#rhaegar targaryen fanfic

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From the Ashes Pt.2

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, implied/referenced Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings:none

Words:3669

Summary: In some ways, Jaime was grateful for all that had happened to lead the both of them to where they were now. All these months Jaime got to know, really know, (y/n). Under Rhaegar’s affections and love, (y/n) had flourished. She really wasn’t a mouse anymore. 

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Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

Moments like this, Jaime just wanted to gather (y/n) in his arms and hold her tightly to his chest as she slept so deeply.

During their travels they found it easier to sleep next to each other. When they had to bunker down for the night, especially when they were out in the open, it was safer for (y/n) to be curled up right against him. Which led to plenty of temptations to tantalize Jaime’s mind.

(y/n) was facing him as she slept. Her skin having taken a darker hue from exposure to the sun which then dusted freckles on her nose and cheeks. She looked so much better than she had when they had left Westeros. Weak and withering away, having to lean on Jaime for support, now (y/n) was stronger. Her face had filled back up as she grew out of her sickness from the poison. Once Jaime saw she was indeed getting better he knew he had to teach her to protect herself. As much as Jaime wanted to be the one to protect her, he knew that that wasn’t practical. He couldn’t always be by her side. In an unfamiliar place like Essos, it was a good thing for (y/n) to know how to fight. Not liking the idea very much, it had to be done. Loud voices from the other tenants at the inn made (y/n) stir in her sleep, her heart shaped lips puckering and her eyebrows furrowing. Jaime grins and runs his finger along her cheek. Her face relaxes as she goes back to sleep. They had to leave soon. How could he wake her up though?

In some ways, Jaime was grateful for all that had happened to lead the both of them to where they were now. All these months Jaime got to know, really know, (y/n). Under Rhaegar’s affections and love, (y/n) had flourished. She really wasn’t a mouse anymore. She was incredibly witty, able to banter Jaime fiercely. Smart and calculating and wary, oh so wary. She really had grown up into a remarkable young lady. It wouldn’t be fair to compare his sisters, yet from time to time Jaime would do so. Compare how (y/n) was quick to laugh and smile while Cersei hardly laughed at all. (y/n)’s humor was a smart kind, Cersei’s was condescending. Like night and day.

Cersei. . .

Jaime rolls onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. The floorboards creaked from the residents up above, a few dust particles slowly fluttering down with each loud creak of the wood.

He missed her. Flaws and all he missed Cersei. It was hard not to. After all they had been through together, Jaime couldn’t just forget about her. When he was alone with his thoughts he wondered what she was doing, if she was okay.

Tywin probably married her off by now. To Oberyn Martell possibly if what he had planned actually played out. The thought of the Dornish prince touching his twin made the insides of his stomach rot. She had been despicable in her treatment of (y/n) and Tyrion, but he still loved her greatly.

Jaime ran a hand over his face. It didn’t do well to think of things that he had no control over. He was thousands of miles away in Essos. Not that he regretted taking (y/n) to another land for her safety. He would do it again and again if it meant keeping her safe. Failing to keep her safe in their childhood, Jaime refused to let that happen again. (y/n) still held the scars from when she needed him most. He couldn’t let her down again. That was why he was all too willing to help her escape. It was only the event of the fire that had Thalina’s words ringing true in Jaime’s head. She wasn’t safe. For whatever reason (y/n) just seemed to attract danger in Westeros. More than anything, Jaime traveled to Essos for answers as to why Thalina was so fervent that his sister be taken to Volantis. Thalina had claimed she was important, but Jaime already knew that. (y/n) was important to him not because she was his sister or even because she would be the future queen of the seven kingdoms. She was important to him because of the deep well of love that he held for her. But why was she important to the Red Temple of Volantis? From passing through many of the eastern cities, there were plenty of Red Temples for them to stop at.

What was it about the foreign city of Volantis?

* Never in your life had you lived so far away from Casterly Rock. Even though the people there were cold and manipulating it was still your home. Memories of your mother were filled in every corner; moments of when your Uncle Kevan would put you up on his shoulders, him commenting quite often that you were like a little doll.

When Rhaegar issued you as his bride-to-be, it was decided that you would be moved to the fortress of Dragonstone. The ancient home of the Targaryens, the seat from which Aegon and his sisters hailed from. You were terrified in the beginning, especially being escorted from the ship and up the long way to the castle that appeared carved out of stone itself. Chiseled by the hand of a giant perhaps. Not a friend in the world you cried the first few nights. Dragonstone was much more colder than Casterly Rock and lacked the physical warmth of your old home. Rhaegar had spent the first couple of days with you to try and help you adjust to your new surroundings. During the day it was an adventure as he held your hand and showed you around the home of his ancestors. You especially loved the Chamber of the Painted Table. In the center was a massive table that possessed a carved and painted map of all of Westeros. You couldn’t believe that someone had painstakingly made a detailed map of all of the Seven Kingdoms. Rhaegar had even lifted you up so that you could get a better look at the inland cities.

Night time was different though. Rhaegar would retire and you would be left utterly alone in your stone room that you would live in for the next couple of years. After four days spent there, Rhaegar informed you with regret that he had to return to King’s Landing.

What would you do without your only friend? Lessons from the septas and maesters thankfully filled your days and kept you occupied.

One month in and you were visited by Queen Rhaella herself, alongside her was a bright eyed and smiling maid.

“My son is concerned that you might be lonely here.” Rhaella smiles and introduces your new handmaid.

Thalina.

She leans down a little bit to better make eye contact with you. Thalina was a lovely young lady with fair skin and eyes that almost shimmered gold. Light brown hair was swept out of her face and pulled into a long braid. “Hello little princess. I made something for you.”

In her hands was a cloth bundle. She pulled back one corner of the canvas cloth to reveal three dragons carved from wood. One of them stood out from the others; it was larger and painted black.

You smiled with glee realizing who it was. “Balerion!”

“Very good!” Thalina chirped happily and picked up a cream colored dragon. “And this one?”

“Meraxes.” You had loved stories of dragons. They were such amazing creatures.

It was such a shame that dragons had been extinct for decades. * Your stay in Myr was up, you and Jaime having stayed long enough the two of you had to be on your way. Moving from city to city had become easier for you after you and Jaime had arrived in Essos. There was no real home for you anymore. Not until you made it to Volantis like Thalina had instructed. Never before had you seen so much of the world. At least in that regard you were thankful to whoever had tried to kill you. In almost a year you and Jaime had traveled from Braavos along the coast to where you now were. A year of sight seeing and being introduced to all the strange languages that couldn’t be heard in Westeros. You had stared up at the titan that stood watch in front of Braavos, crossed the vast ancient hill of the Andals, to the beautiful city of Pentos where you saw men with blue beards and bazaars that put any market in Westeros to shame. The experience was made more fun with Jaime by your side. In all of your life, you had never spent that much time with your older brother. His time had been monopolized by Cersei and his fervent desire to be a knight.

Being nearly killed was practically the best thing that had happened to you.

Almost. . .

As you help Jaime load up your horse, you can’t help the image of your dragon prince popping into your head and remembering that you used to carry his child in your belly. The horse flicks its tail in your face bringing you back to your new reality. You sigh and pat it gently on its flank.

Jaime is tightening the leather straps, making sure the bags on the horse’s back wouldn’t slip or fall. Noticing the bare flesh on his bicep bulge as he did so. You had thought he was a man grown when you left Westeros, what did that make him now? A god among men? He still kept his face shaven though which revealed how young he was despite the skill he possessed with a blade. Jaime had fought sellswords and pirates, honing that skill and making it far better than it was before.

This journey had been good for the both of you.

The weather was agreeable that day to where you didn’t have to bother with a headscarf and shawl to protect you from the sun. From one of the bags you grab a rolled up piece of parchment. Unfurling it revealed a map of Essos.

“So from here we just make a trip down to the Orange Shore.” Your finger trails down the map, along the lines where rivers intersected. That’s the area you wanted to avoid. “Out of the way of The Sorrows.”

“Not unless you want to join the stone men.” Jaime comments with one last tug to the leather straps. Satisfied, he walks around to where you stood examining the map. “From what the tavern dwellers and merchants have told me, they say there’s a curse upon that land.”

“Do you believe it?”

With a confident smile, Jaime shakes his head. “No. The only curse that resides there is within the poor souls inflicted with greyscale.” An index finger moves alongside your own, his traveling to a small place near the end of the Rhyone river called Volon Therys. “We’ll rest here before finding a boat that can take us the rest of the way to Volantis.”

Grinning at the progress you had made, you roll the map back up. “We’re getting closer!”

He nods and takes hold of the horse’s reins. “Closer to some answers.”

That was Jaime’s main drive through all of this. Answers as to how Thalina could have been so correct about your own doom. You knew your brother didn’t much believe in superstitious things or even those along the lines of supernatural. This puzzled him to no end. The humor in it was not lost to you. It was hilarious how serious Jaime was. Then again the circumstances were serious. He was still rattled over the two attempts on your life. Concerned as well, you weren’t as hung up on what had happened in the past. You were free. Freer than you had ever been. True that there were a lot more rougher groups in Essos, you had a good teacher in handling with the likes of them. Not once were you fearful as to what would happen to you.

It was unnerving though, walking through the crowd of Myr and seeing people with chains around their necks. Some even had tattoos on their faces to distinguish their ranks. This wasn’t a free city. Many were enslaved.

Many times you caught the gaze of men, their eyes sizing up your golden Lannister hair. They could sell you for a good price. Those kinds of gazes made a shiver run up your spine.

“You sure I shouldn’t dye my hair before we leave?” You say self-consciously.

“We’ve gone this far without doing that. Besides, your hair is too beautiful to dye.” Jaime glances at you with a smile, his shoulders bumping against several other passersby who were in a hurry.

Suddenly Jaime’s expression drops, green eyes harden as he seems to quicken his pace; the horse alongside makes you pick up speed. Once you’re at his side, cheeks red, Jaime grabs your hand and lowers his voice. “There’s someone following us.”

You wanted to look back but you knew better than to do that. Keeping your mind at ease was the only way to quiet your rapidly beating heart. “What do we do?”

The line of his jaw is clenched as his eyes dart here and there. With a crowd like this and noise to cover your conversation it would be easy to find a way out. “You see that stall selling dried peppers?”

“Yes.”

“Looks like you can turn into a side street. Head over there.”

“By myself?” You glance at him incredulously.

Reassurance is warm in his gaze. “Trust me.”

And you did. You trusted Jaime with your life.

With a quick nod, you fast walk over to where Jaime had told you, the dry peppers from the stall next door made your nose tingle.

Indeed the turn led into an alley with a dead end. Above you were open windows leading into someone’s home. There was no way for you to escape unless you grew wings to fly away.

Your ears pick up the sound of boots enter the alley. Swiftly you turn around, hand at the pommel of your sword. You would finally be able to test your skills. It was one thing to train, another when an actual threat came along.

The figure already had his blade out, garbed in armor as if he was a soldier. Face hard and pockmarked, there was no emotion as he looked at you.

No words were exchanged as he charged at you. Pure instinct drilled into you by Jaime, you drew your sword.

Suddenly a blade through his neck has the man stopping, blood rushing out of his mouth. His voice is gurgled as he lurches forward, sliding off of Jaime’s sword and face first into the ground. Jaime glares at the man as he puts his sword away, blood still staining the steel blade.

“You okay?” Jaime asks you as he kneels down next to the body and started to search the corpse.

“I-I’m fine but what are you doing?” It was all exhaled out in a long breath. Adrenaline was still kicking in your system.

“Just want to know who this fella was.” He easily answers you. His hand pulls out a small coin purse. “Well this shouldn’t go to waste.”

“You’re robbing him?!”

“He just tried to kill you (y/n).” The fact of the matter that he had just killed someone didn’t phase your brother at all. “Come on, lets get out of this city.”

You stared at your would-be killer as you pass him.

“You’ve been quiet since we left Myr.” Your brother points out as you both made camp for the night.

Not exactly true, you had spoken a few words to Jaime here and there when needed. Other than that you didn’t find a need to talk. Being honest with yourself though, you were still traumatized having witnessed Jaime kill that man right in front of you. That moment reminded you that Jaime was a trained killer. It still didn’t change the fact though that you had seen someone die before your eyes.

He lets out a quiet sigh and sits down on the ground, head tilted up to admire the vast blanket of stars. “If I hadn’t done it, you would’ve had to. And you’re not ready to have someone’s blood on your hands.”

You look down at your own hands, small and callused; but they weren’t the hands of someone capable of killing. Even if it was to save your own life. “I know. I’m sorry. It was just really shocking to me. . . I’ve never seen someone die like that.”

Jaime nods. “Yeah, probably could’ve done that in a smoother way but I was angry. That guy had targeted you. Whether to kill you, rob you, or kidnap you to sell you into slavery doesn’t matter to me. Anyone who looks at my sister the wrong way has to deal with me.”

He was your savior yet again. Your knight without armor. “Thank you Jaime. I know in the end you’re just looking out for me.” You offer him a smile to let him know that you understood why he did the things he did. * He couldn’t tell her the truth. She was too sweet for that and it would scare her to death.

Absentmindedly, Jaime pats the coin purse he had taken from the assassin. He wasn’t the first one Jaime had sniffed out and most likely wouldn’t be the last. All together since their arrival in Braavos there had been a total of four assassins. Each one dispatched by Jaime. The first time Jaime thought it was just some cut throat, probably thinking that (y/n) was a wealthy traveler. Jaime made quick work of that one and his sister was none the wiser that she had almost been attacked. The second time around, Jaime knew it wasn’t random thugs. These were sent assassins. From the money that was in their pockets he was paid by someone in Westeros. He hadn’t pieced together who though despite there being an obvious candidate for it. King Aerys was the most likely culprit. Deep down though, there came another answer that Jaime didn’t even want to think about.

Cersei.

She may have been young, but she was brutal when people slighted her. Utterly cruel to even her playmates when she was young. And Cersei, Jaime was certain, wanted (y/n) to be gone. That had always been clear since the day she was born. Now Cersei had more of a reason to want (y/n) dead. She knew of Jaime’s affections for their younger sister, an affection that was ready to bloom into desire. Cersei was never one to lose. Jaime was the last thing she would ever relinquish to anyone. She had lost Rhaegar to (y/n) and now her twin. That voice inside of him was screaming that it was Cersei. He knew her better than anyone else. Knew what she was really capable of. That was what made Jaime fearful. He didn’t want (y/n) to share in his fear. She was so happy just to be traveling the world with him. Carefree and so curious, he wanted her to keep that and not be fearful of every corner. Jaime had already caused her enough fear in her young life. He wanted his little sister to stay starry-eyed and oblivious to the people that wanted her dead.

That was the least he could do for her. One thing that nagged him though was how Cersei knew (y/n) was still alive. From the ashes of (y/n)'s old room, many must have assumed rightfully that she had perished along with Thalina. Everyone in Westeros would expect her to be dead. So how would Cersei know differently?

“What do you think the Red Temple is like?” (y/n) wonders out loud as she relaxes on the ground. “We should have visited the one in Myr.”

(y/n) didn’t seem as curious as Jaime was as to why Thalina wanted his sister delivered to the Red Temple of Volantis. “(y/n), what do you know of the religion they practice?”

She grows quiet and contemplative. “Thalina told me of Azor Ahai, their prophet. He works for the Lord of Light to defend the realm from the calamity that they call the Long Night."

Jaime can’t contain his scoff. “That sounds like the kind of story our nurse maid would have told us.”

His sister didn’t seem so convinced that it was just a story. In her make-shift cot, (y/n) sits up. Eyes pensive, her tongue brushing along her bottom lip. “What if it isn’t though? Thousands of people believe that one day Azor Ahai will come back and stop the Long Night.” She blushes from embarrassment when she realized what she had said in the heat of the moment. “Er. . . sorry. Guess that was silly of me. It’s just. . . there’s been so many coincidences that revolve around this. Things I just can’t place as a coincidence anymore.” Her voice grows distant, Jaime unable to read her thoughts as she gazes out to the vast land.

No, Jaime had to agree that it wasn’t a coincidence either. There was something in this strange land that was calling for (y/n). (y/n) was meant to be here.

“No. I don’t think that’s silly at all. Maybe because I don’t have much faith in any kind of religion. Not even in the Seven.” He admits quietly. During his lessons with the septons he had easily gotten bored, zoning out and wishing he could be outside practicing his swordplay. How would the gods help with that? They were of no use to Jaime. “But I don’t think it’s silly. So don’t apologize.”

There was such joy in her face.

Jaime was certain that he’d be willing to die for that face.

[justice4harwin]

um I don't know if you even remember me but this was 4-5 years back when you wrote The Other Woman (WHICH I STILL READ TO THIS DAY FYI) but I was your mutual and you and me and Misha had a group too?!!? kajdnsmsks it's been a long ass time I don't even remember half the stuff but yeah good fun times :') also I READ YOUR RHAEGAR AND Y/N FANFIC I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE WE HAVE THE SAME SHIPS yk I used to obsess over Rhaegar and Lyanna like crazyyyy back in the day (the same period when you worked on TOW) so yeah just wanted to give all my love, for being a cool ass mutual friend, looking forward to the next chapter of The Gentle Wolf xx

Hi! Of course I remember (not everything tho cause my memory is shit lol and it only gets worse)!!

Hope you're doing ok!

Thanks so much for your kind words!!! They really do mean a lot!!!

Here, just cause you're dope, a little sneak peek:

He took his seat again.

"Please, we are to be married soon. You may use my name."

He was looking her in the eyes again.

"Then I should ask the same in return."

They smiled at each other, finally beginning to feel at ease.

"But your name is a mouthful." Lyanna spoke from her seat next to their father, who gave her a glare.

Melantha turned a cold stare upon her sister, feeling embarrassed, although she was unsure as to why.

Lyanna looked bored in her blue dress as she stabbed her food, eyes dancing around the room.

"I think it's a fine name, fit for a fine princess." Rhaegar spoke in her favor quickly, shooting Lyanna the briefest of smiles, not breaking eye contact.

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꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝑇𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑎𝑟𝑦𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑒𝑛 𝑥 𝑆𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

♡ㅤ𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶ㅤ۫ㅤ𝅄ೀ

— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐, 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑹 ─ ♕ . ♡𝆬

She was his queen, his one true love, A goddess in his eyes, sent from above. Her smile, her voice, her every move, He adored her deeply, his heart did prove. With every breath, he praised her name, For she was more than just a mere dame. Her beauty, her radiance, her soul so pure, Made his heart skip a beat, that was for sure. He treated her like a precious gem, For she was the one who completed him. Her love was a divine blessing, A gift that his heart would always be confessing. His love for her was like a burning flame, That never seemed to flicker or be tamed. He would go to any lengths to see her smile, For her happiness was what made his life worthwhile. He built monuments in her honor, For she was his queen, his forever love and lover. He wrote her love letters, filled with poetic words, Expressing his love for her, like beautiful birds. The people of the kingdoms marveled in awe, As they witnessed the king's love for his queen, raw. They envied the love they shared, so pure and true, For it was a love that only a chosen few could pursue. He showered her with gifts, sparkling and rare, For her, he would conquer any fear or dare. For she was his everything, his heart did sing, He would give anything to see her happy and gleaming. In her presence, he felt like a mere mortal, For she was a goddess, in his eyes, immortal. He promised to love and cherish her till eternity, For she was his true love, his one and only divinity. As the years passed and their love grew, The king and his queen, together they drew. A love story so beautiful, so pure and divine, Their love was worshiped, like a heavenly shrine.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 ─ ⸸ . ♡𝆬

Her beauty was a sight to behold, Her grace and charm, worth more than gold, He would lavish her with jewels and gold, But little did she know, he was cruel and cold. He would sing to her under the moonlit sky, Her smile was his only source of joy, But beneath the façade of love and bliss, Lurked his twisted ways, something amiss. He would shower her with sweet words and praise, But behind closed doors, her happiness would erase, For he was jealous and possessive, His love for her was obsessive. He'd lock her up in a tower so high, The only view, the darkened sky, For he feared she'd leave him, his love undone, But in truth, he was the one who had her on the run. He'd force her to dance in a fiery ring, Her feet scorched, her body aching, But he couldn't see her pain and tears, For his love for her had blinded him for years. He'd send her away to faraway lands, In hopes that she'd forget his cruel demands, But no matter where she'd go, His love for her would never let her go. His love for her was a twisted fate, For her, he'd do anything, even if it meant hate, For she was his goddess, his everything, But in his love, there was no healing. As she lay dying in his arms, He realized the extent of his harm, For his love had become a dark obsession, A beautiful tragedy, without a confession. The king loved his sister, but at what cost? For his love, she paid the ultimate cost, A beautiful soul, destroyed by his hand, Leaving behind a broken king, in a cruel and lonely land.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑬 ─ ✦ . ♡𝆬

He worshiped her, with every breath he took, For she was his light, in a world that was so shook. Her every move, her every smile, Was like a blessing, that made his heart worthwhile. He showered her with love, like petals from a rose, And in her presence, his heart would carefully compose. Words of adoration, that flowed from his soul, For no other could fulfill, his lover's role. He adorned her with jewels, fit for a queen, And treasured her, like a prized possession unseen. Her happiness, was all he ever desired, And in return, his heart felt so inspired. He would lay at her feet, like a humble servant, And gaze at her beauty, with eyes so fervent. For in his eyes, she was more than a lover, She was a goddess, that he would forever discover. He proclaimed her, as the queen of his wisdom, Her radiance, would illuminate the skies. And in her presence, he would feel so alive. With every passing day, his love grew stronger, For in her arms, he knew he belonged there longer. He would sing her praises, like a sweet melody, For she was his world, his everything, his destiny. He would kneel before her, with palms open wide, And pledge his heart, to her for all of time. For she was his goddess, his queen, his love, Pure and true, like an angel from above. The kingdom knew, of their love so pure, For in their eyes, it was hard to ignore. They were like two flames, that burned as one, With a love so strong, it could never come undone. And in the end, when their time had passed, His love for her, would forever last. For she was his goddess, his queen, his heart, And nothing in this world could ever tear them apart.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ 𖤐 . ♡𝆬

He stands tall, a prince of the wild, With heart ablaze and passion filed. Her beauty like a dazzling light, Enchants his soul, a love so right. He worships her with every breath, His love, a never-ending quest. Her grace and elegance, a sight to behold, In her arms, his heart gently unfolds. She is his goddess, his heart's desire, Every thought, every dream she does inspire. He bows before her, in devotion and awe, His love for her, an unbreakable law. Her smile, like sunshine, lights up his world, Her touch, like magic, makes his heart twirl. He'll climb mountains and swim the seas, Just to show her his love, his eternal loyalty. He seeks her approval, her every nod, For her love, he'll go above and beyond. He'll slay dragons and fight with might, Just to make her happy, to see her light. She is his queen, his everything, In her arms, he feels like a king. Her love, a precious gift he'll never take for granted, For she is his world, his everything, his enchanted. In her eyes, he sees the reflection of his soul, In her heart, he finds his truest role. He'll love her till the end of time, For she is his goddess, his love sublime. As the winds whisper his name in her ear, He'll hold her close and wipe away her every fear. With every breath, he'll worship her divine, His beautiful sister, forever his, till the end of time.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ✿ . ♡𝆬

He walks with grace and noble charm, A prince so fair, without a qualm, But in his heart, there's no denying, His love for her, forever flying. With every step, his heart beats faster, As he approaches his beautiful sister, For she is his shining star, The one he loves, both near and far. Her beauty pure and unmatched, Her kindness, something to be matched, To him, she's more than just a sister, She's a love, like no other. With gentle hands, he cups her face, And gazes upon her with such grace, Whispers sweet words, for her to hear, For she's the one he holds so dear. Through the good times and through the bad, His love for her will never be sad, For she's his light, his guiding force, The one who's always his main course. He showers her with gifts and praise, For he's grateful for her loving ways, He'll do whatever it takes, To make her smile, for her heart's sake. In her eyes, he sees his future, A love so pure, there's no need to nurture, For it blooms like a flower in spring, And forever it will continue to bring. She's his queen, his one true cure, Her touch, her kiss, fills him with bliss, And he knows he'll never miss. Together they dance in the moonlight, Their love shining so bright, And in his arms, she feels so safe, For she knows he'll never waif. He'll continue to worship her, For she's his goddess, his everything and more, And in her eyes, he sees his true self, For she's the one that completes his wealth.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ✞ . ♡𝆬

His mind was filled with twisted love, For his sister who came from above. She was his everything, his world, Her beauty, his heart had unfurled. But in her eyes, he saw only fear, As he whispered words in her ear. He built a temple in her name, Where he would worship, proclaim. His love for her, his queen divine, But little did she know, it was her prison to confine. The king would offer sacrifices, In hopes of pleasing her, his vices. For her, he would do anything, Even if it meant causing suffering. The people feared the mad king's reign, As they witnessed his love turn to pain. For he would torture and destroy, In the name of his beloved, oh how he would deploy. But she did not love him in return, For her, he would have to yearn. Still, he clung to his delusion, Of her being his ultimate fusion. The madness consumed him, bit by bit, As he worshipped her, his love not legit. But to him, she was his everything, And he would do anything, even the most gruesome offering. The kingdoms plagued by his twisted obsession, As he ruled with no sense or discretion. The people cried out, for mercy they plead, But the king's love for her was all he would heed. In the end, it was not love that destroyed, But the king's obsession, his heart void. For his lover was nothing but a fantasy, And in his madness, he had lost all sanity. And so, the mad king's reign came to an end, But his love for her would never bend. For even in death, he worshipped her still, His obsession, a twisted love that would never fulfill.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ＊ . ♡𝆬

He stood in awe, before her grace, His eyes adored her angelic face. Every night, he'd kneel at her feet, His heart filled with love, so deep and sweet. She was his light, in a world of darkness, Her touch, his only source of solace. Her voice, like music to his ears, In her presence, he had no fears. He worshipped her, like a deity, Lost in her beauty, he found his sanity. Her every move, a work of art, She held his heart, never to depart. But beneath her gentle facade, Lies a darkness, that he cannot dodge. She's a storm, brewing in disguise, And he's just a fragile, helpless prize. He tried to please her, in every way,But her love was fleeting, like a summer day. It burned bright, then faded away, Leaving him in darkness, to decay. He denied the truth, refusing to see, That she was not the goddess, he thought her to be. But a mortal, with flaws and scars, That he couldn't heal, no matter how hard. Yet still he worshipped, with all his might, For she was his drug, his source of light. Unable to break free, from her spell, He remained, in this hell. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years, But his love for her, never disappeared. Even as she tore him apart, He couldn't help but worship her heart. In the end, he sacrificed it all, For a love that was destined to fall. But he couldn't bear to live, without her by his side, Even if it meant, he had to die. And so his story, came to an end, A tragic tale, of a love that couldn't mend. A man who worshipped, his lover till the end, But sadly, she was never meant to be his.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ♫ . ♡𝆬

Every morning, he'd wake up, With her face in his mind, He'd serenade her with love songs, And make her heart skip a beat, so divine. With every sunrise, his love grew stronger, He was her loyal knight, He'd shower her with flowers, And hold her hand, ever so tight. Her voice was like music to his ears, Her laughter, a symphony, He'd do anything to bring a smile to her face, For her happiness was his source of glee. He'd write her love letters, With every word, he'd pour his heart, She was his fairy tale come true, His one true love, they'd never part. He'd make her feel like a queen, In his kingdom of love, With her by his side, He had the strength to conquer the world above. Their love was a storybook romance, With each chapter better than the last, He was grateful for her presence in his life, For her, he'd go through the toughest task. So here's to the lovely prince, His love so pure and true, For his lover, he'd move mountains, Forever and always, they'll say 'I do.' And so, ends the tale of this prince, Whose love was like a never-ending dance, In their hearts, they'll hold each other tight, For their love was a beautiful, sweet and romantic delight.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑬𝒀𝑬 ─ 𓆸 . ♡𝆬

His love knew no boundaries, no limits, no fear, His devotion to her, forever sincere. He was her protector, her shield, her knight, Obsessed with her safety, day and night. For she was his world, his very reason to live, His love for her, he would never forgive. In his eyes, she was the brightest star, Whose light outshone the sun from afar. Her every move, her every smile, Sent his heart racing, mile by mile. He was her shadow, her ever-present guard, A brother and his sister, forever entwined and scarred. But behind the beauty, lurked a darkness within, For his love for her, was an obsession, a sin. He would do anything to keep her by his side, Even if it meant controlling her, with every stride. She was his possession, his prized and cherished treasure, His love, a beautiful facade, with a sinister measure. His obsession consumed him, bit by bit, His love turned darker, with each passing minute. He would lock her away, in a gilded cage, For no one else to see, no one else to engage. She was his and his alone, no one else could dare, To take her away, from his possessive stare. But she, the princess, did not see, The darkness that consumed her Protector, with glee. Blinded by his love, she saw only his light, Not realizing, it would consume her, with all its might. She lived in a fantasy, a beautiful lie, Never once questioning, the darkness that lurked by. But as time passed by, he began to see, The error of his ways, his love's true identity. The sister he worshiped, had withered away, A mere reflection, of who she once was, in her heyday. His obsession had destroyed, the very love he craved, His beautiful love, now a hollow grave. His heart shattered, into a million pieces, As he saw the wreckage, of his love's diseases. His obsession had blinded him, from seeing the truth, His love had turned dark, no longer in youth. Regret and guilt flooded his troubled mind, His love's destruction, an eternal bind. His sister, now free from her gilded cage, Had lost her beauty, her light, her rage. For his obsession, had left her scarred, A mere shadow of herself, a love forever marred. She mourned the loss of what could have been, If only, the his obsession, had not consumed him within.

ㅤㅤ ꣸ ﹒𝆋 𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑹 ─ ☁︎ . ♡𝆬

She danced within his twisted mind, A goddess in his eyes and heart. Her touch, her presence, so divine, He worshipped her with every part. Her beauty was unmatched, they say, But her heart was cold and ruthless. He loved her in every way, But she remained cruel and heartless. His kingdom flourished at her feet, As she basked in all his glory. But her love was a cruel deceit, A never-ending tragic story. He built her temples, golden shrines, Where he laid his offerings bare. For her, he committed crimes, As his love became his despair. She reveled in his adoration, A puppet master pulling strings. But his love was her damnation, As she fed on his suffering. The people whispered, feared and cried, For their king had turned blind and weak. But he saw her, a goddess in disguise, Even as she made him suffer and weep. His heart shattered with every sigh, But he remained devoted to her. For she was his all, his reason to die, A sacrifice he gladly offered. And as his kingdom crumbled down, In her soft embrace, he lay. For her cruel love, he'd forsake his crown, And in her arms, he'd waste away. The king worshipped his lover, As a goddess, cruel and dark. His heart forever enslaved, forever, In her mercy, he'd left his mark.

@ 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 . 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠.

[msmorningstaarr]

let me fill you up | Jaime Lannister x F!Targaryen reader

ao3 | masterlist

Pairing: Jaime Lannister x F!Targaryen reader

Summary: You, a Targaryen princess were married into the Lannister fold to ensure the alliance between the two houses, ensuring your eldest brother’s claim to the Iron Throne. Now, Lord Jaime makes your days filled with happiness and makes you eager to present him babies.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: rhaegar wins AU, no targcest, smuff, fluff, breeding kink, praising kink, a lot of pet names (sweet girl, princess, love), reader has no physical description besides the silvery white targaryen hair, creampie, oral (f receiving), a very devoted husband commited to your pleasure, smut, sex;

a/n: Happy new year! I had posted I wanted to write something like that and it's been a while since I want to write something other than holy and heathen because I must admit I'm not very satisfied with what I've been writing lately. Some validation kudos, comments and reblogs would be very important to me, seriously :') I’ve been thinking in turning this into a small series but I’m not so sure. Could you give me your thoughts on this too? please, enjoy your reading!

Taglist: @princessanglophile @hiroikegawa @hiraethrhapsody

You are sitting surrounded by your maids and children on a breezy night, covered with a fur coat and a crimson silk dress under it. Attentively, you go stitch by stitch and slowly form a lion, sigil of your husband’s house. Ever since Robert’s Rebellion ended and your brother, King Rhaegar Targaryen won, you became promised to the former knight of the Kingsguard, now Lord Jaime Lannister. Life in the lion’s den was not difficult, once Lord Tywin treated her with the most kindness and Jaime was still coming out of his shell. At first, he was your sworn sword in King’s Landing and spent plenty of time together in an unbalanced relationship. Now, you two are sharing a bed after a tumultuous year of war and destruction, as equals. In the beginning, you were sceptical about marrying into the Lannister household, but as the months went by, you found yourself drowned at him. Jaime is careful, gentle and kind. He brings you a small dandelion every morning once he knows it reminds you of home.

His only quirk was the strange attachment to his sister, Lady Cersei. But after being sent to Dorne to marry Prince Oberyn of House Martell and getting distant from each other, your relationship with your husband seemed to finally thrive.

“It appears to be beautiful, my lady.” Said one of her maids, taking care of your youngest son, a small silvery blonde figure of two years of age.

“A bright lion handkerchief for Jaime to carry with him.” You reply, admiring your piece of work. “Do you believe your father will like it, sweetling?” You then ask your eldest daughter, an adorable child of four. Your daughter eagerly nods her head and wraps her hands around one of your fingers to pull the fabric closer to her eyes.

“Dada will love it, mama!” The little one exclaimed, spinning around with the kerchief on her tiny hands.

“What will I love, if I’m allowed to ask?” A tall, blonde figure shows up in your private bedchambers, wearing a classic Westerland attire with a crimson fabric and intricate strings of gold shaped into the sleeves and collar. You smile sweetly to Jaime as he approaches you and grabs your middle child to hold in his arms.

“Papa!” The blonde little girl runs towards her father to embrace his legs and your maids stand up to bow to their lord.

“Have you missed me, dear?” Jaime asked and the fussy children eagerly nodded at him, embracing their father even more. Sometimes, seeing Jaime being so loving and kind towards your children simply melted your heart. You felt the urgency to kiss him and dig your fingers onto his bright hair, begging him for another child. Your cunt ached in pleasure to the thought of Jaime pumping his seed inside of you. You were still young and could bear many more children.

“Mm-rrhm…” You scoffed. “I have missed you too, husband.”

The three children giggled and the child on his arms hid his face on the crook of Jaime’s neck. The eldest covered her laugh with her tiny hands and the youngest beamed along their siblings. Jaime came closer to you and caressed your cheeks with his free hand. Then, a single and gentle kiss he places over your forehead, making your heart flutters with love and passion.

“I have missed you too, my love.” Jaime said, passing his fingertips on your chin and smiling at you.

Your maids quickly stood up and bowed at their overlord as a sign of respect. “Excuse me, my lord, my lady,” Said the servant girl. “Let us take the children so you can rest.”

“But I want to stay with papa!” Said the elder daughter, pouting and crossing her arms. The other two children whined and complained along, but you lowered into their level whilst Jaime talked to the youngest on his arm.

“Sweetlings,” She said, caressing their cheeks. “Your father is rather tired after riding for so long. Go with her, I promise you, your siblings, me and your father will have plenty of time together on the morrow. Is that understood, my loves?”

“I can take you to ride a horse tomorrow and even let you eat lemon cakes before super. What do you think?” Jaime asked, delivering the fussy child from his arms to the other maid. In unison, the three infants agreed and left disappointed. Once you and your husband were alone in your bedchambers, Jaime smiled at you gallantly. You embrace him intimately and are finally able to feel the warmth of his muscular body and feel the softness of his golden hair. His lips reach yours and in a whirlwind of sensations, your cunt is already dripping in anticipation just by a simple touch coming from him. Once he breaks the kiss, he keeps holding you by your waist and gazing at you with admiration.

“You have been gone for too long, love.” You say, passing your fingertips on his lips. He smiles and gives you a peck on the lips before speaking.

“I had duties with your brother, Our Grace King Rhaegar, sweet girl.” Jaime replies, pulling her out gently and grabbing the fabric she embroidered for him.

“I hope you like it, I made it just for you.” You point out, joining your hands to follow him. He keeps smiling as he observes attentively the intricate work you did.

“I shall cherish it and take it wherever I go, dragon princess.” He replied, folding and putting the kerchief in one of his pockets. You giggle as you hear him calling you ‘dragon princess’, a custom he chose to never abandon as a form to remember the late days of their relationship “I wish I had more time to be around and play with the children, I have been missing them and you.”

“They made drawings every day and left it on your desk at your office.” You reply, walking to the window and being followed by him.

“I will make sure to have them guarded in our chambers. Safe as our gold.” He says, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck lightly. You beam in ecstasy feeling his body smother you into a comforting embrace and full missing him.

“Sometimes I still cannot believe we are wedded to each other. You were my sworn shield in King’s Landing!” You exclaim as his hand caresses your empty belly and it tingles by his touch. He grins at your words and says.

“Most people are not so lucky to know your spouse before the wedding day. I consider myself the most lucky man in the world because I could be in your acquaintance from so long ago.” He replies, falling his head on the crook of your neck.

You turn around to be face to face with Jaime, feeling the cold breeze of the rock hitting your back and giving you small shocks as Jaime caresses your back, making you experience a thermal shock and shudder to his touch.

“I feel very lucky to be your wife, Jaime. Most women are not so fortunate to have such a kind, loving and handsome husband.” You mutter as he strokes your hair, in awe with your beauty.

“I guess we are fortunate to be together after so many troubles in war. We even brought new lives into this world to paint a new, brightful history.” He replies, caressing your womb. You stare at his fingers passing up and down your belly and glances at him with a sweet smile.

“And we could have more, love. I must admit I feel empty for so long and I want to give you more children… I know I can give you an entire army of your own. Half lion, half dragon. Unstoppable creatures.”

“You feel empty, love?” He asks, smirking and you eagerly agree with him. “Then allow me to fill you up…” Jaime finished, slowly undoing the intricate laces of your dress to reveal your bare skin under the crimson fabric. In response, you open his attire slowly and little by little his white tunic appears to her eyes.

By this point, your cunt is already sore in anticipation for the moment about to happen and clenches around nothing once he pushes the last section of string holding your garment, releasing you from the pressure tightening your upper body. Jaime pushes down your dress and your underwear is now on display for him, which makes him bite his lip and eagerly take down your white camisole to show him your bare body. You moan as he squeezes your breast and pinches your nipples whilst kissing you. You quickly take off his own undershirt to show off his chest.

“So eager is my dragon princess.” He playfully says, leading you to bed and carefully laying you down. With devotion, he starts to kiss your feet, legs and knees, his hands roaming through your thighs and hips. “Spread your legs for me, little dragon.”

You part your legs, obeying his soft command. “So wet… I can see you truly missed me, my love.” He says, kissing your inner thighs as your body squirms in pleasure before he reaches your intimacy.

“Oh… I have missed you so much, my lion.” You moan your words as he kisses your groyne and passes his fingers lightly over your clit, making your womb tremble and convulse to his touch.

“I can see that, just as I missed you, my dragon princess. Do I have permission to give you a lord’s kiss?” He asks and you only nod in response, making Jaime wet his lips with his own saliva before diving into your dripping core and you to scream involuntarily as his tongue and lips eat you up with full desire. Jaime circles his tongue around your clit and roam around your entire intimacy, making your hips bounce onto his direction. It was his costume to make you come every time before he would be inside of you, now could not be different.

You feel your body explode as if someone threw you into dragon fire as Jaime relentlessly pleases you, making magic with his tongue. Skillfully, he explores your intimate area inch by inch with eagerness, making you dig your fingers on his golden curls, pulling him closer to your cunt and you contorses your body urging for more. Tears of pleasure fall off as you feel goosebumps once you realise you are close to your climax.

As the intensity builds, Jaime's movements become more deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge of bliss. Your breath hitches, and your fingers entwine in his golden locks, urging him on. The world narrows down to the pleasure he provides, the connection between you deepening with every passing moment.

When the climax finally crashes over you, Jaime doesn't relent. He continues to caress your sensitive core with his tongue, prolonging the sweet release. Your body shudders with pleasure, and you feel the bond between you and Jaime reaching new heights.

“Husband…” You try to stop him and give yourself some time to take a breath, but Jaime does not back off and part your legs once more, holding it as he keeps licking, kissing and sucking your pussy.

“No no, wife… let me please you and bring you to climax once more…” He cuts your words and gently goes back, but now he plays with his fingers on your clit, with far less pressure and slowly draws circles around it, taking soft moans from you. Jaime rises to hover over you, a wicked glint in his eyes. His fingers trace patterns on your flushed skin as he leans in for a heated kiss, allowing you to taste the remnants of your own pleasure on his lips. “Taste yourself, love.”

And not so long after, you scream his name as you feel waves of pleasure hitting your body as a lightning bolt hits the ground in a storm. Your body is trembling and your legs seem to be two wooden sticks, barely able to stand.

“Please… inside of me, Jaime… I need you…” You plead with him, pulling his body to be on top of yours.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He replies, kissing you passionately once more and positioning between your legs. Jaime's eyes meet yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The anticipation was hanging heavy in the air, your bodies aligned perfectly, and as he slowly entered you, a shared moan escaped both of your lips.

The sensation is electrifying, the culmination of the pleasure he bestowed upon you and the intimate connection between your bodies. Jaime moves with a rhythmic precision, each thrust deepening the bond that exists only between you two.

“My perfect princess takes me so well…” He grows as thrusts into you going back and forth nonstop. You lock him by involving your legs around his waist and feeling his hard cock entering your cunt in full force, reaching your cervix and making you beg for more in his ear.

The room echoes with the sounds of your shared ecstasy, a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across your entwined bodies, creating a tapestry of love and passion.

“Put another babe on my belly Ser, please…” You beg him as moans leave your mouth and the sound of crashing bodies fill the room quickly.

“With pleasure, love…” He says once more. Jaime moves with a rhythmic precision, each thrust deeper inside of your pussy in farfetched positions. He missed you too much after months away from you and it shows by the way he kisses you as he moves desperately to have more of mounting his dragon. The room echoes with the sounds of your shared passion, a symphony of pleasure that reverberates through the stone walls. The flickering candlelight casts shadows that dance across your entwined bodies. As Jaime's movements become faster, the pleasure intensifies, and you find yourself on the verge of another climax. The pleasure is overwhelming, and your bodies move in perfect harmony.

With a final, fervent thrust, Jaime succumbs to the ecstasy and releases his seed deep inside of your womb, growling and grunting with relief and utter bliss. You hit your own orgasm as you feel the warm jets of his seed invading your walls and your body squirm and you scream his name, crying out.

Your bodies tremble in the aftermath, and he collapses beside you, pulling you into his arms. The room is filled with a comforting silence as you both catch your breath. Jaime's fingers gently trace patterns on your skin as you bask in the warmth of the afterglow. “Do you think we created one more life for our household, love?” You ask him, laying your head on his chest. The world outside your chambers seems distant, and for a moment, it's just the two of you, lost in the serenity of each other's embrace.

“Depending on your fertile womb, my love, I have no doubts you are.” He replies, caressing your silvery white hair. “But we must endure in our pursuit on a daily routine. Just to make sure our fourth babe is on the way.” He playfully replies, smirking at you, who mischievously smiles back at him and kisses his lips, wiping some strings of sweat from his face.

Jaime presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his voice a soothing murmur, "I love you, my dragon princess."

And you, wrapped in the arms of the man you love, whisper back, "And I love you, my lion shield."

[outoftimewriting]

i like how the ao3 tags are "Rhaenys Targaryen (Daughter of Elia)" and "Aegon Targaryen (Son of Elia)" yes yes they are her children <3333 her babies only hers

[chiaracognigniart]

Six Fanarts challenge, round 3:

🐉Rhaegar Targaryen🐉

[xxpeppermintxx109]

[daenaera-t]

The Bastard Queen

Chapter 2 Warning: None At The Moment

Summary: the children’s parentage is loudly out to question

The sun was bright, the chirping birds flying high up within the bright blue sky and near the clouds as they ignored anything that was happening down below them. In the fighting grounds within Red Keep, the royal children could be seen fighting makeshift dummies with wooden makeshift swords tight in their grips. Just a few feet away from the four boys , Daenaera sat on the stone cold steps while twirling a flower that her aunt, Princess Helena, had given to her earlier in the day.

Glancing up occasionally, the princess' dark eyes met Aegon's violet eyes as the prince looked up at her like she had been doing to him before he went back to practicing , making sure to look cool in front of her. Just a bit in front of the princess, the Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Criston Cole, had his hands clasped behind his back as he watched the boys.

While they switched dummies once again as per usual, Jacaerys and Aemond bumped shoulders with one another, not apologizing for saying a word as they walked by each other. Just across from them, Aegon patted Lucerys shoulder before they were fighting again like the other two. Meanwhile, Ser Criston stood beside Aemond, instructing him to do stuff he wasn't doing, like softening his knees, making his feet light as he ignored the frustrated look on the prince's face.

While he swung the woöden sword, Aemond glanced in Daenaera's direction, seeing she was still twirling the flower between her fingers, taking a deep breath in as he continued to do what the guard told him. Jacaerys stabbed his wooden weapon into the dummy in front of him, making the tip of it stick into it just when Aemond used his own to knock it down, causing the brown haired prince to bend down and pick his sword up.

After swinging his sword around, Aegon stopped in his tracks as his violet eyes stopped on two handmaidens walking by, their nervous eyes glancing at him to see the bright smirk etching on his lips as he stared at them just when Criston called out his name, making him look away.

"I've won my first bout, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy." Aegon comments.

Criston shrugs, nodding. "You'll have a new opponent then, My Lord of the Straw. Let's see if you can touch me. You and your brother."

As the guard grabs one of the many wooden swords, Aegon looks to his brother with raised brows as Jacaerys and Lucerys step off to the side. Interested, Y/n stood up and walked over until she was beside her brothers. Soon enough, the Targaryen brothers were letting out grunts as they tried to hit at Ser Criston, but the guard seemed to be quicker than them, using one hand only as the other rested behind his back.

Aegon ran forward to try and hit him but Criston pushed him towards Aemond, causing them to bump into one another as the older prince tried to regain his footing. Unfortunately, neither of the brothers had been able to hit the guard as they moved to stand with the other two brothers and their sister. Meanwhile, just a bit behind them, Ser Harwin had been watching the whole thing as his gaze moved to his children, looking to the boys, calling out to them as they looked over.

"Weapons up, boys. Give your enemies no quarter." Harwin instructs, making Criston look at him.

"It seems the younger boys could do better with a bit of your attention, Ser Criston."

"You question my method of instruction, ser?" Criston asks.

"I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils." Harwin replies just when Aegon pushed Lucerys to the side a bit.

"Very well. Jacaerys, come here." Criston demands, harshly grabbing a hold of the front of the boy's armor and pulling him forward.

"You spar with Aegon. Eldest son against eldest son."

"It's hardly a fair match." Harwin points out when Jacaerys looks over at him with a panicked look as Aegon pats his nephew's shoulder.

"I know you've never seen a true battle, ser, but when steel is drawn, a fair match isn't something anyone should expect." Criston argues.

Harwin doesn't say anything else, only staring at the guard with narrowed eyes. From the side, Daenaera felt her little brother grab her hand as she looked at the back of her other brother's head nervously, knowing Aegon was a lot stronger and bigger than him. Noticing this, Aemond reached over and gently grabbed her hand in hope of giving her comfort. When Criston gave them the go, Aegon was the first to do something as he rushed towards his nephew, swinging his sword while Jacaerys stepped back in shock.

Aemond grabbed a hold of Daenaera's hand , pulling her off to the side while Daenaera pulled Lucerys with her when the two boys were rushing right in their direction before Aegon shoved Jacaerys to the ground with one hand, making the younger prince grunt in slight pain. He was quick to get up to his feet, however, lunging towards his uncle while letting out a cry, making Aegon step back in shock. It wasn't long until they were on either side of one of the dummies when the white haired prince pushed the dummy towards his nephew, making him take a few steps back before it fell on him. Harwin points a finger at Aegon.

"Foul play." he yelled 

"I'll deal with him." Criston assures.

Either of the men went to the boys, Criston roughly grabbing the collar of Aegon's armor while Harwin did the same with Jacaerys, just more softly than the other man. The sound of their voices could be heard.

When Criston looked back over at the father and son, Harwin had a soft grip on Jacaerys chin as the prince nodded and smiled at the older man, listening to his words.

Aegon clenched his jaw, his cries being heard as they were back to fighting, the occasional sounds of Criston's instructions that turned into a shout as Aegon sent a foot against his nephew's chest, sending him down to the ground. Aegon continued swinging his sword around, listening to the guard. Seeing that Criston wasn't gonna stop it, Harwin was quick to grab ahold of Aegon's sword, stopping the fight while shoving the older prince away, sending him to the ground.

Just above on the balcony, King Viserys I Targaryen had been watching as his grandsons and sons were fighting. Daenaera rushes to her twin brother, helping him up with Lucerys by their side.

"You dare put hands on me?" Aegon screams.

"Aegon!" Viserys calls out in a scolding tone.

"You forget yourself, Strong. That is the prince." Criston reminds.

"This is what you teach, Cole?" Harwin questions, ignoring his words while he grabbed the swords that each of the boys dropped to the ground. "Cruelty to the weaker opponent?"

"Your interest in the princeling's training is quite unusual, Commander.

Most men would only have that kind of devotion toward a cousin... or a brother... or a son." Criston comments in thought.

This finally seemed to be the last straw for Harwin as he dropped the swords, spinning around and roughly punching the guard in the face. This seemed to surprise everyone in the training ground, including the children as they stumbled back. Keeping her brothers close, Daenaera clutched the sleeve of Aegon's shirt while they watched with wide eyes. Criston collapsed to the ground, but Harwin didn't seem to be done yet as he climbed on top of him to continue his assault. 

After a couple seconds, two guards rushed over and grabbed a hold of the Strong man, a few more having to rush over to keep the man back from the kingsguard, all while Harwin continued to scream at him to say those words again. Still laying on the ground, Criston smiled as if he had succeeded something before spitting the blood that laid in his mouth out, having a very strong hunch about the relationship between Ser Harwin Strong and the Velaryon children.

[sunsetstarrogue]

Rhaenys was gently shaken awake. The sheets beneath her rustled a bit as she moved, the night shift she wore rode up as she squirmed trying to get away from the callous hands that shook her awake. Her mind was foggy and disoriented as she stirred awake. Rhaenys sprung to life when her mind finally registered that someone was with her, in her chambers, late at night. Her eyes searched wildly in the darkness, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of the stranger. “A man does not wish to harm the Princess,” the voice came out in a low tone, almost like a faint whisper, “The Princess must remain calm,” the voice was masculine and Rhaenys felt the fear within her tremble.

or Rhaegar flees to Essos with his family, though he leaves his daughter behind. Years later, he hires a faceless man to bring her to him.

from whats meant for you will stay

[0mythical-bitch0]

Names that give Valyrian Vibes, Some I’ve made up. please someone use them.

Aedyn- English, Fiery, Little Fire

Aegarax- Valyrian god of all creatures that walk, run, swim or fly, creator of the first dragon

Aeisha- Aisha, Arabic, Alive and Well, Aye-E-Sha

Aelia- Ancient Roman, Sun

Aeliana- Latin, Sun

Aelicia- Spanish and German, Nobel

Aelita- Fictional, Starlight seen for the last time

Aella- Greek, means Whirlwind

Aelora- Elora, Greek, Sun Ray, My god is bright

Aelyx- South African, the Mountain of Strength

Aeolian- Latin or Greek, Of the wind, God of the winds, Lord of the winds, The Rapid, The Changeable, Quickly moving, Changeful, shifting, varied, of or Arising from the wind

Aeolus- Greek, Changeable, Varied

Aerian- of or belonging to the atmosphere or to the air, Aerial

Aeris- French, An earth full of flowers

Aerith- Earth, Flower, Flower-Like

Aerol- Greek, One who is of a Golden Heart

Aeruna- Aruna, Sanskrit and Hindu, Crystalline reddish-brown, Tawny, Dawn, Dawn Light or Rising Sun, Aye-rue-nuh

Aerwyna- English, Friend of the sea

Aeryn- Irish and Welsh, Daughter of Eire, Daughter of Ireland, Berry

Aesira- Arabic, Muslim, Islamic, Brave, Powerful, Fighter

Aether- Greek, Brightness, Bright upper sky

Aethel- Old English, Nobel

Aethra- Greek, The Upper pure air, the bright clear serene sky, the air heavens and sky, one of the Oceanids

Aetius- Latin and Greek, Eagle

Aetos- Greek, Eagle

Anaëlle- Hebrew, God answered

Andrea- Greek, Manly, Virile

Astraea- Greek and Latin, Star maiden, Starry night, Greek goddess of Justice, innocence, purity and precision

Aphaea- Goddess of fertility

Astraeus- Greek, Starry, Titan god of Dusk, stars, planets, the art of astronomy and astrology

Azaelea- Azalea, Greek, Dry, Flower

Azrael- Hebrew, Angel of God, Help from God, Helped by God, Help of God, Angel of Death

Braeden- Irish, Broad, Brave, Wise

Caelestis- Latin, Of the sky, heavenly

Caelius- Latin, Heaven

Caelum- Latin, Heaven, a constellation

Caelus- Roman, Latin, God of the Sky

Caesar- Greek, Head of hair, long hair

Celaeno- Greek, Black, also a Pleiad Nymph

Daedalus- Greek, Craftsman

Daegal- Anglo-Saxon, Dweller by the dark stream, Night dweller

Daelyn- small valley

Daemara- Damara, Greek, gentle, calf

Daemari- Damari, Greek, gentle, fertility goddess, eternal, strength

Daemeter- Demeter, Greek, earth lover, Greek goddess of the harvest

Daemetrius- Demetrius, Greek, follower of Demeter

Daemitri- Dimitri, Greek, earth lover, follower of Demeter

Daemian- Damian, Greek, To tame, Subdue, Day-me-in

Daenali- Denali, Native American, The high one, the great one

Daenyra- Made-up, Great light, the bright one, Dae, Korean, great, big, the great one, shining, Nyra, Arabic, light, light of god, Day-near-uh

Daera- Greek, Gift of God, Sanskrit, Place of Worship

Daere- Welsh, Fiend

Daeriel- Idealism, intuition, romance, generosity, creativity, wisdom and tolerance

Daerius- Darius, Persian, maintains possession well

Daeryn- Made-up, Great ruler, Given ruler, Dae, Latin Give, Korean Greatness, Ryn, Welsh Ruler, Day-rin

Daevina- Davina, Scottish and Hebrew, Beloved, Day-Vee-nuh

Danae- Greek, Hebrew, She who Judges, God is my judge

Elaena- Greek, Shining Light

Esmael- Spanish, God will hear

Feyre- Beautiful, Fairy, Elf, Fair, Fey-ruh

Gaea- Greek, Personification of the Earth

Gaelithox- Valyrian God of fire, stars, moon, sun, and the dawn, rival of meraxes

Haedrian- Made up, leader, sea-lover, wanderlust, Guide of sea-travel, Hae, Chinese, Sea, Drian, Christian, One who takes initiative and loves to travel, H-adrian. Hey-drEE-in.

Hael- Angel of kindness

Haera- Hera, Greek, Goddess of marriage, Air-uh

Helios- Greek, Sun

Hephaestus- Greek, God of Artisans, blacksmiths, carpenters, craftsmen, fire, metallurgy, metalworking, sculpture and volcanoes

Heron- Hero

Hyperion- Greek, He that walks high, the god above

Icarus/Ikarus- Greek, Latin, Follower, the one who reaches the sky

Ikaerys- Ikarus, Greek, Latin, the one who reaches the sky, Ick-Kay-Reeze

Jaella- Arabic/Muslim, Hebrew, Prominent, mountain goat

Jaelynn- American, May god protect, Supplanter

Kaeden- American, Fighter

Kaelum- Latin, Chisels the Sky, one who chisels the stars in the heavens

Kaeya- Indian, Monsoon Flower

Laela- Arabic, Dark Beauty

Maegara- Megara, Greek, Grudge, May-Gar-uh

Maëlle- French, Chief, Prince, Ambitious

Maeve- Irish, Intoxicating

Megaera- Greek, The jealous one, one of the furies, deities of vengeance

Mikael- Scandinavian, Who Resembles God

Mikaela- Michaela, Hebrew, Who is Like God

Nevaeh- American, Heaven

Naela- Quranic, Indigenous Australian, Winner, Go getter, Gracious, Charitable, Of Wide Eyes

Phaedra- Greek, Bright

Raphael- Hebrew, God has Healed

Saelena- Salena, Greek, Moon Goddess, Say-Lee-Nuh

Saera- Muslim, A New Star

Salaena- Salena, Greek, Moon Goddess, Suh-Lay-Nuh

Samael- Hebrew, Venom, Poison of God, King of Demons, The Angel of Death

Selaena- Selena, Greek, The Moon, See-Lay-Nuh

Solaena- Solana, Spanish, Sunshine or Eastern Wind, Soul-Lay-Nuh

Vaelencia- Valencia, Latin, Roman, Spanish, Srong, Healthy, Valor, Vay-len-C-uh

Vaella- Old Norse, a lament or cry

Vaellia- Made up, Embrace the unknown, Vael; to dive into the unknown, Lia; relaxed, weary, gentle, Vay-Lee-Uh

Vaelor- Made up, Valor, Brave, Courage, Vay-Lor

Vaelora- made up, Honored one, Victorious Ruler, Vae, Germanic, mighty ruler, Lora, crowned with laurel, honor, victory, Vay-Lore-uh

Vaelyra- made up, Harmonic Ruler, Vae, Germanic, mighty ruler, Lyra, Greek, Lyre, harp, also a Star, Vay-Lie-ruh

Valera- Latin, Valiant

Vallea- Italian, Valley, also a tree in South America

Xaeden- Greek, Flourishing in abundance with god

Xaevion- Xavion, African, Fighter

Zaeden- Arabic, Growth

Zael- Hebrew, house of god, habitation of the lord

[maggie-stormborn]

From my unofficial season 9 Game of Thrones fanfiction "Truly the Mother of Dragons", artwork by @samartworksblog

Daenerys saw a swirl of flame burst forth before her, Rhaegars's voice fading from her ears as she stood back. The tornado of fire shot into the sky as high as she could see, and dark, thick clouds seemed to be gathering quickly. Her gaze was pulled to the core of the fire, something small seemed to be glinting and swirling within. She stepped closer, squinting at it and realized it was a coin. As she reached out to touch it, the fire seemed to brighten and swell, and upon touching it, her eyes became like mirrors showing the flames licking her hand.

She saw a coin, with herself standing upon it, and fire coming up around her. She saw the eggs of Drogon, Rhaegal, and Viserion lying around her and watched as they hatched, crawled forth, and grey up before her eyes, as if years were only moments. She saw the coin flipping while she fell through the air, seeing a pair of faces either time the coin flipped. With the first side, she would see her mother, the late Queen Rhaella Targaryen, and her older brother, Rhaegar. She would hear the voices of loved ones echoing in her mind as she saw their pleading faces.

"If you die, we're all lost. Everyone, everything." Tyrion's voice drifted through her mind, his pleading face appearing before her. "There are times when I look at you, and I still can't believe you're real," Jorah's voice spoke softly in her hear, and she turned them to see his face as well. Then came a voice that made her heart feel as if it had gotten stuck in her throat, and she turned with tears in her eyes - "I have seen you listen to your counselors. I have seen you lean on their experience when your own was lacking and weigh the choices they put before you. And I have seen you ignore your counselors… because there was a better choice. One that only you could see" Missandei's voice said, as assuring and lovingly as when she'd said it in life. Daenerys wanted to reach out to her, to embrace her once more, but before she could, the coin flipped again. Daenerys was falling, again.

On the darker side of the coin, she would see the faces of her other brother, Viserys, and their father, King Aerys II, the Mad King.

"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" Viserys' voice threatened her, the entitlement rolling off with complete ease as his face formed. "Have you been down there? Have you seen? Children! Little children, BURNED!" Jon's voice pierced through her mind, his anguished face floating to the surface of her mind, Viserys' face diminishing away as it did. "... You burned down a city," Tyrion's voice cut through Jon's, louder than his had been, and his disappointment was palpable as his face erased Jon's. The clang of his Hand of the Queen pin echoed behind his words, as it had in life. "BURN THEM ALL!" her father's voice screamed out, silencing them all as the Mad King's face blasted through Tyrion's, his twisted face contorted in rage.

As their words continued pouring into her mind, all of her memories came rushing back. Daenerys struggled to comprehend it all, and the the headrush was bringing her to her knees as she heard their voices continue talking, changing with every flip of the coin, and hearing the cries of... babies? Dragons? She couldn't be sure. But in her mind she tried to trace the sound and find the source, to no avail.

The vision swirled back into the tornado of fire and disappeared instantaneously. With it gone, Daenerys dropped to the ground, unconscious. Rhaegar, still sitting beside her, gave a small sigh, and proceeded to continue playing his harp and humming his song.

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Loveless

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Sister!Reader, Lord Gyles Rosby x Targaryen!Reader

Warnings: dubcon, age gap, targaryencest, forced marriage, murder, resentment toward a child, mentions of suicidal thoughts

Words:3738

There was nothing Rhaegar could do about your sudden engagement. Try as he might, he couldn’t persuade Aerys to marry you to him. It didn’t matter that he proclaim his undying love for you. Didn’t matter how you got on your knees in front of the iron throne and begged him to reconsider. Instead of mercy, the Mad King simply laughed at you and had you taken back to your rooms. Heavy guards were posted in front of your bedroom door. No chances were to be taken with your security. Aerys knew better than to trust you not to run away.

You didn’t go quietly.

Somehow you found the strength to scream for hours on end and relentlessly bang on the walls and door for your freedom. You’d even opened your window and calculated the drop down.

Just when you were about to jump (whether for life or death it didn’t matter to you), your mother ran into your room with tears down her face. She sobbed, her fists digging into the hem of your dress. Rhaella couldn’t lose you. Her life was filled with horror and helplessness. You were the one good thing to have come out of the relationship between her and her own brother. The last ember in her dying hearth of a heart.

If you did end up dying from your fall, she’d kill herself. Rhaegar would not be enough to keep her grief at bay. Rhaella had lost too many babes whether in the womb or a few hours after birth. Each living birth she had was a miracle itself.

You conceded.

You became the young bride of the wealthy (and old) Lord Gyles Rosby. A small amount of hope remained once you saw your betrothed; maybe he wouldn’t be able to get his prick up due to his advanced age. It was possible that he would even have a heart attack as soon as the bedding was to take place.

Alas all was dashed when the bedroom door was closed and he shoved his cold hands up your dress.

You forced yourself out of your own body as you let him perform his husbandly duty. Disassociating back to when you were gazing down to the ground from your bedroom window.

You let yourself fall.

And fall.

That’s how you were able to get through months of his pawing before you grew round with his wretched offspring. Thank the gods he left you alone when the Maester of House Rosby announced you were to bear Lord Gyles’ first child. A momentous occasion.

To you this news left a bitter taste in your mouth. The changes that his seed was doing to your body made you want to claw it out with your own fingers. You didn’t want a physical reminder of Lord Gyles forcing himself upon you.

Even worse was that Rhaegar had been present during dinner that night. Months had passed since you last saw your beloved brother and he’d finally been allowed by the king to go and see you. Not alone, of course. Rhaella had also decided to go.

The damned maestor hadn’t even bothered to let you know first.

You’d promptly left to go throw up your food, and it wasn’t because of your pregnancy..

In the beginning it was easy to ignore. You could go on with what little of a life you had. Honestly it wasn’t much but at least you had certain comforts you could turn to.

There was always someone in his estate though that would bring up your condition.

And of course once your stomach began to swell, there too went your bodices.

Rhaegar wrote you libraries worth of letters. You answered none of them. You didn’t want him to see you heavy with Rosby’s heir. If he looked at you with anything but love and devotion, you knew it would devastate you.

Then came the blessed day when you were able to expel the babe from your body. Nothing had been sweeter than the joyful pain that gripped you and warned you of what was to come.

A boy was born but not after eight hours was spent before he was actually pushed out.

In your mind you have your own victory party. Flushed and sweating, he was out of you and best of all male. Now that Rosby finally had a son, you could push off his advances. Your duty was done.

The boy was named Ronas.

You enjoyed the perks of Rosby’s wealth as he was able to supply Ronas with a legion of nursemaids and wet nurses. The little Lord Ronas even had his own governess already picked out before his birth.

That meant you had as little contact with him as possible.

You couldn’t love him. One glance at him was all it took.

From then on you lived in a completely different wing of the castle. Thankfully Lord Gyles didn’t complain. He had his son.

Years passed and the old bastard didn’t appear even slightly ready to die. He was constantly sick and even when he wasn’t he’d still be seen coughing into his silk square of scarlet silk many times through the day.

You were able to visit your family in King’s Landing every so often since Ronas was being raised by others. The more distance you put between you and Rosby, the better you felt.

Aerys didn’t allow your visits to be frequent. He had his suspicious about what you and Rhaegar would do behind closed doors. Even if his delusions were increasing, there was at least truth to this one.

Alone, Rhaegar’s hands roamed your skin endlessly. Fingers digging into your ass as he lifts you up. The delicious way in which his thumb rolled your nipple around in agonizing circles. Those beautiful, long digits of his chose to strum you instead of his usual harp. They were strong and callused against the small bundle of nerves between your legs. Even his tongue was highly skilled, swirling poems and verses of worship that had you quaking.

His close friends knew of your illicit relationship and did their utmost to protect this secret and help both of you out. They were even able to obtain moon tea for you to prevent any chance of pregnancy.

Those visits were always too short for either of your likings. Each time was more difficult than the next.

Not to mention you didn’t want to leave when your father’s mind was clearly on the rapid decline as was his hold of control. Aerys was becoming far too interested in wildfire.

One night when you’d crept into Rhaegar’s room, he confided in you that many of the other lords were urging him to take the throne from Aerys. They’d be able to throw a successful coup as it was evident to even the citizens of King’s Landing that there was something very mentally wrong with their sovereign.

The people, both common and noble blood, liked Rhaegar. He was of a gentle temperament but would not be easily manipulated by the will of others. Smart and having spent long hours focused on his studies, he’d be an excellent king.

If this got to Aerys though he wouldn’t hesitate to execute Rhaegar. Unlike your husband, Aerys had a spare heir. Viserys had become your father’s favorite son, not that that was something Rhaegar envied. But it meant that Aerys could change his will and decree Viserys be next in line for the crown.

You were restless back in your husband's dominion.

Down in the Great Hall, celebrations were being held for Ronas’ sixth nameday. You were not in the mood to pretend you felt an ounce of motherly joy.

Not when you held a secret note you’d received just that morning from Ser Connington. In the early morning hours you’d been in the garden and spotted him.

The note was by Rhaegar’s own hand. Your eyes follow the smooth lines and curves of the dry ink.

You reread it several times.

Rhaegar was secretly gathering allies. Apparently a great many of the lords of Westeros were scared of what Aerys could do in his unhinged state. Representatives from each of the great houses took up residence in the capital and if the rumors were true about the wildfire, then they would be killed if Aerys decided to condemn the entire city.

And he had plans to free you of your husband and dissolve your matrimonial bonds.

Postscript was Rhaegar also saying that he would be present for Ronas’ birthday.

You get rid of the incriminating note. Watching it burn to black ash just to make sure none of it would be legible.

Soon.

That’s what Rhaegar whispered to you in passing just a few minutes ago.

A smile shyly breaks out across your face as you grip the edges of your vanity to steady yourself. You couldn’t quite believe that you were about to be free.

The abrupt knock at your door has your smile vanishing as you school your features into proper place. “Who is it?”

“Griff.”

You knew it to be your brother’s friend Ser Connington.

Once inside he starts explaining to you what is going to happen within the next few hours. Right to the point. You like that about him.

“Alright, the poison has just been administered to him. It’s the slow release kind. By the time he has retired to his rooms, Lord Rosby will start feeling the effects. This type of poison induces suffocation so he’ll be unable to call for any help.” Jon sits you down on your bed. Since you were greatly treasured by Rhaegar, Jon treated you with the greatest of care. “You’ll need to go back to the party and act like you usually do. You can’t let up any sign that you have knowledge of something.”

You frown when Griff hesitates to tell you that they wouldn’t be taking you tonight. That would definitely make you look guilty. You’d have to remain in Rosby for a week to keep up appearances. It also gave

Rhaegar and the other lords time to mobilize their army against Aerys.

“The next time you step foot into King’s Landing, you’ll be a queen.” Griff smiles at you, confidence in his prince. “You just need to be patient for a little while longer.”

Great patience was a skill you acquired from your marriage. Waiting was easy.

Screams in the early morning hours alert you to the discovery of Gyles’ stiff corpse.

Maybe in another life you could have taken the professional stage as a successful actress. You didn’t overly exaggerate your grief. People knew you held no love for the Lord of Rosby, but you didn’t have outward malice for him either. He let you be for the most part. He’d stopped trying to have sex with you around Ronas' second birthday. Gyles found himself too preoccupied with his own declining health to care about physical relationships. You were allowed to visit your family every so often in King's Landing by yourself and you were given a generous allowance.

You mourned the way others expected you to: teary eyes, melancholic silence, but nothing more. No one expected you to throw yourself onto Lord Gyles' casket as it was interred into his family's mausoleum.

You were caught off guard by Ronas' calm face as he watched his father be put to rest.

He didn't shed a tear or whisper any of the sorrow he may be experiencing. You figure it's due to the fact that he was now to be the next Lord of Rosby and inherit all of his father's wealth. Course he still had a few years to go before he was eligible to make any big decisions. Cousins would guide him until he came of age to rule by himself. Ronas would be taken care of.

And so came the day, a week later, where your servants found your chambers empty. The news of your impromptu wedding to your brother Rhaegar would reach the rest of Westeros days before Rhaegar took King's Landing into his control.

Griff was right. You'd step foot through the King's Gate as a queen.

Sixteen Years Later

You watch from your balcony as the banners of House Rosby pass under you. Three year old Laera fists her chubby hand into your dress, bright lilac eyes trying her best to get a view of the festivities down below.

Unable to soften the hard line of your lips, suspicion reigns supreme in your mind. Why Ronas had chosen to come today of all days was beyond you. You hadn't spoken with him since Rhaegar had spirited you away from Rosby.

Rhaegar had shown you the raven received by the maesters that warned of your estranged son's arrival in the capitol. He too was suspicious of Ronas' reasons.

The occasion that was being celebrated through all of King's Landing was the fifteenth nameday of your son and heir to the Iron Throne: Aeryn.

"He is our half-brother, isn't he?" Came a small voice from behind you. The voice of your second born son by Rhaegar always held a mystified tone to him.

You frown at Haelyx who was trying to peak around you. "And who told you that?"

"Father." Haelyx replies nonchalantly. His hand pats Laera on the head before passing her and looking over the ledge. "He said Ronas was from your first marriage."

You'd have a stern talk with Rhaegar later. That was a part of your past you wished to forget. You didn't want your children to have knowledge of it either.

Haelyx's twin sister bounds onto the balcony after passing by in the corridor and seeing a majority of her family out there. Haerra also leans her face over the edge, too much so that her feet lift off the ground. "Why didn't you tell us we had another brother?" Her beautiful silver hair slides over her shoulders and flutters in the breeze.

Uncomfortable, you usher your kids back inside of your room despite their groans and protests. "He is not your brother." You tell them, trying to keep the bite out of your words. None of your children had ever seen you stressed as you were now. "Now go on and get dressed before your septa finds the both of you missing."

Neither of your twins are happy at having their question brushed aside so easily but they obey and sulk out to get ready for Aeryn's birthday festivities.

Bending over, you gather your smallest child in your arms and bury your face in the crook of her neck. Laera squeals with delight.

These were your children. Born out of mutual love between you and Rhaegar.

Ronas was a creature born out of resentment. There had been no ounce of Targaryen on him. He was not of you. You didn't like Rhaegar lumping him in with your real children. Didn’t like the twins calling him a brother.

Thankfully you have the excuse of being queen to avoid any interaction with Ronas. Those of House Rosby eye you expectantly. Eventually you would have to make pleasantries. They were still one of the richest houses in Westeros. You had to keep them in your fold.

It doesn’t escape you how during Ronas’ own birthday his father was being poisoned.

You weren’t able to really enjoy the evening or take pride in Aeryn as he was all smiles and full of delight. Aeryn was bequeathed with Rhaegar’s beautiful smile. A smile that shines the brightest among those he loves.

Rhaegar brings you back with a tender kiss to your temple. “Are you okay?” Upon his brow was a crown made out of the brightest silver. If it had been a shade darker, it would have blended in perfectly with his hair.

Your eyes dart from where Ronas is sitting to your children that are mingling among the crowd. Even Viserys and Daenerys, your younger brother and sister, are in attendance. Viserys even manages to muster up a small smile. The overthrow of Aerys and ultimate execution was hard on him for he idolized the Mad King. He hadn’t had reason to smile for years until just recently.“I wish you hadn’t told them about Ronas.” You hiss to him between a clenched smile.

“They would have found out eventually.” Rhaegar whispers in your ear. “And you know how Haerra is. She’s a born spy.”

Yes, that troublesome one.

“You know how I feel about him.” Feet take you back to your table. You desperately needed a drink before you even dare talk to Ronas.

Your fingers feel weak when you attempt to pick up your goblet.

Finally having waited enough, The young Lord Rosby stands from his seat and heads toward the table of the royal family.

Ronas was no longer a little boy but a young man.

“Lord Rosby.” Rhaegar greets him, his hand constantly atop of your’s in a soothing manner. It helped anchor you.

He looks between you and your brother. From the way the muscles in his face twitch, you can detect the distaste that lay heavy in him. Ronas bows to both of you, his face hidden by a mop of hair. “Your Graces.” From below his lashes he looks up at you with dull, hollow eyes. Unreadable and there for making you uneasy.

“So good of you to come and partake in the festivities today.” You say to him, tilting your chin up ever so slightly.

“Yes, it’s been an overdue visit.” He rights himself up and meets your cool gaze. “I was hoping perhaps after the events I can get a private word in with you.”

You raise an eyebrow. “About?”

He rolls his eyes over to where Aeryn is twirling around a young beauty from Highgarden. “About succession.”

“Succession. . .” You voice back before going to your husband’s face. A dark shadow cast over his fine features. If looks could kill then Ronas would have been dead on the spot.

You didn’t want to make a scene of it so you consent. “Very well. After I will send someone for you.”

That was the best you would give him, You were queen after all and you would not negotiate the meeting. It was either on your terms or not at all. And you wanted him to be out of your hair.

Reluctantly, Ronas left to return to his table.

“Would you like me to accompany you?” Rhaegar offers.

You smile at him and lift up on your toes to kiss him. “I will be fine. But if it makes you feel any better you can stay in the adjoining room to listen in if you like.”

“I would like to go too.”

Both you and Rhaegar jump out of your skins. In your sitting room stood Aeryn, concern pinches his brows together.

“Aeryn-“ You begin to reprimand but the prince stops you.

“Mother, I can’t in good conscience let you be alone with him. Something doesn’t sit right with me. I know he’s your son too, but i don’t trust him.” He states.

You caress the side of his face. “You and Haelyx are my only sons.”

Aeryn was allowed to stay with his father and listen in as you wait for the servant to bring in Ronas.

Strange to be in a room with just the two of you, you offer a seat to him. “So, what is this about succession?”

“As your eldest son I think I should be a contestant for the iron throne.”

A laugh bursts out from you that causes Ronas to deepen his scowl.

“You must be joking. Why would you think you have any right to the throne?”

He grits his teeth and slams a fist on the table that separates the both of you. “It’s my right. I am part Targaryen after all.” His eyes narrow into slits directed at you. “Whether you accept it or not you are my mother.”

Venom poisons the control you thought you had over your emotions. Your own nails curl inward towards your palm. “Not by any choice of mine.”

Ronas’ jaws tenses. “Regardless, you gave birth to me.”

Nostrils flaring, you stand up and look down at him. “There is nothing Targaryen about you. You are pure Rosby. Besides, Rhaegar is king and Aeryn was born of us. He will be king when Rhaegar passes. And if not him then Haelyx. I would rather the throne pass on to my daughters than ever end up in your hands.”

He rises as well and towers over you. His nose is wrinkled in a snarl. “You know, I always heard the maids and servants whisper about how loving you were to your children. I couldn’t believe it. You had never shown me an ounce of that love.”

“You were something I couldn’t love.” You glare at him. “And if you’re anything like your father, then Aeryn will be best for the kingdom.”

“You-“

“That’s quite enough, Lord Rosby.” You knew Rhaegar must have been chomping at the bit to confront Ronas.

While Ronas had lurched forward as if he was going to attack you, he straightens up when Rhaegar throws open the adjoining door. Aeryn by his side and unwilling to rip his eyes from Ronas as both sized up the other.

“Now, you should be grateful to have such a splendid estate and a treasury that won’t run dry any time soon. I don’t want to hear anymore of this issue of succession. As you are not the son of the king, there is no possible way for you to ever be king.” Ronas was tall, but Rhaegar had another good few inches on him. “If you press on this I can make sure that you have nothing.”

Ronas bristles at the obvious threat. The urge to fight back tightens his face as he struggles to rule over his temper.

“Go back home, Lord Rosby.” You stand next to your husband. Aeryn covers the other side of you almost protectively.

You pity the boy when he storms off to possibly tell the other lords of his house what had transpired. While Ronas must have been adored by the residence of Rosby and Lord Gyles, you never had such affections for him. From the moment of his conception you’d resented him. He was living proof of your life with Gyles.

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⌗ 𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘐𝘈𝘍 𝘏𝘊 ⁝ 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ( ♱ )

— 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐, 𝘔𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘳, 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐, 𝘋𝘢𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐, 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘐𝘐𝘐, 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳, 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘐 <3

˚꒰🌼꒱‧ Hi there! Before you read this, you should know that English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑹 ─ ♕

Possessive Protector

Aegon would view his sister as a crucial part of his reign, an extension of his own power and influence. He would be intensely protective, viewing any threat to you as a threat to his realm. His love would be as fierce as his ambition, and he would go to great lengths to ensure your safety and happiness, often equating the two. He might call you "My Queen," elevating you above all others in title and in his heart. His demonstration of love would be grand gestures, like dedicating victories or conquests in your name. His obsession is less about controlling you and more about ensuring your safety and happiness, albeit in a way that places you within a golden cage. He would be intensely protective, using his power to shield you from any perceived threat. He would lavishing you with gifts and luxuries from across the Seven Kingdoms, Aegon makes sure you have everything you desire—except freedom.

As you walked through the gardens, Aegon's arm never left your side, his presence a towering fortress that no fear could penetrate. "All this," he gestured to the sprawling city beyond, "is yours, as much as I'm yours. Together, there is nothing we cannot conquer."

𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 ─ ⸸

Ruthless Dominator

Maegor's love would be terrifying in its intensity. He would see any perceived slight against you as a personal affront, worthy of his cruellest retribution. His way of showing love would be to remove any and all obstacles to your happiness—often permanently. He might refer to you as "My Heart," a term of endearment that suggests you are the only softness in his hardened world. His demonstrations of affection would be acts of protection and vengeance, ensuring you are untouchable and revered. He sees you as his alone, reacting violently to any perceived competition or dissent. His love is a suffocating force, controlling every aspect of your life. To Maegor, you are a possession, the only person he believes can understand him, yet someone he fears losing to the point of paranoia.

In the quiet of the night, Maegor whispered promises of undying loyalty and protection, his words a stark contrast to the tales of his ruthlessness. "You are mine," he growls, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "And those who dare even think to harm you will face my wrath," he vowed, a dark promise that chilled you to the bone yet filled you with a perverse sense of safety.

𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑺𝑬 ─ ✦

Benevolent Guardian

Jaehaerys's approach would be gentler, his love grounded in respect and a deep desire for your well-being. He would go to great lengths to ensure you have a voice and agency, rare for the times. He might call you "My Light," seeing you as the beacon that guides his rule. His love would be shown through acts of kindness and the creation of laws that protect and empower you. He would be your unwavering supporter, always seeking to resolve conflicts in your favor. Jaehaerys's love is subdued and patient, believing deeply in the power of his bond with you. He's protective in a way that seeks to uplift and support you, though he struggles with the idea of you wanting anything—or anyone—beyond him. He treat you with kindness and respect, always striving to ensure your happiness and fulfillment, yet subtly steering you away from any paths that lead away from him. He sees you as his partner in every aspect, the wisdom behind his throne, yet fears the thought of you not needing him as much as he needs you.

Under the vast sky, Jaehaerys took your hand, his touch gentle. "With you, I see a future bright with promise," he said, his voice full of hope. "Together, we will build a realm where love and justice prevail."

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ 𖤐

Passionate Rebel

Daemon's love would be as fiery as his dragon. He would be impulsively protective, often acting first on his emotions. His term of endearment might be "My Flame," indicative of the burning intensity of his love. His way of showing affection would be through daring acts meant to impress you, sometimes bordering on recklessness. He would see you as his equal in spirit and adventure, always seeking to include you in his escapades. Daemon's obsession is wild and untamed, driven by a desire for your attention and adoration. He craves a partner in his adventures, sometimes at the cost of your own wishes or safety. He might keep secrets from you to "protect" you, believing that the end justifies the means.

As you soared above the clouds on dragonback, Daemon's laughter echoed through the sky. "With you, every risk is worth taking," he shouted over the roar of the wind, his eyes alight with wild love.

𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ✿

Gentle Watcher

Baelon would be the type to show his love through constant, steadfast companionship. He would be protective but in a more reserved manner, always there to offer a supporting hand rather than leaping into battle. He might affectionately call you "My Blossom," seeing you as the rejuvenating force in his life. His demonstrations of love would be thoughtful gifts and gestures, each meant to remind you of his unwavering presence in your life. Baelon's obsession is quieter, more reflective. He deeply values your presence in his life, seeing you as a guiding light. His protection is more about ensuring your happiness and less about control. He treat you with tenderness and care, always attentive to your needs and desires, even if it means putting his own aside. He sees you as his sanctuary, the peace he turns to in a tumultuous world, yet fears the day you might find sanctuary elsewhere.

In the quiet sanctuary of your shared chambers, Baelon offered you a rare book, its pages filled with tales of legendary heroes. "To inspire us both," he said softly, his gaze warm with admiration and love, "for you are the truest hero in my eyes."

𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑫 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ✞

Paranoid Sovereign

In his youth, before madness took a strong grip, Aerys's love would have been passionate, marked by high highs and low lows. His affection could be overwhelming, suffused with an intensity that's both captivating and daunting. He would see you as his sanctuary, the only person he could trust, calling you "My Solace." His demonstrations of love would be lavish, yet erratic, reflecting his increasingly unpredictable nature. He would be extremely protective, seeing threats in shadows, often acting irrationally to safeguard you from real and imagined dangers. Initially tender and loving, his treatment becomes erratic, with moments of warmth punctuated by sudden, baseless accusations and demands for proof of your loyalty. He show his love through lavish gifts and public declarations of your importance to him, which slowly become attempts to isolate you from perceived threats.

Within the confines of the Red Keep, Aerys held you close, his gaze flickering with a mix of devotion and an edge of something darker. "You are the only light in a realm filled with snakes and shadows," he whispered, his touch both tender and possessive.

𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐈𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑮𝑮𝑨𝑹 𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 ─ ＊

Desperate Dreamer

Viserys's love would be fraught with desperation and a deep-seated fear of loss. His affection would be possessive, driven by the fear of losing another pillar of his identity. Having faced so much hardship, he would cling to you as his one true claim to happiness, calling you "My Treasure." His way of showing love would be through promises of future grandeur, envisioning a life where you both reign supreme. His protective nature would stem from his paranoia of losing you, just as he lost everything else, leading to controlling behavior masked as concern.

In the dim light of your meager shelter, Viserys's fingers traced the lines of your face as if memorizing each detail. "Soon, we'll return to our home," he murmured with a fervor born of desperation, "and I'll crown you as my queen, my only love."

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 ─ ♫

Melancholic Poet

Rhaegar's approach to love would be deeply emotional, tinged with melancholy and a sense of destiny. He would view you as his fated companion, calling you "My Muse." His demonstrations of love would be poetic and thoughtful, often expressed through song or written words. His protective nature would be subtle, more about ensuring your happiness and fulfillment, believing that your paths are inextricably linked by the stars themselves. He treat you with a gentle yet distant affection, often lost in his thoughts and prophecies, struggling to balance his visions with the reality of your relationship.

On the shores of the Quiet Isle, Rhaegar played his harp under the moonlight, the soft melody a testament to his undying affection. "In every life, in every world, I'd find you," he said, his voice low, "for our souls are bound by the music of the universe."

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑵𝑬-𝑬𝒀𝑬 ─ 𓆸

Vengeful Warrior

Aemond's love would be fierce, marked by a warrior's intensity and a readiness to confront any challenge. He would refer to you as "My Victory," seeing your affection as the most significant triumph of his life. His way of showing love would be through acts of protection and a readiness to engage in battle for your honor. His possessiveness could manifest in jealousy, quick to perceive rivals for your affection as enemies to be vanquished. He treat you with a volatile mix of passion and jealousy, often viewing any attention you give to others as a challenge to his claim over you.

Amidst the ruins of a conquered castle, Aemond declared his undying loyalty to you, his single eye burning with a fervent promise. "To the ends of the earth, I'd fight to keep you safe," he vowed, his arm around you a steel band of protection as he whispered in your ear "I would die for you."

𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐈 | 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑷𝑬𝑹 ─ ☁︎

Broken Monarch

Aegon's obsession would be tied to his lack of love, seeing you as his whole world. He would call you "My World" or "My Crown," indicating both his affection and his aspirations where you are concerned. His love is demanding, expecting your loyalty and affection as his sister. His demonstrations of love would be grandiose, aimed at solidifying both his and your status. His protectiveness would stem from a desire to be loved, viewing threats to you as threats to himself, and he would not hesitate to use his resources to eliminate such threats. Through public displays of favor and privilege, making sure everyone knows of your special status, yet this often feels more like marking his territory than genuine affection. He treat you with a mix of indulgence and expectation, showering you with gifts and attention but always with the underlying demand for your undivided loyalty and love.

In the opulent halls of the Red Keep, Aegon placed a delicate crown upon your head, his gaze locked with yours. "Together, we are invincible," he proclaimed, "and I will let no one, nothing, stand in our way."

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

[anemoxlys]

Rhaegar Targaryen x reader

I'm writing this fic, it's purely self indulgent as there is just not enough about this man, and I'm posting this opening to know if any of you want the whole thing posted when it's finished?

It had only been a few weeks since the unfortunate and untimely death of one of your friends Elia Martel, having grown up in the Red Keep your whole life you and the young girl quickly became close in your early childhoods, her having been shipped over from Dorne to marry the prince and you patiently waiting for your similar fate. In her final days, you watched as your friend grew progressively more distant, not that you knew why, and by the end it had been two days since you had last spoken. The death of the princess, however, did not stop the tourney from commencing nor your parents dragging you to watch it alongside them, in hopes of one of the single fighters naming you the queen of love and beauty. 

You were sitting in one of the lower levels of the stands, your family being deemed important enough to get placed in some of the best seats, much to your dismay. Tourneys were always barbaric in our eyes, a chance for one man to beat another for the amusement of the rich who seemed not to care for the son’s, husbands, fathers, and even grandfathers who battled and were injured in such events. It was disgusting. 

There seemed to be a buzz in the air however that vaguely interested you, the prince was now looking for a new wife. It was comical how all the highborn ladies, married and unmarried alike, had dressed their best- in gowns far too expensive to be sitting in the mud and dust as they were- in hopes of catching his eye. It was ridiculous how your parents had forced you to do similarly, stripping you out of your mourning gown and into this utterly ridiculous red dress that in the sea of similar Targaryen colours did nothing but make you blend in.

Let me know if you want the whole fic

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Ruination In The Name Of Love

actions have consequences as lyanna and rhaegar learn

The young mother watches idly, caressing her stomach, as the newcomers trudge along through the throne room. One set of eyes filled with a resigned sense of shame, the other filled with a murderous rage.

“Your whoreson of a husband has much to answer for!” roared the burly young man as his companion looked onwards through the room in anticipation, as if in wanting of another group to enter the chambers.

Ned Stark in attempt to placate his wronged brother-in-arms spoke softly in pity, “Robert, calm yourself. Princess Elia is not to blame for the mistakes of the prince and my misguided sister.” Yet the youthful Lord Baratheon could not contain his fury and he trembled with rage, unable to resolve the conflicting emotions within himself.

“Misguided! She either was willingly seduced by a married man or was naive enough to run off with Rhaegar for an unknown reason. But regardless she has much to answer for!”

The solemn princess replied, “Lord Baratheon, you are not the only person here wronged and in need of answers. We are allies in pain.”

She continued further, “Worry no more, your anger can be remedied soon as I have recieved word from Dorne that Lady Lyanna is on her way to Kingslanding along with my kingly husband.”

Both Eddard Stark, Robert Baratheon and their entourage of northern men froze their anger and set aside their disgruntled grievances, as if to pause their confrontational attitudes until the aforementioned figures showed up.

“Alright. I’ll settle down. I was irrational in my anger to you Princess, and for that I’ll apologise but I cannot apologise for the fury I will release when your husband and his new mistress arrive.”

“My Lord I cannot find blame with you for that, as I believe I may act the same. Do not think this sinful situation hasn’t filled me with rage too. You and I were both especially disgraced by the immoral actions of our promised spouses.”

A maid rushes in from the outer exterior of the royal building, “Queen Elia, there’s a carriage outside, carrying the Kingsguard along with King Rhaegar and a young woman!”

The statement prompted a roaring temper within Elia Martell. Her mind filled with tension.

The unanswered questions that lingered within her mind for months would now get fulfilled and she could find tranquility in life again, with her children in peace.

“Alas, it appears that the time is now, for my husband and his mistress to fulfill our questions and queries.”

The large golden framed doors roared opening, releasing the image of the band of heedless individuals

A figure, hunched back as if in in shame lumbered on to the central group of characters, hand held in the palm of the silver-haired King Rhaegar while the three accompanying Kingsguard stood beside firm and steady, unlike the others in the room.

“Lyanna!”

“You bastard Rhaegar! Explain Yourself!” the strapping black-haired man bawled with an ever so strong tenacity.

Armoured men rushed fast in front of both Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen, protecting the individuals in preparation for a fury-filled Baratheon.

“Arthur, Whent, that’s enough. Baratheon I have nothing to explain to you.” The Targaryen man spoke in a declarative firm stance.

“Maybe so, but at least you can explain your dubious actions to your lawful wife and to the brother of the woman you stole!”

“He didn’t steal me! I went willingly with Rhaegar, I love him!” screeched Lyanna in defence of her paramour, who continued holding her hand in comfort, glancing only at his beloved mistress.

The Stark man gazed at her in mortification, reassessing his thoughts regarding his sister. The seemingly innocent yet wild, willful wolf of a girl, now responsible for a war of mass atrocities and the deaths of her household’s bannerman, her father and beloved brother similar in temperament to her.

“How dare you say that, do you have no sense of duty? Running of with a married man with no shame whatsoever!” The lawful wife retorted as the Stark wolf-child gaped, both in shame at the retort of her lover’s wife and in astonishment at the prominent bump beneath her dress.

“I’ll admit I may have been hasty in my chance to run away from my betrothal but my love for Rhaegar is true and cannot be denied! The Gods themselves have witnessed our love and gave their blessings, while you clearly shame yourself carrying a bastard child!”

Both Ned, Robert and the royal entourage looked back in bewilderment. How possibly could the Princess- no the Queen be carrying a bastard, and how could Lyanna claim a man already married.

“By the Old Gods, Lyanna! How in Westeros, could you ever marry Rhaegar?” The betrayed Stark man retorted, pain clear in his enunciation, as his brotherly ally stood palpitating in rage.

“A man already, married! How could this be possible!”

The wolf-girl retorted, “True love prevails beyond all, and i would certainly not be claimed by your boarish oaf of a friend when I had fallen for my husband Rhaegar.”

The Martell women snorted in sound both filled with laughter and incredulity, “Is that how you tricked this willful stupid girl, with tales of love and fantasy.”

“Your so-called love story is not a beautiful tale to be told to maidens in want of love for centuries, Rhaegar; It is a ruinous story told to willful children, not to overreach themselves and be selfish. You caused thousands of deaths and burrowed this harlot into our marriage and yet you have no shame whatsoever!”

The aforementioned man finally spoke his thoughts, “Elia, my dear, this was needed for the realm. Marrying a women of ice descent will help our kingdom to greatness in the wars ahead and she could help me recreate the Conquerors, in place of your inability!”

This statement left Elia Martell in a state of shock and laughter, “You blind fool, don’t think I’ve forgotten that you crowned this adulteress while I was carrying Aegon. This excuse for children insufficient and regardless, if you had used your eyes to glance at me, your wife, instead of standing by comforting your whore, then you would be able to see that I am clearly with child once more!”

The lavender-eyed man detached his sight from Lyanna and saw the stomach of his lady-wife, clearly signifying that she had done her duty once-more.

The Stark girl then came forward with a snide gaze, “Clearly this child is a bastard!”

“My beloved Rhaegar would never dare lay with you. Not when he had already discovered me, his true love, Jenny to his Duncan!”

The Targaryen King looked down away from the view of both his lawful wife and illegitimate second wife. Hiding his head away as if not wanting to continue the conversation.

“Rhaegar tell me this isn’t true!”

“It mustn’t be!”

“She’s Dornish anyway, so even if you think it could be yours, who knows how many men this old hag had laid with!” Lyanna screeched with a fury fuelled with her incessant denial.

The sombre man replied indignantly, “Watch your tongue Lyanna! She is my wife and that is my child you are debasing!”

The wolfgirl looked back and forth between the two royal spouses, heatedly moving in anger, while her brother and once-betrothed watched passively.

Robert jeered in a dismissive tone, “That’s exactly what you deserve. You caused this with your actions and you reap what you sow.”

“He betrayed his lawful wife with you, and you dare think he wouldn’t do the same again. Belief in true love didn’t stop him, so finally realise your mistakes. This so-called love killed your father and Brandon, and look where it’s gotten you.”

He walks out the throne room, done with the scandalous actions of the girl he believe he once loved.

The Stark girl slowly loses her sense of entitlement, with the disengaging actions of the man who cause her to act so rashly.

“I’m disappointed Lyanna.”

“Our father and brother died for you. What was it even worth?”, retorts her cherished brother as he too then strides out of the room, rapidly with a fast pace away from the disastrous meeting scene.

The northmen then rapidly follow, lleaving Lyanna alone with the silent dutiful Kingsguard, her husband and Elia Martell.

“I can’t dare to stand here this longer. Your disgraceful actions have shame me too long.”

“I must care for the children; I’ll leave you with your so-called wife Rhaegar.” The now-Queen treads out, heels clanging on the polished floor as her extravagant dress flares itself outwards in chase of her fast steps.

“Elia, wait!”

I love you! This was all for the good of the realm, let me explain, my dear!” Rhaegar bellowed after Queen Elia, pursuing his wife rapidly while she abandoned him as he once did to her.

Lyanna was left alone.

No Husband.

No true love.

No brotherly love. Not even fatherly love.

Alone in her thoughts, contemplating the decisions that got her here. A war all in the name of true love, yet Rhaegar ever so callously abandoned her in favour of his true wife.

Not even Robert Baratheon wanted her anymore. Her actions led to the misery of all.

And all, including her when all she wanted was to love, with a pure all-encompassing love.

But it was a lie. Poor little Lyanna.

Misguided and alone, no family or lover. Only destruction stays with her, the only companion of the wolf-girl, while she ponders her life, with distress her only ally.