#oc: daenys targaryen

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Exposed - Daenys and Tyland

It took me fucking forever, but I finally got something! Lmao, and all I needed to do was come at the prompt with Rhaenyra's POV. Go figure 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Red Keep was stifling. She was heir to the throne, and all anyone cared about was the round, screeching boy. He was one and barely weaned, and already everyone watched and waited to see if he would do something impressive to show her up–as if they didn't already think he was doing so just by managing to have the correct parts.

Was it not enough to have lost her mother and her best friend, perhaps more, in the same year? Did Rhaenyra have to be replaced as well? She exhaled hard through her nose, hands clenched into fists and lavender gaze hard as she trudged down the path in the gardens. So much for trying to relax and clear her mind.

“I should have just gone to the dragonpit,” Rhaenyra grumbled, “Syrax would take my mind off everything better than ‘taking in the air.’” She put on an exaggerated deep tone as her father’s blatant-dismissal-masquerading-as-concern played in her mind. He wasn't there to be upset about her mockery, but it still made her feel better.

She was about to turn back around and leave the gardens, to go find Ser Criston and have him escort her to the dragonpit atop Rhaenys's Hill, when rustling behind one of the hedgerows and the familiar, girlish giggle of her sister caught her attention. Rhaenyra's brows furrowed, and her posture straightened just a bit as she looked at the jostling leaves and the brief flash of pale purple skirts swishing in the small gap between the trees.

Daenys still cared about her, maybe she could offer some sort of balm for her mood. At the very least, her younger sister would have some frivolous worry to distract her with and could maybe serve as a flying companion. However, as Rhaenyra drew closer to the row of trees laden down with blossoms waiting to turn to fruit, Daenys's ridiculous giggling was interspersed with muffled moans and inaudible whispering.

Her nails dug into her palms, and she frowned. Daenys was a vapid idiot, of course it was only a matter of time before someone tried to take advantage of that now that their mother was not constantly watching over her. Rhaenyra walked faster now, protective anger bubbling up inside her as she rounded the hedgerow to discover her younger sister with her back against the trunk of one of the trees, fingers curled in Ser Tyland Lannister's ash blonde waves as he kissed her, his hands far too familiar and grabby.

“Ser Tyland!” Her sharp call of his name saw his eyes shoot open as he clumsily disentangled himself from the poor, empty-headed girl pressed against him. His cheeks were red, and there was panic in his dark green eyes.

“Princess, this isn’t what you think! We–”

“Oh, it isn’t? Well then, Ser Tyland, what am I looking at if not my father’s Master of Ships taking advantage of my sister’s loneliness at losing his predecessor’s daughter so that he can rise above his station while–” Her impassioned accusation was cut off by Daenys’s forlorn wail. Rhaenyra rushed to her sister, who was red faced with tears welling up in her eyes as she cried out and sobbed so loudly as to rival Aegon. She shot a pointed look at the Master of Ships, incensed with him but happy she had at least broken this up before it was too late for her younger sister. She wrapped her arms around Daenys, but when she tried to pull her close, she was shoved away.

Rhaenyra looked at her in disbelief, her mouth agape. Fat tears were rolling down Daenys's cheeks now, and her full lower lip trembled. She could not truly be so upset with her; it was Ser Tyland’s fault, Rhaenyra was trying to help! Surely Daenys had to understand. She had comforted Rhaenyra after what happened with Alicent, they’d said they loved each other in spite of their lack of closeness. Her sister could not be so naive!

“I thought you loved me!” Even though Daenys’s voice wavered from her hysterics, the words felt like they slapped Rhaenyra across the face.

“I…of course I do!” She snapped, hurt and angry, “That is why I am protecting you!” She would not lose her sister to the same thing that took Alicent, even if Daenys wanted to actually act on being the younger Lannister twin’s whore.

“I do not need protection!”

“You obviously do! I would not have my sister used to–”

“I am not being used!” Her tears started falling harder now, staining her flushed cheeks as she pointed at Ser Tyland Lannister, “I brought him here, this was my idea! Rhaenyra, I love him!” Her outstretched arm shook with the power of her desperate sobs, and her plea at being in love seemed to pierce the air like a knife. Without any hesitation, he went to Daenys’s side, and Rhaenyra’s younger sister crumpled against him like a paper flower caught in the rain. Her next wail was muffled as she buried her face into Ser Tyland’s chest, fingers desperately clutching at the gold trimmed edges of his emerald cloak.

His expression when he looked at Rhaenyra was awkward and apologetic, but it softened the moment he looked away from her. She barely paid attention as Ser Tyland soothed her sister, speaking gently as he smoothed the fluffy silver curls streaming down her back that had become mussed and filled with leaves when they kissed.

The righteous anger, burning hot and as uncontrollable as dragon flame, calmed to the feel of warm bathwater and melted out of her. Rhaenyra hadn’t been protecting her sister from the grasping, greedy hands of some man who would use her his pleasure and his advancement, she had been intruding. If she had been a boy this might have been them instead of Daenys and Ser Tyland Lannister, and she would not be replaced by the final vestige of her mother like she was by the court.

Daenys wailed again, and it felt like it crushed her heart. This was losing mother and Alicent all over again. When her younger sister finally lifted her head from his chest and looked at her, the hysterical sorrow in her watery eyes shifted as something even deeper flashed across Daenys’s face. She released her hold on Ser Tyland’s cloak and rushed to her, taking Rhaenyra’s soft cheeks in her hands as she used her thumbs to wipe the silent tears falling from her lavender eyes. She had not realized she had started crying too.

“Rhaenyra–”

“One of us should be happy, I suppose.”

“I do not want you to be upset! I just…” Daenys’s sentence trailed off as her gaze fell from where it had met Rhaenyra’s own, she did not let go of her face though. She was silent for a moment, lips pressed tightly together until she looked up again.

“I appreciate your intent. If I had not been the one to start everything, if Tyland was untrue with his intentions, I would hope that my elder sister would save me. You were always braver than I am, and you’re very quick witted. After everything it…it makes sense you were so upset, and that you wanted to help me.”

“But you don’t need it.” She replied, sullen and soft voiced.

“I will always need your help, Rhaenyra! And I shall gladly welcome it because I love you.”

Rhaenyra smiled softly as her younger sister finally released her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. Daenys did not want to replace her then. She was just…growing up and achieving the grandiose and oftentimes silly sounding dreams of romance she would moon about to Cassana Strong and Laena Velaryon after Rhaenyra grew bored with them.

She cut her eyes towards Ser Tyland, who smiled awkwardly and bowed his head as he clasped his hands behind his back. She supposed her sister could do worse. She could do better, but some crooked-nosed Lannister was not the most abysmal choice Daenys could have made. At least he showed some defference now that all of the moaning and fretting was done.

“Try to be a bit more careful, next time. If your affair is exposed again, it may not be someone so forgiving who finds you two.”

“Oh, we will, we will! I promise, Rhaenyra! And–and you aren’t going to tell anyone?!” A bright smile spread across Daenys’s face, and her lilac eyes sparkled with joy instead of tears. A single, bemused chuckle, soft as a breath, escaped Rhaenyra as she plucked a leaf from her sister’s hair.

She spun the leaf in her fingers, working the stem back and forth a few times before dropping it to the ground. “I would spare the court the details of how shameless and no doubt disgustingly sugary you two are.”

Daenys gushed her thanks, no doubt swooning and dramatically gesticulating as Rhaenyra took a few steps forward, closing some of the distance between herself and Ser Tyland Lannister. She brought her hands behind her back, hands clasped together as the Master of Ships bowed and offered his own gratitude at the heir’s generous forgiveness and promised discretion. When Rhaenyra spoke again, her voice was low so that only the man before her would hear her words.

“My sister is incredibly fragile, Ser. Keep that in mind so that you do not hurt her in any way, because if you do it is not His Grace or the kingsguard you need to be wary of. I imagine dragon fire hurts worse than being gelded.”

Ser Tyland’s face was unreadable as he responded, and his voice was unexpectedly even, “Daenys will continue to see nothing but the utmost gentleness and care, princess. She deserves nothing but my best.” His dark green eyes drifted to look past her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Daenys picking leaves out of her hair. Her sister looked utterly ridiculous, fussing and pouting and flouncing about in a haze of swishing purple and gold, but when Rhaenyra looked back at Ser Tyland his expression was so utterly enamored that it almost made her want to pantomime retching.

“Good day, Ser Tyland.”

“Princess Rhaenyra.” He bowed as she breezed past him. Whatever Daenys and her man got up to after she left was not her business, at least not right now. For the moment, Rhaenyra was content knowing that at least her sister had not replaced her, nor was she trying to leave her behind. Being trusted with secrets and the promise of love not lost was a satisfactory assurance of allyship. It was better than what some people had given her.

[damn-daemon]

In the Wake of Dreams A House of the Dragon fanfiction

Much like her namesake, Daenys dreamed, but where her ancestor’s nightmares took House Targaryen away from Valyria, hers were beckoning her home. Her heart yearned for the shadow and ruin beyond the sea, and the call of a voice filled with the promise of destiny. 

But as the eldest daughter of King Viserys and Queen Alicent, there are duties to perform, of knitting and dancing and entertaining old lords twice her age. She cares little for these things. What she cares for are the dragons of their household, of her father’s replica of Old Valyria, of their evenings poring over the histories of their name and people, of late nights spent with her twin, Helaena, as they attempt to decipher their strange world together. 

When Alicent suggests marriage to her brother, Aegon, Daenys finally rebels. She could barely tolerate her brother in passing; she would not tolerate him in matrimony. On dragonback, she escaped her gilded cage, disappearing into the night.

The histories would say she returned wreathed in shadow, a young woman aged by the horrors she had seen, riding a black terror spawned in the heart of the Doom. Daenys would claim that was when she truly awakened, and saw before her the reason House Targaryen survived the destruction of their homeland, and her true duty in this world: to stop the darkness before it swallowed the light. 

[kingsroad]

The eight children of Viserys Targaryen and Vhaena Targaryen. Each of them were born between the years 97 AC to 110 AC. Only Rhaelys, Elayna, and Aenys survived the Dance of the Dragons that threatened to wipe out every one of Vhaena’s beloved children — one by being a kinslayer, one by betraying them all, and one by turning craven.

[jorocks30]

Masquerade | Dressed as Daenys the Dreamer

[icarusignite]

An Eye for an Eye Masterlist

Aemond Targaryen x OC! Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen

- An eye for an eye: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 / 29 / 30 / 31 / 32 / 33 / 34

Daenys Velaryon-Targaryen is the oldest child of Rhaenyra and Laenor Velaryon, but she shares the same true lineage as her brothers Jacaerys, Lucerys, and Joffrey. Having grown up beside Aemond Targaryen, she has become a friend, a companion, and eventually a beloved wife to him. But when the man she loves commits an unforgivable crime, she must choose between her beloved and her family.

Oneshots:

- The proposal: 1 / 2 / 3

Daenys and Aemond see each other once again after not being in contact for years. Do the childhood friends recognize each other and can they help unite their two families before blood is spilled. Where King Viserys offers his favourite granddaughter's hand in marriage to his second born son. Rhaenyra and Daemon need convincing and Alicent reminds them of strengthening family bonds.

- Incandescent 

Aemond and Daenys are newlyweds here, just some wholesome fun with Helaena's kids. Aemond is hopelessly in love with his wife’s laughter.

- Trust Falls

Aemond joins Daenys and her brothers for an afternoon of kite-making and tree-climbing shenanigans.

I'll be adding various other headcanons and oneshots soon.

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[mortalfaerie]

a compelling offer (pt. 1)

aemond targaryen x velaryon (strong) oc

summary: during the banquet between their families, aemond both incites a fight and makes a shocking proposal

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Aemond bristled watching Jacaerys lead Heleana out to the floor to dance. Though he had long shelved his hope that he would wed her and not Aegon, he felt a white hot spike of jealousy at the suggestion that someone else should show interest in her, too. He glanced furtively around the table, before landing on his niece - Daenys.

The younger twin of the eldest strong bastard by a few minutes, she shared the same distinctly non-Targaryen coloring of her brothers. Brown curling hair matched brown eyes, lowered towards the table as she intently dissected a bread roll. Her pink lower lip was between her teeth as she did, as though her task was of exceptional delicacy and importance. Aemond made up his mind, and rose from his seat.

"Lady Daenys, neice," he said, schooling the harshness out of his voice. "Will you dance?"

She looked quizzically at him for a moment, her gaze drifting to her mother across the table. Though he didn't look, Rhaenyra's response must have been in the affirmative, since Daenys cautiously rose and took his hand.

"Of course, my prince," she demured.

Daenys was a head shorter than Aemond, but he was taller than even his elder brother, so this was not unusual. She didn't meet his eye as he led her to the floor, and he couldn't parce out if she was imitating a maidenly shyness, or if she was genuinely nervous. When they stood, hands clasped in the first position, she raised her head to meet his gaze, and there was a determination in her gaze. He had to chew on his cheek not to smirk at the sight.

After a few steps, he moved to brush beside her in the dance and said, "Tell me, neice, did your mother employ a dance instructor at Dragonstone?"

Daenys' hand grazed his in the next movement and she replied, "Yes, certainly both Baela and I required tutelage - I was not the only young lady there."

"No, you have brothers abound. It is a shame that you and your youngest brothers don't share more a likeness." He commented, and watched her stiffen and raise her head higher as the comment landed.

"They say the blood of the Valeman is strong, and so it must be if I am the spitting image of my great aunt, Jeyne Arryn." She returned, and Aemond swore mentally - it was a solid response, and not one he could dissect without outright calling her a bastard. Still, his pride got the best of him, and before he could think better he found himself saying, "And are you quite as Strong as a Valeman, Lady Daenys?"

His statement had been louder than intended, and the dancing pairs ceased around them as they gawked.

Color rose in Daenys' cheeks as she picked her chin up and said with surprising venom, "I would pit my will against any man's, your grace."

It took all of three seconds from the moment the words left her mouth, to the point that Jacaerys Velaryon's fist collided with his face.

"Jace!" Daenys shrieked, and grabbed her brother's arm only to be shook off as he advanced on Aemond.

"Listen well, uncle. It is one thing to insult my honor, and that of my brother - it is another thing entirely to insult the honor of my sister." Jacaerys bit out, grabbing a fistful of Aemond's doublet.

Commotion was unfolding in the room around them, as guards closed in and parents yelled, rising from their seats.

"Jacaerys!" Daenys yelled, more angered this time, and Aemond grinned as Jace flinched at her tone.

"It would appear your sister is the more Strong of the three of you, nephew." He said, and saw Lucerys spring forward from his seat to join the fray as Daenys grabbed her twin's arm and dug in her heels to stop him from hitting Aemond again.

With the distance set between them, Aemond stumbled back and collided with the breastplate of Criston Cole's armor. He rubbed his jaw, absently, and looked as his mother flocked to his side. She babbled, worrying over his face, but his gaze drifted back to Daenys - her face red as she shifted her twin to be restrained by Lucerys, she huffed and looked back at him with blazing eyes.

Her mother stood behind her, staring at him with distrustful eyes. Daemon Targaryen, hand on the fabled sword, Dark Sister - had his gaze fixed on Criston.

"-This banquet was meant to heal the rift between our families, Aemond!" he heard his mother chastise, her grip a vice on his arm. As he looked back at Daenys again, an idea popped into his head.

"Sister," he said, looking to Rhaenyra. "The Lady Daenys Velaryon is yet unattached, is she not?"

"That is none of you business, you-" Jacaerys spat, before Baela strategically clamped a hand over his mouth to prevent further insult.

Rhaenyra studied him. "That is correct."

Aemond hummed, then said with conviction, "Wed her to me."

A hush briefly fell over the group, soon overthrown by many voices overlapping each other in mixed confusion, objection, and shock. He saw Rhaena take Daenys' hand and plant a foot ahead of her, as though she would form a barrier between them. For her part, disbelief read plainly on Daenys' face.

Amidst the voices, one was intentionally pitched to be heard over the others. "You must admit, it is a compelling offer," the Lord Hand said, planting himself in front of Aemond. "It would unify two branches of the house in matrimony - and certainly the King would rejoice in such a union."

Rhaenyra was stoic as she replied, "My husband and I will have to discuss such an offer in private, and so we wish to retire with our children for the night, Lord Hand."

With that, she nodded to her children, who begrudgingly filed behind her out of the hall. Aemond allowed his gaze to follow Daenys to the door, where she looked over her shoulder at him - confused, angry, and somewhat imploring - before she disappeared.

"What sort of stunt did you intend to pull with that, Aemond?" his mother chided, incredulous.

"No stunt, mother," he said, gaze lingering on the door. "I made up my mind - I will have Daenys Velaryon to wife."

[chic-beyond-the-wall]

What Princess Daeny Targaryen would wear

October 25th

[ashley-jones]

Daughter of Fire and Blood

When Rheanrya and Daemon Targaryen return to Kings landing, they return with 3 new children, and one still laying in the womb. The oldest of the purebloods children is Deany Targaryen, only at the age of 13 years old with 2 dragons standing behind her ready to protect her with one word. Aemond takes an interest in his niece, using his ability of manipulation to force his mother to make her his betrothed, but her parents and half brothers are fond of this attempt.

Warnings: cursing, blood, dragons, sexism, incest (Targaryens pure blood lines), sexual assault, touching without permission, protective Daemon, death, fire

"Kingslanding looks daoru. Have so described kepa." (Kingslanding looks nothing as you described father.) Deany spoke up as she stood directly by her father, right behind her mother, Jace, and Luke. "Se Lannister's emagin pryjatan ziry issa jorrāelagon." (The Lannister's have destroyed it my love..) Deamon quietly replied to his daughter.

"Deany. I want you to stay as close to your father or brothers while we are here. I do not trust Alicent's sons." her mother quietly ordered. "Of course mother." Deany simply replied. Deamon pressed lightly on her lower back having her move forward through the halls of Kingslanding. The family took in the religious relics, the silence almost deafening, making her uncomfortable in her own skin.

Soons Rheanrya and Deamon where separated from their oldest 3, despite Deany wanting to stay by her father's side, she soon gave in and followed her half brothers towards the training grounds. She just followed behind, this was her first time every being in Kingslanding, and only knew what she was told.

"Shit.. Aemond and Aegon." Jace muttered. Deany looked at her half brothers, then towards the two boys he motioned, her purple eyes watching the two Targaryens. "I believe we should go then." Luke whispered. "I think we should go to the dragon pit." Deany spoke up with a cheeky smile which made her brothers roll their eyes smiling.

They where ready to give in and follow her request, but Aemond spoke up calling out to his nephews. "Hello nephews, leaving so soon?" he called towards them. Luke pulled Deany back and by his side holding onto her arm, while they both watched Jace step forward glaring at the one eyed boy. "Jace.. I wish to go the dragon Pitt." Deany spoke up, attempting to rid of the tension.

Aemond's gaze moved away from Jace, now looking directly at the female. Her hair was as white as snow, tied back into beautiful braids, and running down her back ending just above her waist. Eyes glistening purple, skin pale and dressed in a black and red dragon scaled gown. She screamed pure blooded Targaryen, a dragons daughter, a girl with tire dragons blood and fire running through her veins.

Deany hated the way he looked at her, arm twisting from her brothers grasp and escaping his gaze by leaving the training grounds, and moving back inside the castle. She felt sick, scared, and u comfortable all at the same time. Her heels clicked as she moved away from the entrance, not really paying much attention, or well not knowing where anything was and running straight into her father. Stumbling slightly, and would have fallen if her father arm wouldn't have shot out and caught her by the waist.

"Easy jorrāelagon." (Easy love.) he softly spoke in his natural tongue. Aemond came walking back inside, his nephews following after him with angered expressions. "My you run quick niece." he spoke up. "Kepa." Deany spoke up ushing behind her father. Deamon looked directly at Aemond, expression cold and hard. "Am I not allowed to meet my niece? You've been gone for 13 years uncle, and bring a beauty back and don't introduce her." Aemond spoke cockily.

"Jimagon join aōha muñnykeā issa byka zaldrīzes." (Go join your mother my little dragon." Deamon ordered gently. He could feel her small hand leave his back and leave instantly, following his order without question. "Your father is on his last breath, least you boys can do is be respectful to his blood." Deamon coldly spoke, then turning and joining after his daughter.

Deamon entered his brothers chambers with his daughter in front of him. He ordered the medics to leave, and had Deany wait outside the curtain til he knew his brother was okay to meet her. "Brother, it is me Deamon." Deamon softly spoke towards his brother. "D-Deamon.." Viserys whispered, looking up at him with his one eye. "Yes. I have someone else that you may want to meet." he softly spoke.

He made a come here motion with his hand to which Deany quickly obeyed walking through the curtain and walking towards her father. His arm wrapped around her waist protectively while fixing her hair with the other. "Brother. This is Deany, the oldest daughter of me and Rheanrya." Deamon spoke. "Hello grandfather." Deany softly spoke. "Deany.." Viserys whispered. He reached his hand up touching her cheek, looking at her with admiration and love. "Such a beautiful girl, just like your mother." he whispered. "Thank you grandfather, you quite handsome yourself my king." she softly replied with a kind smile.

Her compliment made the king smile, thumb still tracing her cheek. Then slowly he lowered it when Alicent walked in, coming to a stop looking at the two visitors. Deany bowed her head to the queen, while Deamon slowly ushered her from the curtain area.

"Can we go dragon riding before turning in for the night?" Deany quietly questioned. Her father looked down at her, then lifting his head laughing softly. "I don't think your mother will approve at such a late hour daughter." he teased. "Since when where you one to follow rules?" she pushed. "You've stuck around me far too much." he muttered with a deep chuckle. "So dragon riding before bed?" she whispered. "I would love to my little dragon, but that would be unfair to your brothers. Now come on, let's get you to bed." he softly spoke.

Watching Viserys walk down the stairs and towards the iron throne had everyone silent. Otto hightower stepped from the throne, joining his daughter as Viserys slowly made his way up the stairs. He crown fell as he stumbled, Deamon quick to join him and help him to the throne, then lifting the crown placing it back on his brothers head.

Deamon walked back down the steps joining his family, bringing Deany to stand right back in front of him, and beside Rheanrya with Luke and Jace on either side of them. "I do not understand why we are having appeals! The only one that has the right to appeal is Rhaenys Targaryen of Valerian!" Viserys called out to his family. Rhaenys stepped forward announcing that her granddaughter s will be betrothed to Luke and Jace.

Vaemond didn't take this information fairly and stepped forward looking directly at the king. "You cannot stand as king and allow these two to become kings of all 7 kingdoms!" he yelled. He was outraged turning to the Targaryen family watching them, and they watched back. "Say it." Daemon spoke. "Her children are BASTARDS!" he yelled, echoing through the hall. Deany and her mother flinched at the outrage. "And she is a whore." he whispered.

Viserys stood up shakily, pulling his knife from his side gripping it. "I... Will have.. your tongue." he growled. Deamon left his daughter, hand lightly skimming through her hair pulling dark sister from her sheath, and moving behind Vaemond, and with one good strike his head was slices in half, body slumping to the floor with a this, panting the stone floor crimson.

Deany watched as the crimson blood poured from the body, staining the floor, then looking up at her father in surprise and admiration. "He can keep his tongue." he spoke with a smirk present on his features. He lifted dark sister and walking back to his daughter, pushing a loose strand of white from his face and pushing it back to perfection. He slowly turned her head from the scene, thumb lightly pressing into her cheek keeping her from looking back.

Aemond looked up from the body, staring directly at the Targaryen princess. He smirked looking over towards his mother who was already looking at him, then at the daughter of Daemon and Rheanrya, and idea flowing through her tempered mind. She stepped forward looking up at her husband. "To align our families, I believe Aemond and Deany Targaryen should marry, betrothed to one another to bring the peace back to the house of Kingslanding." she spoke up.

Deany head turned so quickly watching with eyes wide. "W-what?" she whispered. "Kepa!" she gasped. She looked up at her father pleading for him to say something, his knuckles turning pearl white as he gripping dark sister that was already craving more blood.

Deany stepped back before quickly turning and escaping the hall. "Go with sister." Rheanrya ordered her son's. Jace and Luke where quick to obey, following after their sister. "It will only be best for the family Rheanrya." Alicent softly. "For yours, or for mine?" the heir growled. "Yours is my family princess." Alicent whispered.

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Deany pulled the chains loose of both of her dragons, Mexes and Soliston, each of them following after her as she stepped back and out of the dragon Pitts. She climbed aboard of Mexes, who crawled and flew up into the sky, Soliston following after, each letting out loud roars that echoed in the skies.

Deamon came rushing out looking up watching his daughter and her dragons. Mexes was nearly as large as Vhagar, even at such a young age. She grew up with both dragons, they bonded with her before she could even climb on them.

"Dracarys!" Deany yelled. Both blew fire into the sky, Mexes flying up and going straight through the flames. It didn't burn her, nor even feel hot against her skin, proving her blood pure. Deamon watched her smiling like a proud father, Jace and Luke watching in amazement of her complete control over the beasts.

Letting go of the harness she leaned back the air flowing through her hair, pushing the braids from their ties, smile pushing across her perfect features. She loved the way the flames pricked and pulled at her skin, but never once breaking it or scaring it, the way it left stains of ash on her, but showered her in protection and love. Moving from the flames Mexes made her way down circling her brothers and father then landing lowering his shoulder allowing her to step off gracefully.

Daemon watched her, then moved forward hands cupping her cheeks wiping ash from the pale skin. He hugged her tightly, her arms moving around his torso holding onto him, head pressed into his bicep. "There will be no marriage I promise." he whispered into her hair. "This kingdom will be burned to ash before that could even think to happen." he muttered. "And you will be the one who will mitter the word." she whispered. "That's right." he growled.

Come dinner was a slight disaster, Deany was forced to sit between Aegon and Aemond requested by the queen. She felt uncomfortable, hand pressed into her lap against her black dragon scaled dress, her silver dragon wrapped necklace shined brightly in the candle light, her hair tied into a braided bun with not one loose strand.

She flinched when Aemond's hand moved onto her thigh, purple eyes lowering refusing to ruin the peaceful moment for the sake of her family. So when Aemond pulled her gown up and bunched it above his arm til his hand could shove between her thighs, she gasped grabbing at the table. Deamon's head shot up looking directly at his daughter. Her hand was shaking, her grip tight on the table, knuckles turning pure white. Jace's chair flew back before Deamon could stand, Aemond moving his hand away acting as though he did nothing wrong.

Deany felt so uncomfortable, almost felt like crying but refused to let herself do so. "Are you alright granddaughter?" Viserys softly asked. Deany was staring down at her lap, head turning looking at Aemond who was staring back at her with a slight smirk. Then she looked back at Alicent who was watched her with a cold expression. "I.. I will accept your proposal of marrying Aemond Targaryen my queen.." she spoke up. Her voice was shaky, fearful, and unsure.

"What?" her parents and brothers whispered.

"You are truly a blessing Princess, this will bring our family closer than ever before." Alicent spoke with a darkened smile. Purple eyes moved over towards her father looking at him. "I'm not doing it for your family my queen. I'm doing it for mine. You will have no power with this marriage, as the daughter of the true heir of the throne, he will be nothing but a consort for the throne." Deany spoke. "That is why you made the suggestion correct?" she questioned. Alicent quickly turned her head towards her father, panic filling her gaze.

Deany pushed her chair out and stood up bowing, then turning and walking away. "Fire and Blood." she whispered to Deamon who smirked looking at Rheanrya.

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The Dreamer and the Defiant

Before the Doom, before the lady Daenys foretold the destruction destined for her home and fled with her family, before the great topless towers of Valyria were built, before even the ancient magic of Valyria bound dragon to man, there was a song. A song so old, it was sung by those who had not yet written, in a language now lost. 

This song, called “The Lovesick One”, was about a young sheepherder girl who loves another, and it brings to her destruction. The protagonist, who is never named, watches her lover, a girl called Aeril, marry and leave her. These doings leave the protagonist in ruin until she can no longer take it; she walks into the pits upon the Fourteen Flames, becoming one with the fires which later bore dragons. The song ends with Aeril herself doing the same, eternally returning to her lost love.

Aegona had always felt a kinship to The Nameless Girl. Felt the sorrow the fires around Valyria held, the hopelessness within the molten rock. She always felt connected with the mountains surrounding her homeland, bound to the fires that birthed her nation’s success. At just seven-and-ten, Aegona Daezgygar was a promising young woman of Valyria. She was the rider of the formidable dragon Pryjagis, a determined stateswoman, and fiercely loyal friend. The second child of the powerful Raeon Daezgygar and his lady-wife Syrax Belaerys, she was highly educated and regarded with pride by her father. That is, until she grew independent and strayed from her Valyrian traditions, from her father's plans for her.

Daenys Targaryen, the youngest child of Aenar Targaryen, had always felt different. The only girl in her household, she had always known what was expected of her. Like wed her brother Gaemon, and to blindly support him and their father no matter what. What she had always wanted, however, was someone to blindly support her. Daenys had been plagued with visions of the future since birth, scaring her into a lonely, simple life. Dragonless, she had spent most of her youth in the ancient and sprawling libraries of Valyria instead of flying over it on dragonback. That is, until she met Aegona. Daenys Targaryen and Aegona Daezgygar became inseparable at three-and-ten, spending all their available time with each other. Aegona would take Daenys all over the Valyrian Freehold on her dragon Pryjagis, and Daenys would recant for hours the hundreds of stories she had ever read to her friend. Then, tragedy struck.

This is where this story begins.

Set in 115 BC, thirteen years before the Doom, comes this imagined story of love between the famous Dragon Dreamer, Daenys, and a long forgotten Valyrian girl, Aegona.

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Chapter 1

“You cannot do this, Father. I will not do this!” Aegona recoiled at her father’s demand. The gall of him. She had already given up her political ambitions at his behest, had stopped riding to preserve his strong image, had relinquished her position on the Council in favor of her weak brother. She refused to wed for him.

“I can and you shall! I will not allow you to bring any more dishonor upon us.”

Sitting in the great hall of Goldstone, the holding of the noble family of Daezgygar in the city of Valyria, Aegona faced her father. Next to her at the dragonstone table, seated amongst the dozens of blood marble chairs in the roofless hall flanked with dragon skulls and made of magnificent purple-and-blue arches, were her brother, Vhaelor, and her sister, Alaesys.

“Father, why may I not be wed to Alaesys alone? We together shall continue our pure and noble line. I do not need Aegona.” Vhaelor was the epitome of Valyrian pride. He was a gorgeous man of three-and-twenty, with flowing white-gold hair, deep purple eyes, and skin so unblemished and pale it was almost translucent. Alaesys, too.

Despite being twins, Aegona and Alaesys looked far from similar. Where Alaesys looked like Vhaelor, like their parents, Aegona boasted shoulder-length silver-gray hair, green eyes, and a surprisingly boring face when compared to her siblings. Vhaelor had always preferred her sister to her, primarily due to Aegona’s lack of Valyrian looks.

“Alaesys is a worthy bride indeed who shall fulfill you, yes. You will continue our line. But you will wed Aegona. What will others say if Aegona remains unbound? If not even her own brother will take her?” Raeon Daezgygar was a ruthless, fearless man of the Lords Freeholder of Valyria, being one of the wealthiest men in the entire Freehold. He owned hundreds of gold mines across the peninsula, deep underneath the Fourteen Flames; he controlled with three other families almost a tenth of Valyria’s wealth, and almost twenty-thousand slaves.

Despite his age of five-and-fifty, Raeon looked to be as young as his children. The noble Daezgygars had practiced sorcery and blood magic since they herded sheep instead of gold, and upon its members it shone brightly.

Aegona stood, pounding her fists on the table. Alaesys and Vhaelor flinched, yet Raeon remained still. He turned his head slowly to his daughter, menacing. She glared at her father. “They shall say nothing. I will take to the skies and prove my worth as a dragonlord. I shall fly upon Pryjagis to war, bring glory to Valyria like Uncle Maeron. I will not be tamed upon a marriage bed. Least of all Vhaelor’s.” She believed Vhaelor to be an arrogant, brainless sot who knew not how to think for himself. Just like their father.

Raeon leapt from his chair, sending a magical gust to his daughter. Flung to the ground, pinned upon the glass floor by an invisible force, Aegona thrashed, screaming in frustration. Raeon walked over to her, kneeling. The golden fire in his eyes was cold. Terrifying.

“I will kill that beast for how you speak to me, then you shall be bound here forever. You will be tamed, and it will be by Vhaelor. You shall sit wed before the year is over. If you flee, so help me gods, I will hunt you down myself.”

Aegona grinned at him, taunting. “Hunt me with what, Father? You shall find me flying above the Narrow Sea while you sit upon, what? A mule?” she spat in his face.

Raeon’s mount, the ancient and monstrous she-dragon Leriod, had recently taken ill and would soon be dead. Raeon had barred the women of his household from riding their dragons, for fear of public opinion. He could not have his daughters and wife riding fearsome beasts while he sat emasculated in his keep, bound to a horse.

He growled, raising his hand to strike.

“Father, do not do this. By giving her your energy, you are giving into her,” Vhaelor said from behind him, his face expressionless.

Raeon turned his head to look at his heir, then back down at his daughter. “You are lucky your brother has sense. Next time, you shall not be so lucky.” Standing, he walked back to his seat at the head of the table. Finally released, Aegona also stood, looking to her siblings. Their hands were clasped together upon the table.

“This is it, then? You shall sit here while he plays you like pawns upon a board?”

It was Alaesys who spoke now, her voice as soft as the snows that fell in the infamous Lands of Always Winter. “That is enough, Aegona. Please do not be difficult about this. Marriage shall not be so bad.”

Aegona scoffed. “‘Difficult’? Is that what we are to call a woman having an opinion in the matters of her own life? Fine. Sit here and take this, but I will not.” She did not wait to hear their responses. Bounding out of the great hall, Aegona sent a gust of hot wind behind her, slamming the carved doors as she exited.

Goldstone was an immense building, a feat of architecture older than Valyria itself. With walls of arches, floors of glass, halls lined with sculptures of the great members of the Daezgygar dynasty, carved from the gold of their mines, it was magnificent. The fires upon the walls, contained within intricate dragonstone cauldrons, were golden and kept alight by the sorcery thick in the air.

There were five towers of Goldstone surrounding the main keep, named after the great founders of the family. To the north, Gael; to the east, Aeragon; to the west, Jahaer; to the south, Vhagar; and to the south-east, across a bleak and sorrowful wooden bridge that was scarcely crossed, stood Laerys, with a roof of dark dragonstone that swallowed even dragonflame that stood stark against the other towers’ golden.

Gael, Aeragon, Jahaer, Vhagar, and Laerys were siblings, children of sheepherders that had discovered dragons only generations before, who lived in poverty amongst the Fourteen Flames. One day, as they were bringing an offering of sheep to their dragons among the smoldering pits, they discovered something. Within the caves where the dragons nested was gold, waiting for someone to discover it, begging to be released from its stone prison.

After chipping all the gold they could from the cave opening, amassing more wealth than anyone in their village, they were hungry still. Aeragon and Jahaer, worrying for the safety of themselves and their sisters Gael and Vhagar, sent their youngest sibling, Laerys, into the hot depths of the cave to find more. Beneath the burning lava of the Mother Mountains, something horrible had happened. Laerys did not return. His siblings waited for weeks at the cave mouth, yet he did not emerge.

Years went by, and with no sign of the young man, they moved on. By this time, the family had mastered the use of indentured servitude to mine their gold. They adopted the name “Daezgygar”, meaning “Those of Golden Wool” in the Old Tongue. They had become kings in their own right, had given their blood to the gods for prosperity and promise.

After twenty years, the holding of Goldstone was built. Each sibling, Gael and Aeragon now wed along with Jahaer and Vhagar, built a tower in their honor. They had discovered gold. They had mastered an efficient way to harvest it. They had curried the favor of the gods. What they had not managed, however, was to tame the dragon. They yet remained unridden, unbound by men. That is, until day five of the eleventh month of year twenty-two of Laerys’s absence.

That morning, as the sun rose above the horizon, a monstrous roar shook the world. The walls of the newly-completed Goldstone rocked with such force that the wooden roofs fell and the towers almost toppled. Gael, Aeragon, Jahaer, and Vhagar fled to the ground from their stories-tall keep, wrought with terror. As they reached the ground, a shadow enveloped them. Looking up, they saw the impossible. Above them, riding a ghastly beast thought untameable, was a man.

Laerys Daezgygar touched down upon hundreds of screaming men, women, and children atop the conglomerate of mines, grinning widely at his siblings. He looked as young as he did the day he vanished-- younger even. He wore naught but the torn cotton robe he had when he entered that cave, but gods did he look ever so different. Gone was his brown hair, his olive skin, his green eyes. He now boasted a head of long white hair, not that of age but of some unnatural power; his skin was a white so bright it seemed he had been poured of liquid sun. His eyes had become a purple of the lavender flowers in the north, with a mystical fire burning within. His face looked the same, but somehow shone with a beauty so radiant it could have stopped even the gods in their tracks.

“Miss me?” His voice had not changed, but somehow it had. The sound was the same, but there was something within. Something magical.

Within the caves, after he could not find his way out, Laerys had lay dying in the intense heat below the volcanoes of his homeland. He was come upon by a nesting she-dragon, who took him into her clutch. He became one with the family, the formidable beast he now rode being his mother. With her own milk she nursed him from the brink, with her magic fire she bathed him. Over the years, he learned their language, the mysterious one later known as High Valyrian. The magic of the caves, the dragons themselves, entered his very cells and became a part of him, turning him from a man. Turning him into something… other.

Aegona’s chambers were in Laerys. Before she became the thorn in her father’s side, she resided in Gael with Alaesys, the biggest tower. But then Gryr happened, and she was shunned to the bleak tower made for the familial outlier. Alas, she had to make room for her brother to take her place at her sister’s side.

She and Alaesys had always been close. From birth, they were inseparable. Riding their dragons together, Bantagon and Pryjagis. Running and laughing amongst the Great Flames of the Gods while they were meant to be praying. Playing in the ancient libraries when meant to be reading. They were the best of friends, and Aegona was happy. Then her sister matured, blossoming into a great beauty while Aegona retained a boyish figure, flat where her twin’s curved. Vhaelor had never cared too much about his sisters, least of all Aegona. He had always proved impartial at best, tending to avoid the laughing girls. Yet when Alaesys became a woman, he made up his mind.

Vhaelor and Alaesys had not left each other’s sides since, begging their father to allow their pairing. Raeon was apprehensive, having always meant the elder Aegona to wed his heir. Then she ruined herself, as he would say, and he gave in to Vhaelor. They were to be wed before the end of the month, and if Raeon had his way, the wedding would have two brides.

Aegona walked hurriedly to her chambers, angry heat radiating from her. If her father would not heed her, she would show him the same courtesy. Coming to the swaying bridge, she stopped midway to her tower. As she grasped the rope railing, she took the horn hanging from her neck in her hands. Aegona would show the great Raeon Daezgygar that she was destined to be greater than he would ever be. Blowing into the ancient dragonhorn, she beckoned her beast.

Pryjagis was a menacing creature of old. He had been old when her grandfather had claimed him, having fought the harpy of the Ghiscari centuries ago. Pryjagis boasted scales of blues of all shades, with horns the black of night. His flame was a magnificent orange with swirls of yellow and red, almost as bright as the sun. Alaesys rode the sister of Pryjagis, born from the same clutch all those years ago. Bantagon had scales of orange, red, and yellow, horns of white what had yellowed with age, and a flame of dark blue with streaks of black. Aegona missed riding with her sister dearly. As children, she dreamt that they would ride alongside one another to war, bringing glory to their homeland. That was before she saw the truth of the world.

Pryjagis landed atop Laerys with a roar, greeting his rider. The sun shone on him, revealing his whole beauty.

“Hello, handsome.” Aegona walked to him, climbing upon his saddle and grabbing the reins. There was only one person she wished to see at this moment, and she knew exactly where she would be. “To the libraries, Pryjagis.” To Daenys Targaryen.

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Thank you for reading! I (stupidly) got into a car accident yesterday and had time to finish this. All artwork belongs to me; I used AI to bring this story to life. Chapter two, which will focus on Daenys, will ideally be up in a week or two, if anyone actually reads this and cares. Have a great day!

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Daenys Targaryen • Lion Amongst Dragons (pre major timeskip of HOTD)

Born 89 AC in Casterly Rock. Declared daughter of Viserys Targaryen and his close friend Cierra Lannister, who died in childbirth shortly. Though born a bastard the royal family loved her as their own and was never treated differently. Daenys grew fond of Queen Aemma, barely leaving her side even in her teenage years. Even with a said reclusive personality, the princess has always been close to her younger sister, Rhaenyra.

Most suspected Daenys is no Targaryen and her "birth" was only a political move by the Lannisters, the rumors were further strengthen when she wasn't able to claim any dragon until adulthood.

Before the major events of the Dance, she lived a fairly well and peaceful life as a trained fighter and knight. She stayed behind on King's Landing upon her father remarrying, her sister and uncle starting families on their own. She won't partake on any marriages or partnerships, instead Daenys spent most of her time with her large family or in battles for conflict.

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OC challenge with my ASOIAF OCs + me (kinda)

In order we have:

Abigail Lannister, Tywin's sleep paralysis demon.

Visery Targaryen, Rhaenyra's feral leash child.

Flower Darling, house Stark's resident stray.

Royona Clegane, always turning a bline eye to her brothers' atrocities. (Slowly becoming my fave)

Daeny Targaryen, flashiest person in King's Landing since 153 AC.

And me, hates drawing myself so i didn't try.

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👀 Tyland x Daenys - New Chapter

"It is less exciting than I thought it would be being publicly married," Daenys whispered, giggling in spite of her words, "I sort of miss the intrigue of when it was secret."

"Cloak-and-dagger has its place, but I don't miss it being part of us. I will enjoy not having to look over my shoulder before I kiss you."

She snorted softly, but kissed him on the cheek anyway. It was nice knowing that people would stop bringing up Jason, who didn't see half of what Tyland did. He was as vapid as everyone thought she was!

"I suppose you make a point. Since we are publicly married now, I will not have to worry about some harlot throwing herself at what is mine."

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Lord Aenar Targaryen and his wives.

The first Lord and Ladies of Dragonstone.

First Generation, on record of House Targaryen.

Daenys and Gaemon are up next.

(i’m never drawing again /j) Probably won’t post again until monday or tuesday.

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do you think you could tell us about vhaena and viserys' kids, what theyre like, what they do in the dance etc? there r a lot of them so if u just wanna tell us about your favorites that works too!

thank you so much for this! i can't tell you how delighted i am to know that people are interested in their many, many children. this... got pretty long because i’m so excited to talk about them, lmfao. this is so fucking long and so fucking sad, i’m sorry.

alyssa lannister is the eldest by only a few minutes. she, along with her brother aenar, were born on dragonstone in 97 AC, six years before viserys became king. the people were concerned when they heard that she’d begun her labors, considering she’d only been married for seven months and they worried about how early the babes seemed to be coming.

they were both healthy and remained so for all of their relatively short lives. where alyssa was an enthusiastic horseman & dragonrider like her mother, aenar was a lush, eager to spend his days lounging around at court with a pretty girl or boy around to listen to him tell tall tales.

viserys hoped to wed them, but both he and his wife knew that the lannisters would never allow it, so by the time they were both fifteen, they were betrothed to loyal houses to be married in the interim.

rhaelys came third in 100 AC -- born with silver hair and one milky eye. he was a clumsy child, which is something he never truly grew out of. but he was also incredibly smart and loved learning about the history of the seven kingdoms rather than clinging to the subject of old valyria like so many targaryens before him.

he was a gem at court, even though his brother sought to outshine him at every corner. the older men and women of houses both failing and flourishing, the scholars brought to the capital from every corner of the known world, the maesters both ancient and fresh from oldtown — they all loved him for his interest in their stories.

the first of their children to truly distance themselves from the life they had to offer her was daenys. born in 101 AC, she was a quiet, sullen child almost from birth. the fact  that she rarely cried made both vhaena and viserys dote on her, worrying for their daughter’s health after the strange matter of rhaelys’s defect.

she was healthy, for the most part, but simply quiet. not shy, not simple, but quiet. with age, that quietness flourished into a frank and observant nature that often got her into a great deal of trouble. that said, while viserys refused to name any of their children as his favorite, daenys was the one he spent most of his time with.

maeron was the last of vhaena’s children born under the guise of lannister blood, though none of them were anything but viserys’s. he came about in 104 AC, just before the tourney celebrating viserys’s accession to king. he was a hearty child, always bloodying his knees in the courtyard or pushing around boys twice his size and sometimes managing to get the upper hand.

the kingsguard called him little fang due to his biting nature and the way he gnashed his teeth while training. he hated the nickname.

vhaena and viserys did not have another child until 108 AC, once vhaena returned from two years abroad following her divorce from jason lannister. this time, she did not take a husband. she was not named as viserys’s mistress, either, and was notoriously vague about the parentage of her final three children.

elayna targaryen was the child born in 108 AC, and she was raised alongside helaena almost like a sister. they were not overly similar in terms of personality, but their close ages kept them in step with each other. they were cousins, after all.

while daenys was quiet and observant, elayna was merely observant. her intelligence sparkled, as did her charisma. bards wrote songs about the delicate little knife she was said to carry around with her, the hilt inlaid with pearls as her mother often wore. if any of their children was meant for dark work, it was the sweet-faced elayna, what with her obvious talent for deception.

but where elayna was a dagger, alora was a warhammer. even from a young age, the girl showed her interest in combat as openly as she could, and as she shot up taller than both rhaenyra and alicent’s children to the same six feet as her mother, she proved that she could handle anything they threw at her.

it was no surprise when alora ended up spawning a vicious rivalry between herself and aegon targaryen, who loathed being so routinely bested by a girl. she was brazen and bold -- exactly the maiden her mother wished she could have been. or, rather, the maiden vhaena was beyond closed doors, with those she trusted.

the last of their children was a son — aenys. he was born late in 110 AC, one of two children that vhaena carried to term and thought to be healthy.  but where one of them was indeed a strong babe, the other was stillborn, and the birth was extremely difficult on vhaena. the maester warned her that she should not risk having more children, and after the events that stole aemma from him, viserys agreed that this would be their last.

aenys was her sweetheart, and for once, a doting mother did not develop an ignorant or annoying son. the boy was impossibly kind and loved animals from an early age, though his dragon’s egg never hatched. he brought to the family an almost endless amount of optimism and light, and all of his siblings loved him.

events of the dance of the dragons.

aenar was the first to come to trouble following aegon’s crowning, as he had remained in king’s landing even when his mother and siblings fled to dragonstone. not only did he feel — foolishly — that alicent would not consider him a threat, but life at court was his raison d'être. being without it felt like cutting off a limb.

he was thrown into the dungeon in the belly of the red keep and left to rot, barely kept alive with water and scraps for the better part of a year.

but while aenar was the first to come to trouble, alyssa was the first of viserys and vhaena’s eight children to die. desperate to have her brother back with them, she took it upon herself to return to king’s landing.

after all, she was not noticeably targaryen like her other siblings with her dirty blonde hair. she dressed herself in rags and covered her face and used every trick she’d ever learned to get into the dungeon. not that those tricks  were enough to keep her alive when guards set upon her with swords. she was run through and left behind for the rats, thought to be no more than a cutpurse.

aenar died some months later, when the existence of viserys targaryen’s firstborn son was all but forgotten in the midst of all the chaos. the glittering gem of the realm died of dehydration, mere meters from where his sister had been killed, unknown to him.

with one brother jailed and one sister missing, the six remaining siblings remained relatively well and alive for years. maeron became one of daemon’s closely kept secrets, along with his she-dragon — ironhide — who was said to breathe black fire, like his father’s balerion. little fang proved to have a nasty bite, and he is part of the reason the castellan of harrenhal bent the knee to daemon and joined the blacks.

while elayna and daenys joined their cousins and other members of the blacks in the efforts towards bringing more lords to their cause, rhaelys remained at dragonstone, keeping aenar and alyssa’s dragons healthy, though he still did not have one of his own. it was alora who took to aenar’s dragon, tyrhai, and proved a terror for it.

after years bonded to the rather ineffectual aenar, tyrhai relished the opportunity to be ridden by someone with blood on the mind.

the next to die was daenys.

while traveling through the riverlands, she lingered for the night in claypool to rest after a long flight with her young dragon, still unnamed even after so many years and only referred to as darling by daenys herself. it was there that she found herself at odds with aemond and his men.

she truly had no chance, even with darling close at hand. the dragon was easily done away with -- a net thrown over its slender body and its throat slit by soldiers, and the soft-spoken princess was killed as unceremoniously with a sword through her belly.

ser criston cole found her body amongst other corpses just outside of claypool, sat up against the blackened belly of an apple tree in her bloodied silver dress. darling’s corpse was curled around the tree’s trunk and its head was placed carefully into her lap, as if daenys was hoping to comfort her even after death.

sometime between daenys’s death and the next of her family, elayna was taken hostage and brought to oldtown for questioning.

maeron fell shortly after, but not in the way anyone would have expected such a valiant fighter to perish.

a month before the events at tumbleton, he caught rhaelys slipping something into their mother’s cup. his elder brother had long-since taken care of vhaena, given how torn up with grief and mourning the woman was at the loss of her love and  her children. she had not cried in some time, however. not spoken. it was that night when maeron discovered why.

rhaelys was using medicine as a way to keep her docile, using the methods she’d so often used to help their father with his pain. the ones rhaelys used on her, however, were dangerous things, often mixed into poisons in greater amounts.

when maeron attacked him, rhaelys did all he could to survive the encounter. rather than fighting back, he grasped a handful of powdered greycap and shoved it into his brother’s mouth, using his superior size to pin his younger brother to the ground and force him to swallow enough to kill him.

then, ashamed of himself and his desperation to survive, rhaelys fled dragonstone.

alora returned to the island following a letter from her mother. she was needed, vhaena said, grief-stricken still and recovering from the sudden throes of detoxification from years of being nursed small doses of poison by her son. “bring my strong girl back home.”

there, vhaena kept alora and aenys for as long as she could, until the rage inside of her furious daughter broke free, and she took to the sky with tyrhai again, this time turning her attention towards aemond at harrenhal. she hated leaving her mother, but at the same time, she needed to fight. her blood sang for it.

so, with only aenys left to her, vhaena remained at dragonstone... for  only a month more.

when aegon ii and lord larys turned their sights towards dragonstone and the remaining targaryens, vhaena could no longer stay. she knew that she could no longer stay. day and night for nearly a week, she scoured the castle looking for aenys. she cried out to him for hours and hours, until her throat was bloody and raw, and she never found him.

the morning she took goldenlyre and left dragonstone was also the morning vhaena died. not to aegon and sunfyre, not to his soldiers, not to larys, but to the cannibal, knocked from the air and devoured for breakfast.

aenys survived because he hid. he survived everything because he was a slip of a thing and afraid, no matter how much his mother’s fearful howling for him broke his heart.

thankfully, alora never learned of how her mother died or how her brother hid like a coward until he could run someplace safe. she was killed before the ravens could reach her -- shot down from tyrhai’s back just over the god’s eye. while her dragon survived, she did not. there was no surviving that fall.

it was said that elayna laughed when news finally reached her, with tears like pearls in her eyes. much was said about all of them that didn’t turn out to be true, but that most of all. she did not laugh when she heard the news, nor did she cry.

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An Eye for an Eye (part 2)

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /  5 / 6 / 7 / Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: I speedran this chapter in a day so might be a little clunky. I also finally watched episode 10 today and let's just say it was not good for my already declining mental health lol. I have started reading the book though so this will be a multipart series. Anyways enjoy :)

This fic is also available on AO3

Word count:  2112

Aemond was awoken by the sound of the door creaking open. He blinked slowly and surveyed his surroundings. He remembered carrying his wife to bed the night before, so he must have fallen asleep afterwards. His knees were folded beneath him on the floor and his head lay on his sleeping wife. He also seemed to be holding one of her hands, and her other had somehow found its way to rest in his hair. Aemond closed his eyes, wanting to savour the moment a bit longer. She must have unconsciously reached for him because he was sure she wouldn't want to be near him if she was awake. 

He finally found enough resolve to get up and untangle her fingers from his hair. He lay both of her hands folded on her stomach and tucked the blankets around her. Her face had a pinched look of anguish, a permanent frown etched onto her face even as she slumbered. He brushed her hair away from her face and brushed a kiss to her forehead in farewell. Then, he turned towards the intruder at the door who had awakened him. 

"The queen is requesting your presence at the breakfast table, my prince," said the maid standing there, eyes downcast. 

"Ah yes, I'll be there shortly."

"Yes, Prince Aemond."

"Also, when she wakes up, make sure she eats something, please," Aemond cast one last forlorn look back at Daenys's sleeping form before he left. 

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Tension was thick in the air when Aemond arrived for breakfast. Aegon looked like he was nursing a hangover, and his mother looked absolutely exhausted. His grandsire on the hand looked satisfied with himself. His gaze met Aemond's as he sat down. 

"Ah, I have been meaning to speak to you. About your duties as a prince," Otto Hightower said conspiratorially, leaning his head towards Aemond. 

"Yes grandsire," Aemond stated gruffly, in no mood for any more of Otto’s schemes at the moment. 

"You must think of siring children with that wife of yours now. In fact, time is of the essence, the sooner the better."

Aemond choked on his drink and spluttered, "Siring what?"

"Children. You must bind her to you and that is the surest way. She would not even think of leaving with your babe in her womb. Raising a child without a father is near impossible and she would not be allowed to leave with a prince's son within her."

"Are you insane? Why would you even speak of such things? Her brother just died? How could you even think about such a thing at this time?" Aemond exclaimed indignantly.

"Don't pretend to play a sympathetic husband dear boy. After all, it was you who killed her brother. It is precisely why I am speaking of such things. The murder of Lucerys Velaryon means war and you know it. If Daenys were to join her mother, it would be very troublesome for us. Her dragon Silverwing is one of the old ones, you know that. It could very well turn the tide against us," Otto sneered. 

Aemond felt sick. His wife was falling apart and his grandsire wished for him to trap her with a child. He could not do that to her. As cruel as she thought him, he would not prove her right in that. A part of him wondered though, if she would indeed leave. She would have left the day Aegon was crowned if not for Otto and the Queen keeping her under lockdown. Aemond had deluded himself into thinking that these past few days she had stayed for him; that she had not put up more resistance because a part of her too could not bear to leave him. He wondered if his actions had destroyed the last dregs of affection she held for him. 

"I cannot do that grandsire. I am not that depraved. And besides, she loathes me. She would slit my throat if I touched her."

Otto scoffed, "Whoever said she had to be a willing partner. Don't be daft boy."

Aegon laughed from across the table.

"It seems that my brother has not yet discovered the pleasure of an unwilling bedmate. Not to worry dear brother, you will have plenty of time to learn. Wives are not always willing to the tastes of their lord husbands, he winked at Helaena, who abruptly got up from her seat beside him and hurried away. 

Alicent slammed her hand on the table.

"Enough!" she hissed, "we will not have such talk at the table. Let us all have our meal in peace so that we can get on with our day."

Otto harumphed, shaking his head in anger.

"You will see that I warned you when that wench runs away. You cannot keep her here under lock and key forever. She is Rhaenyra's daughter. Do you really think she'll stay? She might have deluded herself into loving you during times of peace, but you really think she will stay with the man who murdered her brother?"

Aemond stood up abruptly. He bowed his head at his mother and then begrudgingly at his brother, before storming away to practice his sparring. He was too full of energy these days and he didn't know what to do with himself. Perhaps this was why he had indulged himself and chased his nephew back at Storm's End. A decision that had cost him everything it seemed. 

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On his way back from sparring practice, Aemond was surprised to see his mother in front of his room. Perhaps she was here to see how Daenys was faring. Perhaps Daenys would allow herself to be comforted by her. Aemond knew Alicent had grown to love her like a daughter, even if it had started for him initially. 

"Mother? Are you here to see Daenys?" Aemond smiled at his her.

Alicent face registered momentary panic before she wiped it away so fast that Aemond thought he must have imagined it.

"Yes, yes I'm here to see Daenys. The poor girl hasn't eaten since yesterday," Alicent smiled gently.

"That's good," Aemond hesitated, "and uh...if you could mother, would you please tell her I didn't mean it. She hates me now and I don't know what to do. I cannot bear it."

Aemond looked at her beseechingly and Alicent's heart clenched. She had never seen her son look this heartbroken. Except maybe for when he used to cry about his brother and nephews teasing him about not having a dragon. Daenys used to stick up for him back then too. It was unsavoury business, all of this. If it could be helped, Alicent wanted to avoid excessive bloodshed. She had hoped that Rhaenyra would accept the terms she and Aegon had laid out and she had even believed that in honour of their childhood friendship, she may have accepted. She didn't think that anymore though. What was done was done.

"Yes, my darling boy. I shall try. But give her space to grieve. That boy was most precious to her," Alicent placed her hand on Aemond's cheek.

"Oh and mother, what's that in your hand? Is that a letter?" Aemond's eye finally caught sight of the wrinkled envelope his mother was holding. It had Rhaenyra and Daenys's names on it. 

"Oh, this? This is nothing. Nothing of significance, don't worry about it," Alicent tried to wave away his concern.

"Mother..." Aemond warned.

"Fine, it is a letter from Rhaenyra to Daenys. It is unimportant. I have read it and it will only upset her more," Alicent snapped. 

"Mother! You're reading her letters!"

"There's going to be a war Aemond. Stop being foolish. Your childish behaviour has already cost us a lot. It is important her letters are screened for information!"

"So then, what have you found? What great battle plans have you unearthed in the letter?"

Alicent eyes strayed to the floor, "This one does not contain any. But she should not see this. It will bring her more pain. You do not want to hurt her more do you?"

"It does not matter. We should give it to her either way. I know for a fact that it would hurt her more if she knew we were keeping her mother's letters from her," Aemond argued.

"Fine. Give it to her. See how she reacts and don't say I didn't want you," Alicent scorned. "You do know that all these little things you insist on doing for her will not endear you to her. Not anymore. I know you love her, and I do too, but we must now think of protecting Aegon's crown. Your duty is to your family, keep that in mind."

After he watched Alicent walk away, Aemond eventually turned his attention back to his room's door. He had wanted to come to see if she was awake, but now that he was here, he wasn't sure how to approach her. He cracked the door open and prepared himself for when she told him to leave. He was, however, greeted by a much different scene. Helaena was seated on the bed crosslegged, and Daenys sat in front of her. Helaena was brushing out Daenys's hair and humming something Aemond recognized as a tune from their childhood. It seemed that neither of them had noticed his entrance and so he held his breath and stilled himself, not wanting to disturb the fragile peace that had settled over the room. It was nice to see Daenys allowing herself to be comforted, even if she wouldn't let him near her. She had, at last, stopped crying, although Aemond could still see fresh tear stains on her face. Her eyes were closed and she leaned into Helaena's touch as she tenderly braided the strands away from her face. When she was done, Daenys leaned back into her. Aemond's heart cracked when she started crying again, but Helaena wrapped her arms around her and held her tight. They had always been the best of friends, and Aemond was glad to see that her vexation with the rest of his family hadn't spoiled Daenys's friendship with Helaena. 

Eventually, Helaena's eyes fell on him and she smiled. Aemond's expression begged her to stay silent about his presence, but it was to no avail. Her whole face lit up and she lifted her arm from Daenys's shoulder to wave at him. 

"Brother! Are you here to see Daenys?" Helaena waved him over. 

Aemond shifted uncomfortably, unsure if he should approach the two girls. Daenys's eyes turned cold when she caught sight of him and she turned her face away. He shuffled closer and sat on the edge of the bed, keeping his eyes on his sister as she chattered on about her latest interests. Daenys remained with her face buried in Helaena's neck and her arms wrapped around her, sniffling quietly. Helaena stroked her hair while she talked, almost absent-mindedly. After a while though, he felt Daenys's gaze on him, silently observing. When he turned to meet her eye, she dropped her gaze to the letter clutched in hand. Helaena took that as her cue to leave, pressing a kiss to Daenys's cheek before she said goodbye. Daenys even managed to crack a small smile for her in farewell. Aemond swallowed thickly. He hadn't seen her smile in the past two days and he had forgotten how much he missed the sight of it. 

Left alone, at last, the peaceful air of the room vanished. Daenys's eyes hardened once again when she turned back to Aemond. 

"There is a letter for you, from your mother," Aemond spoke first, to break the awkward silence. 

Daenys wordlessly took the letter from his hand, careful to not let their fingers brush even slightly. If she noticed that the letter had already been opened, she didn't say, instead choosing to turn her face away. However, the more she read, the more distressed she seemed to become. Her hands gripped the paper's edge and tears started spilling down her cheeks with renewed vigour. When at last she finished, she dropped the letter, pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms. Soft sobs wracked her frame as she tried to silence the sound of her cries. 

"What’s wrong? What did the letter say? Are you alright!" Aemond reached for her, before thinking better of it and pulling his hands back. 

"It's dated two days ago!" she wailed, by way of explanation.

Aemond's curiosity got the better of him and he picked up the discarded letter. As he read it over, his jaw tensed and a knot formed in the pit of his stomach.