#oc royce

[noses-in-winter]

Isn't She Lovely (M/F, F sneeze, 18+)

I do not often write M/F fics where the F character is sneezing unless I really, REALLY love a pairing, so! This is a fic where @ezynse 's OC Tala is sick + sneezy + in a bath and my OC Royce makes her nut and takes care of her! I have several written pieces w these two, so I may post more later....we shall See! Tala is 5'2, 23, chubby, works in a museum, dresses like Arthur the aardvark but with more subdued colors and better shoes. She's very smart, empathic and kind, and is NOT used to being treated like a princess. Royce worships her body, and for good reason. She sneezes AND orgasms in this fic! Yay! Royce is: 6'1, 26, simultaneously fat + beef, a steampunky, Victorian prince who worships a goddess whose whole thing is "you OWE your bitch an orgasm". He adores Tala and is rly bisexual in the way he takes care of her, I know you guys know what I mean. He's soft, sensitive and dramatic as hell.

As the title suggests, this IS NSFW, so pls don't read or rb if you're not an adult! Fic is 1.7k words. DO NOT REBLOG TO NON-SNEEZE BLOGS, THANK YOOOOOU _____________________________________________________

This was, most certainly, not the place that Tala wanted to have this approaching sneezing fit. To her dismay, the signs were clear in her heart and sinuses: Holding back would not be an option. 

Even amid the panic of the approaching sneezes, she almost didn’t want to climax. This moment with Royce, intimate and heavy and real, was too perfect to stop. When had a guy ever cared about her getting to climax, or even feel any pleasure during the experience at all? Nobody had ever held her like this in her life. There were all those hookups, sure, but there was no holding involved in any of those instances, or even a call back. And now she had a boyfriend that would cuddle up as soon as they got into bed. Or close on the couch. Or in the jacuzzi bath in his huge apartment. That last option had seemed the most appropriate for the evening, given the cold that had plagued her for the past three days. 

Her nose dripped. Tala sniffled and reached for the damp washcloth she’d used to clean up back when this had been a totally innocent bubble bath. She drew the cloth to her nose, wiping at it carefully. The texture simply irritated her quivering nostrils further.

Royce scooted closer to meet Tala’s pelvis. This only urged his thigh against her front as she rolled her hips against it. That’s what got the first little moan to shiver out of Tala. She started to lean forward, rocking against the motion as she let her cheek drop against Royce’s shoulder. After a moment of taking several shivering breaths, Tala came closer to kiss along Royce’s neck. Immediately, he took in a sharp gasp of air. 

“F-Fuck…Tala…” 

Oh, the way he was moaning now, too. It took a lot to get Royce to utter a curse. She had struggled to believe it at first, but it was clear that Royce really had meant it when he said pleasing her was his greatest dream, as well as the duty his goddess bestowed upon him. 

She pressed her chest against his, sure that he could feel her nipples, perky with the chill of her exposed skin. He was the sort who found a woman’s breast nothing less than a gift from the heavens, so his reaction was expected and immediate. “Oh, heart, you’re cold…” he exhaled, not quite against her ear. 

Tala only had to shift slightly when Royce reached behind him, retrieving a clean washcloth from the stack near the bath. He dipped the cloth into the hot water before drawing it up to Tala’s tit. He gave her areola teasing rubs through the warm washcloth. Tala’s breath snagged in pleasure as the texture of the cloth rubbed against her nipple. She let out that pleased little hum that she hadn’t yet realized was the first indication that she was nearing climax.

The moan from Royce that came a moment later synced perfectly with Tala’s. “My love…”

Tala couldn’t respond. Her breaths came in faster and faster bursts, her thighs starting to shudder around his. Fuck, she was close. “Royce,” she exhaled on a shivering breath. Okay, she needed this rhythm, needed the way he held her, rubbed her, kept her close and whispered to her---- Ohhhhhhhhh.

.....Okay. Okay…..Oooookaaaaay...

She melted into Royce’s arms, the highs of orgasm rolling through her. Tala’s hips give one--no, two more instinctive bucks as the feeling enveloped her still. Her thighs quaked around Royce’s knee. “Theeere we go, my angel…” he breathed, drawing close to kiss her cheek. “Oh, Tala. You're enough to turn a monotheistic man into a believer of all.”

Tala’s eyes were shut as she sighed comfortably. Despite the relaxing post-climax snugglefest, her nose still ran, and tickled. She sniffled, much louder than intended. The hot bath was amazing, of course, but the parts of her damp body that were exposed to cooler air immediately prickled with goosebumps. “Sorry…” she said with a little cough. “Just starting to get col--...” As if on cue, Tala trailed off with an irritated little flare of her nostrils. Still stradling Royce’s thigh, she could only hold herself close to him and turn her head away.  “Hh’kkt! Kgxtch!”

“Bless you, my heart,” Royce whispered, peppering kisses into Tala’s hair. One hand reached up to cup one of Tala’s breasts. Royce gave it a ginger thumbing; Her nipples were still firm from that orgasm, and his tender touches were more than relaxing. 

 “Th-Thank you. I’m sorry. I-I was trying to say, umb, sdf!...Don’t…Don’t sell yourself short,” she said on a quiet exhale. Tala chuckled with a tired sigh. “You’re the one with the sturdy knee, and all.” She blushed and turned her head to kiss his cheek. He was prickly from going a day without shaving. This was a sensation that used to be a turn-off for Tala, but with Royce it was unbearably hot to her. 

“Oh, my love, a sturdy man in a seat is simply there to fulfill the duties his goddess bestows upon him,”  Royce said, just close enough against her ear to get Tala leaning into the whisper. “Keeping fine ladies steady as they moan…” He rubbed his thumb against Tala’s nipple. “....and squirm….” 

Tala let out a shivery little breath, nestling her nose along his cheekbone in just the way he loved. On cue, Royce wiggled slightly beneath her with a little laugh. Always the saaame spot that got him. “Let me take care of you, now…” she said with a sniffle. He was absolutely hard. He had been for ages now. When Tala reached down into the water and found Royce’s firm cock, she circled the tip with her thumb. Slowly, her black eyes moved up to meet Royce’s. “Is this okay?”

Royce’s lashes fluttered shut with a trembling little breath of his own. He sniffled and straightened himself, looking at Tala with a concerned knit to his brow. “L-Let’s leave the tub, mm? Get ourselves… comfortable.”

Royce, of course, was much bigger than Tala. When he stepped out of the tub first, the water level dropped quick enough to expose Tala’s bare shoulders without pause. She sniffled and rose with his help. Royce wrapped a towel around Tala first before taking care of himself, hurrying to pat every inch dry. They both flirted as they waited, in the soft and loving way they had. Royce had made it clear early on that her chest was a godsend, so Tala was pleasantly accustomed to the way he watched it shift as she moved, and jiggled when she stopped. Especially when she…

“Iht’tTSHHih! hhH’KSHhhiue!” Ohh, two sudden sneezes. Tala was at least able to pull her towel over her nose, though that perfectly exposed her chest as it wobbled with the sudden outburst. 

“Bless you, my dear. Heavens, Tala…” Royce breathed, slapping both hands over his heart. “Seeing you like this! I would love nothing more than to paint a proper portrait of you again soon. As free as you are now, how beautiful.”

Tala blushed at the memory, finishing off her drying efforts. “The portrait I sneezed through, you mean?" she said with a sniffle. “Sorry again, for messing up the painting. I-I know it was hard for me to, uh…stay still…”

“Messing up? Oh, no, no, unthinkable,” Royce said with a smile. “You, my love of loves, my goddess of goddesses, could never ‘mess up’ in a moment of showing off your true beauty. The way you quivered in anticipation, the way your eyes glossed over as your--”

“Htt’ktt-choo!” No, damn it! “Hihhgstch! Hoh, I’m sorry…” Tala breathed, lashes still fluttering. Okay, it was getting harder for her to shake this little bursts of sneezes after. 

Luckily, Royce was scooping her up into his arms in an instant. Tala balked and wrapped both arms around his neck. That lasted for about two seconds, at least. She still had to sneeze. Stifling was getting harder, so Tala pinched her nose shut the best she could. “Hggkt! Hhktch!” “Ohhh, dear…” he cooed, nestling his nose against her temple. “That cold still has you in its grip, my heart. Perhaps we ought to get you tucked in bed…”

Tala shook her head and simply let Royce carry her from the bathroom. “No, no, no…I’m okay, Royce, really…I’m a little tired, that’s all, but nothing I can’t handle. It’s too early to sleep, anyway…”

Royce chuckled, letting his nose nuzzle her cheek. “Well, then we won’t sleep…” he purred before setting Tala down on his bed. Quick as lightning, he shot over to turn on one of the low, romantic lamps on the dresser before getting back to her in an instant. He brought along a box of tissues to put on the bedside table. Tala blushed and rubbed beneath her nose. “Um, th-thanks. Hope I don’t need those anymore…”

“It’s perfectly fine if you do, heart…” Royce said, starting to pull the covers back. Tala needn’t any urging before hurrying under the blankets. She snuggled up into Royce’s arms instantly, embracing her sturdy boyfriend. “I want you to rest, though, alright? I don’t mind if I don’t climax tonight. I can do that any time. All I want is for you to lean back, relax, and allow me to tend to you.” 

Tend to her. Did Tala ever think that anyone would want to tend to her? 

“And don’t think about smothering your sneezes, dear. Use all the tissues you need, but don’t give yourself a headache.”

“Mb’kay,” Tala said in a stuffy little hum. She simply leaned back, allowing Royce to carry out whatever duties his goddess gave him. 

[stellasteris]

[godswood-girl]

if someone asked me at the end i'd tell them put me back in it darling, i would do it again if i could hold you for a minute

yet another incredible commission by the amazing @murmel-malt, this time of my favourite hotd lesbians, alicent hightower and my oc daena royce, stars of my future fic and though i burn

[dammarchy211]

Per the description of the heartless perk “robots are now confused by you”

Also chapters 2 and 3 are out for that post game fic I’m writing 👍👍

[murmel-malt]

when you and your husband are at the funeral of your father's second wife and you see him and your cousin eye-fucking across the venue

[all-lee24]

Aldrich, devourer of gods

Pre-sludge

I’m cooking up a comic for him, I have many narrative ideas about my favorite darkmoon and my favorite man eater.

[scout985]

love my squad

[daenysthedreamer101]

HOTD Masterlist

General Masterlist

~ Daughter of Steel and Bronze (Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong)

This is the story of Princess Daena Targaryen - daughter of the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen and Lady Rhea Royce. What role will she play in the impending doom of House Targaryen?

Follow along as she learns to navigate the complex life of the Red Keep, uncovers treacherous plots, falls victim to dangerous lies, and falls in love with the heir of Harrenhal.

Will she survive the Game of Thrones or perish as so many others did?

Moodboard

Character profile

Daena x Harwin

Prologue

Ch 1 - To King's Landing

Ch 2 - Claiming your birthright

Ch 3 - Dragonstone

Ch 4 - Blood of the Dragon

Ch 5 - Victory

Ch 6 - Gone with the Wind

Ch 7 - Loss of Innocence

Ch 8 - Crossroads

Ch 9 - Child no more

Ch 10 - Signs and Portents

Ch 11 - The comforts of home

Ch 12 - Hidden secrets

Ch 13 - Daughter's anguish

Ch 14 - Total Eclipse of the Heart

Ch 15 - To Mend a Broken Heart

To be continued...

Depictions of Daena

Pt 1/ Pt 2 / Pt 3

Pt 4 / Pt 5 / Pt 6

Pt 7 / Pt 8 / Pt 9

Pt 10 / Pt 11

Secondary characters

Lady Amanda Royce

Ladies Joy and Hanna Strong

Lady Rowena Redfort

Rowena's reaction to Rhea's death

Daena's outfits

Pt 1

Pt 2

Headcanons

Daena's style

How Vermithor bonded to Daena

Daena's style during mourning

[papakhan]

Okay I'm tired of working on this so here. Based on me fucking up a jump and dying to red cloud in front of Christine while playing Dead Money <3

[courier-req]

The Sierra Madre Casino hopes you've enjoyed your stay.

Req, for all her traits, faults, flaws... she's best known for money being the driving force in her life. That, combined with her lifetime of surviving things no one else could and her staunch refusal to take orders from anyone but those paying her, would spell doom for Elijah. He had no idea the fate he brought upon himself when he locked that bomb collar around her neck.

(Her hair was still growing back after her stint in the Big MT at the time. She was able to talk Dog/God into a semblance of sanity. She killed Dean with her bare hands. She did all she could to save Christine, and respected her choice to remain behind. She kept Vera's dress for Veronica, and a poster of the starlet for herself. And she took every last gold bar and dollar bill out of that vault, trading them for Elijah.)

[targayrenss]

We Remember -Viserys Targaryen

pairing:Viserys Targaryen × Targaryen Oc

Content:Incest, Age-Gap

Daemon Targaryen and Rhea Royce if they managed to consummate their marriage, from that one time the twins Lyanna and Aemon Targaryen were born.

In their childhood, both twins were very loved by his parents, Daemon even tried to live healthy with his bronze dog so as not to fight in front of the children.

On his ninth name day, Daemon had to take his children to King's Landing, insisting that his children needed to learn about their dragons and his family.

Lyanna grew up with her cousin Rhaenyra who was only a year older than her, shortly after her arrival the hand of the king had to bring her daughter to the fortress to serve both as the lady of company of her

When the King decided to marry Alicent after Aemma Arryn's death, Lyanna and Rhaenyra began to have bad blood with the new queen.

Both avoiding her, Lyanna supported Rhaenyra for being angry with Alicent, she decided to betray her without caring a bit about her friendship.

But when the rumor about Rhaenyra and her father in Silk Street reached her, and days after her mother died mysteriously after her father's exile, it was breaking point for Lyanna.

She continued to feign friendship with Rhaenyra, comforting her when she was informed of her wedding to Laenor Velaryon, judging the queen together.

But Lyanna and Aemon have the perfect move to get back at Rhaenyra, and get Alicent Hightower off the board for once.

[lazy-kari202]

The Child

Chapter 1

Warnings: None

They say that love is the end of duty and that duty is the end of love. Rhaenella couldn’t have found that further from the truth. For the love she had for her mother and house made her proud to learn of her duties or at least most of them.

Rhaenella could often be found in the fields of Runestone when she oft meant to be in her studies. Like how she was now, gathering flowers next to the wall of Runestone.

As Rhaenella continued to gather flowers and mend the stems together,being lost in a sea of her own thoughts. The girl never heard the sound of a horse and its rider coming near.

“And just where are you supposed to be little hawk?”

Came a chiding voice of none other than Lady Rhea. A squeaky yelp could be heard and Rhaenella swiftly turned around to see her mother. After a bright gulp, “um! Nowhere mother.” Quickly claimed Rhaenella. Watching as her mother unseated herself from her horse and walked to her.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind explaining to me why I am hearing half of Runestone calling your name near the front gate?” Quickly replied Rhea with a smirk gradually reaching her cheeks.

But upon gazing down at her child, she quickly changes her face and tone to that of Lady Royce. “Please do explain to me the benefits of leaving your lessons unattended to and coming out here to simply make flower crowns!” Rhea said chidingly and gently grabbed the flower crowns on the ground, proving that Rhaenella had missed most of her lessons meant for today. Rhaenella looks up at her mother ashamed but looks to the side puffing out her cheeks.

“I didn’t even miss all of my lessons, I only meant to delay my last one with Ser Gerold.”

Rhaenella says the last bit rather quietly but Rhea still hears and gently lowers herself to be at level with her child.

“And why do you want to skip this lesson with cousin Gerold?” Rhea asks. “You know why mother!” Rhaenella yells back but quickly turns away ashamed.

Rhea soon looks around a little exasperated but also anxiously. “No matter how many time you speak to Ser Gerold he still treats me li-“ Rhaenella stops her sentence short but continues in a soft tone.

“Like I am an outsider, like I don’t belong. He looks at me with an expectation of something bad to happen as if I am-.” Rhaenella stops at the touch of her mother who is patting her head gently. Rhaenella gazes upon her mother whose face is marred by trouble.

“Let’s get you inside little hawk, mark your duties today fulfilled.”

Lady Rhea gazes at her daughter for a moment longer with an emotion Rhaenella can’t explain but complies with her Lady mother.

As Rhaenella is readied for bed by her septa she thinks nothing but of her mother and ser Gerold. Thoughts so loud that even long after her septa had left she found no sleep and decided to get up and sneak out of her room. It was quite easy since the guards to her room tend to sleep early into their shift.

As Rhaenella comes upon her mother’s solar she hears muffled voices and also finds no guards. She gets close to the door but dares not to open it. From her spot near the door she can hear her mother and Ser Gerold inside.

“She is a child Gerold, she bears no sins of her father! When will you get that through your head!” Rhaenella jumps at the harsh tone of her mother but soon hears the guilt ridden tone of Gerold.

“I know that cousin but I-“ “THERE IS NO EXCUSING THIS GEROLD!”

Rhaenella could hear her mother cut in harshly along with sound of a harsh bang.

“You tend to forget that as much as she is that Craven’s child- she is also mine! I am the one who suffered for months to bring her into this world! I am the one who labored! I am the one who fed her from my breast to ensure her strength! Despite all the turmoil I suffered with her at the start! She is mine, cousin. You do well to remember that from now on.”

Rhaenella even from behind the door could feel the finality of her mother’s words and as quietly as she could backed away from the door and hid. Rhaenella watched as a stone faced Gerold walked out of her mother’s solar and disappeared into the castle’s darkness.

Seeing her coast was clear, Rhaenella made her way back to her room and thanked the gods old and new that her guards were still vast asleep.

Upon entering her room Rhaenella is left feeling conflicted. Rhaenella didn’t hear the whole argument between her mother and Gerold but she could mostly likely guess that her father was mentioned in some form considering that he was a catalyst for this whole situation.

Rhaenella only ever knew the bare minimum of her father. All that she truly knew of her father was basics of who he is which gave nothing of his personality or is character.

One part of Rhaenella wants to know her father but another part truly couldn’t care. For how could she miss someone that she never truly knew. Her mother gave her all the love and attention she could think of. Be it there were moments of tension but from what her septa had told her who hasn’t? So what was the problem? Truly Speaking what role could the Prince Daemon fill that her mother had not? No matter how much Rhaenella paced her mind and body there was no answer.

The only thing Rhaenella could think of to assume an answer was that the only thing fueling her curiosity for this man was because no one gave her answer as to who he was, not even her mother. For the all answers she would give that was the one she would not give.

As Rhaenella thought this she stopped her pacing and sat down on her settee, facing the fire of her hearth.

Rhaenella recounted that moment of time when she did ask her mother about her father and did all she could to pry out any and all information but upon asking her mother, all Rhaenella received was a look filled with nothing but pain and helplessness.

Seeing that look upon her mother hurt Rhaenella in a way she never thought and all she could think of in that moment was that she never wanted to see that look again.

The only thing her mother uttered in that moment was that she would tell Rhaenella of her father when she is older, be it that he stays in the Stepstones still by that time- or when he indefinitely returns.

Her father would be a conversation saved for when the proper time came, thus Prince Daemon can be tucked away for now Rhaenella thought. Upon this conclusion a wave of determination stirred up in Rhaenella and she jumps up from her settee and heads for her desk and pulls out all of her books, scrolls, papers and quills.

Rhaenella would get no sleep this night for in her quivering heart was the determination to make her mother proud and for her to be ready to stand tall and face her studies well prepared in the morning.

It was safe to bet that upon all gods- old and new that Rhaenella was anything but properly prepared for her studies. For when her Septa Milla entered Rhaenella’s chamber the poor woman thought she had seen a ghost for the poor girl was pale, slumped and had eyes so dark they rivaled an empty night sky.

Upon Septa Milla’s arrival Rhaenella was fretted upon and ushered into a hot bath and then once out was readied for her day in what felt like only a matter of minutes. After quickly fretting over Rhaenella some more, Rhaenella was then escorted to the dining hall to break her fast with her mother.

“By all seven hells!”

Rhaenella heard her mother exclaim as she made her way next to her.

“Your daughter my lady deemed it necessary to stay up well past the hour of the wolf and well into this morning!” Explained Milla as Rhea turned to her daughter.

“But it was not only her staying up all night my lady, the girl was simply engulfed in a mountain of books, scrolls and paper!” “Would you care to explain yourself little hawk?”

Upon the question from her mother Rhaenella gazes up and into her eyes. “I- I wanted to be prepared! For my studies and duties mother. I want to give Ser Gerold no quarter!”

As Rhaenella gazes into her mother’s eyes and face, she watches as Rhea leans back into her chair and releases a proud smile on her. “A true Royce of Runestone. But please little hawk do not jeopardize your sleep again. As much as it pleases me to see you study and learn- you need to sleep, especially since you are still young.”

Rhaenella is quick to pout upon the ending statement from her mother but bounces back from praise.

“While we are on the topic of your studies today, your lessons with Ser Gerold are going to be skipped today- and this is not due to yesterday’s events. Cousin Gerold is out hunting and I soon will also be joining.”

The discovery of her mother’s trip to the forest excites Rhaenella but before she could ask to join her mother, Rhea tells her no and that simply because one lesson is not on her ledger does not mean she has more free time today.

“Your lessons little hawk will be just as long as they usually should be just that one will not be performed today. I expect to hear high remarks when I get back from my hunt considering your rather lovely night time activity.”

Rhea says with a smile. Her mother then finishes up her morning food, cleans herself and walks over to Rhaenella.

“Should you do well on your studies today, the next time I find myself wanting for a hunt. I will bring you along, how about that little hawk?”

Rhaenella’s face lights up upon this question and nods her head yes to her mother. Rhea kneels down to her daughter’s level and kisses her on her forehead.

“Be good for your septa and our maester. I will see you when I return.”

Rhea stands and pats Rhaenella’s head and strides out of the dining hall. Rhaenella watched her mother’s back fade out of the halls and quickly eats her morning food much to her septa’s dismay.

The day was still long for Rhaenella despite having two studies off her ledger. Rhaenella bristled through embroidery, she muscled her way through dancing, manners and etiquette.

What surprisingly almost broke her was singing, Rhaenella felt she had no breath left in her at the end and was almost jubilant for her lessons in history with maester Corlin.

It was the afternoon when Rhaenella reached the end of her last lessons with Maester Corlin regarding her literature and numbers. Rhanella after seating herself near one of the many windows had sneaked a peak outside to see if her mother returned but found nothing of significance in the courtyard.

Soon finding herself back facing her studies she is then interrupted by a door opening causing Maester Corlin to stop his teachings. Rhanella looking up from her papers is faced with Ser Gerold and Septa Milla.

“Ser Gerold, Septa Milla to what do I owe this interruption?”

“My Lady Ser Gerold wished to have a quick word with you but despite informing him that you were well into your studies,still wished to have a word with you.”

Rhanella gazes upon her septa and is quick to notice the nervousness of the woman with her fidgeting but says nothing and looks to Ser Gerold. Not willing to show anymore weakness to this man and for appearances sake stands and approach’s.

“Well Ser Gerold what do you wish to say?” Rhanella fights the urge to also fidget much like her septa.

Gerold steps forward and kneels down on one knee to Rhanella much to her surprise. “I wish to apologize Lady Rhaenella for my actions against you, it was wrong of me, I need not explain them away for that would be a waste of words. I wish to do this house proud and instead have shamed it and its heir.” Gerold then looks up into Rhaenella’s eyes.

“ there is no amount of words to describe the shame I feel in knowing I not only hurt my dear cousin Rhea with my actions but also her dear and beloved daughter. I am sorry Rhaenella, if you would forgive this foolish man, I humbly ask to continue in aiding you with your lessons in the sword and riding.” Gerold then moves his head down finishing his apology.

Looking to her Septa Rhaenella can also see the surprise on her face and most likely also on Maester Corlin who stands behind her. Not wanting this silence to continue she demands Gerold to stand and when he does.

“I must confess that this animosity between us is something I never truly understood, and although I may suspect the reasons that started it, I just wish for it to end. Gerold if this is truly a new start then it would bring me no greater pleasure to continue training with you! If it would also be possible could I also call you cousin? Since we are family and it would bring me great happiness to be as close as we should be!”

Upon this response Rhaenella sees a visible relaxation take hold of Gerold and a small smile graces his face.

“There would be no greater honor Rhaenella.” Unable to contain her happiness she hugs him and to her joy Gerold hugs her back.

“Before you go have you seen my mother out in the woods? She went hunting separately from you.” Rhaenella ask quickly.

“Yes but that was- I assume around earlier in the morning. I didn’t pass her upon my return but I am sure she will be back soon my lady, the sun is still quite high”

Rhanella steps back from Gerold and nods her head in understanding and bids him a goodbye for today.

Ser Gerold turns to go but upon reaching the door turns and wishes Rhaenella a good spar for tomorrow’s training. Gerold then leaves the room leaving her Septa and Maester in Rhaenella’s company. For a day so joyous Rhaenella’s hopes had begun to fly.

She felt as if the day was blessed by the Seven themselves but that happiness could only last for so long in a world such as hers.

For not long after Gerold’s visit, Rhaenella is told the news of mother’s horse arriving riderless into Runestone. Chaos had begun to seep into Rhaenella’s perfect day, sickening the very halls of her home and worrying Rhanella to no end.

Rhaenella had been taken to her chambers upon the news and was told Ser Gerold had taken a handful of Royce soldiers to find her mother.

Hours had passed, the sun that once showed such promise had now become a beacon of dread. For the closer it came to setting the more of Rhaenella’s sanity would wane- the more she cried for her mother. Despite the reassurances from her septa Rhaenella would not settle until she laid eyes on her mother. Rhaenella was pacing her room constantly looking out of all windows for a sign of Gerold and his company that would contain her mother but no sign was shown. She prayed to all seven gods for a sign and when that would not work she prayed to any and all gods, old and new combined until all thoughts became jumbled in her mind.

The only thing Rhaenella was told and what she heard was that her mother’s horse rode in fast into Runestone as if the poor thing was startled and that no blood or savagery was upon the horse. Meaning that most likely her mother may be alright. After all her mother was well known hunter and fighter but if her mother was alright why couldn’t they find her! Rhanella was at her wits end by the time the sun was passing the hills leading its decent to night.

It was around this time Rhaenella heard chaos begin to set in. For she could see from her windows Gerold and Royce soldiers riding fast towards Runestone.

Rhaenella wasted no time, pushing past her septa and down all the stairs and hallways in Runestone to make her way down to the courtyard.

She payed no mind to her septa who screamed and chased her through Runestone holding her robe for her night dress. As Rhanella pushed past guards who tried to stop her, she pushed the courtyard doors wide open.

Smiling at the thought of ending this nightmare and seeing her mother. All was shattered as Rhaenella laid her eyes on what would be the end of her innocence. What would be the end of all that she knew.

For the smile she had on her face faded and twisted into utter agony and confusion as why her mother would not stand. No matter her persistence to get closer, her septa and guards held the poor girl back as she kicked and screamed. As they carried her mother past her and into Runestone the only coherent thing Rhaenella could utter in that moment was one thing.

“Mother?”

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[dammarchy211]

Obligatory rocking House’s shit that I started in April and didn’t finish til July oops. The Joshua Graham fit was just for in game accuracy you’re never gonna see Gazer in that again.

[murmel-malt]

Rowan doodle time!

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

I commissioned the lovely @murmel-malt to draw the Royce siblings from my HOTD OC fic: Sins Of The Father

I'm so incredibly jazzed with how my kids turned out, they are beautiful & I will be returning for more at some point. 💕

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8 - Life Used to be Simple

Part 9

A Wolf Among Dragons

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My boots clicked against the heavy marble stone as I walked alongside the young dragon prince Aemond. Normally I felt some comfort around the young man but now it felt differently. I felt like someone was pushing down on my stomach making it hard to breathe now when I’m around him.

“My lady, we've been strolling for nearly an hour and you’ve not spoken a word. Must I assume you don’t wish to stroll with me.” He broke the uncomfortable silence that could be felt between us.

Tucking some hair behind my ear I kept my gaze trained forward as we kept moving. “I must confess I am rather tired, my prince.”

“We can stop and rest if you wish.” He commented back at me.

Shaking my head I wished he would understand that I wasn’t comfortable around him. Halting in my tracks I huffed, dropping my shoulders heavily. “I wish to retire to my chambers now.” I quickly spun on my heels in a hastened manner to leave yet he managed to snag my wrist in one of his hands keeping me from doing so.

“Lehna, wait.”

I attempt to yank my wrist from his grasp but he holds a slightly tight grip. “Aemond - I. Please let me go please.”

“You’re acting cold to me and I want to know why. Have I done something to offend you?” His voice was filled with care I could tell. I just couldn’t bring myself to be honest with him like I had always been.

No matter how much I despised being in a marriage with Daemon I had no real way out of it. We were wed under the eyes of the Gods and nothing would change that.

Rolling my eyes I tried a second time to break free from the princes hold on me. “You’ve done nothing to upset me, my prince. I am really just needing to retire for the day. Now please let me go - urgh!”

“Stop lying to me, Lehna.” Aemond snapped back at me.

Throwing my freehand up in the air I was surprised he was able to notice. “How do you know I’m lying? You know nothing about me.”

“You’ve never lied to me before so I must assume that you’re lying when your voice gets a higher pitch to it.” He enfired with the slight raise of his eyebrows. He was much more clever at figuring things out then his older brother Aegon, which was very obvious in the short conversations I’d shared with the second born prince.

“You don’t deserve to know anything about me - it’s improper since I have already been wed off.” I sharply growled back with bared teeth.

Aemond gently kept a hold on my wrist speaking quietly with a shrug of his shoulders. “I do know some things. Not enough to build a life together but I suppose I must find a way inside your head if you won’t let me in on your own accord.”

“I’m done having this conversation with you.” I shoved him as much as I could, finally managing to free myself from his grasp. Sadly I only took two short steps forward before I felt arms wrapping around my waist and I was spun around before my nose brushed against his. “Ahh! A - Aemond.”

“Tell me you feel nothing for me and I will walk away.” He takes a step closer, nearly closing the entire gap between our bodies. He tilted my chin up with his freehand making me meet his gaze. He leans forward barely keeping his lips from mine.

“I only have feelings for my lord husband.” I gulped trying to come up with the right words to say to him.

Aemond narrowed his one good eye on me. “You’re lying. I know you don’t care for him.”

“I have no feelings for my husband so I must have feelings for you. Pfft that’s the most ridiculous defense I’ve ever heard.”

The young prince runs his thumb over the side of my face, a gentle manner compared to the rough side he usually showed everyone else around the court. “If you had no feelings for me you would’ve already come out and said it. You’re denying the question so I know you are lying.”

“You can spat off whatever you want, Aemond. It still doesn’t mean shit if it’s not true!”

“So you're saying you feel absolutely nothing when I do this.”

Knitting my brows together I didn’t understand what he meant by that until he pressed his lips passionately down onto mine. “Aemond, what are you meaning by-“

He tugged my flesh against his chest making me yank my wrist from his grasp, leaving my arms to have the ability to move freely. Resting my hands on his chest our eyes met when he rested his forehead against mine before harshly kissing me again. Leaning up on my toes I yanked the collar of his tunic bringing him forward deepening the kiss.

In an instant it was like a million flames were spreading through my entire body. An unknown fire or desire whatever you wish to call it. Certainly it was never something I had felt when I was forced to kiss Daemon.

Experience in the act may impress some ladies. But I’d rather chase this unchecked feeling.

Slowly wrapping my arms around his neck I broke the kiss reconnecting our lips in a fiery kiss. Aemond moaned into the kiss till we finally broke it needing to catch our breath unfortunately. “Lehna-“

“Don’t speak - just.” I leaned back on my toes, raising my hands up to hold his face in my hands. Scanning my eyes over the eye patch and scar on his lost eye. I wished things were easier then this, cause I knew I had to push him away. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I just can’t.”

Aemond called my name yet didn’t try to reach out and physically stop me this time. This time he simply watched me and my gown skirts disappear from his view once I rounded one of the large pillars entering the castle. “Lehna!”

Zooming through the castle hallways of the Red Keep and I didn’t stop till I reached Helaena’s bedchamber. Kicking opened the door with my foot the doors slammed against the wall and I shrieked, covering my eyes at the sight before me. “Laena - seven hells!”

“How dare you come in unannounced before the future king!” Aegon sharply took a step backwards from his position about to kiss his sister Helaena until I walked in and interrupted them.

I gulped nervously remembering this was common for the dragon family even if it wasn’t common for my direwolf family. “I’m sorry, my prince.”

“Tell your friend to knock next time, Helaena.” Aegon stomped past me slamming the door behind him after he had exited.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt - uh whatever that was.” I nervously spoke, finally meeting my friend’s gaze.

Helaena clasped her hands together crossing the room to be nearby. “He came in and told me our mother was planning on making us marry when the time comes after our father has passed. I am actually grateful you interrupted us. I didn’t wish to kiss him.”

“Maybe the Targaryen tradition will get broken for you.” I touched her shoulder gently and she sent me a smile before I told her the reason I had come inside her room so abruptly. “Laena, I have a favor to ask of you as my only friend.”

She takes my hands in her own. “What is it?”

“I need you to take me on your dragon somewhere out of King's Landing. I need to see someone I’ve heard rumors about throughout the castle.”

“Dreamfyre. Who must you need to see so desperately?” She asked me in a softly toned voice.

Blinking through some tears by mentioning his name I did my best to not think about Daemon at that moment. “I need to see the girl that was originally supposed to marry Daemon until my father sent in my name to your father. I need you to take me to see Rhea Royce.”

“I’ve never been out of the keep, Lehna.” Helaena nervously muttered showing me she was slightly worried.

Intertwining my hands with hers I sent her a half smile hoping she believed that I needed her help with this. I needed to talk with someone who got out of marrying the man I was wed to. “Helaena, please help me. I need to go talk with her and you’re the only person I trust to ask this favor of.”

Finally to my relief the princess nodded her head yes in agreement.

Hopefully she had some advice to give me.

I needed advice on whether or not I should ignore my feelings for the young prince or deny what I was feeling for the rest of my life.