princess”, said the midwife as she stroked your sweat covered hairline

“I don’t think it is”, you cried

“Gods Be good!” called the Maester, after checking, “I think it’s another child” 

“What?” you cried in desperation, “I can’t go through that again” 

“Yes you can, your grace, you are halfway there now!”

“What is going on?”, asked Harwin, coming back, kneeled right beside you

“I can’t!” you repeated, over and over

“There was a second babe in her grace’s belly” you heard the maester tell Harwin

“I can’t do this again!!” you screamed, and Harwin, was on you in a second, his presence alone a great comfort in your endeavor

“Yes you can my love”, he kissed your sweaty forehead with care and longing, and caressed your hair off your face. “you can do this”

“It hurts” you cried. he kissed you again, repeatedly

“I wish I could feel it” he growled, he grabbed your hand tightly, “Come on sweetheart”, bitter tears fell down your cheeks but then another contraction washed over you and you sailed through it with a cry of pain

“I can see the head”

Three more pushes and you heard another cry, and this time, you felt so relieved you started crying yourself

“You did it sweet girl”, Harwin kissed you again

“Another boy, your Grace!”, beamed the midwife, taking the baby and cleaning him with a wet rag. Harwin received him in his arms and he leaned into you, so you could see him too

“Both are healthy, princess”, congratulated the Grand Maester, and as you received your baby in your arms you started crying with joy. Another black haired beauty. It was too soon to see the color of their eyes or anything, but they indeed looked like two Strong boys

“My babies”, you cried, couldn’t believe what you were seeing, you had two babies, two beautiful sons. Harwin brought the other baby, and you saw them together

“Princess you should rest”, two wet nurses entered the room, grabbing the babies. And you would have fought about it, but sooner than later sleep took you. 

When you woke next, you found Harwin right by your side, a baby in each of his arms, both of them were cleaned, dressed and sleeping soundly in the arms of their father

“Look sweet wife”, he said with a wide smile, “Look at what you gave me, what you made, look at our children”

“Are they alright?” you asked, Harwin just smiled widely 

“Yes, they are perfect”, he sat beside you in the bed, and you leaned into him so you could see your babies. Both sleeping, their cute little mouths pouting, and their little fists closed

“One is smaller”, you muttered, concerned, “what happened?”. Harwin just chuckled

“It’s the one that was born second”, he noted, and when he saw your face of concern he chuckled, “nothing happened” he said, kissing your temple, “the Maester said they were both healthy, and that is all that matters”

“Oh, that’s good”, you whispered, content, and happy

“How should we name them?” he asked, “they are to be dragon riders” he said gently, “they should have Valyrian names”

“They are Strongs” you said back with a shy smile

“Exactly, we shall give them Valyrian names in regard to you, their beautiful mother” he growled. you leaned in, wanting to kiss him and immediately he leaned and kissed you tenderly

“I’d like that”, you whispered against his lips

“Now this little fellow was born second,” he said looking at the baby in his left arm, “what shall we name him?”, he asked, looking down at the babe in his arms, “How about Aegon?” he tried

“Oh gods no” you giggled, he chuckled, “that name is loaded with expectations and burdens” you said gently, “and with already one Aegon it’s going to make family gatherings very confusing”, you laughed 

“You are very right, and it’s kind of boring, I’d like them to have names with an R on it, a name that resounds with power”, he muttered playfully

“How about… Rhaegel?”

“Sounds strange”

“Rhaegar” you tried. He paused and looked at you

“I love that,” you smiled gently, “there isn’t a Rhaegar in your family”

“Perfect” you giggled

“And the other one?” he asked, with the babe on his right arm, “I like Maegor”

“Oh no!” you barked out a laugh that made you wince in pain on your belly, “Not another Maegor please” you giggled, but your mind traveled of all the Valyrian stories you have read, “What about… Maekar?”

“Rhaegar and Maekar Strong” he said, proud. And you smiled widely, happy tears fell down your face

“Is strange… I already love them so much”, you whispered, feeling a tie so strong to both of your babies that your chest burned with need and warmth. He chuckled, “Like… I would burn down cities to the ground for them”, he laughed then

“If i could burn cities to the ground I would do it for them too”

“I love you”, you admitted, and he looked at you with big eyes

“What?”

“I love you”, you repeated, with your head still on her shoulder. And he kissed the top of your head

“I love you too”, he whispered, “I now I love you even more”

This moment of intimacy was cut short, by a maid that announced to expect a visit from the King, who wanted to see his new grandsons. The news of the success of your labors and that you gave birth to not only one but two princes flied throughout the castle. And everyone wanted to see them and celebrate you. 

“My father will come soon and I can’t be at bed”, you whispered, sitting in the bed, “Please help me” you begged Harwin

“But you just gave birth, sweet wife”, he muttered. But you try to reach him by extending your arms. He sighed but leaned in and help you stand up, he then help you put in a beautiful red and golden robe, and then he grabbed you, under the knees and behind your shoulders and carried you to the long chair

“Thank you”, you reached with your hands again, and he chuckled, going to the crib and grabbing little Rhaegar first and he brought him to you. You received him in your arms and cradled him against your chest 

But he door being opened interrupted the both of you, and your father entered your chambers unceremoniously, trailing behind him was the Queen herself, and Ser Harrold stood by the door

“my sweet girl!” beamed your father when he entered your chambers, “I’m so glad you are well, were your labors easy?”

“It was the worst thing that ever happened to me”, you whined, “But it was completely worth it”

“Let me see my grandsons!” 

“Father, meet Rhaegar” you introduced, looking down at your baby, “and Maekar”, you muttered, looking at Harwin

“Valyrian names?” noted Alicent, and you nodded

“We figure they had to represent their mother as well” Harwin said, looking down at his son in his arms, not letting her disappointed face spoil this day for him, one of the happiest days of his life 

“Well, they don’t have silver hair” she said, you could tell she was annoyed somehow, and you couldn’t completely understand why, “I guess they don’t have much of Valyrian”

Harwin looked at you, you guessed that he was looking for your reactions, but you just sighed. Not caring enough for the coloring of your babies, just that they were fine and healthy.

“Two healthy and strong sons” your father admired, ignoring his wife. His eyes were teary as Harwin helped place little Maekar in his arms. “They are both going to become strong and proud knights! look at them, two babies, instead of one!”, Harwin then gave him Rhaegar as well as he took him from your arms and placed them safely in your father’s

“Just like their father”, murmured Alicent, she seemed pleased now, as she stood by your father’s side and looked at them both, and then she looked at Harwin, admiring his face, or that’s what it looks like she was doing. 

“Now look at the mischief in the eyes of this one”, chuckled your father, looking at Rhaegar, “but now… Maekar, he means business”, he then looked at you, with that kind smile he always saved for you and Rhaenyra, “I have something from you”, he looked towards the door and Ser Harrold smiled. he opened the double doors and trough it, came 4 Dragon Keepers, and they brought 2 heat chambers. You smiled widely

“They are Vhaelar’s eggs, her latest clutch”, he smiled, “the one you help bring up a couple of weeks ago”

“Father”, you called, they uncovered the small chambers and there they were, a beautiful cream colored with gold, and the other blue with silver linings, “thank you”

“it’s the boy’s birthrights”, he noted. Harwin looked like he was about to cry with pride. And you were truly thankful, growing alongside a dragon will teach the boys patience, and not being able to be actual riders until they are older. 

“Dear, we should let them rest”, Alicent said softly, grabbing his arm and caressing Rhaegar’s little face. Your father returned your sons to your husband’s arms with a sweet “congratulations”, and then he turned to you

“You have made me a proud grandsire, my sweet girl”, he kissed your temple before he left, with congratulations of the Queen as well 

The boys started to get fuzzy, so, following your instincts, and forgetting what the septas told you about breastfeeding, you opened your robe and when Harwin gave you Maekar, you fed him. He clinged to your breast and it made you giggle

“I thought you royals weren’t supposed to do that”, Harwin muttered

“Fuck them”, you whispered, caressing the small baby’s head. Your breasts ached without your children feeding. And when Maekar was fed and sleeping, you grabbed Rhaegar and fed him as well. 

And now they were milk-drunk sleeping in their cribs 

“How are you feeling?” Harwin asked with a gentle smile. You felt like you had been trampled by a horde of Dothraki horses. 

“Better” you admitted, “better each hour that passes”

“Do you think I can bring my father in?” he asked, you gasped, taking his big hand on yours. “to meet his grandsons?”

“But of course Harwin!” you beamed, “Of course you can invite him, you can get to him right now…”

“You were so tired I didn’t know when to ask” he confessed, “with the visits, and the eggs”

“I love you for that” you answered. His smile was big, “bring me my father by law please, the new grandsire”

“He is going to love that”, he whispered, “Grandsire”

“And bring your brother as well, I bet he would like to meet his new nephews” you muttered. He leaned in and kissed you swiftly before he ran out of the room

And while Harwin was gone, you heard a faint knock on the door, and if your guard didn’t announce who it was… you guessed it was…

“Come in”, and Steffon, all in his white armor and blonde hair appeared through the door, “Want to look at what I made?” You asked cheekily. and he nodded with a wide smile, as he entered slowly, like he was coming in enemy territory.

He leaned in to see inside the crib, and he gasped, an adoring smile decorating his lips

“Would you look at that”, he murmured, looking with adoration at both princes, he took long minutes, gazing over them, and he didn’t even try to hide when happy tears rolled down his cheeks, as he smiled and looked up at you, he wiped them off but his smiled never dwindled

“She’d be so proud of you, you know that?” it was the first time someone mentioned your mother, you guessed your father didn’t out of respect for Alicent, “she would have loved them so much, and she would have been so proud of you”                                                                                                                                          

“Thank you,” your voice broke as tears fell down your face

“They are beautiful, little princess”, he muttered, “I can’t wait to train them”, you giggled, “they are going to be deadly, I can already see it, if they get Strong’s built, they are going to be a menace”

“Oh I bet”, you muttered

“You did a great job kid”, he came to you, and leaned in and dropped a kiss in your forehead, “they are perfect” 

“Thank you”. you whispered

“I'm so proud of you”. He whispered, to lean off of you. “You are a mom now”, he admitted with a silly smile

“What does that mean?”

“You have that look in your eyes”

“And what would that be?”, you asked, amused 

“That kind, but menacing look”, he said, a respect in his voice, “like your own mother’s”, you gasped in surprise. “That look of, I’m going to love you no matter what you do, and also… I will burn anyone or anything that might bring you pain”

“I like that”, you admitted, feeling so powerful all of a sudden

“Late Queen Aemma would be so proud”

“You don’t know how much those words mean to me”, you whispered, “I miss her so much” 

“I know”, he whispered, “I do too”, slowly and with his help, you stood up and walked towards the crib, grabbing little Maekar first, and handed it to Steffon, he received it with extreme care. 

“Great I’m going to cry again”, he murmured, as he cuddled the babe against his chest, and then the baby opened his eyes and looked at him, he didn’t cry, he just cooed

“That is Maekar”, you introduced, “My son, that is the greatest knight and protector, Steffon” you mused. He chuckled, as he cradled him slowly

“And this” you grabbed your remaining babe, “It’s Rhaegar…”

“Now they are going to be strong knights, aren’t you?” he cooed. “fast and deadly, an unstoppable force”

“I agree to that”, he took turns holding both babies, and then, when cherished minutes passed fast, he placed them back in the bed

“I should go”, he leaned in and kissed your forehead, “congratulations”, and left the room. You smiled nostalgically, after all, the ghost of your mother lingered, the day you got married, the day you found out you were with child, and today, you missed her so much. 

Like they could feel your sadness, the babies started crying, awake and missing your touch, or his father’s, you grabbed them both, they were so small that they fitted in your arms perfectly, but you guessed that in a couple of months you wouldn’t be able to grab them both

As you tried to calm them down, the doors to your chambers opened, and there came Lord Lyonel, and Larys, and of course Harwin, that, when he looked at your panicked face and your arms occupied with crying babies. He rushed to your side and grabbed Maekar

“I’m sorry”, you apologized, Lyonel came close to you and kissed your cheek

“Congratulations, sweet daughter by law, you have made us so proud, giving us two healthy boys, as your legacy”

“Thanks Lyonel, for your kind words”, you whispered

“Father meet Maekar, the future heir to Harrenhal” Harwin presented his son to his father, placing him in his awaiting arms, and he could not sound more proud, “And Larys, meet your new partner in crime, Rhaegar'', he took the abbe, that had calmed down when he heard the new people. Harwin’s brother seemed uncomfortable, but still received his nephew in his arms, he always gave you the creeps, but he was Harwin’s brother so there isn’t much you could do about it.

“I hope your labor was easy” he said gently

“Easy it wasn’t, but it was definitely worth it” you muttered back, and tiredness was getting to you, as you felt dizzy, Harwin sensed it, and was by your side in a second, letting you lean into him, putting an arm around you. 

“They are so cute”, muttered Lyonel, looking down at his grandson, “and so well behaved”

“Just because you're here”, you giggled, “they are pretending”

“You see when Larys was born he was always so quiet” Harwin told you, he guided you to the bed where you sat comfortably, “mother always had to lean in his crib silently to see if he was still breathing” a crooked smile appeared in Larys’ mouth, “Maekar is just like that” 

“Yes but you were a force, always crying your voice out” his father chimed in

“That’s where Rhaegar kicks in”, you chimed in. The smaller of your babies being the fuzziest one. 

Your family by law fuzzed over the babies, but you were so tired you barely felt them. Larys couldn’t wait to leave the room, but Lyonel was so pleased, not emotionally into it, but like the head of a family that had his future secured not by one, but by two grandsons that will carry the name.

They left soon after, and the nannies and wet nurses came to take the babies so you could rest, and you were so tired you actually left them to take them, but felt uneasy doing so, they gave you a little of milk of the poppy to help you sleep, and soon after you were curled into your husband big arms

“I can’t believe we are holding our babies”, he whispered, “and that there's two of them”, you giggled sleepily, “you are amazing sweet wife”

“Thank you, sweet husband”, you whispered, he caressed your back and you fell asleep into Harwin’s arms and his sweet words.

The one that hadn't visited you all day, or the next day, was your own sister. 

And the next day, as you cuddled with your two sons by the hearth of the room and they were in your arms, you started to wonder why…

Why wouldn’t she visit you? did she not care?

And Harwin knew exactly why

He refused her, and she was angry, angry and feeling utterly and completely alone. Laenor wouldn’t pay her more attention than he needed to, and she saw you enjoy everything she wanted to… Even though uf Harwin had been hers first, it was you that had him every night, it was you that called him husband and held him, and it was you who got to raise your babies with him for everyone to see, your sons were his children, not Jacaerys

And she couldn’t stand it

And Harwin knew this

So as you asked him that night why would Rhaenyra hold her presence form you, he didn’t know how to answer that

“She is probably busy, my love, he is the heir”

“But my father came, and he is the King”, you answered childishly. You barely gave birth a day ago, and you still felt terribly, so you didn’t dare to leave your room to look for your sister, and even then, you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t look for her when it was she who should come to you.

Now that you had babies, your priorities clearly changed, and as the entire court and every member of the Keep saw them in the next weeks, rather in your arms or Harwins, and people whispering about how similar they look to the crown prince Jacaerys, you couldn’t stand it. The court was a toxic place to be.

The Queen constantly made comments of how similar they looked to their cousin, and how “Strong” they were 

So when Harwin told you about that thing he said about leaving King’s Landing and moving to his home in Harrenhal… you didn’t think it much and said yes. 

Many times you wondered how you’d felt if you had to move away with Harwin, alone with him, with your husband, but the thought of your two sons, growing in open and safe spaces, surrounded by nature and growing alongside their dragons, and not by dark persons lurking in every corner of the Keep and the word “bastard” over their heads… you said yes

Your son’s dragons will grow in the open, with their dragon mom Vhaelar, and the construction of the new holdfast was going to be something to distract you with … besides being with Harwin’s family 

And when you were ready to travel, you did.

It took 10 carriages, to take all the things you and Harwin had, and all the things your father had gifted you. And with long goodbyes and tight hugs from your family, Joanna, that now a member of court and with promises of visiting you every chance she gets, two dragon’s eggs, two babies, a husband, a member of the Kingsguard, and a huge dragon flying over you… you started the journey to your new home. 

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The White Dragon (4)

4. All that remains

MASTERLIST

Summary: Where are you?

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs. might miss some warnings

18, minors DNI

Wordcount: 3.8k

Notes: Our boy Harwin is in the ropes on this one 

STEFFON

Ser Steffon walked the hallways with haste, he had asked for a day off to deliver some things his father needed, the city watch had asked him to make them new weapons, and he wanted to give him the news himself. 

As he was ready to resume his work, he found Ser Criston posted outside and between both of the princess’ chambers

“Cole”, he greeted, the black haired man just nodded, preparing himself to leave

“Mangold” he answered

“Where are the princesses?” he asked

“Princess Rhaenyra is in her chambers with prince Jacaerys, Princess (Y/N) left a while ago, I don’t know where”

“What do you mean you don't know?” he asked, incredulous

“I stayed here with Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Jacaerys” he explained, “a maid came to her chambers but she didn’t answer, I entered and there was no one there” Steffon looked at him like he was the most dumb person in the room

“She just… vanished?” he asked

“If she wanted to go to the Dragonpit I’m sure she found someone to take her” he said caresly

“Her dragon doesn’t rest in the Dragonpit!” he growled in frustration, “She goes to the cliffs outside the city!” he had to calm himself to not yell at the man, he was his sworn brother, after all, “How long of this Criston?” Steffon asked 

“A couple of hours” he answered, still not understanding the urgency. Steffon entered the princess chambers as he looked around he understood what had happened. 

“What’s going on?” he asked from the door

“I hope I'm wrong but… I think the princess has left”, he muttered, looking around seeing some things missing, like, indeed, her riding cape

Leaving Ser Crispin there he trotted down the hallways towards the Red keep walls. The soldier stationed there could tell them if she left, or rather if they saw her dragon

“Have you seen Princess (Y/N)?” he asked with urgency, not caring for pleasantries, the guard looked over the wall towards the East, but as he saw the face in the Royal guard, he knew he wasn’t going to like the answer 

“The left wall reported a dragon flying away, flawing east”, he said. “it was Vhaelar, we knew because of her size and color”, he confirmed. Steffon sighed loudly, well, at least she was with her dragon

“Shit, shit, shit” he whispered as he came down the wall. And he tried to calm himself, she was going to come back, there was no reason she shouldn’t, she just enjoyed flying. Right? but wouldn’t have left alone. She wouldn’t, he knew as much, she knew his shift ended until the noon sun, she would have waited for him. She climbing back to the top of the wall

“As soon as you see her, you send word to me, got it?” the man trembled, but nodded nonetheless. Ser Steffon walked back to the keep, not knowing really what to do, should he alert everyone? what if she came back in a couple of hours? a “gut feeling” didn’t really justify putting a panic in the guards and the royal family.

He was walking back to the Red Keep when the Lord Commander appeared

“What is this I hear?” he asked, off course he already knew

“Princess (Y/N) left the keep, without guard, she took her dragon east” resumed Steffon

“Who was on watch?” he asked

“Criston was on watch” he spitted out. They shared concerned looks

“This might be nothing, she just might have going for a ride”

“Indeed, although I would think she waited for me to take, she might have”

“How did she sneak out of her chambers”

“She used the secret passageways” he admitted, Ser Harrold nodded, knowingly 

“Stay guard on the tallest tower of the Keep in watch, if sundown comes and she isn’t here, we ring the alarm” he commanded, Steffon nodded and prepared himself to follow the command

But you didn’t came back

So as the Sun crossed the horizon, Steffon, restless as ever, ran down the multiples stairs from the tower

You weren’t back, he didn’t think you were coming back. 

It was easy to find his Lord Commander, he was stationed outside the King’s.

“She isn’t back yet” he said urgently. Ser Harrold nodded

“I shall alert the King and the small council”

“If she flew East, she is likely to fly off to Essos, if you give me leave I could…”

“You are not leaving the Red Keep Ser Steffon” he said firmly, “we will find a Dragonrider that could find her, a boat is no match for a dragon” Ser Steffon grunted, annoyed, powerless in front of the fact that he couldn’t reach you

“Where is Ser Harwin?” the commander asked then

“He must be with the city watch” he answered then. If somebody knew of your reasons to leave the city, that would be Harwin. 

VISERYS 

The small council was gathered at sundown, it was a special occasion. As they discussed matters of state, Ser Harrold was in the corner of the room, shifting slightly, he had decided to give the princess until the end of the meeting to arrive, if she hadn't (which he was certain Steffon would let him know). He was going to alert the King. 

He would occasionally look outside the window, his foot also changing slightly, but there was no trace from you

And the meeting ended almost too soon, it seemed to have been shorter than usual. Ser Harrold cleared his throat, getting the attention of the King

“There is one matter that I would like to bring forward” he said firmly

“Which is it?” asked Viserys

“It’s the princess (Y/N)” 

“What of her? is she unwell?” he asked, worried. Lord Lyonel paid special attention

“She left this morning, without scort, to find her Dragon, the guards in the wall spotted her traveling East at the break of dawn” he explained

“She left unguarded?” the small council looked confused, all of them waiting for the reaction of the king

“Yes” admitted

“Where were you?” he bit back

“With you, Your grace”

“Where was Steffon?” he asked then

“On leave for the morning”

“Who was on guard dammit?” he snapped, slapping the table 

“Ser Criston, who never abandoned his post, the princess was in her chambers until she wasn’t” he said

“Well, where is she then?”

“We don’t know” he admitted, “Dragons are faster than any horse or vessel, we cannot know for certain yet” 

“Where is my master of whispers?” he asked then 

HARWIN

When Harwin came back from his shift the sun was just a line on the horizon, he hoped he could be on time to have supper with you. You had been quiet the last few days, but if you wanted to tell him something, it should be something important. 

But what he saw as he walked further inside the castle confused him. The castle was restless, with movements, guards moving up and down the stairs, and some people looked at him with big eyes. Something was clearly wrong. 

As soon as a member of the kingsguard saw him, he indicated for him to follow him. He guided him towards the room of the small council. In it, was the King himself, his father, Ser Steffon and the rest of the members of the Kingsguard. When he came in all of them looked at him

“The only one that could find her across the Narrow Sea, is Otto”, he heard

“Theres has to be another way” muttered another one

“He had spies planted all over the cities” 

“What happened?”, he dared to ask. Steffon looked at him with anger in his eyes

“Princess (Y/N) has left” he told him, “Took her dragon in the morning, never came back”

“What?” he muttered 

“We think she went to Pentos, she has been there before” muttered King Viserys, “but still we don't know why”, it was then that all the eyes landed on him

“I left her this morning, she was fine”, he said firmly. But Steffon frowned

Plans were being put in place for the search for you, and he, being the commander of the city watch, and the husband to a princess, he couldn’t be a part of it. They were sending soldiers and spies on a ship that was supposed to sail to Pentos in the morning, but Harwin knew better because the only thing that could match a dragon was another dragon. And they were not seasoned dragon riders available to go on your search

But Harwin wasn’t left alone in his thoughts for long, Steffon catched up to him. He was determined to find out where you were, whatever it took

“Did something happen before she left?” he asked

“That is none of your business” he growled, “she was fine when I left her in her room this morning” Steffon looked at him with anger

“Why were you in Princess Rhaenyra’s chambers then?” he asked. Harwin looked at him back, so angry his nostrils vibrated. 

“You have no right to ask me anything” he growled, “What happens between me and my wife doesn’t concern you, I think it’s time you understand she has me to protect her, she has no need for you Mangold, she is not a child needing rescue anymore”

“Great job you are doing” he snapped, “taking care of her, I’ve never seen her cry as much as she does since she was betrothed to you” Harwin was inches away of hitting him on the face, but if he did the consequences could be dire, and you, you would never forgive him 

Harwin went back to her chambers and saw the room. It was missing some things, like her riding gear, the cape she used when it was cold outside, a small sack of coins she had in her dresser…

“She is gone,” he admitted. There was a faint knock on the door, and when he allowed the person to enter, here came the Grand Maester at a slow pace. It was a long walk from the Maester’s tower to Maegor’s Holdfast, but either way the old man seemed happy to make it. 

“Good night, Ser Harwin” he greeted, “I brought a tea for the princess”

“A tea?” he asked, confused

“She was sick yesterday” he explained, “morrow sickness, because of the baby, congratulations Ser Harwin!” greeted the old man with a shy smile, delivering him the tea, “It’s a very special tea, I would have brought it sooner but it takes hours to prepare, but it will soothe the Princess’ belly” Harwin was as pale as paper, looking at the old man with pure panic, “it is always so nice, for an old man like me, watching a new generation being born”, and then he left as slowly as he came, leaving Harwin with the tea in his hand, completely scared. 

With a scream, he threw the small cup against the wall, and in a fit of rage, he grabbed the table where you held little memories and tokens and he turned with just one of his arms. 

In that moment he truly thought you were never coming back

Rhaenyra showed up in that moment, her movements were slow and painful, but she has heard the commotion, and found Harwin seated in the edge of your shared bed 

“What happened?” she asked

“She is gone,” he said simply. “She took her dragon in the morning, and flew east, they think Pentos, she hasn't come back”

“She will come back,” she said, certain of her words. “She loves to take long rides, she should be coming back any second now”, She placed a hand on his shoulder but he flinched at her touch 

“She is not coming back” he cried

“If she flew east, Daemon will find her” Rhaenyra muttered, “he is in Pentos, news travel fast in the free cities”

But that didn’t settle Harwin, if anything, made him feel more uneasy. 

He couldn’t even look at her, so Rhaenyra just dropped a faint smile

“She will come back”

“She hates me, and she probably hates you” he whispered, rubbing his face with his big hands, “I don’t think she is coming back”

“She doesn’t hate us, when we explain to her…”

“This is a dangerous conversation your grace” he muttered bitterly

“When she comes back we will explain everything” she said

“My sweet wife is pregnant with my baby and she decided to flee her home anyways” 

“She is with child?” she asked then, surprised, but with a little smile. He nodded

“The maester told me” 

“As soon as I’m able, I will go to look for her” she promised, and then she left your room without even looking back at him. 

That night Harwin slept hugging your pillow, that still smelled like you. 

But that morning, before he could barely awaken, his father sent for him, to meet him in the Tower of the Hand. He wasn’t pleased. If anything, he barely greeted him. 

“You had been a good son Harwin”, he started, he seemed grim, tired, “you have make me proud in many aspects, you are the strongest knight on the seven Kingdoms, you are my heir, the Heir to Harrenhal, one of the greatest seat in the Realm, the seat of what was used to be known as the Kingdom of the riverlands. You are a good son,” he said with a sad smile, “but you failed in the one thing you couldn’t, on being a husband”

“Father…”

“I married you to a princess!”, screamed Lyonel, making Harwin flinch, “The most sweet, kind and beautiful princess in all of Westeros” 

“You married me to her because of the rumors regarding me and Rhaenyra”, he bit back

“You were worthy of her, that’s why we could marry you” he answered, “And we married you because I knew you were going to stop Harwin!” 

“I did stop” he said, looking at his father right on the eyes, “there is nothing anymore, I love my wife”

“Then why did she leave?”

“I wanted to see him”

“He is not your son, Harwin” he opened his mouth, but the look on his father made him quiet, “He is Jacaerys Velaryon” 

“I know father”

“You will have your own sons and daughters when she is back” he said gently

“What if she doesn’t?”

“This is her home” he said then, gently, “and we are putting a plan in place” 

YOU

4 months later

You looked at your uncle in shame, you haven't seen him since he married Laena Velaryon at Driftmark 6 months after your sister had her own wedding.  

“We had upsetting reports that the free cities were being terrorized by the white demon, again” you uncle barked

“They weren’t being terrorized, I never burnt anything”, you said like it was nothing

“Well, you certainly didn’t invoke fond memories for them” he snapped, “what are you doing here?” he asked

“I’m traveling” you said mindlessly, “I wanted to see Essos, it’s been a while since I've been here”

“For how long?” He asked then. He signaled for you to start walking, he found you flying above Pentos, so he brought you to this home, where he was living with Laena. They fed you, let you bathe and changed your clothes. They showed you around his home with content smiles on their faces. Now you were in the patio, surrounded by sand, and the dark mantle of the night falling over your shoulders 

“You’ll have your own baby soon enough” he remarked, one of his fingers pointing at your plump belly. You lowered your gaze in shame, “How long ago did you abandon King’s Landing?” 

“4 months” you answered. your uncle sighed loudly 

“Why did you leave?” he asked. He had indeed received a letter from your father all those fortnights ago, asking him to please communicate with him if he ever saw you or heard from you, it actually surprised him and hurt him you didn’t come to him first after leaving

“It’s, uh, complicated” like Rhaenyra’s relationship with his uncle, you thought, how was he going to react when you tell him his love had a baby that belonged to your husband?

“As complicated as Rhaenyra having a babe that resembles his former lover, meaning your husband?” he tried, in his face, seriousness. you bit your lip

“Yeah” you admitted. You stopped at a balcony made of stones that surrounded the house, from it, you could see the faint rays of the sun hiding down the sunset sea.

“Those who you had loved the most had betrayed you” you swallowed hard, your uncle’s words like stones in your chest, “you are alone… and betrayed”

“I am” you conceded, trying to swallow down the lump in your throat

“A Targaryen, alone in the world, is a terrible and dangerous thing” 

“I don’t have anywhere to go”, you whispered, “our family holds no more seats than dragonstone, and I don’t wish to be there” 

“You can stay here, with us” he muttered, and you smiled at him, “You are a second child, just like me, I know how you feel” 

“Thank you” you whispered, sharing looks with your uncle

“I do not approve, however of what you are doing” he kept going, “You should go back and rain down 7 hellfire, you know I told your father he was an idiot for marrying you to that man” he giggled

“I can see that happening” you giggled, completely picturing him calling your father an idiot, “He holds the city watch, he is the son of the Hand and yet, they had to pull him away from Rhaenyra, and he is a good man” you answered, those words and justifications ingrained in your mind. You uncle as he watched, poured you some wine

“It taste like shit but, it’s wine” he said

“If I knew about your wine troubles I should have assaulted the cellar before I left the Capital” you mocked 

“Very funny” he chuckled against his own cup, “now tell me, what have you been up to?” he tried

“Well, I crossed right towards Myr, which was a bore, so I flew until I reached Volantis. I found the city to be beautiful, but sadly, I didn’t find friends there” you say with an apologetic smile

“They fucking hate us”

“I continued and even though I wanted to fly past Valyria, they say the remains of it are bathed in toxic waste from the volcanoes, so I didn't dare…”

“It is true” he answered

“The rest of the cities I encountered where around the Slaver’s bay, breathtaking cities, with golden pyramids in their midst” your uncle was watching you attentive, “They were so nice, they offered me the finest clothes, diners and rooms so I could sleep and live… Honored they could have a Targaryen in their midst”

“They were probably that nice because you rode the white demon” he continued, 

“Well my dragon let me try the finest things I have ever seen… but…”, you were conflicted

“What is it?” he tried, he had probably visited those cities himself

“They have slaves” you said back, and he nodded

“They are sons of bitches” he continued 

“I wanted to go further east, Until I could see nothing more but sea, see where Essos ended, right? but I didn’t have the nerve either…” you confessed, “I didn’t want to go alone, I knew nothing about those places, so I thought I could travel towards the other side, that’s when I turned around, I wanted to go to Pentos, so I bought a gilded map in Meereen, so it wouldn’t fly away when I was on flight, and an Artifact that could help me keep my course straight, and I flew towards Pentos, and you know what I saw while I was flying?” your smile brighten up his own face, “a sea of yellow and green grass, in the depths of it, armies of man riding horses, just like in the stories”

“You saw the dothraki” he answered

“Have you seen them?” you asked, he nodded, “I didn’t want to go down and meet them though”

“good call” he admitted, taking another sip of wine

“So I reached Pentos, and that when you found me, I want to go to Braavos next, I want to see the colossus”

“It’s a worthy sight” he conceded, “what next?” he asked, genuinely interested. 

“I want to keep going east by the coast until I reach the thousand islands” you said, certain of yourself with a big smile

“Nobody I have met had been there” he said with a smile, “they say it’s a cursed place, fallen victim to a magical disaster that turned all his habitants into green-skinned beasts ”

“Then I’ll just fly above it, never to land” you answered with a shy smile

“What about he babe?” he asked then, “It took you three months to see all those places, the Northerner coast will take you twice as much… not to mention, a swift Winter is coming, you’ll freeze to death in the heights''

“I know” you whispered

“So what next?” he asked again, you lowered your sight

“I don’t know”, you admitted 

“Well, we can go with you” he continued

“Really?” you asked

“Of all your plans, coming back the King’s Landing wasn’t in them” he answered, “And these people, here in Pentos, they know about the dragons, they are offering to pay us…” he continued, “If we help them defend the cities of anything that may come” your smile was big, “they will pay us handsomely, so we can get us some decent wine”

“I love that…” you whispered, enchanted. “I have to be honest, I really want to feel what it is like… to release your dragon, lay waste armies and castles”

“I’m not going to lie…” he said with a cheeky smile, “it feels fucking awesome to have such power…” 

“I’ve been feeling so angry before I left the capital” you admitted, lowering your gaze, “I’m angry… I…” you couldn’t find the words, so you tried, “I wanted to do things right, but nothing ever seems to go the way I please” he chuckled darkly

“Tell me about it” he answered

“I’m so angry at my sister, and at my father, but at the same time, it’s like, I trampled into them like a wild horse, they didn’t have anything to do with my misfortunes”

“You can’t hold anger towards your family” he said gently

“This last months, I feel like I let that go” you admitted, “I feel at peace now”

“Good!” he settled, giving you another cup of wine, that you didn’t realize you had emptied 

But as you took shy sips of the new cup, you started to feel terribly drowsy, and sleepy, and after a little while, you couldn’t remember how or when you fell asleep 

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The White Dragon (5)

5. Forced Landing

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Summary: You arrival puts everything in place

Pairings: Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, alcohol consumption, a pregnant women drinking wine 😂 Here is mentioned that reader got a tan 😂this chapter is pretty tamed, might miss some warnings 

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Wordcount: 4.0k

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When you began to recover your bearings, you felt like you were trapped inside something. You were certain you had your eyes opened, but still you couldn’t see anything. but you were moving, not your limbs, but your entire body registered the movement, it was such a strange feeling. But then it stopped. The recognizable sound of something made of wood placed on the ground made you think that you were inside some sort of cradle. 

“What are you doing here Daemon?” even trapped in something you could hear your father’s voice clear as day

“I have a gift for you brother, don’t tell me I never do anything for you” you could almost see the shit eating grin in your uncle’s face, “I was told you were missing one of your greatest dragons”

Suddenly the lid of the box was opened, light suddenly hitting your face so hard it made you whine. You were still a little disoriented, but you recognized where you were immediately. He took you back to King’s Landing, more exactly, you were in the throne room. You heard gasps and murmurs because you found yourself in front of the court of the Red Keep, the Queen, Ser Criston Cole, and other members of your family were looking at you

“Daughter!” called your father

And there you were, wearing a tunic as a short dress, of your favorite color, in the most new Astapor fashion, but you made it your own with leather pants underneath, and boots both in a light beige. Your hair had been tied out of your face with simple braids, (the ones you could braid without help), and your skin presented a tan that wasn’t there before. 

“My King” you greeted, still getting your bearings, “Your grace” you looked at your uncle in anger, but then back at your father 

“Everyone out” he demanded

“But my love” started Alicent clearly not wanting to miss the reunion

“EVERYONE OUT!” your father screamed, the room was cleared in seconds, even the kingsguard left, leaving you with Daemon, and your father. HIs yes were set on you, and you were looking down at the floor in front of him, because you knew that for him, you had to beg for his forgiveness

“We thought you were dead!” he claimed, “where have you been?”

“In the free cities” you whispered, but the acoustic of the throne room make him hear you just well 

“You abandoned your home, you abandoned your family, your husband, AND YOUR KING!” You thought that he had never been this angry, at least, not towards you 

“I’m sorry father”

“You put The Strong house to shame, flying from your Lord Husband” he continued, his anger clearly dwindling by the second 

“I was angry” you muttered

“You are acting like a spoiled child!” he said firmly

“Brother…” muttered Daemon

“Shut your mouth!” he demanded, “You had instructions to bring her here 4 months ago” he muttered, and you looked at your uncle with a frown

“I brought her here as soon as she came to me” he responded

“They talk like I’m not even here!” you reasoned

“YOU DIDN’T TOLD US WHERE YOU WERE GOING!” you father exploded again, “you are going to make public apologies to your husband, and to Ser Lyonel, the head of your house” he continued, “You are going to take penitence, two fortnights without leaving the castle, not even the fucking gardens, and you are going to give me your word that you will never do this again, you hear me?” 

“Yes father”, you weren’t looking forward to begging for forgiveness, and especially towards your father in law. Lyonel Strong had always inspired respect, he was, as his family name would entail… strong, strong-minded, and with a strong presence whenever he stood. He was a man that inspired respect 

You certainly weren’t looking forward to looking him in the eyes and asking for forgiveness for abandoning his son. 

But you had to ask for your father’s forgiveness first

“I give you my word father, that I won’t abandon my family, ever again”, you said solemnly, “not without warning, at least” Daemon giggled 

“Go plead your forgiveness” he muttered, “And I will see you at the hour of the owl for supper”

No hugs, no warm welcome, but you expected as much, you did ran away and told no one about it, and they might have thought you were dead

You exited the throne room, and you felt your uncle following close behind, so you entered the first room you had at hand. It was a small meeting room, you guessed for private audiences, and then you turned to Daemon who had followed you in.

“You drugged me!” you screamed

“I drugged you” he admitted, 

“You kidnapped me! you brought me home!”

“I brought you home” he sentenced 

“You betrayed me too” you accused, “You traitor! bastard!”, you continued into spitting out every insult of the book you could think off, but the shy smile in your uncle’s face didn’t dwindle

“You are with child!” he muttered, his gaze lowered to the floor, “you have to be with your family, with your husband”

“Fuck my husband” you growled

“What about your family?” now you lowered your gaze, but your uncle placed two fingers under your chin and made you lift your face towards him

“You told me you could take me to release this anger… this fire I have inside of me, you said we could become mercenaries, and never come back, to drown in coin and wine, see lands no man has ever seen before…”

“I know what I said”. He said firmly, putting an end to your child-like accusations, “But I also said this, that a Targaryen, alone and betrayed in the world is a terrible thing, you cannot be left alone in the darkness…” you eyed him, still angry, “I know you must hate me right now, but in time you’ll see… that it doesn’t end well with Targaryens that believes themselves to be closer to gods than to men”

“I never believed myself to be closer to gods…”

“You said you were alone, you are with your family now, with your father…”

“But…” he interrupted you, putting his hand on your shoulder

“I tried to speak to Rhaenyra, but she won’t listen, I know you will, you are smarter, calmer than her…” you nodded, asking him to continue, “you need to stay by your father’s side, you can’t leave him alone with those green vipers, do you understand?” you nodded, slowly, “you need to accompany him, your father is sick, and nobody wants to see that”

“Why don’t you?” you asked then

“He doesn’t want me here… but you? He would burn the rest of the world to the ground if it means you’ll come back to him”, he said quietly, “make amends, rebuild bridges, and stay by your father’s side, you hear me?”, you nodded, barely. 

“How about you?” you asked

“What about me?”

“Will you mend your own bridges?” you asked

“Yes” he muttered, and then he left the room, probably to find his other niece.

You waited inside the small room for a few moments, gathering the strength to face everyone else. You had to pick the order of the people you were going to see next very carefully. But as you exited the room, that decision was made for you. 

Ser Steffon was waiting for you, his hands behind his back, and a easy smile on his lips

“Steffon!” you called, happy to see him. Truly happy to see your one true friend

“Princess” he answered, with an easy smile. You wanted to hug him, but it wasn’t proper, but as you saw both ways of the hallway, and there was no one there, you surrounded his neck with your arms. you felt his hand cradling the small of your back in greeting, and then you released him

“I’m sorry” you apologized, “I’m very sorry for leaving and not telling you”

“Well, I’m happy to say that if I was there the morning you left, you would have failed in doing so” he chuckled

“That is probably true” you muttered, you both started walking back to your rooms

“What happened while I was away?” you asked 

“Well, it was a shitshow when we realized you were gone, and the days after was excruciating, because we didn’t know if you planned on coming back or something had happened to you”

“I’m so sorry Steffon”

“You father was mad with sadness, so much so they brought in Otto hightower who moved his net of spies, and when we knew you were alive, we also knew you were in Essos, roaming around the free cities” he told you

“Are you mad at me?” you asked him

“I’m mad that you didn’t take me” he said jokingly, but you knew there was a sadness in his tones and in his eyes that weren’t there before. 

“Does anyone else hate me?” you asked

“Nobody could ever hate you” he said back… but there was an awkward silence, “we were all worried for your safety”

“And what about my husband?” you whispered

“He spent every day since you left in the wall of the Keep, looking east” he said gently. You stopped to look at him

“Does he hate me?”  you asked

“No” he answered, “he doesn’t hate you, if anything he feels terribly guilty, he has been sleeping in his old quarters, and keeping to himself mostly”

“I made everyone miserable” you muttered back

“Only those who deserved it” he chuckled, “If anything… I knew you were fine”

“Of course you did,” you giggled, “And how is my sister?”

“She is fine” your father whispered, “she is attending more small council meetings, the prince is quite cute, and calm” 

“I’m glad to hear it”

“She has missed you too” he muttered 

“Well, I’m here now, and apparently, I’m grounded, literally and figuratively”, you giggled

“it was really a forced landing, but, you are here, and that’s what’s important, that you are here and well” 

“Thank you Steffon, I think of all of them, I missed you more”

“Don’t let your father hear that” he chuckled.

He left you in your room, where, to your surprise, was your bag inside with your belongings you took on the trip with you. You put everything in order, and put aside little gifts you had brought for your father, sister, husband and nephew. Even after everything you bought them gifts

If you were going to see your father tonight, you'd give it to him then. 

You were sitting by the hearth in your room, when the door opened, you looked up to see Harwin, looking back at you like you were some sort of apparition. You stood up from your chair

“You are back” he said gently, before you could speak he took long steps to reach you, cradling your face to look properly at you, he saw you throughout, “Are you alright?” you nodded, “are you hurt?” he looked down at your body

“No, I’m fine” his eyes landed on the 5 month baby bump you couldn’t hide anymore, and he fell on his knees, placing his hand on your belly, “Harwin…” you begun

“Is the baby ok, how are you feeling?” he asked, looking at your body, and it made you uncomfortable

“Harwin”, you called again, and he looked up to you, “Please stand up” he did to his massive height above yours. “how do you know it’s yours? maybe I misbehaved in the free cities”, you ran away from him, pregnant, and now you were questioning the paternity of the baby in your belly and yet he smiled

“I know it’s mine, wife” he said, “the maester came to see me the day you left” but then his face turned serious, “you left with my baby in your belly” you lowered your eyes then. “You didn’t tell me” 

“Why would you care?” you asked bitterly

“You could have gotten hurt!” he explained, “you rode on dragon back, pregnant, something could’ve happened to you or the child!”

“It didn’t!” you told him, “the specialists in Essos said it is healthy, and growing properly” he took a long sigh

“If your uncle wouldn’t have brought you back you would have taken our child” he said, a deep, deep sadness in his eyes

“Why would you care?”, you said bitterly, “you already have a child” 

“He is not…”

“You lied to my face”, you answered, “So tell me, dear husband” you continued… “should I expect more nephews of mine that pop out of my sister that coincidentally look like you?”

“No” he said, but he didn’t look ashamed at your accusation. You looked at him in defiance, hoping that could break him 

“You gave her… a son, and you are unable to tell me the truth!” you condemned. He looked at you and sighed loudly

“We are going to Harrenhal” he sentenced

“What?” you asked, looking straight at him

“We are going to my family’s seat, my father is the hand of the King and cannot care for our lands properly, I will resign as a member of the city watch, and I will take his place”

“You cannot take that decision without me” you responded, but in his eyes was not the usual sympathy, there was determination, and also anger

“You are clearly not happy here” he told you, “I want to put distance between us and your sister and her son…”

“So you’ll hate me?” you asked, “I am the horrible person that is going to keep you from your son?” you asked then, “take you from your lover?”, he leaned over you, his hand quickly to cradle your face, calling your name, “I can’t move past this if you don’t admit it”

“If I say it outloud I make it true” he admitted, now in his eyes you could see true panic, maybe fear, “if I make it true, this is treason”, he continued, “You know what is done to traitors, what could be done to your sister, to the baby…”

“To you first” you muttered, looking down

“To me” he whispered his hands cradled your face, “Jacaerys is Laenor Velaryon’s son” he said firmly, and then he placed a hand on your stomach, “we made this baby, you and I, under our marriage vows” your eyes went to where his hand rested on your stomach, “the day before we got married I promised to you I would stop but it was already too late, but believe me when I say this, Rhaenyra and I will never touch again”, his thumbs caressed the apple of your cheek, his hot breath confusing you, throwing you inside a haze. Are you going to forgive him that easily?

“If you mean it, and you and Rhaenyra are never going to touch again,” he nodded, “I need to get past this, I need to forgive you”

“I’ll do anything” he said

“You never faced it Harwin, you are lying to me and pretended like nothing happened!” you spitted out, “you never faced me and you should have, if you wanted to see him you should have told me, so we can go through it together!” 

“What do you want me to say?” he said then, “tell me how can I make you happy, how can you look at me with longing and happiness? and not with sadness?” 

“You should have told me,” you repeated, “you treat me like I’m an idiot” you said back, “you never admitted to me, you denied it”

“Like I said, saying it outloud will make it true” he grunted, “But I do believe that we might never know for sure” he answered, “Only admitting it makes it real, and you know what can happen”

“If you want to spend time with my nephew you're going to look me in the eyes and tell me, I understand this happened before you married me, but it kills me!”

“I understand” he whispered

“Please Harwin, I… we cannot undo our marriage now”, you muttered, pointing at your belly, “And I will not place my sister and my nephew at risk” 

“I lied to you about seeing our nephew, and in regards to that I will never lie to you again, but what it remains true is that what I had with Rhaenyra is over”

“Are you sure? please Harwin…”

“It’s true”, but you couldn’t hold it anymore, you didn’t know if it was relief, or fear, or pain, but you started crying softly. 

“I feel like I’m a burden” you answered, “I saw you that day, at Rhaenyra’s side, holding her baby, and I…” a sob escaped your throat, and tears fell down your cheeks, “you should have married Rhaenyra instead of me” you cried, “you don’t want this, you’d rather be with her”

“That is not true” he whispered, “you are my wife” he said softly, “I was a comfort for Rhaenyra, she chose me but could have chosen another, only that, but you, you are my love” you dared to look up into his eyes, and what you saw melt your cold heart

“Are you sure?” you asked, with the hope of an innocent little girl, “please don’t break my heart again, I couldn’t bare it” 

“Yes, I’m sure” he leaned in and kissed you softly, “everyday you weren’t here was like a nightmare”. His forehead was against yours, his warmth warming your own.

“But we have to work for it” you muttered

“Oh yes we do,” he said back, “people are talking…”

“I will do what I have to, I will play my part” he leaned in and kissed your forehead, “I have to give you a public apology”

“There is no need”

“I will take your word for it, because I was not looking forward to it” you giggled softly.

“You must be tired” he muttered, “I shall leave you to rest”

“You weren’t sleeping here?” you asked, looking around and not finding any of his things around

“It didn’t feel right, without you here”, you looked down with shame

“Would it please you to come back to my bed?” you asked him, not looking him in the eyes because it embarrassed you, but he made you look at him, two of his fingers under your chin. Those eyes again, looking at yours

“There is nothing that would please me more” oh that voice. Again

You shook your head and broke the spell he put you under, releasing yourself from his grip. He had to come back to your bed to shut those rumors, you knew better than anyone how dangerous rumors and loose tongues could be.

“I’ll bring my things” he said quietly, sad that you broke the moment, and he left your chambers once again. 

But before he could come back, you were summoned for supper with your father. They called you to a small chamber next to the King’s, where Your mother, father and sister used to dine all together, it brought you fond memories. And you found Rhaenyra there

“You are back!” she greeted with a wide smile, you smiled back as he held you in a hug against her

“I’m back” you whispered against his ear

“We were so worried” she muttered, releasing and then looking at you

“I’m sorry for leaving just like that” you responded

“We never knew why you left”, you were alone in the small chamber, you knew it

“I saw you and Harwin” you confessed, “that morning he lied to me and then I saw you in your room holding your baby, and I couldn’t stand it, and I left”, she was worried, looking at you and then nodding 

“I’m so sorry” she whispered, you nodded. He held your hands in hers, “He did want him to see him but I swear there was nothing more to it”

“I understand that you both had a past, and that past did catch up to all of us, but…”

“That’s all it was, the past”, she whispered

“I’m certain”, you whispered, “I still have Harwin in the kennels, but…” 

“He is your husband” she said with a shy smile, “he is a great man, there is a reason why I encourage this”, you nodded

“We were always so close, I missed you Nyra”, you whispered 

“I missed you too”

“You are with child” she said, smiling brightly, you knew your sister like the back of your hand, and she was truly happy for you, “I’m so happy, Jacaerys will have a cousin of his age!” she hugged you again, and you held her tightly

“I’m so happy too, we are creating our legacy, sister!” you whispered in her ear, and she held you closer and tighter.

“Look at that!” you separated to see your father entering the room, “my girls!”, He was so pleased, and so happy. He had lost half his hand, his sickness eating him slowly, but he was still healthy, and you were thankful for that. 

You hugged your father, he might be the King, but in the intimacy of this moments, he was your father, he hugged you back, kissing the top of your head

“I missed you sweet girl”

“I’m sorry father”

“There is nothing to forgive girl, just don’t leave without notice again”

“I won’t” he released you so he could take a good look at you

“You are with child, we are going to dine, and celebrate, and you are going to tell me everything about your journeys, we heard you were quite busy”

“I will tell you father” you giggled, “of the wonders I’ve seen”

It was way past the hour of the bat when you managed to come back to your chambers, all giggly and happy on wine. You found Harwin sleeping peacefully, and changed your clothes to your nightgown and climbed on the bed with him. 

If he was awake he didn’t show it. And you quickly fell into a dreamless sleep, content, happy, feeling warmth in the chest and extrangely safe in Harwin’s arms. 

The next morning you were feeling a little hot, and you had trouble breathing, and you soon discovered it was because you had Harwin’s arm around your middle

“You have a heavy arm, husband” you complained, and he was already awake

“I wish to hold you close, for I fear you are going to leave me again” you released yourself from his grip, only to turn in the bed to look at him

“I’m very sorry” you confessed, under his loving gaze, “when I saw my own nephew, and his likeness to you I saw my future, a future in which you will father my sister many other sons, and I couldn’t stand it, to see the resemblance of them and our own children” you whispered, “and everyone would know…” he shushed you gently, washing away your concerns

“Do not think that because is not going to happen” he said gently

“It did happen, Harwin, don’t you think people will see that he is not Laenor’s son?” you whispered, “Imagine that poor boy’s life, and what is going to be”

“There is nothing we can do” he whispered, “it’s done”

“There is something” you said in whispers, “we are going to protect that boy, whatever it takes, we will protect him, you hear me?” he smiled to you, “the King, me, you, we are going to be so fucking blind everyone is going to question their own minds”

“Gods I fucking love you”, he whispered, and he leaned in to kiss you but you stopped him with a finger on his lips

“Not yet” you muttered, “And I believe that was the first time you told me you love me” you whispered

“It certainly isn't going to be the last”, he growled.

“Is it true? about Harrenhal?”, you looked up at him

“Is that something you would entertain?” he asked. And you thought about it, Harrenhal was an old and haunted place, it made you shiver, but if it was any other castle, you would have loved to move there, with Harwin, and your growing belly, you knew it. “I know the palace is a ghostly place…” he muttered like he could read your mind

“We can build a new one” you whispered like it was nothing. Looking at his big eyes, and in his face was a content smile. 

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The next chapter might take a while longer to come, and if you want to discover what happened in that dinner... I might write a one-shot about it.

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The White Dragon (3)

3. The Wreckage

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Summary: Even though you were willing to put all the past behind you and your husband, it proves more difficult than you thought it be 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings:  *There might be spoilers in warnings*

Cursing, violence, smut, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, a wedding ceremony, Harwin is older than the reader. 10 years older to be exact.

There is a SMUT scene which I’m calling Dub-con because Harwin is “drunk” (not in his right mind 😂 but is still cute and hot and reader wants him)

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.9k

Notes: I don't know how I'm coming up with so many chapters... well... enjoy it

“Princess you shouldn’t be here!” called the maester, but he was interrupted by a scream for Harwin. Somebody had touched his arm while they moved him to the bed 

“He is my husband” you grunted, placing yourself at the other side of Harwin kneeling on the bed by his head. He grabbed onto you with his good arm

“I don’t want you to see me like this wife” he cried

“Princess, give them this”, the maester gave you a clay cup, filled with what you could only guess was milk of the poppy. You gently gave it to Harwin, who drank it all in two large gulps. That seemed to calm him down, but they had to remove the armor, which make him scream even more

“Princess we need to set his arm right, this is not going to be easy”

. . .

The air in the tourney had turned sour, Rharneyra seemed nervous and Laenor was too. You looked behind her at his father, and even he seemed worried, the only one smiling was Queen Alicent, in her lap, the crown made of white roses, naming her the Queen of Love and Beauty, gifted by Ser Criston, as you all called him, Crispin

“Ser Harwin is going to be alright” whispered Laenor, and she nodded, she caressed her belly

“That was a very dirty move” grunted the King to Ser Lyonel, who was shaken by the screams of pain of his son. 

“I guess he is no longer the strongest knight in the seven Kingdoms” beamed Alicent. 

Rhaenyra stood from her seat and was set to leave, and Laenor trailed behind her. 

“Sometimes I regret the day I chose him as a member of the Kingsguard” she whispered to Laenor as they took their leave

“I understand you are upset” he continued, “but you don’t have to worry, your sister is with him”

“I know,” she grunted. 

“Rhaenyra” he called her, as they were walking the gardens, she turned, in her eyes was guilt, he knew as much, “I know you care about Harwin” she didn’t deny her, she owned Laenor as much, “but he is your sister’s now”

“I know that” she snapped, her hand instinctively, in her belly. The air between them was tense, and Rhaenyra really wanted to explain to him that was she was truly worried about was Ser Criston’s reaction towards Harwin, his anger, the rage on his eyes made her tremble, he made a dirty move against him, against Harwin, and in that second she knew it was because he knew what happened between them.

Criston had turned sour towards her after she rejected her, and she believed Criston to be dangerous. Now he had harmed a member of the royal family. What could he do next? 

But at the same time, she couldn’t share her worries with Laenor, he would say that it was all in her mind, that it was a joust, and nothing had happened in truth, that the royal guard meant no harm towards Harwin. But she knew better

. . .

It had all settled down now, Harwin was resting, his breathing heavy, but seemed out because of the pain and exhaustion 

“We managed to set his arm back” growled the maester, “His recovery should be quickly and he should be back to his old self, now, be careful your Grace,Ser Harwin might be… a little drowsy” warned the Grand Maester with a shy smile

“Be careful?” you asked, still caressing your husband's dark locks

“Well he might act a little… strange” he explained, “like if he was drunk” you giggled

“I understand that, thanks” you murmured. He nodded and left you. Harwin grunted under you, revealing his awaken state, you looked down at him with a soft smile on your lips, your hand still tangled in his hair

“How are you feeling husband?” you whispered, as he opened his big eyes. At first you thought they were brown, but as you looked more closely they had strains of dark blue and green. 

”There you are” he said, a big smile slowly appearing on his plump lips, “my wifey” you giggled at the sweet nickname

“How are you feeling?” you asked

“Great” he grumbled, “but I think my jousting days are over”

“That does make me feel better” you said then, “I will not have you injured again”, he grunted, again, and the sound just awakened something inside of you, it was so primal, so needy….

“My sweet wife, come here,” he signaled, and even though it was an uncomfortable position, you leaned more into him, like he was going to let you in on a little secret, “make love to me?” he asked. and you opened your mouth in disbelief 

“Husband!”, you giggled, nervous at his lude words, “You are on milk of the poppy, I don’t want to take advantage of you” you said quietly, but he chuckled darkly

“Do it, wife!” he said drunkyly, “Take advantage, ride me like you would your dragon!” he whispered the last part, with a goofy grin on his face, and you barked out a laugh

“Harwin, stop it!” you giggled  

“My queen of love and beauty” he purred. He placed his big hand on your cheek gently, “my sweet girl” those eyes… those beautiful eyes…

“Harwin…” you called, this state of him both scared you and excited you, scared he was going to say something he shouldn’t, but excited because of what he was actually saying 

“I wanted to wed you, I wanted to bed you, I wanted to make you mine” he confessed, coaxing a deep blush on your cheeks and the butterflies in your belly

“Why didn’t you?” you asked

“You were barely a woman, a girl of six and ten” he said softly, “So pure and innocent, how could I be worthy?” 

“You are worthy” you whispered

“I heard Rickon Stark saying you were going to marry his son” he whispered back, his eyes looking at yours so intensely it made you shiver, “I thought they were going to send you to the North as soon as you turned 18” 

“He never did,” you said simply. Harwin smiled at you, arranging a wild lock of hair behind your ear

“Because you are mine now” he growled, “Now… about that ride” you barked out a laugh. But you wanted to please him, you desired him, wanted him, so you leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips, but he grabbed you by the back of the neck and deepened the kiss, devouring you. 

He grabbed you and made you drop your body on top of his without releasing you

“Your arm,” you complained. He just growled, using just one hand he placed it on your ass, squeezing it. You whined with need, but still… “Are you sure? You should rest” he pressed you more against him so you could feel his throbbing manhood against your belly, and you couldn’t help but moan. 

“alright, alright” you groaned against his lips, it was quick and easy, you knew he wouldn’t release you, so you only leaned to a side to release his throbbing manhood. You pumped it with one hand, making him grunt.

“I’ll put a baby in you” he confirmed, and you moaned in need. Luckily the dress you were wearing today was thin, and had no need for undergarments, so with a little bit of effort you pulled up your head and it ended on the floor, leaving you naked for the greedy eyes of your husband. You climbed back on top of him. He grabbed your hip with his good hand, his eyes so blown out they looked black. You lined up his thick cock with your entrance, and you moaned loudly when you lowered your hips, impaling yourself on his length.

“I want you to” you whispered 

“Oh seven fucks” he grunted, and you moaned softly at the feeling of being stuffed full of him, it always felt so good. “Fuck wifey, you are always so tight for me” You placed a hand on his chest for leverage to star riding him like he wanted you to. 

He grunted underneath you, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were close, small curses escaped his lips. 

“Harwin”, you called, in need, he opened his eyes and looked at you riding him like your life depended on it. you changed the sway of your hips until the tip of his cock grazed that special spot inside of you, making your eyes rolled to the back of your own skull, specially when Harwin’s hand traveled to one of your breasts, squeezing it, his fingers twitching the peak between his thumb and his index finger. 

“Wife” he called, as you both reached your climaxes at the same time. You let yourself fall over Harwin, gasping and trying to gather your breath. As he stuffed you full of him. 

When you woke the next day you were over Harwin, your head resting over his shoulder and your hand on his chest. Your breasts rested against his side, as did the rest of your naked body, and your leg was possessively over his. You smiled softly, as you started to caress his chest, the hairs felt so soft under your hand.

He grunted, gently opening his eyes with a warm smile on his face. his hand that rested on your shoulder lowered down your back, caressing your skin in turn 

“Good morning wife” he purred

“Good morning husband” you said back

“How did we end up in this situation?” he asked heartedly, “did I harm you last night?” you raised your head to look at his concerned one

“You don’t remember?” you asked, had he not meant all those sweet words he said to you last night? He saw the disappointed look in your eyes, and he tried to fix it. He tried to move his arm but failed with a whine

“You are injured” you said softly, “they had to reset your arm back, and they gave you a large amount of milk of the poppy…” you tried

“Did I harm you? Was I rough?” he was truly concern, you smiled gently and shook your head

“You didn’t, it was great…” you said softly, “You said you’d like me to… “ride you like I would my dragon” you giggled, and he opened his eyes and mouth in disbelief, and then a cheeky smile appeared on his face

“I see…” he purred, “and you certainly did…”

“I certainly did” you lowered your gaze, still feeling the disappointment he didn’t remember all the things he said to you

“What else did I say?” he continued

“You were sweet, I’m sad you don’t remember” he leaned and kissed you sweetly

“I’m sorry for upsetting you sweet wife”

“You didn’t” you whispered, “I’m sorry you got injured” you continued, his face contorted in pain when he tried to move his arm and couldn’t

“If you're going to ride me like that, I’m not” His gentleness made you happy, but still, you wanted to know if the words he spoke were true. 

“You told me that… “ you began, nervousness clawing at your throat, “that you wanted me… two years ago, and that… you wanted to marry me but I was young, and promised to Cregan Stark” harwin only grunted softly, “And that you thought I was going to the North as soon as I turned 18”

“Yeah” he grunted, he seemed embarrassed, “It’s the truth”

“I thought it was my sister you wanted”, you muttered mindlessly, looking down at his chest, but when you felt his gentle touch on your face, you raised your eyes to look at him

“It had always been you”

It was a beautiful morning, two months later, that a servant awoke you and Harwin with the news that your sister had begun her labors. Oh you were so nervous, you fleetingly thought that you were more nervous than your own sister, she was certain that everything was going to be alright and she was unusually calm the day before, only complaining that she missed riding Syrax. 

So you and your husband, that morning, decided to try to make a babe of your own, before you got dressed and awaited the news of the Prince being born. 

It was noon when the news came, it was a boy named Jacaerys, and Rhaenyra would love to see you. 

The castle was roaring to life with the news of the new Prince, and you guessed that your father was ready to celebrate and throw the realm into another tournament, or a ball of some sorts. You and Harwin smiled to one another as he grabbed your hand in his. 

When you reached your sister’s chambers the Queen and your father were already there, but you got the feeling that something was wrong. Alicent was looking at you with her big eyes and an unsettling look on them. But you ignored her, your eyes finding your sister, who looked tired as you never saw her before. Her silver hair is still wet and sticky with sweat, dancing freely over her shoulders. They dressed her in a simple robe, as she was laying on a longchair, the one that used to be your mother’s

“Hey Nyra” you greeted, and she smiled brightly at you, a bundle cuddled against her chest. you leaned in to kiss her forehead, and then, you stood to look at the baby. And your whole world collapsed around you. 

When you saw your nephew you knew, you just had to look at him, his pale skin like Rhaenyra’s and his thick black hair, just like… Harwin’s. Your husband was beside you, looking at the babe like only a father would his newborn son, he grabbed your shoulders tightly, looking directly at the babe with a smile pulling at his lips

Your father said something but you couldn’t hear it, your senses were numb with pain, and heartache. But in your haze, your eyes connected with those of Alicent, who was looking at you with pity, like she knew, like you, what had happened here

“Would you like to hold him, sister?” the voice of Rhaenyra awoke you, and when you looked down at your sister, she had that guilty look on her face

“You should practice, wife” Harwin whispered with a proud look on his face

“Yes, daughter, you will have your own babe soon enough” your father chimed in, but suddenly all your strength left you. You felt a twist at the bottom of your stomach .

“I’m sorry” you apologized, knowing that if she handed you her son you were going to drop him, your arms turned to jelly, “I bet you are tired sister, I should let you rest” and under the scrutiny of the Queen, the King, Laenor, your sister, and your husband, you abandoned the room in a haste, because you felt acid running up your throat

You ran down the corridors, feeling more ill by the second, a strong nausea taking a hold on you, and the closest thing you could find to drop the contents of your stomach, was a huge base placed in the corner. You fell over it, kneeling on the floor and puking your stomach out

“Princess” Ser Criston Cole, unfortunately, was the one to find you, “Are you alright?”

“I feel sick” you answered

“I will alert the Lord Commander” he said quickly, but you shook your head

“No, I’m ok, I’m ok” you repeated, with his help you stood up, “I’m fine”, he let you leave. You knew he didn’t like you because of what happened with Rhaenyra, his loyalty belonged with the Queen now. You walked down the corridors until you found yourself in the Godswood 

You found a seat where you could enjoy the noon sun, and you sat there, trying to control the nausea, and the heartache

But soon another presence joined you, you looked up to see Queen Alicent, and now you really wanted to throw up some more, perhaps aim at her dress and shoes

“Princess”

“Your grace” you answered, looking down

“I’m sorry” she whispered, taking a seat next to you

“What for?”, you might have harness anger for Rhaenyra and your own husband, but you are never going to betray your sister

“You are upset” she continued 

“I’m upset because I'm scared,” you said looking up at her, “I might be with child any time now, and seeing my sister, such a strong woman, suffer like that, it triggered me, reminded me of my mother” it was partially true. But she didn’t buy it, she leaned into you

“You and I both know, what is so plain to see” she whispered, you looked back at her, your gaze never wavered, you didn’t even blink

“I don’t know what you mean” you spitted out, “I’m upset because I’m scared of having children” and in that you weren’t lying either, you weren’t sure you wanted to have children that were going to look exactly like your nephew

“I know you want to protect your sister” she continued, “… but what she did to you… is not proper, is not fair”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you interrupted her. She sighed loudly, in defeat, behind her you could see Ser Criston, waiting for her. 

“I’m sorry for what they did to you” she whispered, “they have no shame, and they have dragged you along” she did pitied you, but you thought her pity was going to turn into anger, she was going to put you in the same bag she has placed Rhaenyra

She left you then, her Kingsguard followed her, but when did exited the Godswood, they crossed paths with Steffon, who appeared through the double doors, his eyes found you, sitting there, en his eyes was pure panic, you must have looked terrible, sick looking and with tears in your cheeks. 

“Princess, they told me you were sick” he said hastily

“Yeah, I threw up, but I’m fine” you whispered 

“I should take you to the maesters” he said, reaching you, he placed his hand on your shoulder, and you would have said no, but you felt so sick still, you just nodded

He escorts you to the tower of the maesters, a place you haven't visited since that time you broke your hand.

“Should I alert your husband?” he asked, but then you just shook your head

“No, thanks, not yet” The maester looked surprised to see you, normally they would send for him and they would visit your chambers

“You grace” he greeted, the old man fixed his robes and chain, looking at you with his small eyes opened round like plates

“The princess is sick” Ser Steffon chimed in, and with one look from you, he exited the room and waited for you outside

“What do you feel, Princess? Can you describe it to me?”, he made you sit at a tall table. 

“I feel very nauseous, and I threw up” you mentioned, “the very thought of food alone twists my guts into a knot” 

“Let’s see, shall we princess?” he examined you thoroughly, didn’t let anything escape his eyes. And finally there was only one conclusion

“When was your last blood moon, princess?”

You walked back to your chambers in a daze, Steffon walking silently right beside you. But as you were at the doors, Rhaenyra’s room just down the hallway, you decided you didn’t want to be here. So as your shadow followed you silently, you walked until you were outside the Keep.  Instead of venturing into the city, you decided to walk the gardens instead. It was still a beautiful day, you walked silently amongst the trees in line,  until you reached the stone balcony, giving you a splendid view of the Black Water.

You let the light breeze try to take away your worries, but it only made you more doubtful. 

You didn’t know what to think, what to do. You were expecting your husband’s child, and in another circumstances, you would be so happy, joyous even, but… not the same day you witnesses the incarnation itself of your husband’s indiscretions.

Was there going to be another? Did he still enjoy the company of your sister? You knew Laenor couldn’t perform as a husband for her, so… would she find someone knew?

But it was too late, according to your calculations he was conceived even before your wedding day, before you two got betrothed even, you didn’t have any evidence they kept having their secret encounters… but your mind flooded with the face of that babe

Your nephew

And now you were expecting Harwin’s child, that when it’s born, is going to look exactly like him. You and Rhaenyra didn’t look alike, except for the silver hair, so you didn’t really know what was going to happen regarding the looks of your own babe, but you could only guess. People had eyes, and they were all on you, the Queen’s, your father’s, the entire court. 

You let the sunset sun bathe you, and tears fell freely down your cheeks 

Steffon offered you a simple handkerchief and you used it to wipe your tears.  

“What am I supposed to do now?” you asked. Steffon was your sworn Knight, in his vows, he pledge to keep your secrets, and he had

“I don’t know” he whispered, “are you with his child?” you nodded, looking at the horizon, he leaned in, “do you want me to kill him?” you didn’t know if he was kidding or not, you guessed not, but you chuckled nonetheless

“No, no” you whispered. 

“I can make it look like an accident” an image of Steffon hiding, and then pushing Harwin down the stairs made you giggle, more comical in your mind than it could be in real life. You always had a creative mind

“I’m certain you could, but I don’t think it would solve the main problem” you muttered with a shy smile

“Maybe your child is gifted with the Targaryen silver hair” he tried, “maybe nobody sees the resemblance”

“My child may have silver hair, but I will never truly have my husband” you whispered, voicing your true concerns 

You were his, he was your only one, your first one, you belonged to him, but the same courtesy wasn’t granted to you, he didn’t belong to you, he just had his own child, a son, with a woman that wasn’t you, that was your own sister. You placed a hand in your yet flat belly. But your child would be yours, to care for, to cherish, to protect with fierceness. To teach high Valyrian to, to teach how to bond and ride a dragon. That did made you smile

You knew Harwin was going to love your child, as much as he had cared for you this past months and even more. 

But would he show his love for his other child? for the child he had with his lover?

When you came back to your chambers Harwin hadn't arrived yet, and for that you were thankful. You haven't eaten all day, but you weren’t hungry, you felt tired, like you could sleep for a week without anyone disturbing your slumber. 

You were dozing off curled in your bed when Harwin entered. Sometimes the shifts on the city watch would end in taverns and pleasure houses, so it wasn’t strange for him to arrive at a late hour. 

“Wife” he greeted, and in his face was a smile that you guessed never disappeared since the morning

“Hey” you whispered, trying to coax a smile on your own face, but it didn’t work, every time you saw him, your chest hurt

“Where did you go this morning? you ran off” he knew that something was off with you

“Just needed to walk,” you answered, curling up further inside the bed. You could see his worried gaze, but you averted yours, “how was your shift?”

“I’ve got to say, wife, that after the purge your uncle committed the first weeks before he refounded the city watch, it's been a dull affair” you smiled at his

“You are too kind, you are the commander now, I bet you keep everything under control yourself” you whispered. He smiled widely… oh those eyes again. He leaned in and kissed you softly 

“Did something happen today?” he asked. You just shook your head. Remembering how difficult it must be for him as well, and how difficult you were to him the first weeks of your betrothal, he was a good man, it was true. But what you had seen and witnessed, with him and your sister, you couldn’t let it go, especially not now.

Harwin took his armor off, leaving it in its special place by the hearth. And he was on you in a second, a warm smile on his face, he placed his big hands on your shoulders and kissed you sweetly. You recognized those kisses, he wanted you, he desired you, perhaps fuelled with thoughts about impregnation

But you couldn’t possibly be more dry

“Is Rhaenyra’s son yours?” you asked, when he was dropping kisses down your neck. He stopped in a second, his panicked gaze looking at you. Your eyes filled with tears again

“How could you think that?” he answered, he seemed hurt by your insinuations

“Harwin it isn't very odd, I saw you and her…”

“Your sister had other lovers” he said plainly, “That boy is a Velaryon”

“I’m sorry” you whispered, “I will never bring it up again” he smiled softly, dropping one last kiss on your lips before getting inside the covers by your side. 

The next morning you found him early in the morning, putting back his city watch uniform and gold cloak

“I’m off wifey” 

“It’s a little early” you commented, his smile was gentle as ever, his hand cradled your face, “I thought you had to be in the barracks by noon today”

“I want to go early so I can leave early” he answered, “you told me you wanted us to have dinner”

“Oh, right” you whispered, a shy smile on your lips, you wanted to tell him tonight over a nice dinner that you were expecting his baby. “have a good day, husband” you whispered, he smiled brightly at you and kissed you softly on the lips

“Thanks, my lovely wife” he answered softly, leaving you to do your hair to begin your day

You were starting to care deeply for Harwin, he was so sweet and even though he was the strongest man of the seven kingdoms, yet he was so gentle with you, and the physical power he held made your body tingle with need and excitement, for him. 

You braided your hair that day, wanting to keep it out of your face, you put on one of your favorite dresses, and with a shy smile, you decided you wanted to mend bonds with your sister, she just had a baby! you should be happy for her, the future heir to the iron throne.

So you went to see her, you left your rooms to find Ser Criston guarding the door, always silent, he just stood there, so you paid him no mind as you walked passed him down the hall to your sister’s rooms

But before you could enter her quarters, you heard a deep voice. You stopped, froze on your tracks because it was Harwin’s voice. 

You peered inside the room from the door, and you saw both of them, Harwin had your nephew in his arms and was smiling down at him, and Rhaenyra was watching both of them with a tired smile. 

He had denied his parentage to you, and he pretended like the child wasn't his on top of it… But this? He lied to you, to spend time with the baby you knew was his, this was reaffirming it. 

Right then and there you decided you couldn’t, you wouldn’t handle this, you didn’t know how. 

You ran away, again, cleaning the tears from your eyes with the sleeve of your dress. 

You can't, you couldn’t do this. You felt a pain in your chest so sharp you actually thought something was wrong with you. But it was just heartache

You had to leave, you couldn’t stay here, not with him so close to her. No with them playing you like you were a fool. But at the same time, you didn’t have anywhere to go, to Dragonstone? your sister's seat? the seat of the heir to the throne? No. You had no known home, your family didn’t hold any other place. Or should you go to Harrenhall? your husband’s seat, perhaps? that sounded as enticing as falling off your dragon

You were alone 

But what you knew for sure is that you couldn’t stay here. 

So you gathered some of your clothes and put them on a leather bag, alongside a heavy pouch with coins, put on your riding gear and completely alone, without even the company of your Kingsguard, you used one of the passageways your uncle had taught you about and left the Red Keep with a hood on. 

You should have done this sooner, before you got married, before you were with child, but you couldn’t take it, not this….

Next chapter... a tour around Essos 😂

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (7)

7. Seeds of mistrust

MASTERLIST

Summary: Too many Targaryen under one roof, eventually something had to go down. 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, drama! everywhere, death of a secondary character, Targaryen incest (not reader), Viserys gaslighting himself and everyone else 😂, talks about death in childbirth. Might miss some warnings 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.4 k

Notes: Let’s plant the seed of scorn between the family, shall we?

“He… just, fell”, Joanna cried to the commander of the Targaryen soldiers, the ones that guarded the inside of the castle. You comforted her, rubbing her back gently, “He came in the night, he was so drunk he couldn’t stand properly”, she continued, “he claimed he was hot and wanted to feel the air, so he came close to the window and just, he fell!” 

“We are so sorry for your loss, Lady Joanna”, muttered the soldier, nodding and leaving the room. Leaving you alone with Ser Steffon, Joanna and you

“I’m so sorry M’Lady”, said Steffon, “I was guarding the corridors and I should have help him”, oh he help him alright, you thought, falling off that window

“You have nothing to be sorry for” she sniffed, she recovered quickly, cleaning her tears but not letting others fall down. 

“I’ll let you be”, you said to her, “so you can put everything in order”, writing a letter to the Reynes and his siblings you gathered.

You left with Ser Steffon walking beside you

“You are not a common sellsword”, you assured, “I don’t think of you in that way…”

“I know” he reassured you, “I told you I would make it look like an accident”

“She mustn't know, nobody can know”

“I promised to guard your secrets, didn't I?”

“You certainly did” you giggled

You didn't feel remorse when you sent Ser Steffon to hide in the balcony and push that wretched man off. Luckily Joanna was changing behind a screen on the other side of the chamber, and Steffon climbed off to leave in another room. So nobody knew what truly happened

“I promise i will never asked anything like this ever again” 

“you are a good person, for protecting your friend”, he whispered

“Still…”, you assured him, while you walked away with your hand in your belly

Alicent was leaving the Septon after her morning prayers, when she was boarded by the the youngest of Ser Lyonel’s children, Ser Larys

“A pity what happened last night”, he commenced. Alicent rolled her eyes, but when she turned to look at him, she drew a small smile, “a young man, falling from a window”

“The abuse of wine and other splurges will treat everyone the same way, no matter their nobility”, she observed. Criston, behind her looked at the young Strong with suspicion, he didn’t like the man, nor did he trust him 

“Yes, well, she left her young wife, I wonder if she is relieved or saddened?”

“That is horrible, why would she be relieved?”, she snapped, her patience short.

“It was no secret that he enjoyed mistreating her, your grace, let just say that she wasn’t allowed to wear short sleeved dresses anymore”, 

“If that’s true, good riddance then, seems like the Gods did their job, punishing him”, she said severely

“The gods, or a certain Kingsguard who is the sworn sword of the widow’s best friend? He seemed to be roaming the hallways at that hour of the night”, and with that he left the Queen, pondering, calculating

And her own mind started tormenting her, she started to doubt 

When Alicent entered the private chambers of the king, Lord Lyonel was with him. Is not that she didn’t like the man, she just would have preferred that it was his Father in its place as the hand of the king, not him. 

“Are you certain, Lyonel?”

“I’m afraid so, your grace” 

“What is going on?”, she asked. Lyonel didn’t say anything

“Nothing you should worry about my love”, muttered Viserys with a shy smile, if only Alicent knew they were talking about how the Rogue Prince was seen leaving Princess’ Rhaenyra’s chambers after the hour of the bat. 

The hand of the King left the room after bowing.                                                                                                                            

“I need to speak to you, my love”, by her tone he already knew this couldn’t be good, and right now, he was tired of the events of the day. A nobleman died falling from a window and a scared group of young ladies of the court had the bad luck to be the first to come across his dead body. 

“Yes, my love” answered the king with a tired smile 

“It’s about the accident, if it was an accident”, she muttered

“It was an accident, dear,” he said, already tired. 

“How can we be sure?”, she asked then, “A nobleman died under your roof! Don’t you want to know what happened?”

“They said the man was so drunk he could barely walk!”, he reasoned, “Last night was hot, he came into the window, tripped and fell, I don’t see what is strange about it” 

“Don’t you think it’s odd?”, she muttered. Viserys grabbed her hand and squeezed gently, “Ser Steffon was seen close to the place he fell from the balcony”

“What are you saying? that Ser Steffon pushed that man out of the balcony?” he laughed 

“She could perfectly have commanded it!” she snapped, “Joanna is the lady friend of your daughter” 

“Alicent…” he called

 “You can’t let this slide!” she said, “One of your daughters is having people thrown off of balconies and the other clearly has a child that…”

“Clearly what?”, his face was dead serious, and Alicent doubted her own words. 

“Viserys”, she called, silently begging him to not make her say it

“And (Y/N) made Ser Steffon kill her friend's husband?”, he laughed, again, “That is nonsense,” he laughed, “why would she do that?”

“They say he mistreated her”, she continued, “Joanna just encountered your daughter a week ago in her birthday celebrations, she told her, and your daughter made Jon Reyne came to the capital where she could slein him”

“Alicent, I’m sorry my love, I know baby Aemond is keeping you up at night, and you must be so tired”. If Alicent wasn’t so devoted to his husband, she would cry and scream and hit his chest

“Viserys…”, she felt like she was losing her mind

“Everyone is here!” Muttered Viserys, “my two daughters, now my brother, we should all gather for supper” he patted her shoulder and walked out of his own room. 

She walked down the halls with haste, and anger, Ser Criston swiftly followed 

“I don’t want to believe this!” she grunted in annoyance, “one of the princess committing adultery and the other having people killed?”

“They tend to do as they please”, he said, “they have no care for the consequences of their actions, because they will never suffer any”

“And Viserys does nothing!”, she said, “His senses are dormant”

And when the night fell over King's Landing, Alicent sat at the longtable, at the side of the King, looking at both princesses, talking and laughing, she became angry, upset. Harwin was there, the father of Rhaenyra’s first child, she knew it, everybody knew it, and yet her husband the King rewarded him and married him to another princess. And she knew about her own husband’s tryst and did nothing, she was an accomplice to it. And then she had his own Kingsguard throw a man out the window, to kill him.

The same Kingsguard placed at the door with Ser Harrold, smiling, he just kept going like nothing happened. 

It wasn’t fair

They couldn’t just keep going, doing whatever they pleased, committing adultery, cuckolding Ser Laenor, lying about it, and now killing a man. Was the baby in the princess belly even Ser Harwin’s? perhaps she had gotten a lover of her own. That is why they were all so content with one another, they were all in it together. Everybody knew about Ser Laenor’s preferences as well.

Alicent was grabbing her silverware so tightly her knuckles turned white. 

You were eating when you felt again a strong kick in your belly, smiling, you grabbed Harwin’s hand and placed it right there when he felt it too. He smiled widely, leaning in and kissing your temple

“Our child”, he purred

“I think it’s a boy” you whispered

“Really?, I think it’s a girl”, he whispered back. Oh you really would love to have a little girl

“What are you two love birds whispering about?”, chuckled Ser Leanor. Harwin kept his hand on your belly while he kept eating with the other one

“Harwin thinks we are having a girl!”, you giggled, “I think it’s a boy”

“You definitely have the shape of a boy”, he noted, drinking sips of his wine. “a rounder belly, just like Rhaenyra’s”, it became awkward then. Rhaenyra’s face was hard to crack, she had an unreadable expression on her face, her lips sealed tight in a line.

“Whatever it is”, she muttered, “it’s going to be loved so dearly”, she said, if you did have to describe the look on her face, it would be one of bitterness. but luckily Ser Laenor didn’t got the tension that was building, instead he grabbed his cup and made a toast

“For our growing family!” he toasted, and your father, the king was the first to raise his cup

“For even more grandchildren!” he cheered 

The evening was beginning to turn pleasant, your family drinking wine and feasting, talking pleasantly. Laenor telling tales of his battles in the Stepstones, Harwin laughing, one hand holding wine and the other holding you. But your sister’s eyes were like daggers being thrown at you, and you couldn’t understand why

“And then I looked him right in the eyes and I just knew I had to beat him”, Harwin told, “There was no other way, He was the defending champion, if I wanted to be taken seriously I had to knock him down, whatever it took so I took my spear and started spurring my horse”

“I saw that tourney” laughed Ser Laenor

“you must have been like 6 years old” laughed Harwin, “I was barely 6 and 10”

“I was eight, but a tourney like that you don’t forget”, muttered Laenor, “They named you Ser Harwin Breakbones, the strongest night on the Seven Kingdoms”

“My very first tournament”, he growled with a nostalgic smile

“Did you win?” you asked, he smiled down at you and squeeze your side

“Weren’t you watching?” he asked, amused

“Well, I was 6” you giggled, “I was playing with my dolls inside the Red Keep”, he laughed leaning in and kissing you fast

“I didn’t win, Borros Baratheon knocked me off my horse like I weighed nothing” he laughed

“Then perhaps I did good by not being there”, you giggled

“Of course, being part of the lists isn’t nothing like being in an actual battle”, he muttered looking at Laenor

“War is terrible, but in the midst of a battle you forget about the misery and all that comes to mind is destroying the enemy no matter the cost, nor the consequences”, he said.

“Well, some will say that you are not a man until you’ve been to the battlefield” whispered Harwin

“That is not true, I would gladly give my manhood if it meant that no other man would have to be on the battlefield”, he whispered back. The conversation between he four of you being talk in whispers, not for the more “adults” to hear at the other side of the table 

“Lucky for us we are ladies”, you muttered, trying to ease the tension, Harwin caught the bait of course, squeezing your side again

“Oh really? Would you fly into battle atop your dragon, my princess?”

“Oh you can bet on it”, you assured, “But against whom do I wonder?”, your eyes diverted from the room and landed across the room. Perched on the stone wall, there were banners of your houses, Of course Targaryen, now Velaryon, and Strong, and…

You gasped when you realized… The tower in the hightower’s sigil, it was so alike the one in your dream, you looked to your left to see the Queen over, she was looking back at you with anger in her eyes, the dress she was weaning… the color like the green color of the flames

You only came back to the present when Harwin placed his hand on your belly again

“Hey, you there? Where did you go?” he whispered in your ear, and you smiled reassuringly

“I’m fine, love”, you reacted quickly, “Sorry”

“You tired?”, you nodded

“If you wish you could stay, I really want to go to sleep”, he nodded, kissing your cheek, and you stood from the table, “Good night everybody”, you paid your respects to your father and you abandoned the dining room in your way to your rooms

Harwin abandoned the dining room two hours later, when the wine had ceased. He was the last one to abandon the hall shortly after Rhaenyra and Laenor had, but as he was walking down the hallway, he was grabbed in the darkness and pulled into a room. He wasn’t afraid, he knew those hands quite well, but only when the moonlight hit her face he could confront her

“Rhaenyra” he called

“Harwin”, she answered, but then she smiled warmly, “I’ve miss you”

“You had seen me everyday”, he muttered, swallowing hard

“I missed you… inside me”

“Rhaenyra…” he warned

“Harwin…”, but when she saw he wouldn’t lean in to kiss her, she placed a hand in his chest, “it’s been so long”

“What do you want?”

“I want you…”

“I can’t”, he muttered firmly, "I don't..."

“What’s the matter?”

“I’m married”, he said, and didn't believe what she was saying, "we made her a promise, we are over" 

“So what…?”, she lean in to kiss him but he took a step back

“I love her”, he growled, “she has my baby in her belly, she is my wife, my family”

“I gave you a baby”

“That was a mistake, and Jacaerys is a Velaryon”

“Don’t say that”, she said back

“He wasn’t a mistake, but I can’t lay with you”

“Why?” she asked

“Because I love her, and I won’t betray her again” 

“What if I command it?”, she tried then, “A command from your princess?”

“Then call me traitor and have my head”, he said after a moment of silence, and when she said nothing

“I will always cherish those moments we had and when Jacaerys needs me, I will be there by his side, to protect him and guide him, but what we had is over”, and then he left the room, coming back to the quarters he shared… with you

He found curled up by the fire of the hearth,a  big thick blanket around you

“There you are, I thought you were tired”, he muttered

“I tried to find sleep, but the nightmares found me instead”, you whispered. He sat by your side and surrounded your shoulder with his arm and cuddled you to him. He kissed your head lovingly, as you cuddled by the fire 

“I never thought I’d have a wife, and a family of my own”, he whispered, looking at the flames

“Why?” you asked him, and he shook his head

“I just didn’t thought it was something on my reach, I’d thought I’d grow older first, replace my father as Lord of Harrenhal, and then when I’m fat, comfortable and tired I would have made a poor girl, daughter of another house of the Riverlands to marry me and warm my bed”, you giggled, amused

“Well, I’m not from the Riverlands and I wed you before you turned fat, tired and comfortable”, you muttered

“Are you from the king’s lands?” he asked

“No”, you whispered, “I was born in the Vale, in the Eyrie”

“Really?” he asked, amused

“In my mother’s home” you whispered then, “you married a girl from the Vale”, you mocked, and he chuckled. You grabbed his hand and placed it in your belly, where your baby was kicking, again

“Is restless, the little one”, he chuckled

“Very”, you giggled, “Sometimes it feels like it has more than 4 extremities” you whispered

“Is a dragon and a Strong”, he chuckled, “a great combination” 

“Indeed” 

You spent one hour by the fire until your husband convinced you to go to bed. Harwin right now was already asleep and it was late, but you grew terribly hungry, so you sneaked out of your room and walked down the hallway expecting a long walk towards the kitchens… but someone stopped you. Daemon was coming your way, and the only place he could be coming from… was Rhaenyra’s chambers

“Daemon?” you asked. But he shushed you 

“Don’t tell anyone” he growled, and you kept quiet

“I haven’t seen anything”, you muttered, “where are you going?” 

“I am no longer welcomed here”, he said with a faint smile

“Did something happen?” you asked

“Some disagreements with your father”, he continued, “besides my wife is waiting for me in Driftmark, and then we are flying back to Pentos” 

“I wish you a good fly back home to Pentos, where everyone is happy” you almost mocked 

“Not everybody” he muttered, turning his back to you

“Are you coming back?”, you asked. He only smiled

“I might”, your hand went to your belly, “Good luck with the birth”, he whispered with a sad look on his face.

“This child would want to meet his great uncle”

“Great uncle, very funny”, he chuckled, his mood improving, “I will come back to meet the brat”

“Well, thanks” you mocked, he smiled, giving you a tight hug and then he walked away from you, and kept walking until he disappeared behind a corner of the Hallway. 

If you dwell on your uncle and what he was doing in your sister’s chambers… and you decided against it, you didn’t want to think about it. 

Your nights ever since the night of your Name day had been plagued with different nightmares, the tower, the dragon. Why would you dream about Vhagar anyways? you had barely gazed upon the beast a couple of times and since your grandfather died and it flew away nobody had seen it. 

Silly dreams were far from turning you into a Dreamer, but if you were one you really desired to have a clearer sight of things. Clearer “visions”, if that’s what they were. After meeting your uncle you decided against your trip to the kitchen, the night was dark and the castle looked abandoned and it frightened you, instead you went back to bed

That night you dreamed you were atop the tower, with three huge dragons flying a top of your head, none of them devoured you or tried to… but you were restless nonetheless

Harwin however, dreamed about you, and him, together in Harrenhal with more than one child running around

You were about to give birth, a fortnight shy, or something like that, and you were feeling so heavy that you wanted to expel this child from your body at once. 

Your belly had become big, very, very big, the Grand Maester didn’t want to say anything, but you could see the concern in his old eyes. 

Today you felt especially tired, your nights were tormented with nightmares of the flaming tower, so instead of beginning your day as usual, you cuddled yourself in a long comfortable long chair placed by the window, your handmaiden Viola would bring you books and food and you covered yourself to the neck with a thick blanket and there is where your husband found you when he came back from the city watch

“Hey wifey” he leaned over you and kissed you in your temple, “Are you unwell?”

“I’m tired” you muttered, your hand caressing your big belly, “this baby is very big, I think… He is going to tear me apart when he is born” you whispered, caressing your belly

“Don’t say that” he whispered, but no words could comfort you, your belly was so large it amazed you, way bigger than Rhaenyra’s when she was pregnant with her first one, “We might be Strong’s but we are very gentle” he whispered with a shy smile on his lips. 

“Harwin” you called, he sat by your side in a second. “If something happens, I want you to save the baby”

“What?” he frowned, panic taking a grip in his face

“If there is a complication, you can cut my belly, save our child…”

“Don’t say that” he muttered, “Don’t ever say that”, he grabbed your hand in his and squeezed, reassuringly

“I’m making that decision”, you said firmly, “so you don’t have to” 

“There is no need to make it at all”, he kissed your temple as he caressed your big belly. “I want us to raise our child in Harrenhal, in our new home”

“I’d like that”, you whispered. “But what about the city watch?”

“Fuck the city watch”

“They were about to make you Commander”, you whispered

“I know my love, but first things first, let’s wait until we have our little one in our arms?”

“Yes” and for the first time in a couple of months, Harwin cuddled you into a dreamless sleep 

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More notes: I hope it was clear what i tried to do here... now Alicent hates reader too 😂 under her cloak of righteousness and all that... We are coming close to the "end" after next chapter we will have a time-lapse!

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (6)

6. NameDay

MASTERLIST

Summary: Happy name day your grace

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, mentions of domestic violence (not against reader, and only in this chapter), smut, breeding kink (c'mon Harwin you already have it😂) medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs

+ 18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.6k

Notes: I have a big confusion with the ages and everything, it hard to keep track of, I gather that in the third chapter, “Second of his name” Rhaenyra was 17? and Aegon was 2? But that makes everything more confusing. I want everyone (spoilersss) to be the same age as Aemond so I changed things a bit. This is some sort of filler chapter, sorry

You flew over Pentos but you kept flying east, the wind in your face, earth below you, only skies above you. And then, the scenery changed, in front of you, there were endless fields of yellow grass. 

Horses galloping, mounted but shirtless men with long black hair and skin kissed by the raging sun. Soon you were challenging them to a race, you flying above them, and they ran under you, like you were all facing battle, together. But your dragon was faster, you quickly surpassed them and left them behind, but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t go away, they kept tickling you. 

When you saw a beautiful plain of grass you commanded Vhaelar to descend, you wanted to feel the grass under your feet, and the sun above you. Hoping you left the Khalasar behind you. 

Even if you enjoyed your travels, and the hunger for it only grew, you had much left to explore, and yet… you miss the comfort of your bed, the safety of the Keep. The certainty no harm will come to you. You did miss those things, and also your family. 

You closed your eyes as Vhaelar flies away, leaving you alone. As you were willing to face the sun above, and enjoy the solitude, but as you basked in it, a cold breeze hit your body, and made you tremble. As you looked upon the horizon a storm was gathering, and that made you frown, because you hadn't spotted when you were a top of your dragon

A single raindrop fell on your face, and that was all it took to start running. Your dragon wasn’t near, he flew so far away in so little time… where was she? In the distance you saw a run down tall tower, huge, built with gray stones. As you ran towards it for shelter from the storm, a massive black dragon landed on top of it, making you stop immediately. Screeching, flapping its black and red wings. When he spotted you, the storm was already falling from above, the cold rain soaking you, lightning struck, illuminating the gray sky. His ruby eyes told you what you needed to know, it was the Black Dread itself, Balerion, you have heard the stories many times. 

From within the tower, you saw a green light, you never saw anything like it, but the light spreaded, all over the windows, and soon, you could see it even between the stones. The tower exploded with green fire from within, wildfire, the black dragon still roaring above it, but it disappeared under the green flames with a screech. 

The explosion made you fall backwards. you looked up above the skies and you were met with dragons flying above you. One, biggest above everyone else, was Vhagar, the Queen of all dragons, you stood up from the ground, the storm still ragging on. But as another lightning brighten up the sky, the huge dragon descended on you, and the last thing you saw was her huge mouth opening to swallow you whole 

You woke with your own scream, fighting for breath, to find yourself in the safety of your rooms. Your breathing was heavy, your heart was pounding inside your chest so hard you could almost hear it. 

But you woke up alone, Harwin wasn’t there, you guessed he had left for the city watch, you knew that he was on the brink of a promotion, and you were happy for him. And glad that he wasn’t woken by your scream either

You felt a knock on the door

“Your grace, are you alright?” it was the voice of one of the kingsguard

“Yes, I’m fine, I just had a nightmare”. You stood in bed trying to regain your bearings, and, just like that, you felt something inside your belly, like a little kick. You giggle, caressing your stomach and felt another one

“Well, good morning little one” you whispered, with a silly smile on your face. Until your lady in waiting opened the door with your breakfast.

“Good morning your grace”

“Good morning Viola”, you greeted. You ate alone, and fast and then she helped you put on a beautiful dress you chose for the day. 

And then you realized… 

Today was your birthday

How could you ever forget it? It just slipped your mind!, but inside you felt a weird need for everyone else to forget, you weren’t in the mood for celebrating, and probably, they all did. Probably all of them forgot it was your name day

You got out of your chambers, you were still ”grounded” inside the keep, you still needed to make everyone believe you were not going to leave without warning again, rubbing your belly, happily discovering that your baby was big enough to kick. You could really feel him now

When you walked down the hallways that led to your chambers, you met Steffon who was waiting for you down the stairs

“Good morning your grace” you just had to hear him, he was smiling cheekily and his tone was one of almost mockery

“Good morning” you teased, “Before you tell me what you are hiding, I want to tell you…” you said with a wide smile, “I felt my baby kick today”

“It certainly is a special day your grace”, he muttered, that smile not disappearing from his face, “Congratulations”

“Well thank you”, you kept your teasing voice up

“Now let me escort you” he pointed at a hall that led to the gardens

“What are you up to?” you asked him, suddenly panicking

“Come on princess, don’t you enjoy a little surprise?” 

“Since last year, not really” you muttered. He placed a hand on the small of your back and led you. You walked with your stomach turning into knots, or perhaps it was your child moving around. Either way, when you went out in the gardens… You gasped in amazement and wonder

The entire thing was covered in colorful tents, hundreds of people were walking about, big tables with banquets, and tents with games, the court’s fools playing around dressed in multiple color ribbons. Music playing loudly. Everything looked like an explosion of a child's dreams. The banners of all the important families were flying around, all the nobles, the court, and servants of the Red Keep, they were all there, and everyone, as you walked by, greeted you

“Happy name/day your grace”. your eyes filled with tears of happiness, as you walked alongside Steffon, who look as pleased as you were happy 

“Is this all for me?” you asked him

“Don’t cry please” he chuckled. You thanked all the people that greeted you, as he kept taking you deeper into the celebration, “It was your father’s doing”

There was your family, seated behind the main table

It was a beautiful day. Your father even seemed happy, showing proudly the pin you gave him. I was a small dragon, made of marble, that shone white under the sunlight. Alongside him was the Queen and by her own side, was Aegon, who had turned 4, little beautiful Helaena, who had 2 name days, and baby Aemond, being held by his wetnurse, a couple of months old. Rhaenyra was on the other side of the King, and had baby Jacaerys in her arms, at her side was Laenor, and Daemon himself, who was looking at you with a silly smile on his face. Even Larys and Lyonel were seated in a corner of the table. 

“Happy name day!” Harwin appeared in your eyesight, with a big smile. You smiled at him but he engulfed you between his big arms

“Thank you husband” you muttered when he released you, and cradled your face with his hands. “Did you have anything to do with this?”, you asked

“Of course”, he whispered, kissing your cheek, “I help my father and the king with the preparations”. He looked down at you, again, with his big eyes full of hope that you will forgive him soon

“The baby kicked this morning,” you told him. And he placed his hand on your belly

“Stop monopolizing the birthday girl!” your father chimed in, “happy name day my love” he hugged you tightly and you hugged him back

“Thank you father, thank you for all of this”

“You deserve it, my sweet girl”, your family congratulated you next, the Queen herself and your little brothers, and then Rhaenyra with a strange smile and a tight hug. 

“Happy name day sister” she whispered

“Thank you”, you were encouraged to tour the fields and their tents, taste foods from all over the 7 kingdoms and play silly games involving a ball and things you had to knock over to win wooden toys. Harwin was with you, every chance he could he placed his hand on your belly with a beautiful smile on his lips. You believe he was hoping to feel the baby kick like you had told him you felt. 

Walking towards you, you saw an old friend, your very best friend

When you were a kid you used to ran around following Alicent and Rhaenyra like a lost pup, they would paid you no mind and left you alone, at those years the difference in your ages was much, that’s when you turned and met Joanna Lannister, she was the baby sister of Jason and Tyland, was way younger, daughter to their father’s second wife 

You made fast friends, and stayed attached to the hip ever since.

“Joanna!” you greeted hugging her tightly, she hugged you back, burying her head in the space between your shoulder and neck

“I miss you, your grace” she whispered

“Your grace?” you finally separated and you looked into your friend’s eyes, “it’s been that long?” you giggled. Joanna was married off to the head of the Reyne family, the second wealthiest family in the Westerlands. She was 16 and she married shortly after Rhaenyra, from them, you both had drifted apart 

“Harwin this is Joanna Lannister, my best friend” you introduced, “Joanna this is my husband Harwin, of house Strong”. 

“Pleasure to meet you”, he took her hand in his and kissed it

“Same Ser Harwin”, she muttered

“We haven’t seen you in so long!” you exclaimed

“I’ll let you talk with your friend then, my love” grunted Harwin, dropping a kiss to your cheek and he left you, to grab her hand and intertwine it around your arm, so you could walk the attractions together. 

“I missed you friend” she giggled

“How is life in the Westerlands?” you saw her eyes saddened at the question, but she smiled at you nonetheless

“Very boring I’m afraid”

“Maybe I could find a job for your husband in the capital and then you could stay” you suggested. She seemed happier then. Nodding as you walk. As all the guests were seating and eating, and you had already had your fill, you sat with Johanna in a bench, hoping to have more privacy

“So we are both married now” you started, “We have come so far in the past few years, don’t you think?”

“I heard you ran away” she asked, concerned

“I did” you admitted I wanted to travel, “it was childish of me”

“I don’t think it was” she giggled, “You could see the world”

“Some of it,” you muttered, “Next time I go I can take you with me”, you offered with a smile, and for the first time you could see her truly happy, “and what have you been up to?” You wanted to ask her why she wasn’t with child, or if she had any, but you thought it might be rude. It only been two years, perhaps it was too soon, and… perhaps Harwin performed very well, more well than others. And you blushed at the thought

“Well I got married, and he is so handsome, nothing much, I really… well, my husband doesn’t let me do anything”

“What do you mean?” you asked her

“Well I thought that as a Lady of a castle I could order things, change things, but…” she had trouble explaining, playing with her fingers. Truly this past two years changed her, she used to be such a force, giggly, happy, content, playful, with a personality as bright as the sun.  

She then looked up, and saw Ser Harwin across the yard, he looked at both of you and smiled brightly, raising his cup. “You are so lucky”, she whispered. 

“I don’t know about that” you whispered

“You have a man that loves you and respects you”, and has a son with your sister, you thought bitterly, “and gave you a baby”, she whispered looking at your swollen belly. You then looked at her, her face twisted in sorrow

“Joanna”, you called, she looked up at you, “what happened?”

“Nothing” she whispered

“My relationship with Harwin isn’t perfect”, you muttered

“Yes, I imagine that is a little intimidating, being married to the strongest man in the realm”, you looked back at her to find unshed tears in her eyes, you grabbed her upper arm to comfort her but she flinched. And then you understood it

“Harwin is so gentle with me, like I’m an intricate porcelain figurine”, you assured her, “Joanna, what is going on?” you asked her. A single tear fell from her eye 

“Not all men are like that”. and right there, you saw red

“Did he hurt you?”, you asked, even though you were whispering, she could tell your anger

“He is not content with me, I can’t give him children”

“Perhaps is that twat’s fault”, you said, angry, you became angry, “have he ever thought of that?” 

“It doesn’t matter, he is my husband”

“He hasn’t has the right to hurt you” 

“I’m his” she said bitterly

“And he is yours, what of it?” you asked

“He can do whatever he pleases” 

“But you are a Lannister” you said, impressed and disgusted by her words, “of Casterly Rock, of Lannisport, one of the most wealthy and badass families on the realm”, she giggled, looking at her intertwined fingers on her lap

“But I’m a girl,” she said back. 

“But…” you wanted to fight and discuss, “Hear me roar!” you muttered, “you are a lion”, she chuckled darkly

“More like a kitten”, she whispered

“Your brothers know of this?” you asked

“I tried to tell them, but they didn’t care”, you chuckled, darkly, looking all around trying to calm yourself, but you couldn’t. You then looked back at your friend, you leaned in to whisper in her ears

“Can you hire someone, to…?”, you slid your finger from one side of your neck to the other

“No!”

“But maybe I can” you muttered, not a single sentiment in your voice. She looked at your eyes and chanted your name like a prayer, “Joanna” you called back

“You can’t mean it” she whispered

“But I do”, you said, “you are my friend!”

“And you are mine” she whispered, grabbing your hand in hers

“I want nothing more but to see you happy, and safe”, you whispered, “Do you love that man?” and she shook her head

“I would love to stay here, like I did when we were little” 

“Well, as a princess and third in line to the throne, I command you to stay, as my lady in waiting”, you muttered. 

“Really, you can do that?” she asked, and you only smiled

“Well it’s also my birthday”, you giggled, “Let’s find out”, you winked at her and she seemed more happy then, giggling and slowly recovering her bubbly personality, with the promise of your protection. 

You grabbed her hand as you were called to the main table, you sat there at the side of your friend and Harwin and the rest of your family, and a show in your honor started. 

The day passed fast, more than you would have liked, and soon you were called in your father’s chambers. The King was visibly tired, and you as well, your belly was getting heavy on you. 

“Thank you for the celebrations, father” you whispered

“Like I say, you deserve it”, he muttered with an easy smile on his face.

“I don’t think I do” you continued

“You are my darling daughter”, he muttered, he invited you to sit next to him and you did. “You are a married woman now, with a child in your belly, strengthening your line, you have made me very proud”  

“Really?” you asked, like if you were a little girl

“Of course my dear, and I want to see you happy”

“I am”, you think you were

“Lyonel spoke to me about Harrenhal, and how Harwin is to inherit it”

“It’s true”, you muttered

“As my Hand, he has his obligations here” he muttered, “and he was hoping that one day, very near, Harwin was to inherit his obligations, since he is the eldest son”

“it’s true”, you confirmed

“If you are to move there with your family, there are things that need to be done”, he then stood up from his seat, and moved to the table next to his huge model of Valyria, and unveiled a smaller model, for a castle, “With your dowry, we can begin the constructions”, he said with a big smile

“The construction?” you asked, “for what?”, a smile creeping at your lips

“The New Castle of Harrenhal”, he presented

You had been so celebrated that it felt drowsy and a little bashful. A huge celebration, an entire castle to be built in your honor,  and…

As a part of a gift for your birthday, and because you were with child, your father had arranged new chambers for you, they were a floor below than the room you had since you were an infant, and they were bigger, with bigger windows and a balcony with sights to the Blackwater Bay, and a receiving chamber with a hearth, and big spaces for your books a table and chairs, and then an specious room, with another hearth for the long winters, and a beautiful bed with a canopy. And a spacious space where the cradle for the baby rested, a beautiful dark/wooden carved crib. 

It was more than you thought you deserved, but having your own space, in a new room, bigger, with more light and space, really gave you tranquility, and also, there was a set of door on the other side, meaning that it was for your future family, the chambers that they were going to be assigned to your children when they are no longer infants 

So when you arrived at your new chambers, your things were already there since servants moved them during the day, and also Harwin was waiting for you, and engulfed you in his big arms. He had the tendency of doing that, touching you everytime he could, when you were in close proximity he had always have to had a hand in contact with you 

“Thank you for today” you whispered against his chest, “It was beautiful”

“I wanted to wake up next to you this morning”, he grunted, “but your father and sister wanted it to be a surprise” 

“It’s quite alright”, and just now, you let him kiss you. Fuck, you loved him, you just didn’t want him to know, you didn’t want to give him that power over you. 

The hour of the owl was approaching, and you already wanted to sleep in your new comfortable bed, “I’m tired” you grumbled, separating from him gently, caressing your big belly. it was getting bigger by the day, “and everything hurts”, you walked towards your dresser but you felt him behind you. 

“I know what could make you feel better”, he growled in your ear, creating goosebumps in your skin, his hands perched on your shoulders but went down your arms and then your hips to end up in your belly

He sat on the bed and took you with him, making you sit on his lap

“Do you now?”, you asked, his touch relaxed you, resting all your weight on him gave you relief. 

“Oh yes”, he growled, his big hands caressed your belly, as your back rested against his chest. He grabbed your dress and pulled it up until he could take the hem and fold it all over your belly, your naked skin ready for his touch. He placed his hands on your belly again, his warm hands felt so good against your skin

“You look so beautiful pregnant” he growled, kissing you under your ear, “it suits you wife, I think I’m going to constantly keep you that way”

“Good luck with that” you giggled, you moaned softly when you felt his cock growing under your rear, and thought about how long it’s been since the last time Harwin had you like that. And you found yourself putty in his hands

“Sounds like bullshit…” he chuckled in your ear, “but I will make you feel better.” you moaned softly when he started to rub himself on you. 

“Do it” was quick, but so gentle when he let go of you only to release himself, and then his hands were on you again, directing you to impale yourself on him. The stretch was delicious and it made you feel so good. You moaned loudly when you felt his cock opening you for him, rubbing against your slippery walls

“I love you”, he grunted, with one hand in your belly, and then spread your legs apart so he could hook them over his own legs and open you up more for him. 

“Harwin” you called, your head leaning back until it was on his shoulder. He held you as he fucked you slowly and deep. 

You relaxed on his arms, feeling as he carried your weight for you, and strangely, you did feel better. 

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Harrenhal is getting renewed, or built again a few yards away 😂 whatever you prefer, but the important thing is that the curse doesn't exist, I think I will write one or two more, before we have a time jump. Because we have a new generation coming up 😂

[misguidedasgardian]

The white Dragon (10)

10. Taking roots

Summary: Something brings you back to King’s Landing, and to the Red Keep

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs like underage marriage and Targaryen-incest, canon level violence, from here I will always tag “INCEST” because… we all know why 😂 talks about infidelity, use of the word bastard

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.7 k

Notes: I realized that reader's kids aren't Princes, or I don't think they are... since they are in no on line to the throne :( or perhaps they are perhaps, does anyone has an idea?

As you landed on the Dragonpit you started to feel really nervous. You were going to see your family for the first time in years. You grabbed Aemma as she jumped from the saddle into your awaiting arms.

Aerion and Karnax landed sloppily next to you, your sons had never flown such a distance before and they seemed jumpy but happy. 

“How was the flight?” you asked them, as Aemma walked before you looking at the huge building in awe, with her little mouth wide open. So did your sons

“It was great mom”

“That house for the dragons is huge!” 

“Dragon Pit!” you corrected 

“It’s huge!, can we go in?” a carriage was waiting for you, so you shook your head

“You can ask your cousins and uncles to bring you next”

“Oh, alright”, you had to take a huge part of a day explaining the family tree of your closest family, since they had uncles that had their age approximately, but cousins too

You encouraged them to get into the carriage, where Harwin was waiting. 

Your hand started trembling and you thanked the gods that Harwin was a sensitive man, you immediately realized it and grabbed your hand tightly, reassuringly.

The kids were being like… well… kids, their head off the carriage windows at all times, they wanted to see the city, even though you warned them it might be dangerous, they did it anyway. And harwin giggled at your side

The street got wider and wider and soon you were in the entrance of the Red Keep

“Regar, Mekar, look!” Aemma giggled, pointing at the huge castle seat to the Targaryen Dynasty

“it’s even more beautiful than you described it mom!”, giggled Maekar, and you noticed that they started waving. And you laughed when you realized they were probably waving at the royal party that was supposed to receive you. Yes you were grateful for the magnificent years you had to raise your little family in the country, they were innocent, and good little people. Harwin squeezed your hand as the carriage halted to a stop 

“Princes (Y/N) of house Targaryen, Lady of Harrenhal, and her husband, Ser Harwin, Lord of Harrenhal, and the heir children, Lord Maekar Strong, Lord Rhaegar Strong, and Lady Aemma Strong.  

The doors to the carriage opened and there they were. The entirety of your family was waiting for you in the stairs leading to the Red Keep. You were surprised to see your father there, The King, he seemed so happy to see you, and you felt so honored that he was there to greet you

Harwin came down first and he turned to help you, offering one of his hands and while you descended and greeted your father first, bowing before him, Harwin helped your kids. 

“Grandpa!” Aemma jumped and almost tackled your father, you tried to grab her but she was faster, engulfing him in a hug

“Sweetheart we talked about this he is a King” 

“It’s quite alright”, your father looked like he was about to cry when he saw her, he hadn't seen Aemma since she was born. “Welcome home, sweetheart”, he whispered to you. You looked around to your family, they were all there to greet you, what amazed you the most were the children and how much they have grown. Aegon was 15 already, a weird looking young man, Helaena must be thirteen and Aemond 11. Now your gaze turned to Rhaenyra, she looked so different, she looked like an adult, as you must look. And finally you looked at her children. Jacaerys was very, very similar to Harwin, just like your sons were carbon copies of him, but his little brother Lucerys? you sighed in relief

How could you possibly be happy about the fact that your nephews didn’t look like your husband? But the truth is you were. They looked like Nyra, and had some of Laenor’s features, but they were pale like the Targaryens. You smiled and hugged your sister and she hugged you back, and you greeted the rest of your family members.

After everything, you had missed them terribly 

You looked at your sons and little Aemma, the latter was being greeted by the Queen and King, eyed by Alicent’s children. She then threw herself at the arms of Helaena, who hugged her with a big smile. Even though they had 6 years of difference and never met personally before, the sweet girl held your daughter tightly. 

Maekar and Rhaegar bowed quickly and uncomfortably, but then they clicked immediately with Jacaerys, and greeted their uncles as well. 

. . .

Your chambers looked exactly like the day you left them. Your kids were running around the Red Keep after that warm welcome, and you were putting some order in your thighs

“I know you didn’t want to come back”, you turned around slowly to meet Harwin, “but this is the right thing”

“Cleaning everybody’s messes seems like my thing now”, you whispered. Harwin, the ever patient and loving husband walked towards you and cradled your face in his big hands

“I love our babies, and I love you, I will never let anything happen to you”, he assured you, and you believed him, because he was a great father and you know he would kill for his children, and he would kill for you. So you let yourself relax in his embrace, as he kissed the top of your head.

“I love you too”, you whispered. 

The next day in the morning, your kids were invited to the Dragonpit, where Jacaerys, Lucerys and the rest where training their dragons, teaching their dragons commands and such.

Prince Jacaerys was in front of his Dragon Vermax. Rhaegar and Maekar were watching expectantly. Amazed by the green creature with red markings, but surprised that they didn’t ride their dragons yet. As soon as the Dragon keepers took Vermax away after he fed… Lucerys went down the pit, as Jacaerys and Aegon told Aemond they had a dragon for him.

The twins exchanged looks and then looked down at their little sister

“Hear that Aemma?” said Rhaegar excitedly, “perhaps they have unclaimed dragons in the pit… perhaps you can bond yourself to one”

“Really?” but as they present the pig in front of Aemond, the boys saddened. As so did Aemma. Jacaerys and Aegon grabbed the twins and started walking towards the entrance, their lesson over. but Aemma walked towards Aemond, that stood still right where they left him, watching the pig jog his way down the ramp

“Don’t be sad uncle, I don’t have a dragon either”, she said softly

“Your brothers don't mock you?”, he asked, looking at her

“No, they never do that”, she asked

“Are you sad?”, he asked, “that you don’t have a dragon?”

“A little, but my mommy takes me flying in her dragon Vhaelar sometimes”, she said softly

“Do you want to see the dragons resting in the pit?” he asked, a tired look on his face, she smiled widely and nodded enthusiastically, so Aemond grabbed her small hand and they both started walking down the ramp

. . .

Rhaenyra found you in the small council meeting, reading the last reports from the city watch and ravens that had arrived from all around the Kingdoms with requests, for you all to solve. You needed to keep up with the small council

“I’m glad you are here”, she started, you looked up at her and smiled, “the court and the small council had turned hostile towards me”

“Why?” you asked her

“They whisper behind by back, they talk about me and my children in the hallways, and they have undermined me”

“Rhaenyra…”

“I want to leave”, she said firmly. And you looked at her wide eyed

“What?”

“To Dragonstone, I don’t think I can endure this anymore”

“You can’t go”, you muttered

“You are here now”, she said, placing her hand in your arm, “you can take my place here…”

“No”, you growled 

“My family needs to be away from court… I need too”

“It’s the last thing you need to do”, you tried to reason 

“They call my children bastards”, she whispered, pleading at you with her eyes. And you refrain to rub in her face her indiscretions 

“You are not fucking leaving” you weren’t pleading, you were demanding, “I came here, to secure your claim, to help you stay by father’s side, now that I’m here, you are not going anywhere”

“Don’t you want the same happiness you’ve experienced to pass down to me? for me to experience?”, she spitted out

“What?”, you snapped 

“You had been living in a dream for the last 10 years, away from court, doing as you please…”

“I was playing the part I had been dealt”, you bit back, “my husband is the Lord of Harrenhal… Father married me to him, knowing what it was expected of me, to take the place of Lyonel one day”

“Well, my seat is Dragonstone”, she said then, “It’s my turn, to know what it feels like, to live without the shadow of the crown”

“You have to be in the shadow of the crown!” you snapped once again, “If you leave we are all lost”, you said, “Father is sick, as soon as you leave Alicent is going to take control, lyonel is the only one who stands in the way of somebody worse, turning him also against you”

“But you are here”

“Rhaenyra, the small council is not loyal to you, only Lyonel is, if you are not here, everyone will turn”

“You don’t know what is like…”, she said, and you thought bitterly that you, in her place, would have play things differently, she was reaping what she sow, but saying that to her wasn’t going to be fruitful

“I’m here now”, you said firmly, “and we will eliminate everything that might stand in your way to the throne”, you assured her, “but you are not fucking leaving King’s Landing”

She didn’t like it, of course she didn’t, but she couldn’t leave, not when she made you come to King’s Landing in her defense. 

You were interrupted by Steffon entering abruptly

“Something has happened” he said urgently, “It’s Aemma…”

You walked hastily down the corridors, running actually, Steffon following close behind. When you reached the floors where the young princes’ had their quarters, you opened the doors to a common room and there she was

Sitting at a table where the maester was checking her out, her little feet were dangling off the edge, and she seemed fine, some wild hair around her face like they were burnt, and her face dirtied with soot and dirt. Sitting on a couch was Aemond in similar conditions

“Sweetheart!”, as soon as she saw you she smiled

“I saw a dragon mommy!”, she cheered, “she threw fire at me!” 

“The little lady is fine, your grace”, muttered the Maester with a wide smile, and let you hug your daughter

“What happened?”, you asked calmly, you released your daughter to see Alicent, she was looking at you in horror, her index and thumb playing with her bottom lip in nervousness

“I’m sorry”, she muttered, for a slim second she looked like she was scared of you and your reaction and that made you smile, “Aemond had this obsession with those beasts and they…”

“We went down the Dragonpit”, muttered Aemond

“We wanted to see if there were unclaimed dragons!” Aemma chimed in

“Sweet girl, what did I say about dragons?”, you asked her 

“Never go near one unless you are with her or his rider”, she repeated what you’ve told her many times

“That’s right”, you said with seriousness but calmly 

“I’m so sorry princess”, began Alicent. And you only smiled

“They are both fine and i’m sure they are not going to do that again right?”, you asked looking at her and she smiled

“No mommy”, you leaned in and kissed her forehead 

“Right Aemond?”, you asked then with a smile, the boy looking down only nodded, “No harm done”

“I want a dragon”, Aemma whispered. You looked down on her

“You will have one, one day”, you whispered, “My sweet let’s get you cleaned up”, she jumped off the table and grabbed your hand

“Bye Aemond, see you later” she cheered, “Bye Queen Alicent”, she giggled, grabbing the sides of her little dress and bowing. Alicent smiled warmly at her 

“See you at supper dear”, she muttered

. . .

It was a heavy day for the boys today. On special days of the week they would go to the Dragonpit in the mornings, and then in the afternoon they had training.

Both Strong brothers were excited to start their training in the Red Keep, Steffon every time they visited would teach him some things, and they knew the basics, but you had begged Harwin to delay their training as much as they could, you wanted to maintain their innocence as much as they could.

They still got their own training gear. Maekar was wearing Green with armor over it, and Rhaegar with a blue one. It was Aemma who dressed in red and together they matched the color of their house. 

At first they seemed a little underwhelmed, Ser Criston Cole was training the princes Jacaerys, Lucerys, Aegon and later they were joined by Aemond. The Knight preferred to teach the two Targaryens instead of the Velaryon. And the poor Strong boys were standing in the edge of the courtyard, looking at the prince fighting their inanimate opponents with wooden swords. Rhaegar played with one sword on his hand 

“What’s the matter prince?” asked Criston in a mocking tone, “you don’t know which hand you favor?”

“Well…” he said, doubtful, “the thing is…”, he passed the sword between both of his hands. “I favor both”

“Then use both”, said Steffon in the border of the courtyard, giving him another sword with an encouraging smile

“Can I?”, he asked with a wide smile, playing with both swords in his hands 

“Of course”, said Steffon but kept in line, watching Cole teaching the boys, but their hands trembling for the need to act.

Then Harwin showed up, the very moment Cole had encouraged both Aegon and Aemond to come at him, neglecting the Velaryons. Rhaegar and Maekar looked excited for their father to be there, but the big man walked towards Criston and their cousins

“Looks like the smaller ones could do well with a little bit more of your attention Cole”, he warned

“Are you questioning my methods, Ser?” asked the Kingsguard and the twins looked at each other

“I’m just saying you apply the same system to all your pupils”, he said then, looking at the Velaryons

“Well then, Prince Jacaerys, and prince Aegon, oldest son against oldest son”, and both Ser Harwin and Cole started training their own pupils. 

Rhaegar and Maekar looked saddened yet again, ignored even by their father. And Ser Steffon saw this...

“Boys!”, both Rhaegar and Maekar looked back at Steffon, relieved that the man was there, “eyes on me!”, he said quickly, taking off his armor and joining the training grounds, in his training gear, “never take your eyes off of your opponent”, he warned with a warm smile

That certainly lifted the mood, and both boys took their little minds off of his father fighting over the princes

“You want to be trained by the shadow himself?” he asked with a wide smile

“Why do they call you that?”, asked Maekar, applying along, turning his back to the rest of the courtyard to center on their own space, created by the Kingsguard 

“Well, young prince, if you wish to know, you’ll have to at least graze me with your weapon”, he answered back

“You mean our swords?”, asked Rhaegar, still looking back at their father paying attention to the other boys 

“Nothing ever escapes you, my prince”, mocked Steffon, “no, not necessarily, there is a full assortment of weapons you could use”

“Like what?”, asked Maekar, interested, “we can use other things but swords?”

“The sword is always useful and as princes, you must know how to wield one”, he said firmly, “but, having other weapons might be useful” 

“I always wanted to wield a hammer!” said Maekar, looking at the table with weapons in the corner

“Grab one then”, he encouraged, “And you!” he said pointing his own wooden sword to Rhaegar, “you are going to be the deadliest knight on the seven Kingdoms”

“I never heard of a knight using two swords”, he said, saddened

“Because there hasn't been anyone like you!”, Steffon said, “being able to use both hands well is a rare gift”, he too grabbed another sword

“You can!”, marvelled Rhaegar

“Oh I know”, he chuckled, winking at Rhaegar making him giggle, his humor lifted.

Without even a notice, Steffon he threw an attack towards Rhaegar, striking his sword down towards the head of the prince, and he used both swords to defend himself from the attack. His instinct is amazing. He only ever grabbed the wooden swords and pretended to train, but nothing like this. 

“Would you look at that?”, He, refraining from using his actual strength or speed, attacked the young lord again, and Rhaegar again refused him using both his swords, “Looking at him go!”, he celebrated with a wide smile, and in the corner of his eye he saw Maekar running towards him with a wooden hammer in his hands, and he barely had time to block his attack, his strength incredible for a boy his age… he was Harwin Breakbones’ son, after all, “that’s it!”, Steffon encouraged, blocking both of the Strong’s attacks and taking a few steps back to see both of them clearly, and the young boys came at him against, starting to sparr. Of course there were a thousand things wrong with their postures and movements, but first he wanted the boys to loosen their movements, to see what they felt comfortable with and to teach them accordingly. 

Without him realizing, the entire courtyard was looking at them right now, the other Princes too. and Ser Criston Cole burned with rage when he looked at Steffon with the two boys. He too had been growing a rage and hate for his sword brother, him ebing the princess' little whore and he once was princess' Rhaenyra's or that's what he thought. Steffon was a man without honor, he was the butcher of the princess, he thought bitterly. Not to speak about Ser Harwin… he hated him too 

“You forget who your sons are, Ser Harwin?”, mocked Criston, “Those are your sons,” he said pointing at both Strongs, “although I understand why you might get confused…”

And the Strongs stopped their movements, when they heard his father grunting, and then watched wide eyed when his father landed a punch to Criston’s face. One was enough for Steffon to go into action throwing his swords and running towards both men to separate both men, as Criston fell on his ass on the ground. 

“Enough!”, the blonde grumbled, preventing Ser Harwin to throw himself at Cole to keep punching him on the ground and probably turn his face into mush. 

And you watched and heard the whole thing from the balcony, alongside your father and Ser Lyonel. you had been sad to see your boys neglected, and even more sad to see Harwin neglecting them as well. And when Steffon showed up and gave them weapons and to see your sons training with such ease, was a relief 

But then Harwin punched Criston after he mocked him for who his sons were. 

When Harwin calmed himself, he looked up and saw your sad eyes. 

There was no dinner that night, the Queen wanted to hear for herself what happened in the courtyard, and luckily, Harwin gave a half truth, and since he was your husband, they believed him, Cole was suspended from his duties for the rest of the week for upsetting your husband in the first place. Under Alicent’s scowl. And Harwin promised to keep himself out of the courtyard and from Ser Criston 

Harwin had this body language when he thought you were mad at him, his movements were slow, and his shoulders were tense, like you were actually a dragon about to burn him and devour him

“Aemma almost got roasted to death today”, you said to Harwin as you were preparing to sleep, trying to ignore this. He looked at you with big eyes, “a very good start to our stay here”. He knew you were upset about his outburst in the courtyard today, but you didn't want to fight about it. You arrived in the Capital for barely two days and there were problems already, you couldn’t believe it. 

“Why?”

“She went down the Dragonpit”, you answered

“Where were the boys?”, he asked

“Making friends with Jacaerys and Lucerys”, you answered with a small smile, “and Aemma with Aemond”

“Really?”, he seemed proud at that, but then… he must have remembered what happened in the training ground, “I’m sorry”

“You cannot be provoked by this Harwin”, you muttered, already tired. He only nodded. 

“I’ll stay away from that man, I’ll keep to our family, and to the city watch”, you nodded, wanted to leave this issue alone already

How are you going to be able to play in court and in the small council if your own husband won’t help your position? you weren’t deaf, you know about the rumors on the hallways pointing at jacaerys’ colors of hair and his similarity to your own sons

This was a game, a deadly one, but a game nonetheless, you win, or you lose. 

You win, or you die

If your sister, a girl, was the heir of the Iron Throne it set a precedent, but if Aegon was chosen to be King, it meant that you as much as your sister’s lives were forfeit, because you both had a claim.

She didn’t realize it, nobody realized it still. You loved your father, and you didn’t want to think about it, but that was childish, he was going to die sooner or later, and after him, nobody was going to protect you. The small council was divided by your sister’s sympathizers, like your father, Lord Lyonel and Lord Beesbury, and the rest were of the Queen, you know. You had to meet your friends and your enemies, identify who they were, bring them close, but bring your enemies even closer. 

And now with Harwin pulling things like that. You had to strengthen your own pieces, the pieces on your side of the board…

In this game of thrones you win or you die. 

And your sister had to win. And all of you with her 

Notes: I don't know who Rhaenyra's lover is yet 😂 I think this chapter came out a little odd, I started watching GOT again, and this time, i truly watch it like it is actually a game, and the characters players and I've got to say it makes waaaay more sense now. Now reader is playing her own game... The dance is building up

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (Prologue)

MASTERLIST

Summary: You had become of age and your sister’s own wedding celebrations had triggered the interest of the royal family to celebrate yours. 

Pairings: Main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader, platonic Ser Steffon Mangold x Fem!Targaryen reader, platonic Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, smut, wedding celebrations, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs

18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.3k

Notes: I have this in my mind since the first episode of House of the Dragon, enjoying the new machinations in my head. I don’t like unhappy endings and conflicts based on misunderstandings so I'm here to correct it. 

Year 115 AC, Rhaenyra is 18, Princess (Y/N) 16

You loved celebrations, birthdays, weddings… anniversaries… with feasts and tournaments, you loved the way King's Landing would roar with life, the streets filled with carriages, colors, banners of the Realm’s most important families. It was breathtaking. It also filled you with energy and wonder 

As a princess, the second born daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, you really didn’t have many people you could talk to, or you were allowed to interact with, so this really was an opportunity to meet new people. And as your father would think… suitors. 

It was the celebrations of your sister’s wedding, she was going to wed Ser Leanor Velaryon, heir to the seat of Driftmark, and lord of the tides. A handsome man and a skilled warrior and sailor. Since she was named heir two years ago, the celebration planned to be huge, families all around the seven Kingdoms were gathering, the Starks from the North, the Lannisters of the westerlands, the Tyrells from the reach, the Baratheon from the Stormlands, the Arryn from the Vale, and Tullys from the riverlands, and they all brought their alleged families as well 

You were excited for the beginning of the festivities, but you were more excited to enjoy them arm on arm with your sister. Rhaenyra and you were close, you were more like sisters, you were friends, specially after the passing of your mother and the fact that your sister best friend married your father

You found her in her room, getting ready to receive the guests for the feast to celebrate their engagement

“Are you ready Nyra?” she meet you with a smile

“I am sister” she was wearing a beautiful white dress, and a bright smile. It warmed your heart to see her so happy, “and maybe soon enough you’ll be too, celebrating your own wedding”

“Let’s just get through yours first” you giggled. She smiled brightly, she looked happy, and calm, you didn’t think she would be like that, but there she was. 

You left her to finish getting ready, but you walked towards the Throne room, because you knew your father would be receiving guests all day. 

You arrived sneakily, in one od the side doors, just in time to watch the entrance of one of the most important families on the realm, the house Stark

“Ser Rickon Stark, and his Lady Wife Gilliane Glover, and their son, Ser Cregan Stark” presented Ser Harrold. You walked until you were close to your father, at the first line. to have a fine view of the new arrivals. It was uncommon for the Starks to make the journey that would take two long months, but here they were. Dressed in dark clothes and furs, dark hairs, and their eyes, they were icy gray, like no one that you had seen before.

You were mesmerized, but soon you caught the eyes of Cregan Stark, your eyes met and you felt butterflies on your stomach

“I'm glad you made the journey, Ser Rickon,” your father greeted. “be welcome at court, to enjoy the festivities and wedding of our heir to the throne, Princess Rhaenyra”

“I’m truly grateful, your grace, for the invitation to celebrate princess’ Rhaenyra” his father’s voice was thunderous, “may I present to you, my son, Cregan, heir to Winterfell and future warden of the North”

 “Be welcome, Ser Cregan” your father greeted, but the eyes of the young wolf met yours once again. Making you blush. You father followed his gaze and you found him smiling back at you with a knowing look on his face. “May I present to you my youngest daughter? princess (Y/N)” now all eyes were set on you, and you smiled brightly 

“Be welcome Ser RIckon, you and your family” you greeted, a miracle they heard you. Cregan Stark himself walked towards you bowing, grasping your hand *which you offered, and kissing it gently

And soon after, you found yourself walking the godswood with Cregan Stark by your side. You father was talking to his father in the tables set in the courtyard, you felt their heavy gaze on you, but you tried to pay attention to the Lord besides you, that right now was talking to you about the wild weather on the North

“So even now that it is summer you have snow?” you asked gently, and his smile was warm

“Sometimes your grace” he answered

“I'd like to see the North someday” you chimed

“And I would love to show it to you” he answered back, making you blush, yet again, “If you show me King’s Landing” 

“What would you like to see?” you asked then, excitement running through your veins, “If you’d like, I could show you the Dragonpit”

“It has been a dream of mine,” he answered. And you smiled brightly His own smile made you blush, he was so handsome and charming, and the best part is that he was as young as you, only six and ten 

“A dragon has never wed a wolf” noticed Rickon Stark, as he was seated at the side of the King. both man were accompanied by the Hand of the King, Ser Lyonel Strong, who looked at the young couple with a frown

“Sister!” Rhaenyra came to find you, already in a beautiful black and red dress, she ran in, interrupting the calm atmosphere you had created, “It’s time for the joust!” she giggled

“Sister, this is Lord Gregan Stark” Raenyra barely looked at him, before she grabbed your hand and almost dragged you out of the Godswood and into the carriage that was awaiting you.

. . .

As it was almost a tradition, your father celebrated a joust once all the guests had arrived, this was even bigger than the one you celebrated for your brother Baelon when he was born. 

You sat on the first row with your sister next to you. The Velaryon hadn't arrived yet, so you enjoyed the last day of your sister’s single life, and you were grateful for that, because you could giggle and hold hands like you have been doing since you could remember. 

“Ser Harwin, of house Strong” presented, and the big knight appeared on a black mount, his armor was a deep blue and in his chest the emblem of his family, his helmet was a simple one, since his house didn’t have a beast representing them

“Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong” you giggled in your sister’s ear

“The strongest knight of the 7 kingdoms”, she responded, a blush in her cheeks and also in yours. Ser Harwin was a big man, broad shoulders, he dwarfed anyone he crossed, he had thick brown locks, and deep eyes that seemed brown at first, but you knew they had strands of blue and green

He just won his joust, so he directed his horse on a light throat towards the royal balcony, were you and your sister where, alongside the King and Queen, and the Velaryons 

“It would be my honor, to ask Princess (Y/N) for her favor” you were surprised he asked you, but he had, so you timidly walked towards the rail, with a crown made of laurels and small white feathers. “Your favor would ensure my victory” he continued, and you felt your cheeks  heated

“I wish you luck Ser Harwin” you muttered, drawing a bright smile just for him, and he gave you one as he caught your favor when you threw it. You felt your belly flutter with butterflies. He nodded at you with a cheeky smile, and spurred his horse away from the royal balcony 

He faced a Baratheon, who had beaten everyone before him, so the matches were coming to an end, only the best of the best remained, and you could sense the tension building, as the two knights prepared to start the joust. 

Your heart was beating as hard as the hooves of the horses as they started to run against each other. your breathing erratic as the horses’ 

Ser Harwin knocked the Baratheon of a clean strike, dropping him hard on the ground, it was a thing of luck he didn’t trampled him with his own horse

“Your knight won!” cheered Rhaenyra

“He is hardly mine, sister” you giggled, but a sense of pride held your chest, and the same butterflies fluttered in your belly as you saw him remove his helmet and greeted the exploding crowd, all chanting “breakbones! breakbones!”

He made his horse round the arena to greet the cheering crowd, and then he stopped in front of your balcony

“Ser Harwin Strong, champion of the tournament” a page announced, giving him a crown of white roses. his eyes traveled directly to you, and you felt your breath stuck inside your throat 

“I’d like to proclaim Princess (Y/N) as the Queen of Love and Beauty” and at that moment, you wanted to swoon, just like the ladies of the songs. 

You barely felt the walk back to the castle, you felt like you were walking on clouds, the flower crown placed beautifully atop of your head. Your sister grabbed your arm tightly, a silly smile on her own mouth

“Do you think he wants to marry me?” you asked, all giggly. Rhaenyra just looked at you with a content smile

“You don’t just proclaim the Queen of Beauty and Love to anyone” she said, in her eyes a tint you didn’t quite conceive the meaning of. You averted your gaze, your cheeks so heated you felt they could melt right out your face. “First Cregan Stark, and now Ser Harwin” she said cheekily, “all man are behind you sister”

“Only because it’s your wedding” you answered, wanting to believe your sister’s words, “you are not longer available” you whispered bitterly

“Well, enjoy the attention” she giggled

The Velaryon’s have arrived, that's what you’d been told, so the welcome feast was to begin shortly. Your sister wouldn’t let you go, in fact, she insisted you join her as she was getting ready. Maids dressed her in a beautiful white dress with golden details, and braided her silver hair at the top of her head with rubies on it. 

You were still wearing the flower crown, but at Rhaenyra’s insistence, you took it off, for her lady in waiting to rearrange your hair in beautiful braids, and you wore a dress of your favorite color with golden jewelry

Even if you enjoyed the celebrations in itself, there were things that you found tedious and boring, like seating at the side of the Queen, who was wearing a beautiful soft red dress, to greet all the families who approached you to present their respects and good wishes for your sister. 

But your mind was elsewhere, with the events of the day, your cheeks blushed with the memories of Lord Cregan Stark and Ser Harwin. A small smile creeped on your lips, you felt excited and thrilled for the prospects of your future. 

“Con congratulations on being named Queen of Love and Beauty stepdaughter” you heard the faint voice of your stepmother at your side, and you smiled kindly at her. you took the liberty and grabbed her hand over the table and squeez, she returned the favor

“Thank you, stepmother” she smiled at your heated cheeks

“Ser harwin is a handsome man, and your father told me you had been talking with Lord Stark earlier

“Yes” you giggled

“Perhaps we are going to celebrate your own wedding soon” she said gently

“I’d really like it” you confessed, your mind still fogged with fairy tales and happy endings

“I’ll make sure your father finds you a good man to wed” she promised, and you smiled back at her

“Thank you” you both giggled like the old friends you used to be, and continued to pay attention to the arrivals of the guests

The Velaryons finally arrived at the party, doing a great entrance that filled you with excitement, you looked at your sister and she looked incredibly happy. So you were happy too.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you saw her perform the dance of the dragon with her betrothed, because you knew how she cursed at the septas when they tried to teach her such dance, and she hated every second of it, thinking she looked ridiculous, and she kind of did, but that you were never going to tell her.

Soon all the guests joined the dancefloor, and you waited there, patiently for someone to invite you to dance. But the one who finally did wasn’t who you expected, it was Jason Lannister who offered his hand, and you agreed, since you wanted to dance and celebrate with your sister. As you joined the dancefloor, you found Ser Harwin dancing with Rhaenyra, not even looking your way when you changed partners according to the rhythm, it made you feel a little sad that he wouldn’t invite you himself, but you got distracted as the partners changed again and you could put some distance between you and Lord Jason

You saw in the corner of your eye the Stark Family, drinking and eating at their table, but none of them joined the dance, you guessed they didn't dance in the North, and you felt even sadder if Cregan wasn’t going to ask you to dance either. But the glee of your sister’s face was contagious, and soon you found yourself dancing alongside her, giggling and enjoying the music. And you felt like the happiest girl in the whole world.

But the awakening was tough, when you heard screams that made the music stop. You tried to pinpoint the source of the screaming, and you found flashes of white and green moved not far from you

“Ser Criston!” you barely could watch, being pushed by everyone else, but you saw Ser Steffon, your sworn sword tackling Ser Criston, who was bashing Ser Joffrey’s head into the floor

Everyone was screaming, and pushing each other so soon everyone started fighting, throwing punches and kicks. You were pushed into a table, hitting your back, but loosing your feet and falling to the ground

You could hear Rhaenyra’s own screams for Laenor, but the last time you saw his betrothed he was in the other side of the hall 

Someone stepped on your hand, and you whimpered in pain, trapped into pushing bodies your instincts commanded you to panic, you held your injured hand to your chest to help the burn, but it was useless. 

In the deep of your comprehension you heard your father call your sister’s name, and you wanted to scream for somebody to save you too but your voice just wouldn’t come out. you couldn’t moved, feeling trap under a mass of bodies

Ser Harwin, at the same time punched his way through the crowd to get to Rhaenyra, succeeding into grabbing her and throwing her into his shoulder, taking her to safety, as soon as he left her on the ground by the big table, she turned, looking at the crowd for you

“Where is my sister?” she asked in urgency, and Ser Harwin turned to the crowd, to look for you. Your sworn knight, Ser Steffon Mangold, after taking Ser Criston under custody, looked for you as well. You were usually easy to spot, because of your silver hair, but now you were nowhere in sight. He looked at the spot where he saw you last and saw the people gathered there in panic, so he pushed his way through

He met halfway there with Ser Harwin, they shared concerned looks and kept pushing people, until the Kingsguard found you cuddled on the floor

“Princess” he even pushed Ser Harwin, and grabbed you gently, “Are you hurt?” the panic was diminishing, so you could actually hear him

“I’m ok” but as you lowered your hand you winced 

“What is it” he took your hand gently to observe it, you whined in pain

“Someone stepped on my hand,” you explained.

“it’s probably broken” he observed, “I shall take you to the maesters”

“I’ll take her” Harwin said with his gruff voice, Steffon looked at you and only when you nodded he agreed, he was the last knight keeping watch for the night at the event, so he couldn’t accompany you

“Very well” with one of his big hand in the small of your back, Harwin took you out of the hall, and towards the Maester’s tower

“I’m very sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner” he muttered, his voice was so deep and gruff, it made tickles run down your spine

“Is ok Ser Harwin, you didn’t know” you responded, “you saved Rhaenyra, and that is what mattered” He didn’t answer anything to that and you wished he had. You didn't know what to do with the fact that he had proclaimed you the Queen of Love and Beauty just hours prior, but he didn’t seem to recall either.

Soon you were at the maester’s tower, your hand was pounding, rhythmically, like it had his own heart. 

“It’s broken, your grace” he said bitterly, you whined in pain when his fragile fingers caressed your knuckles, “but it will heal” he continued, “just let me give you some milk of the poppy, and I will immobilize it” 

“Thanks maester”, Soon after you, Joffrey was brought in by two guards, he was beaten up, but alive. Leanor followed closely, concerned on his face. If you knew better, you’d think that it was uncommon for a friend to have such a frown on his face and worry for his “friend” but you knew better, Rhaenyra has told you about his preferences, and the arrangement they’d done, you just hoped Laenor got the best of it as well.

“I should leave you, princess,” muttered Ser Harwin. You were grateful to him but a little bit disappointed

“Of course Ser, thanks for being so attentive” with a last smile, he left the room

After the maesters took care of your hand, you left the tower to find Ser Steffon waiting for you, he was a member of the Kingsguard, but he was sworn to you. You guessed other guards reached the celebration

“how is Ser Criston?”

“We have him under guard, we don’t know what happened to him” he looked too serious, and too tired, he escorted you back to the throne room slowly 

“Now that you are immobilized on one hand, you are making my job easier” he mocked, taking your hand in his to watch it closely

“Very funny” you mocked, “my hand hurts still”

“You should have told the maester” he warned

“I don’t want to take milk of the poppy, it makes me too drowsy” you said back, “specially with the wine I’ve been drinking” you giggled

“Lightweight” the thing you loved the most was how close he was too you, even though Ser Harrold always scold at him for it 

“My valyrian steel sword lies idle in its sheath another year” you told him, looking at your broken hand, “I wish it could be of some use on my hands one day”

“Gifting a Valyrian Sword to a girl of four and ten, what was your Uncle thinking?” he said, reproaching your uncle

“Well, I’m six and ten now” you muttered with a smile

“You do not trust me to defend you, your grace? I’m offended” you smiled back at your sworn sword

“You know I do” you muttered, “I just wish to learn how to brandish a sword” 

“Then I shall teach you” he answered, “But only with the King’s own permission, I do not wish to give him another reason to mistrust me”

“He doesn’t mistrust you”, you answered, “if he would, he wouldn’t have you by my side” 

“He didn’t have much of a say, it was your dear mother” he said gently, and you smiled.

“Right” you answered, he returned you safe and sound back to the celebration, but something had changed, Lord Cregan Stark never looked back at you, and Ser Harwin didn’t either. 

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (44)

44. The Great Council

MASTERLIST

Summary: you gather a council to decide the fate of the Seven Kingdoms

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.333 words like WHATTTT

Notes: UUFFFF THIS IS IT PEOPLE, THE LAST ONE, I MEAN THIS ONE AND THEN THE EPILOGUE! CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO READ IT

You let yourself move at the rhythm of the maid washing you with a rough sponge, the water of the tub had already had to be changes thrice for becoming black with the remains of the dragon blood in your body

The boiling dragon blood that bathed you as your dragon slayed Aegon

The maids took the good part of an hour and the help of members of Rhaenyra’s Queensguard to remove the melted armor from your body, and then the pieces of leather that melted into your skin

But you were unharmed and your skin untarnished

While you were inside the tub, your gaze was setted in some point on the wall, trying to fit into your head everything that went down in the last 12 hours…

You watching the capital being conquered by Aegon from above

“Please raise your arms your grace”, whispered the maid and you did, she scrapped the rests of melted fabrics from under them

The adrenaline that took a hold on your body when you fought for your life

You flinched when she pulled a piece of leather from your skin, the water again was black, dark black, the smell of smoke and sulfur almost making you dizzy

Finding soldiers and civilians alike dead in the steps to the Dragonpit

The maid signaled for you to reach with your leg out of the tub, your skin still smudged with dried dragon blood

Rhaenyra was dead, and Aegon was well

That made you stand up, and wait there for them to replace the filthy water for more clean one, they were quick in their labor and you didn’t have to wait more than five minutes, to sink again in the boiling water 

Finding out that Jacaerys and Joffrey were too

Another maid washed your hair, you watched as the dried blood melted back with the water, tainting it black once more

So much darkness

Oils with scents were placed in the waters this time, the last bath this was, after other four, finally you would get dress and abandon your chambers

The toll of all the deaths in your finally make you want to sink in the bathtub

As the sweet maids cleaned the last smudged from your body, you finally felt like you could breathe again, it hurt, but you could, and that was improvement, you believed, you wanted to believe 

You didn’t know what to do now, how to proceed, you had never taken a city before, you had never witnessed the death of two monarchs in front of your eyes, you had never witnessed the deaths of so many members of your family before

What now?

But for a second you forgot about all the people in the keep, in the capital, in the Realms, from the servants to the Heads of the most important families, everyone around you

They did now what to do

As you gazed upon the outfit the maids had chosen for you to wear

it was a dark black outfit, a loose skirt boots for underneath, and a leather vest over it, the sleeves seemed to be made of scales, and the details in black leather, and a red cape fixed to the suit in a silver chain with a head of the dragon to be placed in the right side of your chest 

An outfit to mourn, to rule, to conquer

They dressed you, they braided your hair in magnificent braids, and finally you were ready

And you were ready, as the sun fell over the horizon, also did the reigns of Rhaenyra Targaryen, and Aegon the Usurper

Steffon was right outside your chamber, guarding you like he always did

For a second you thought you were sixteen again…

Only for a second

He smiled softly at you, he found another white armor, that tricked you for a second

“Aren’t you tired?”, you asked him as you began your walk back to the throne room

“A bit”, he whispered, “I bet you are”, you barely smiled, “lord Cregan Stark had taken many prisoners, from the houses that supported Aegon”, he started filling you in, “the ones that won’t bend the knee to you”, you raised your eyes to his in concern

You stakes a claim to the throne, and you had won

“Where are my nephews?”, you asked, and he knew what you meant

He took you there, to the hall at the side of the throne room 

You didn’t notice when you stormed the city, but Aegon’s damage was worse than you thought

A tear fell from your eye as you saw the silent sisters preparing Jacaerys and Joffrey’s bodies

Jacaerys was slain by Aegon’s treacherous guards,as he tried to fight back to defend Rhaenyra, and Joffrey had tried to take flight on Syrax to save his mother, and the golden beast shook him off of her mid flight, he fell to his death in the streets of King’s Landing. And in another table, you didn’t even dare to look, were the remains of your sister, an arm and part of the chest… 

This was the consequences of war 

Harwin was already there, by Jace’s side, you didn’t say anything, neither did him, but you stood by his side guarding the princes’ bodies for an unknown amount of time. Until Cregan came 

“They are ready for you”, whispered Cregan sadly by your side, you turned to look at him and barely nodded, wiping the tears off your eyes

They were your nephews

Harwin stayed in the chamber, mourning the loss of his first born child, you touched his shoulder as you passed by him, he barely nodded

You are going to let him mourn, but you have a Kingdom to rule now, or rather, see who was left to rule it…

A great council has been assembled to put in order who was going to rule the Seven Kingdoms, although you had claimed it when you decided to take the city, you still did not want to impose your rule on reluctant subjects, that was going to lead to nothing

Representatives of the great families, (the ones who were not incarcerated for treason) gathered in a huge table in the throne room, as well as Rhaenyra’s acting council and those most loyal to yours

They all stood when you walked in, and you nodded acknowledging them all

“We have been discussing the line of succession, your grace”, muttered one, and his title to refer to you meant nothing, everyone in the royal House were regarded as such

“Please continue, I would like to hear what your thoughts are”, you muttered, they nodded and resumed their discussions, you took seat in the head of the table 

“Rhaenyra was the true heir”, he sentenced, you nodded, knowing this, “we, as Tyrells, the Tullys, Starks, and Arryns sentence the Rule of Aegon as null and void, and is to be known as the Usurper, your eyes went to the representatives of the Lannisters, Baratheon and Hightowers, their eyes were on the table, ashamed, but nodded nonetheless.

The representatives were now the new heads of their house, being third of fourth sons, or far off cousins from the main string of the family, but those were the ones who were going to bend the knee, and that is all that matters now 

“I’m glad to hear it”, you said firmly

“Now, we follow the line of the succession from there”, continued the same Lord, from the House Bar Emmon, from the crownlands, serving master of laws for your sister, “sadly, King consort Daemon had perished, as well as her true born heirs, Aegon and Viserys”, you nodded, “there is only Prince Lucerys left”

“We can say it freely, Rhaenyra’s three first children are bastards, her legitimate children are gone”, said another Lord, and they all hummed accordingly. Lucerys was no true son of the late Ser Laenor Velaryon, but Corlys considered him as much, and that must have counted for something 

And you voiced that outloud

“Lord Corlys had named Lucerys his heir”, you said

“The boy as well as lord Corlys are on their way here”, said Cregan

“I will offer Driftmark to him”, you whispered, “he will want to say a last goodbye to his family”

Difficult days were upon you, but they supported what you just said 

“So, Queen Rhaenyra had left this world without issue to succeed her, then, is you”, said Cregan, “you are the second born daughter of the King Viserys Taragryen and Queen Aemma Arryn”, he continued

“Hear hear!”, said a lord, and all followed

“through the line of succession, and the right of conquest, the throne is your your grace”, said the old maester

“Right of conquest? And what is that?”, you asked out loud

“You made alliances, you took the city under your yoke, it is yours, My Queen”, said the maester, and everyone again agreed

“There is one more thing left to discuss”, said Lord Lannister, always having to have some sort of control on the situation, it came with blood you thought 

“And what would that be?”, you asked, already tired of him

“When and where would you like the coronation to take place?”, he asked with a sardonic smile

And then it hit you

You were now Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

You dressed in black, with red capes all week

In mourning, and in representation of your house

Your children followed your lead, but as when they were children, Maekar dressed with a Green cape, Rhaegar with a blue one, and Aemma with a red, and walked together, signaling their father’s house

You buried your families under the stones of the great sept, one day, your sister Rhaenyra, and her sons Jace and Joffrey, and the next you held court for the first time

The first one brought to you was Queen Alicent

Aemond was standing by the foot of the throne with your children, but he walked towards her and held her while she presented herself in front of you

She asked for your forgiveness, for betraying your sister, and trying to put her son on the throne, even though Rhaenyra had forgiven her, you were the one that told Aemond to release her from her golden chains

“You were the love of my father that stood by his side trough his worst and his decease, and gave him sons and a beautiful daughter, you were my friend when we ruled together as protectors of the realm, and you gave me my half siblings, you are forgiven, and I will ask of you to remain in court, or go as you please, you are here free to do as you please”, she smiled, as she held onto Aemond, and Helaena that joined you when the city was secured

The next ones to appear where Corlys, Rhaenys and Lucerys, who had reached the capital for the funeral rites, but where now presenting his respects to you

They called you their Queen, and bowed, bending the knee to you, as Rhaenys smiled warmly at you 

Lord Corlys rejected your proposition, but Rhaenys didn’t, now she was the master of ships 

The next day, you let your family, Aemond, Helaena, her children, and Alicent, to have the funeral rites for Aegon, you did not participate, but send guard to held mourning and protect them, that mourn their son, brother and father, in the sept of the Red Keep, and later buried him under it

Like it or not he was your half brother.

Your daughter accompanied her husband, and brought them moral support

And you had decisions to make

You didn’t even wanted to decide where, when and how you were going to get crowned, but rather, you had to select your small council, you had to anoint your Queensguard

They were so many things yet to do

It was overwhelming

You constantly had supper with your family and lord who were still in the capital, and then sneaked into the library to read tomes about King Aegon and King Jahaerys, the decisions they made, the way they cared for their subjects…

It was too much

Harwin had come many times to collect you as you had fallen asleep in the library over the books

And carried you to your rooms

The rooms of a princess

The chambers of the King and Queen had been used by so many people in your family, that you felt strange sleeping in them.

But Steffon, besides finding men to be a part of the Queenguard, was organizing the redecoration of the chambers, to adapt them to you

it was going to be funny, but you were to take the chambers of the King and Harwin the ones of the Queen, or vice versa

But Harwin protested and said you had been sleeping together for 20 years and he was not going to start sleeping apart now, you had to agree

Now, the council

You named Cregan your hand, who promised who was going to stay in the capital for two years, as you named Sara, his bastard sister, legitimate and as so was acting as Lady of Winterfell.

Harwin was the commander of the city watch, as he was many years ago

Rhaenys was your master of ships

Tyland Lannister came back to court, and you named him master of coins

You named the maester from Dragonstone as Grand Maester Munkun

You named lord Bar Emmon as master of laws

Of course Lord Steffon was commander of the Queensguard 

You were lacking a master of whispers, but it was not mandatory to have one. But you thought it was necessary 

The first thing you had to do was unite back the Kingdoms, so you took the vows of all the Lords, and that took whole months

Lords of all the far corners of the Kingdom were to make the journey to the capital, and all of them, may of them

asked you the same question

Who was going to succeed you?

You had many children, but it was whispered in court that the next King or Queen had to be a full blooded Targaryen, to continue the stability to the realm.

Or that is what you thought 

Many advised you to name Maekar as your heir, so one day, after you were fairly settled, you called in your three eldest children

“I don’t want to be King”, Maekar said surely, “i want to be lord of Harrenhal… that was my fate”

“I’d argue that maybe fate is for you to be King one day”, you whispered, but he shook his head

“I’ll mary Helaena, her children are the ones of Aegon, I think is best for me to step down”, you then looked at Rhaegar, who shook his head

“my duty is to my wife, and winterfell now”, he said, taking her hand, they were soon to fly to Winterfell and wed under the eyes of the Old Gods, so then you looked at Aemond and Aemma, who had their hands intertwined, and looked at each other

It was settled 

Your children were Strong and even though they could change their name, there was someone else, a Targaryen, loyal to you, and worthy of the throne…

Aemond, and Aemma, they were going to rule together, they had the strength, you knew it. 

So you asked them to go and live in Dragonstone, as Prince and Princess of Dragonstone.

The coronation day was set, the day was approaching, you wanted to wait for the people to forget and for the capital to thrive after the horrible events that occurred, but it was necessary for you to make proclamations as Queen 

IN the meantime, it was Cregan who incarcerated all the traitors, and judged them accordingly, acting as your hand

Many called it “the hour of the wolf”

The first one to go, was the man from House Royce, who had rebelled against your cousin, the lady of the Vale

His head rolled first, and many followed, even Larys Strong

you Harwin dishonored him, didn’t even buried him with his family, he let them be buried in a common ditch

You understood him, he had murdered your father in law, and effectively helped the green took the throne

Even though Rhaenyra had cleaned the court of many of the traitors, happily for you who didn't want to bathe the Keep with blood

Even Tyland, acting master of coins, was put on trial, but was spared, as he had bent the knee to you. 

Lucerys was named heir to Driftmark, and future Lord of the tides and was set to marry the Lady Rhaena Targaryen, as accorded 

And it came, the day of the coronation was tomorrow, and you found yourself sipping wine in the balcony of the chambers of the King

Harwin hugged you, kissing your shoulder softly

“My Queen” 

“My King consort”, you giggled, “what have I done?”, you asked out loud, looking at the horizon

“You are to be Queen, it was your destiny”

“Perhaps I forced it, perhaps if I had made different decisions…”

“But you didn’t”, he said firmly, “it happened what it had to happen”, you only nodded, “you are tomorrow to be named Queen, and you succeeded, you won this war”

“Daeron is still at large”

“the war is over”, he whispered, “he is on his way, Stark told me this evening”, you barely nodded, “now let's get you crowned before our oldest children bare sons and daughters out of wedlock”, you giggled 

“That’s true”, you whispered

“Let’s name you Queen”, he whispered, “but first, let me have my wife”

You giggled as he grunted, grabbed you roughly and threw you to the bed. You giggled, enjoying this side of him, and he climbed up your body, discarding your night shirt and dropping kisses everywhere he could find.

it was good to know some things may ever stay the same 

. . .

You didn’t let anybody see you that morning, not your council, nor your children, nor your husband, only Aemma and serving girls were allowed in 

thye bathed you and prepared you, Aemond smiled dreamily as she helped you get dressed. It was the most magnificent dress you had ever seen, with a black background and intricate designs in rubies and gold designs over.

And you decided to wear your hair loose, for the crown to be placed over your head with only a single braid to hold it.

“You are ready mother”, Aemma whispered as she pinned the white dragon on your dress, the one you gifted your father after your travels, the sight made you smiled

“Let’s take my crown”

It was like a dream, the throne room was decorated in its entirety for white flowers, giving it a feeling like you were in the heavens 

“I present to you, Queen (y/n), of House Targaryen, the White dragon, Queen of the Andals, the Roynar and the First men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, and protector of the realm”

Said Lord Steffon out loud, you walked slowly towards the throne as he claimed all your titles, and you said when he spoke the last one.

In the throne room you recognized all the members of your family, and all the most important lords of the realms

“I crown you with the crown of King Jahaerys the conciliator, hoping it will give you wisdom”, you looked ahead as he placed the golden crown in your head

“I give you the crown of the conqueror, to give you strength to unite back the seven Kingdoms under one rule”, he said then, placing the black, heavy crown on your lap, “and the Sword Blackfyre, to give you the power to protect the realm”, he said then, taking the sword front he maester and giving it to you, you placed it by your side

“HAIL THE QUEEN!”, they chanted all, and it ricocheted all over the room, and all over the capital. 

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (40)

40. Maegor

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your sister as the war, grows uglier by the day 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.0 k

Notes:  I know it doesn’t look like, but we are getting close to the end! I hope hehe

“I have come here from far away”, he talked loudly, to all the people gathered, “looking for answers, for the whereabouts of my siblings, and my betrothed”, he said more severely, “I come here following a trail, and I find absolutely nothing”, he growled, he could sense the fear in those people, “I know you had nothing to do with this, so I will ask you one more time… where is he?”, he asked, looking at the senior members of the group there

But he got no answer

He took a tired sigh, he was done with this, he was failed at the one thing he couldn’t fail he grabbed a guy, a random guy, by the back of the neck

Iron borns were supposed to be rough, feisty and tough bastards

But this one whimpered in his hands when he pushed him in front of Karnax, who looked at him and growled loudly, making the men peed his pants

“WHERE IS HE?”, He screamed at the top of his lungs, the people of the crowd flinched, “I swear I will burn this entire fucking island back to the ocean”, he said then, “WHERE IS DALTON GREYJOY?”

Aemond couldn’t help but feel very nervous. He was in his home, where he had lived all his life and now, he was always looking over his shoulder, now he could be treated like a traitor, now they could kill his mother, and him.

He was in the wrong side, not that he regretted it

They would let him see his mother, but he could see his sister, and right now he was coming back to his chambers from seeing her, he entered to find Aemma waiting for him

She smiled warmly at him, like she used to do, oh gods she was so beautiful, he believed

But her face twisted in worry when she saw him

She could tell he was nervous, that he was worried, and also sad, she knew it all, and that hurt her

“What’s the matter?”, he asked, taking her in between his arms, Aemma’s eyes were filled with sadness, brimming with unshed tears

“Do you love me?”, she asked, looking into his eye

“Of course I love you”, he said, with a little offense to his tone, “What is going on?”

“I keep thinking that I have taken everything from you, I made you choose and I think you believe you chose wrong”, Aemond’s confusion showed on his face

“You have never made me choose, what are you talking about?”, he asked, his chest tightened with worry, to see her so distraught 

“You were a prince, the second in line for the throne, you had your family, your siblings, the realms at your feet, the largest and oldest dragon in the world”, she counted, “and now… you only have me, and I can’t help but wonder, that if for you was worth it, to lose everything and only gain me in return”

“You are not to blame on how things happened”, he said firmly, “and I still have Helaena, and the children, my mother is still with us, and my other sister, and my nephews, and you”, he said, kissing the tip of her nose, “I have silverwing”

“I know you wanted that throne”, she said quietly, “I know you wished it was you instead of Aegon”

“Who wouldn’t want to be King?”, he said, “Did I wish for my brother to disappear in the streets of silk and that they choose me to succeed him? yes, but… not like this”, he said, “I would have never go against your mother, and your family”, he said quickly, “I do believe Aegon to be unworthy, I do believe I was worthier than him, but that is it”, he promised, “I’d rather have you, and the family we will going to make”, he promised, “when all of this is over and the dust settles, I will take you from this place, we will have our own lands to look after, and we will have our family”, he promised, taking her hands in his and kissing them, “I promise”, Aemma smiled at him

“I’d like that very much”, she said excitedly 

He holds her tightly against him, caressing her silvery strands.

“You are the most important person in the world to me”, he promised her, “we will survive this, and we will make our own home”

“We will”, she whispered, hugging her husband tightly

“I remember the night he was born”, you whisper into the night air, “King’s Landing lit up with celebration and even from here you could hear all the people feasting and partying from the Streets chanting, “heirs to spare, heirs to spare!” it was incredible”, you narrated 

“I remember all the drunken fights I had to break” laughed Harwin, you turned to look at him

“I don’t want to kill him”, you whispered. The instructions were clear, you were the commander of the allied forces and you were to stop the Green Army marching from Storm’s End towards the capital right now

“You don’t have to”

“Even Aemond failed to convince him to stop this”, you noted, “will he listen to me? he doesn’t even know me”, you said, Harwin walked towards you in the balcony and held you

“You are his older sister”, he whispered

“He doesn’t even know me, but he has been raised by those people”, you said

“You could come to an agreement, you have Alicent, his mother, a Hightower, perhaps you could use her to negotiate”, you nodded

First you were going to try and talk, and if it didn’t work out…

You sighed loudly

If you were forced to end Daeron, you could lose Aemond, and consequently, your own daughter. You don’t know Daeron, but he was still your half brother, still a young man, who had been influenced on this

You barely slept that night

The very next morning you had to leave king’s Landing on dragonback to meet Cregan and his army, against Daeron and the Hightowers, in Haystack in the edges of the King’s Wood

Rhaenyra summoned you early in the morning

You were dressed in a coat of mail, with a leather breastplate with metal details and the three headed armor in your chest, your hair braided out of your face long boots and strong leather pants

You presented in front of your sister ready for war 

“You march in the representation of your Queen”, she said solemnly, and you were not liking what you were feeling against your sister, she had began to anger you, you were beginning to hate her, she had your children and she wouldn’t tell you where they were

She touched your children

She was an enemy now

“I will not forget that”, you said strongly, and it was not a good thing, you were never going to forget the one that made you march to war, and possibly kill and burn thousand of men

You squint your eyes when you saw it, a cut, deep in your sister’s forearm

The throne had cut her

She didn’t seemed to care for your tone, but she knew she couldn’t be pity right now

You abandoned the throne room because you didn’t care if she was done with your or not, you went to do her dirty work

If she was supposed to be the Queen, how did she expect for people to fight battles she was not willing to fight herself?

You met with your children before you departed again, according to Rhaenyra you were all going to go to the battlefield, but you only wanted to get them out of here

You took Aemond’s hand and then one of Aemma’s

“Go home, back to the Whitehall”, you said, and they both nodded, “you bent the knee but Aegon is still out there, Harrenhal is the last post of defense of the Capital from the North”

“We will guard it for you”, said Aemond, and you nodded, you kissed your daughter’s forehead and she smiled sweetly

For some reason you believed they were going to be safer there then here in the Red Keep

You then looked at Helaena and Maekar

“You too”

“I will go with you”, said Maekar, you were starting to shake your head, but he interrupted you, “I’m your eldest son, it is my job”, he said, you sighed but only nodded, you will have a better chance at a Dragon with two of them

And you needed a fast messenger if you needed to communicate something back to King’s Landing or to everywhere else

Dragons where faster than ravens

Helaena and Maekar say goodbye to each other tenderly, she was to go back to Harrenhal with her brother and Aemma

But she stayed in the Red Keep to see her mother, if you only knew that

As your children were saying their farewells, Daemon came to you, he looked angry, he grabbed your arm and took you to the side.

“I want you to end that Targayren cunt”, he demanded angrily

“Then why don’t you go and do it yourself?”, you asked bitterly, “Well, sending other people to do your dirty work, to assassin someone else is something you would do”, he frowned at your words, but if he knew what you were talking about he didn’t show it

“What is that supposed to mean?”, he asked through gritted teeth

“I think you know exactly what I mean”, you growled, releasing yourself from his hold, he let you, “I will do this for you, but after, I will back home with my family”, he looked at you seriously

“You will not sit in the small council for your sister?”

“I think we can both agree that I have done enough to help my sister”, you said back, “it is her throne, now she has to work to keep it”, you bit. He looked at you angrily, paladating your words, his jaw ticked in bother

“It would be truly a shame if your younger children and Stark’s eldest daughter be lost a sea”, and right then you froze

“What?”, you muttered, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing

“You heard me”, he said back, “you have no choice, if you want to see your children again, you will do as I say”

“I understand”, you said severely

You understand very well

And as you left the Keep to go to the Dragonpit accompanied by Maekar, and Harwin, you felt your blood boil

Your uncle and sister had messed with your children

They had to go

You had to go, get away, would you convince your entire family to leave? go away to Essos or beyond? you wouldn’t leave without your children, but with dragons not even the North was far away enough, you had to go further, damn them all

You needed to “come back” to the present when the carriage was traveling through the streets of King’s Landing

You could hear the discontent of the people

They were not happy, your sister when she took the capital “punished” some wealthy lords of the city for having done nothing to stop Aegon, and that did not please the people, she had also raised their taxes to try and recuperate the treasury, to have money in the vaults

That didn’t please the people either

You had heard many people screaming, “Maegor with tits”, or “Rhaenyra the cruel”, it was not a good sign, she did not have the people of King’s Landing. You could feel something brewing in the air. SOmehow you believed she deserved it

You arrived in the Dragonpit, Aerion, Maekar’s dragon did rest there, shortly after, as you were helping your son to fix his mount, Vhaelar landed heavily in the outside courtyard

Growling restlessly

it wasn’t long until you and your son were in the air. Vhaelar was the biggest dragon, and she preferred to fly higher and a little bit behind, and you could tell that that way she could see more clearly if something were coming your way, in this case… another dragon

The fly was short, over the king’s woods, and then the deep wood ended and you found the Northerner army there, camping in the less leafy part of the forest

You landed both your dragons, Harwin right behind you. Cregan went out of the amp to meet you

“Scouts had spotted the Green army”, he said, straight to the point, you only nodded, “they are behind that hill, camped in a valley”

“That doesn’t seem very smart”, Harwin said

“They have a huge dragon with them”, he said, “we have managed to hide, and capture their scouts, sot hey haven’t spotted us yet, but they will” 

“It will be too late”, you said, “we are here now”, he nodded, then you looked at Maekar, “take us to the viewpoint, we will leave our dragons here”.

The sun was hiding when you decided to leave the camp of the northerners and out in the open, and up the hill. You didn't know what to think, what to believe, but for now you had pushed everything that wasn’t related to this direct conflict out of your mind, and you were determined to end this and then recuperate your children, nothing else mattered.

As you reached the top, the Green army was in front of you, occupying the entire valley, from here, you could mount your dragon and fly above them and burn them all.

But that would be such a waste

A loss of life

An unnecessary one

You hated Hightowers at this point, you blamed them for everything that happened starting by Otto, but if you wanted to unite the realm again, you had to make your peace, you couldn’t kill them all, then the Reach would be lost to you forever.

“How do you want to proceed?”, asked Cregan by your side

“I want to speak to Daeron”, you said, decisively

“But mom…”, you only looked at Maekar and he got quiet

“We have to try to stop this”, you reasoned, they agreed with you, “but we don’t have much time, even though we could convince him to retreat, still my sister is not going to be pleased with this, she would want the Hightower’s heads no spikes”

“But what if…”, you heard a growl in the air, and you turned, surprised, to see Rhaegar’s dragon Karnax landing right by Vhaelar’s side down the hill

“Rhaegar?”, asked Maekar, running down the hill to go meet his brother, and you three did too

You dragon nuzzled her son with her snout and Karnax growled lowly but letting himself be petted by his mother, and you believe it was hilarious

Your dragon was very protective of her dragonlings, no matter how big they have gotten, and you could feel her rage for the loss of her smallest one, Greywind

She wanted blood for it. 

But your attention was stolen by your son who approached you

You haven't seen him in a few weeks, and you hugged him tightly, he hugged you back

”I know where they are”, he said, straight to the point

“What?”, you asked, separating from him and looking him in the eyes

“I know where the children and Sarra are”, he said with sparkly eyes and a smile on his face

 And that is all it took

“Let’s go take them back then”, you said firmly. Finally, a way out of this. 

“What are you going to do with the Green Army?”, he asked, looking behind you, you followed his gaze

“I have a plan”, you said firmly, you then looked at Cregan, who also seemed relieved, as his daughter was also missing. “Get me an audience with Daeron”

“What will you do?”, asked Harwin, and you looked at him

“I have his two siblings and his mother n my side”, you said firmly, “I will turn him to my side as well”

“Your side?”, asked Cregan, a small smile appearing on his lips

“Yes”, you said firmly, “it’s time”

By the end of the day, you had in front of you Daeron Targaryen, your youngest brother, and his uncle, Otto’s nephew, Avalon

“We have the greatest army of the Reach”, mocked Abalon, “why would we surrender?”

“I have the Northern army and three grown dragons”, you said, “why wouldn’t I burn you all?”, Daeron was serious, looking directly at you, you turned to him, “you are my brother, i don’t want to hurt you, you are of my blood”

His uncle mocked you, but he didn’t even looked at him, he was only looking at you

“You are doing the bidding of Rhaenyra”, he said then

“And you all are doing the bidding of Otto”, yous aid then, “your mother didn’t want this, your father didn't want this, nobody ever wanted this”, that did make him think about what you were saying

“My mother is a prisoner of the usurper Rhaenyra”, he said then, you had have him for a second, and it was gone now

“I’ve just seen your mother”, you said, “she is perfectly fine, Rhaenyra pardoned her, they were friends once, so she is alright”

“Not my grandfather though”, he said then

“Your grandfather usurped my sister’s throne”, you said then, “he pushed the country into a civil war, he moved you and your brother’s against their own family, he is damned”

“They are my family”, said Daeron, but not yet convinced

“I know you don’t know me”, you said then, “but you are my little brother, and my sons, your nephews of similar ages to you would want to meet you, Aemond married my daughter, your sister will marry my eldest son”, you said gently, “we are bonded by more than only blood, by love”, he was truly thinking about it, “surrender and you can go where you please, if you want to see your mother you will, if you want to see your siblings and nephews you will, if you want to go back to Old Town and live your life in peace we will, and so will you”, you said then, looking at the uncle as well 

“What about Aegon?”, asked Daeron 

“I don’t know”, you admitted, “We don’t even know where he is”

The turned long minutes as you saw him ponder, thinking for an answer, weighting it all in.

And you didn’t know what you were going to do if he refused to surrender. 

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