#rhaegar targaryen x male reader

[blumenflowergelb]

Love and hate is the same

• Time travel was a very bitter thing, Yn decided. To see the people long dead should have made him happy but it hurt a lot. Yn lived so many years full with his past mistakes and regrets that his brain just couldn’t catch up with not seeing the consequences of the past. Waking up and realizing that yes that very strange lady in Asshai didn’t lie and he was in the past was easy. Realizing that he didn’t have his friends-companions- was harder. But he accepted it since he theoretically knew what would happen if he travels back in time. Seeing his own face, so young and unmarked by the last decade, didn’t faze him. Seeing his old room,the old servants, the old stable that was burned down by the Lannisters, his old and mostly dead acquaintances didn’t faze him. But seeing him did.

• Yn felt like somebody pulled a rug from under him. It didn’t only hurt, it burned through his whole being. His head and heart was full with longing, love and anger. He loved his silver prince and yearned for him but he couldn’t forget what he had done. Rhaegar left him, his own wife and children and doomed them and the kingdom. This mixture of feelings left his knees weak and had it not been for the stone railing Yn was sure that he would have kneeled over. He still didn’t notice him, too deep in a conversation with Arthur, his sister and Elia. Yn was thankful for this. He watched Rhaegar and his companions, thinking about what he had to do, until Ashara noticed him and looked deep in Yn‘s eyes. They stared at each other, and when Yn looked away he accidentally caught Rhaegar‘s eyes. Yn felt a butterflies in his stomach, the intensity almost made him throw up, but shame followed. And with shame came anger. The kind that burns through the soul and leaves the body hot and trembling. The kind that makes the heart heavy. The kind that you can only get after having your hearth broken in thousand tiny pieces.

• It all began when they were neither children nor adults. It was that awkward phase when they limbs suddenly grown but they couldn’t control them right. After Rhaegar has stolen a book about bed activities and a wine flask they got so drunk that Yn wasn’t able to stand up straight. They red the book loud to each other while sipping wine and Rhaegar leaned over to Yn and kissed him. While it surprised Yn, he kissed back and from one point to the other they were naked in front of the fire place. After decades Yn still couldn’t forgot the hard rug and the slight burn from them. They touched each other in a way before that neither experienced. It was magical. It felt good. And right. Of course, they continued the activities and sought enjoyment in each other companies but it was years later that they confessed. Yn wasn’t sure until that day what Rhaegar felt but the words he whispered to him made Yn warm up to this day. The intensity of Rhaegar‘s love made everyday worth living for Yn. Sadly it didn’t last. They knew that Rhaegar had to marry and after failed attempts at finding Rhaegar the bride his father wished, Elia came. At first Yn wasn’t bothered but after repeatedly seeing and hearing how well they got along Yn became jealous. Looking back it wasn’t his brightest moment but who could fault a lover for being jealous of his love slowly falling in love with somebody else?

• They argued a lot. Rhaegar denied his accusations but Yn know the truth. Maybe Rhaegar wasn’t fully in love with Elia but he liked her enough to do his duty. At the end of the day he was man who was blessed with a beautiful albeit sickly wife who gave him two children. It was enough. And this broke Yn heart. Yn felt slighted, although he didn’t know why, angry, and desperate. He wished for Rhaegar, his first friend and lover, the friend whom he trained with, watched the stars, read old books and laughed. The lover that made him feel like he was loved, was worth something beautiful, and a lover who accepted his love. But when it crashed down for the first time Yn couldn’t say what he felt because he was painfully young. So when Rhaegar begann to talk less and less with Yn, barely kissed him and they almost never truly talked, Yn became frustrated. The confrontation went as good as expected. The fought intensely, but not loudly. It was quick but hearth breaking. At the end, after telling each other the slights they felt like they suffered, Rhaegar just shook his head and told Yn that they needed some time apart. Yn took it stone faced and left. Only when he was alone in his chambers did he cry.

• Yn guessed that he traveled back in time after they argued. Nobody moved, the garden was silent and only a shout of Yn name snapped him out of it. He quickly turned around and walked towards a boy who was calling him. At first Yn didn’t even understand what was going on and why he was asked to meet with a friend in a tavern somewhere in Flea Bottom. But he felt excited when he realized who was waiting for him. After Yn left Westeros, he went to the Golden Company and met Carl the Small. Smallcarl, as he was called, wasn’t actually small but Bigcarl was at least two feet higher than an average man. Years later Yn contract ended and Carl and he decided to leave the Company with others to see the world. They adventure took them from the Shadowland to beyond Westeros and it brought both Carl and Yn closer. They were friends but sometimes when they needed a body than they went beyond brotherhood. But that didn’t change their friendship. Currently Yn only trusted him and some of his friends from the adventures the most. Before Yn payed the shadowwitch, they decided to meet in Kings Landing and try to change destiny. A hard decisions but the trust between them went deep.

• The meeting at a run down tavern lifted Yn spirits. Seeing Carl, Jonny and Majki always brought a sense of security in Yn hearth so he left with his heart lightened to do his task. Before he left, Carl hugged him and kissed his head and they agreed to meet in a few days. The second meeting went even better. They agreed on what to do, where to beginn and when. Yn left few hours later. He walked back in silence and only the darkness was around him, however he couldn’t shake of the feeling that something was wrong.

• Yn arrived to his room and after opening the door, he stopped in his track. The hearth which he left cold was now omitting warmness, there was wine and two fancy glasses on a table that he has never seen before and Rhaegar was sitting on his bed. Looking at the rumpled sheets he must have slept, Yn thought. But before he could utter a word Rhaegar stood up and motioned him towards the table. The only thing that he said was to close the door. And Yn did while trying to escape his memories.

• A week after the confrontation Yn couldn’t hold himself anymore and went back to Rhaegar. But the relationship couldn’t be safed. After Rhaegar stole Lyanna and they ended up in the Tower of Joy, they talked. Rhaegar ordered Yn in his room, waited for him with some dornish wine and when Yn declined he seemed disappointed. However when they sat down any kind of love went out of Rhaegar and he was like a block of ice. It was sad. Truly the sight of somebody you loved not loving you anymore was very heart breaking. Still Yn sat through Rhaegar‘s speech of the prophecy, of the Song of Ice and Fire and why he had to do it. It! He could tell Yn that he love him, which was clearly a lie, than in the same sentence he said that he was going to fuck the girl. And the stupid, young Yn said that he was going to stay with Rhaegar and help him! This one was his biggest shame. Supporting a man who betrayed his love, wife, children and kingdom.

• So Yn stayed and endured. He endured the courting, the kisses and loving glances. His heart broke every single time but he endured. Until the night that he had to stay before Rhaegar’s room. Lyanna went inside without looking who was protecting them. Arthur and Yn. Looking back Yn guessed that Rhaegar didn’t know who were his guards for the night but maybe it was only Yn‘s wish. He stood next to the door, listening to them having sex, until he felt like a mist before his eyes has dissolved. The bitterness spread through Yn and he didn’t even try to stop it. His love went away, replaced with a mixture of hate and hurt. The realization which he always know but never accepted made him weak. Rhaegar may have truly loved him once but it was gone. Somebody who is in love wouldn’t do this. He was angry and disappointed and tired. He just wanted to leave and never look back. His skin itched for being alone in his room to think through what he was doing to do so he just left. Arthur didn’t even try to stop him. Yn never looked back. He went in his room but it didn’t help. He craved for something he didn’t even know. Yn packed the necessities and left for somewhere.

• To see the person he hated and loved for years left Yn shaken. Rhaegar was pouring wine for both of them and sat down on the floor leaning against Yn‘s bed. While Yn did the same, however he sat down as far from Rhaegar as he could, he sipped his wine looking in the fireplace. After a few seconds that felt like hours of silence, Rhaegar turned to Yn and asked a question that left Yn surprised.

• „ Who ist Carl?“

• Yn tried to come up with an answer and Rhaegar waited. Lamely Yn only said that he was a friend. He regretted his answer after seeing Rhaegar’s face. The hurt was palpable on face. Only silence followed until Rhaegar drank his glass of wine and asked for more. When Yn handed the flask over Rhaegar softly shook his head and asked him to pour. Yn was unsure but still did it. As he poured he could feel Rhaegar’s eyes on him, and shamefully Yn admitted that he felt excited. Even after years of hurt he loved Rhaegar.

• As he was pouring Rhaegar hit him. The slap hurt like a bitch, Yn decided. It was unexpected and Yn fell over. Before he could do anything Rhaegar was on him. The kiss that followed was even more unexpected. When Yn didn’t do anything Rhaegar deepened the kiss. However both of them needed to breath and they came apart. Rhaegar looked deep in Yn eyes and caressed his face. Yn was so shocked that he couldn’t muster up enough energy do anything until he noticed Rhaegar leaning over again for a kiss. Before anything could happen Yn hit Rhaegar‘ side, got up and quickly went for the door. But he never reached it. Rhaegar almost sprung on him and they fell over. Usually Yn won over Rhaegar but this time Rhaegar was like a bull. They rolled around on the floor, hit each other, and when Rhaegar prayed Yn‘s jaw apart Yn wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Frightened Yn noticed that he had swallowed something and didn’t move. He could see himself and his fearful face in Rhaegar’s eyes.

• The kisses that followed their little fight were intense. Yn felt sluggish but hot at the same time and when Rhaegar asked him between kisses about the men he was meeting, he could barely respond. He denied Rhaegar accusations about being taken by the men and only responded that they were just friends. Rhaegar obviously didn’t believe him, and Yn realized at the back of his mind that he was jealous and angry. The kisses and touches left Yn feeling even more hotter than he already was and before he do anything both of them were naked and flushed together. Rhaegar was already on him, caressing him, and through the night they took each other several time before falling asleep.

• Waking up Yn felt awful. His stomach was upset but when he tried to lean over the side of the bed something pulled his hands back. The something was made of iron. Shocked he looked at the shackles around his wrists and then he noticed Rhaegar watching beside him. Before Yn could open his mouth Rhaegar leaned over and kissed him while laughing. This was the moment that Yn knew that he was truly fucked.

[runningmunson]

My Fierce Lady - Part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1.7k Summary: After the events of your attack, you felt helpless. You asked Aemond to teach you to fight so you can gain some control back into your life and finally feel brave. Part 2 of My Fierce Lady. Warnings: traumatized reader, mentions of previous attack, use of a sword, slight angst, fluff, soft Aemond

Masterlist

Agony. You were in agony. Everything had been so different since you were attacked and forced to take a man’s life. Anyone would change if it had happened to them, you believed. Aemond reminded you daily that you are strong and brave, that you and your children were still alive and breathing, and that the man was in the ground where he belonged because of you. Yet you still lived in fear every day, terrified that someone would strike again, but you wouldn’t be so lucky. 

That’s not to say that your husband and his family didn't try to make you feel safe. Your personal guards had been doubled. You were seldom left alone. You wouldn't step into your chambers, so they allowed you to move rooms. They exhausted resources to find whoever plotted to attack the Targaryen household. However, their attempts were futile. They never found who did it, and no matter what they did, you never truly felt safe.

Nightmares often plagued you. Too many nights you dreamed of Maelehra being murdered. You soon followed, only to be woken screaming and crying in the arms of Aemond as he tried to calm you. Your stress and anxiety were so severe that the maester put you on bed rest until the birth of your son. 

You thought things would be better after you brought your son, Rhaegar, into the world, basking in the joys of a newborn, a male heir for your husband. You were sorely mistaken. The maester chalked it up to melancholy as your body adjusted to a new state of motherhood. The royal family tried to keep it hidden. Everything was always kept in the family, never wanted to reveal their personal weaknesses to outsiders. But it was hard to ignore the whispers around the Red Keep with rumors of you going crazy and behaving worse than your sister-in-law, Helaena. 

You spent a lot of time with Helaena in her chambers, doing needlework as your children played on the floor together with the nannies. Rhaegar was usually fast asleep in his cradle. You had a feeling your mother-in-law, the Queen, had something to do with your time spent behind closed doors, not that you minded too much. You dearly loved Helaena and preferred her company over the other ladies in court. 

—

For once, you were having a good day. Your anxiety was at bay and manageable. The children were behaving excellently. You knew everyone was safe, and you finally settled in once you checked several times that there were two guards outside the door.

“That looks quite lovely, sister! You stitch our sigil far better than I could,” Helaena’s eyes were wide as she smiled brightly, complimenting your work. You were working on embroidering the Targaryen sigil on a new dress for Mae. 

“That is very kind of you to say. Your spider looks exquisite,” you smiled back at her. You genuinely meant it. While you did not share the same affinity for insects, you were always enthusiastic about her interests and ready to learn.

“Thank you, it’s a zebra spider. We have these in our garden,” she replied, then returned to her work. 

It was relatively quiet in the room, with an occasional sound coming from the children. All your focus was on the dress until your concentration was broken. The door opened without anyone knocking, and an unknown man stepped inside the room. 

You immediately stood up, a scream slipped from your lips. It startled your son awake, and he started crying. Your heart was racing, and you felt as if you could be sick. No, you thought, this cannot be happening again. As quick as you stood, you backed into a corner. You sat down with your hands over your ears and eyes tightly squeezed shut. 

Helaena shooed the man out of the room and told the nannies to remove the children. She slowly approached you, afraid to disturb you even more. You could see her mouth moving but heard no sound. The only thing you could hear was ringing. Tears welled up in your eyes. She turned to the guards and demanded they go get her brother at once.

Aemond made his way to his sister’s chambers in record time. “I am so sorry, Aemond. It was a new servant, he didn't knock first.”

“It’s fine, Helaena.” He looked at you, seeing you in a catatonic-like state. Your hands had not moved from their spot on your head, but your eyes were now wide open, blankly staring at the wall. It made him angry to see you as a shell of what you once were, no longer the carefree and lively woman he fell in love with. He turned to his sister, “May you give us some space please?”

Helaena left the room, and Aemond made his way to you. He crouched down, blocking your vision of the wall. Your eyes finally focused when you saw your husband in front of you and not another stranger coming to kill you. He reached up to take your hands off your face, noticing the scratch marks your nails left behind. With your hands in his, he gently kissed the back of both. 

“I’m here now, love. I got you. You are safe. Nothing is going to hurt you,” he spoke in a soft, calming voice- one reserved for only you and your children. The words he spoke were familiar as he often said these like a mantra in the dark of your room after your nightmares. You threw yourself in his arms, catching him off guard as he almost fell. He steadied himself and pulled you in close, once more repeating those words.

When your heart was steady and mind clear, he pulled you up to the ground and led you to the comforts of your own chamber. As soon as the door was shut, you turned to him. 

“I cannot do this any longer,” you said to him, voice cracking in desperation.

“Do what, my dear?” he questioned.

“Live in fear, no longer feeling safe in my own home. I wish to be free of this anguish! I want to feel as brave as you say I am. I want you to teach me how to fight,” you said to him. It was something you had thought about for some time but too afraid to address until now.

“I don’t know,” he said hesitantly. 

You knew it was unbecoming of a lady such as yourself to fight, but you were at a complete loss at what to do. It wasn’t as if Aemond thought that of you though. He always believed you could do anything you wanted. He never tried to control you or put you in your place unlike the other men of the court. Fighting could be dangerous, and he just wanted to protect you. 

“Please, Aemond. I need this. If you love me, you will grant me this wish,” you begged him, grabbing his hands and looking into his eye. You needed nothing more than to gain back some control of your life.

He nodded his head, “Then I will do just that, I promise you.”

—

Aemond led you to an empty room in the castle. You were adorned in pants and a tunic, your hair in a single braid falling down your back. He was finally going to teach you how to fight with a sword.

When you made your way into the room, he shut the door behind you for privacy. You noticed a few weapons were already laid on a table. There was a dummy filled with sand in the middle of the room as well. 

“Now, today we will learn the basics of defense, just a simple thrust and slice. Let’s go pick you a sword,” he walked over to the table. and you followed. You knew how heavy swords could be, having handled Aemond’s sword once to see what it was like and almost dropped it in the process. 

He handed you several, having you do a few mock swings to see which one felt best in your hands. You picked a lighter sword, the blade a typical silver color with a black and red hilt. The pommel housed a blue jewel. How fitting, you thought when you noticed it was similar in color to the sapphire where your husband’s eye once was.

When you were satisfied with your choice, you made your way to the middle of the room where Aemond was waiting. With the sword placed tightly in your hand, he led you into the proper stance. He used his leg to move your feet where he wanted them. His back found its way flush against yours. One arm wrapped around your waist to straighten you out. The other helped you hold your sword to the correct height, pointing to where you needed to strike. Whiffs of your scent flooded his nose as he held you close. You were disappointed when he pulled away.

“Alright, keep that stance. This should be an easy one. Draw your arm back and simply thrust it forward,” he said, his hands placed firmly behind your back. He was intensely watching your every move, making you a bit nervous. You drew back the sword and plunged it into the chest of the dummy. When you removed the sword, sand spilled on the ground. 

“Good, you have just defended yourself. Now put yourself back into the same position, and I’ll show you how to slice,” he explained the movements once more and let you do your thing. 

You stood the way he told you, doing a spin to gain momentum before slicing either side of the dummy. Once more, sand flowed from the cuts. Aemond started clapping. You turned to smile at him, finally starting to feel a small amount of control for the first time since your attack.

“My, oh my. Who knew the Gods blessed me with a wife who is a natural in the art of the sword,” he smiled, looking proud.

You laughed, “ Well, I have watched you practice in the courtyard often, my dear husband. Maybe I can be as good as you one day.”

“I’ll make a fighter out of you in no time, my fierce lady.”

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (17)

17. Claimed not given

MASTERLIST

Summary: Another three years passed 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, minors getting married and talks about “bedding” and “having sex”. Targaryen incest!. Mentions about Skin trade. Minor drinking, talk about a girl's virtue, Misogynistic thinking and doings, talk about injury

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.3 k

Notes:  I wrote the last chapter that Laenor was still alive, I'm SORRY, very sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking, I will repair this error immediately. Sometimes I’m so excited to release the chapter. Some things like those get over my head! 

Year 134 AC, 3 years after

“I look beautiful”, Rhaegar admired in a hand mirror, his long straight dark brown hair was decorated and trapped in many different braids all over his head, some shorter than others, all of them different in size and direction

“Pretty brother”, cheered Saera. Rhaegar with a cheeky smile kissed her little sister’s cheek

“You look devastatingly handsome brother”, giggled Aemma, who was cuddling in the base of the three with a very pregnant Helaena. The sweet princess was sewing, raising her eyes to look at Rhaegar and his new hair-do, and giggling

“Indeed you do nephew” 

“Thank you dear aunt, it takes a beauty to recognize another…”

“Nephew”, the four of them looked at Aemond, who just got to the Godwood in search of the male. “We got training”, his eye was posted on Aemma, the silver haired beauty, and his sister, and the way they cuddled each other. As both were sewing. He shook his head to focus his attention on Rhaegar, who was being grabbed by his dark locks by his younger sister Saera. 

“Right!”, Rhaegar released himself and jumped from the ground, getting Aemond’s attention, “what do you think of my hairstyle?”, he asked, twirling so Aemond could see the magnitude and the huge amounts of different sized braids. The one-eyed prince chuckled. 

“Ridiculous”, he whispered

“I believe all the ladies in the capitol will want to have their hair tied like this”

“Where is Maekar?”, the one-eye prince asked him

“It’s his first day in the city watch, with my father”, Aemma told him with a knowing smile

“WIth the lord commander of the city watch”, Rhaegar corrected

“With papa”, Aemma mocked. She showed both men her sewing, it was a sigil, a brand new at that, The Targaryen dragon but in white, and behind it, three lines of the colors of house Strong, “Do you like it brother?” she asked

“I adored it sister, I wanted it sowed into my clothes.” Aemma smiled contended.

“Bring me your jacket and Cape and I will”, Rhaegar smiled 

 “Thank you, My ladies, for a lovely afternoon”, he bowed to his sisters and aunt, and started walking alongside Aemond. The one-eyed prince also greeted them goodbye

“Are you going to undo the braids before training?”, Aemond asked, genuinely curious

“No”, he chuckled

“You look ridiculous”

“You are jealous, because Saera no longer asks you to braid your hair”

“Because I always told her no”

“And you made her cry because of your rejection”

“I didn’t mean to, I just don’t like people touching my hair”

“And I understand why, it’s beautiful!” he laughed, “would you share with me your hair care routine?”, he asked, the funny part that he was completely sincere

“What can I tell you nephew, I just have it brushed neatly”, they both arrived just in time to the courtyard.

“Are you facing Ser Arryk’s death star today?”, he asked his uncle 

“You know perfectly fine it’s called a morning star”, chuckled Aemond, “and yes”

“Alright then, I’ll take Steffon”

“Or try to”

“Or try to”, he admitted, sharing smiles 

“There they are”, greeted Steffon, already with his swords in his hands. ‘We were beginning to think you weren’t going to show up”. Arryk was there, looking at both princes with a smile on his face, he was lucky that he didn’t have to trail Aegon like his brother. Both princes being nicer and more interesting…. and not depraved 

“It’s challenge day!”, cheered Rhaegar. “Of course we were going to be here”

“Take positions”, commanded Ser Arryk, and both boys grabbed their weapons, and placed themselves back to back, facing their opponents

“Remember to mind your left arm, don’t go crazy or you are going to cut my right one”, Aemond whispered

“Right, I’ll keep it in mind” 

“Is your hair a way of distracting me?, well done Rhaegar”, congratulated Steffon, seriously impressed by the young man’s tactics, not knowing it wasn’t a tactic at all. Aemond laughed, surprising everyone in the courtyard

“You had made your mother and me very proud”, Harwin said, as he helped his son fix his golden cape. Harwin looked at his oldest son with teary eyes, as he ruffled his hairs like he had done when he was a little boy

“Papa!”, he whined, “I’m an adult now”. Harwin just chuckled, leaning in and kissing his forehead

“You will always be my boy”, he said, fixing the leather that kept his cape in place. The twins had grown almost as much as him, but he was still six and ten, he had a couple of years left to outgrown his already tall father. “Are you ready?”, he asked

“Ready as I ever be”, he muttered, nervous out of his mind

“You are a born leader, you are made for this”, said Harwin

“Thank you father”

“Now let’s do it”. He grabbed his shoulder and started walking down the streets of the city, surrounding the Red Keep and going for the barracks. The men all stopped and made way for the pair, for their Lord Commander. And they gathered in the small courtyard

“Today is a very special day!” Harwin cheered, taking his son’s shoulder, “today my oldest son, my heir, is joining the city watch!”, all the man cheered and started clapping, “treat him well but fairly, he is a rookie after all, who as we all did, won his place amongst us”. Everyone cheered again for the young boy.

“I will have you patrolling the East side of the city”, his father gone, and in his place the Commander of the City Watch, a Captain showed up by his side.

“This is Captain Dantis Trand, you will be under his command today”. Maekar shook his hand

“You father tells me you are very skilled with the war hammer, I want you covering my back”, he said with a pleased smile

“I’ll keep you covered Ser”, Maekar answered firmly, making the older men smile

“Don’t go so hard on him Trand”, warned Harwin, “I will see you right here, when the shift ends”, his voice was firm, but his father’s big green eyes shone with concern

“Yes father!”, and then the boy’s face reddened with embarrassment, “I mean, Yes Lord Commander!”, and before he could embarrass himself any further he walked away with the rest of his troop

The Captain laughed

“Are you sure he is ready?”, he asked Harwin

“Of course he is, he is my son”, he answered

“How about Rhaegar? Where is he?”

“He wants to be a knight”, he said, with a warning tone. “And he is not cut out for responsibilities quite yet”

“I’m sure he will find his path”

“Maekar is a leader, he will find his way here”, Harwin placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder

“I’ll bring him back for his initiation tonight”

“Let’s skip that”

“Oh no, you know the rules!”, he laughed.

After a successful training, Aemond found himself wanting to rest, on his way to his chambers, he passed by the God’s Wood, and he found Aemma was still there, this time, alone, she was resting under the Heart Tree, her platinum hair could be seen by miles. So he walked towards her, wanting to bask in her soothing company

“Mind if I join you, niece?”, Aemma lifted her head and smiled at him

“hen rhinka, Kepus”, [Of course, uncle]

“Oh, speaking Valyrian are we?”, he mocked gently, and she blushed scandalously

“How did your training go?”. Aemma asked 

“Me and Rhaegar both manage to beat Ser Arryk and Ser Steffon”, she smiled brightly at him

“So you are finishing your training?”, she asked

“You can never finish training sweet niece”

“I guess you are right Uncle, you can never stop learning either”

“That is correct”, he smiled, “What are you reading?”, he found in her hands a book he himself had read to her, Helaena, Jeahearys, Jahaera and Vaegor. The history of dragons. 

“I heard you the other day so I thought it will be easier to practice my vocabulary”, she explained

“Smart girl”. He sat in between the roots of the Heart tree, with his back to his thick log, right by her side. He encouraged Aemma to lean into him, resting her silver head in his chest, and she did. 

“Read to me”, he demanded. As she accommodated herself to his side. The warmth he felt at having her so near was intoxicating. From here he had a sight of the top of her head, her pretty nose, the curve of her lips, the supple skin of her chest.

 She was only a girl, a girl that one day he was going to marry 

She was the same age he had when Aegon took him to that wicked pleasure house and told him that “it’s time to get it wet” and he encouraged him to… copulate, with an older woman, experienced in the skin trade. And picturing his sweet Aemma engaging in those kinds of activities made his skin crawl. She was still so young and innocent. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head. Making her giggle. She smelt like wild flowers and rain. But also, she smelled like a bonfire, hearth, fire. 

He was not going to put her through what Aegon put him through…He was going to protect her, and wait for her until she was ready, however long it took, 3 more years, 5, 7, he didn’t care. 

“...zaldrīzoti issi syt pōja wild vyguēsin, pōnta ȳdra daor gūrogon order? hen daorys yn pōja kipagīros…”, [dragons are known for their wild nature, they don't take order from no one but their rider], She read slowly and with difficulty 

“Udrãzma”, he corrected, and Aemma grunted in 

“What?”

“Udrãzma”, he repeated, “means command, the word you were looking for”

“Shit”

“Hey”, he chuckled, amused by her wild vocabulary 

“I don’t why you insist I read to you if my Valyrian is dragon crap”

“Say it Valyrian”, he mocked

“Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skoro syt ao vaoresagon, jorrāelagon Kēpus, syt nyke naejot ȳdragon Valyrio Eglie, lo issa sīr mijegindita”, [I don't know why you prefer, dear uncle, for me to speak high valyrian, if it is so poor]

“Ao naejot gūrēñagon, jorrāelagon mantala, iksā iā dārilaros hen Valyrio Uēpo ānogār iksan, se ñuha aderī naejot sagon ābrazȳrys”, [You need to learn, dear niece, you are a princess of the blood of old valyria, and my soon to be wife] 

“Aemond”, she called, embarrassed, her cheeks reddened 

“What happened with “Kēpus”?, he mocked

“Princess Aemma!”, her sweet niece jumped in his arms when she heard those gray-wearing Septas call for her, making a fuzz, “What in the God’s name are you doing?”

“Sorry Septa Alyssa… I…”

“That behavior is unseemly for a princess, separate from your uncle this instant!”. Aemma wanted to obey the Septa, trying to stand up, but he grabbed her tightly, preventing from going away from him

“Kēpus”, she whined

“Mind your tongue you unsavory gray pigeon”, he bit, “this is my betrothed you are speaking to”

“I shall report you to your mother the Queen for your poor behavior Prince Aemond”, she snapped

“You are going to get me in trouble Kēpus”, Aemma whined, so he finally released her, and when she stood up, the Septa grabbed her tightly by the arm making her whimper, and dragged her away from the Godswood. She shared a sad look with him before they dragged her to another embroidery lesson 

He was angry, the Septas taking Aemma, his Aemma, away like if he was some creep, like he was taking advantage of her. She was just laying her head on his chest… And even if they both were lying naked… She was his, his betrothed, she was a princess, he was a prince… they shared the blood of the dragon… he couldn’t steal what was already his. 

You looked down from the small council window, at the streets of King’s Landing 

“The streets are safer than they were ten years ago, right?”, you asked

“Maekar is going to be great today”, said Alicent, “You don’t have to worry”

“I have this weird feeling in my chest, my oldest child just, fleeing the nest”, you whispered 

What concerned you the most could be the celebrations that may have prepared for the end of the day, it was customary for the men of the city watch to indulge in the night’s pleasures after their shift was done. And Harwin was his father… it was also customary for a father to take his sons to… discover… said pleasures. 

You were both interrupted by Ser Harrold, who introduced a enraged Septa

“Your graces”, she greeted, “I’m glad to find you both here, I want to report a very uncomfortable issue, an issue of misconduct, from both Prince Aemond and Princess Aemma”, Alicent looked at you with big worried eyes. 

“I advise you to word your concerns carefully”. You warned, and the old woman looked at you with a severity, but also fear 

“I found the Princess laying over her uncle, his grace Prince Aemond”, she started

“Laying?”, you asked, fearing the worst

“They were outside… By the Heart Tree”, the old woman was completely outraged 

“And what were they doing?”, asked Alicent. shy tried to mouth a few words, her anger being traded by uncomfort

“Reading…”, she mumbled, “but the princess had her head in prince Aemond’s chest, and he was holding her…”

“They were only reading?”, you bit, for a second you were truly scared for the safety of your daughter 

“Yes, but the way they were seated…”

“You claimed she was lying with her uncle”, you said, “do you have any idea how dangerous and awful that claim is?”, you saw red, “how bad it sounds?”

“So the Princess was lying over the Prince, only the Gods know if they haven’t laid together in the secrecy of their chambers…”, she said then.

“I will have your tongue for this!”. you screamed, angered beyond belief. But Alicent grabbed your arm, preventing you from physically hurting her

“Putting in question the virtue of a princess of the crown is the highest of treasons”, Alicent warned the Septa

“I’m putting a problem in front of you as mothers, concerning the safety of their children…”

“I will talk to them”, said Alicent, and you were more calm

“Aemond is not the one with his virtue in question!”. you said looking at Alicent. 

“Septa Alyssa you are here dismissed from service to the crown, effective immediately, repeat whatever you saw today and we will remove your tongue”, said Alicent, and the septa could do nothing but leave the chamber in a rage

“Thank you Alicent”, you whispered

“She is but a child, we have no room for such slanders of this calamity”, she answered 

“I will speak to her today”, you assured her 

You were interrupted by the rest of the small council, ready to start today’s session.

“We have important news”, said Otto Hightower, please take your seats. 

“What has happened?”, you asked

“Corlys Velaryon was mortally wounded in his incessant fighting in the Steptones”. said Otto. You gasped

“Is he dead?”

“Not yet, but he might as well be”

“So you want to discuss his succession”, you guessed, and the uncomfortable silence in the room told you that was a yes

“Obviously we would take into account Lord Corlys’ desires, which he has made clear, but… his brother Lord Vaemond is also making a claim and has come to us, the small council, he has ground to, since Lucerys is a boy, he cannot be in command of the biggest navy”, explained Otto

“He has Princess Rhaenys by his side, I’m sure she will guide him in the right direction”. You fought, “and Daemon and Rhaenyra”

“Still, as a Velaryon, Vaemond has a right to contest the line of succession, and we are hear to listen to his claim over the Driftwood throne”, said Tyland with a petulant smile

This was a dark plot, so as you menacingly gazed upon everyone present, you found satisfied smirks in the face of Otto Hightower and Tyland Lannister. 

Lord Corlys was severely injured, he could have died… Therefore his succession was being put in question.

“Has Rhaenyra been informed on this?”, you asked then

“She is traveling as we speak”, said Tyland, “as Lord Vaemond”

“So tomorrow we will have a hearing”, sentenced Alicent

“For who is going to take the Driftwood Throne, and the leadership of the Velaryon Family”

“Lord Corlys could still make it”, whispered Alicent

“But we cannot know for sure”, responded Otto, “he has been cut in the neck, it is a miracle the Stranger hasn't take him yet”

“Very well”

“I want preparations to be made for Rhaenyra’s welcoming”, you said

“She will be received as her station dictates”, said Otto with a mocking smirk. So you frown

“I will personally make the arrangements”, you said then. You will not give them more opportunities to mock your sister. 

Rhaenyra was coming to court…  for the very first time in 6 years. Despite your best efforts to bring her back, she never returned. And you understood why, even though you still think she should be here, ruling in father’s behalf, you understood that while you were here, her line remained intact and true.

It was already night when you managed to free yourself from your responsibilities and preparations for the arrival of Rhaenyra.

You went first to see your daughter. Aemma was getting her hair brushed by her maid, so you dismiss her to brush it yourself

“Hey beautiful”, you whispered, “how was your day?”

“It was calm, actually, I sewed with Helaena, I read in the Godswood”

“What happened in the Godswood?”, you asked, and through the mirror you saw your daughter blush 

“Nothing”

“Don’t lie, the Septa came to see me”

“I don’t know why she started screaming”, she explained, “I was reading with Aemond, I had my head in his chest, but we were just reading”

“She was a bitter old women, Alicent dismissed her”, you said and she smiled

“She grabbed me so hard by my arm it bruised”, she admitted

“You will never see her again”

“Thanks”

“And Aemond?”

“He was a perfect gentlemen”

“Good”, you said, leaning in and kissing her head. 

“Mama?”

“Yes love?”

“How do you know when you love someone?”

“Do you have someone in mind when you ask me that question?” you asked

“No just, i want to know when I finally do, I guess”

“You’ll know my sweet thing”

It was past the hour of the Owl when you heard Harwin come inside the room. You know his shift ended hours ago, so he had probably been drinking in some bar, you hoped that was it.

“There is my wife!”, he purred, already naked entering the bed. He surrounded you with his big arms, his breath of beer almost numbed you

“Youa re drunk”, you grumbled

“A little bit, the captain got carried away celebrating”

“Where is my son?”, you asked, a little angry

“Sleeping in the barracks”, he laughed

“Harwin”

“He is a man of the city watch who got so drunk he threw up in his captain’s boots!”, he responded

“That is all you did?”, you asked, “got drunk?”

“Why?” he mocked, his hand got greedy, grabbing your flesh but you slapped them away

“I don’t know where you’ve been”, you answered, disgusted

“We didn’t even passed the street of silk, I promise”, he said firmly, “Didn’t have the heart to take him, we got drunk in Bald Ned’s establishment, our son is a lightweight, a little embarrassment, really”, he managed to pull a giggle out of you

“Alright then, so cuddle men husband, it’s a cold night”, and he did, hugged you against his chest

More notes: Just some family drama for you all! 😂 more coming next

Silly as it seems, there is no word for Niece in High Valyrian yet, so I made one…. “Mantala” is a mix of both words “Sister”, “mandia”, and daughter, “Tala”, like “my sister’s daughter” or something like that

I wanted to show a different Aemond, one with two other “brothers” and his extended family, and he is happy in it. He is laughing for the God’s sake. Next chapter we will have his vision of things. 

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– Lady By The Sea – bran stark x mermaid!reader It's late at night that bran Stark sees something new in the depths of his minds but he can't comprehend it until his adolescence when he almost drowns at sea – Prince of Rouge – moulin rouge au, satine!aegon targaryen x reader The year is 1899 when you enter your new city's most hailed night club and meet the mysterious Aegon. After a night of passion and lingering glances, you come to find that he has already been promised to another and a choice paints your mind. Fizzle your desires or dance in secret hallways. – Of Lances and Thorns– male!hightower x rhaenyra targaryen Rhaenyra's world stopped spinning the day her father married her best friend but when her wallowing is interrupted by the chastised older Hightower, she finds that there may be some silver amidst her grey. – The Memories – aegon targaryen x reader Aegon hadn't touched his drinks in years but when he sees your face in his nightmares, he will do anything to forget that fateful night. – A Sunset Seal – male!martell x rhaenyra targaryen Rhaenyra had never liked the thought of being used like a pawn and especially not after she meets a mysterious Dornish man who also hates the chains that marriage embraces. When they both find themselves betrothed they plan to run away together...they don't know how close they are to their very own curse – The Set-Up – male!velaryon x alicent hightower Alicent is determined to find Rhaenyra a compelling match and Y/n is determined to gift his uncle a throne. When they mutually agree to convince the Velaryon's cousin to propose to the heir of Westeros, a young Queen and Lord find their intentions swaying in the worst way. They are falling in love. – Perfect – rhaenyra targaryen x fem!tully reader smut Rhaenyra has never been more bored than when on her tour for marital prospects...but then she met that sweet red haired girl with the most sweet doe eyes. What doesn't bore her are all the stirring images her mind curates at the sight of the innocent riña in her bed. – All's Fair In Love and Enchantments – rhaenyra targaryen x witch!reader x jacaerys velaryon, it's messy When Jacaerys is sent crashing from his Dragon into a dark forest and slowly feels himself drift from this realm...until he awakens to a charming woman ensuring his health. A witch. Inviting her home is easy but it turns when he discovers this witch is not unknown to his mother and neither is her heart.

– I Think He Did It – modern helaena targaryen x reader Helaena has been your friend for a long time. She tells you everything, what she ate that morning, whether her spider Dreamfyre snuck out again or how the children are but most importantly where she suspects her husband to be spending his nights because it is most certainly not in her bed. So it is no surprise who you are suspicious of when she suddenly goes missing. – The Flower and Her Sword – rhaegar targaryen x tyrell!reader 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet' but this rose comes in danger when a certain prince suddenly grows affection for her. It is curious just how quickly a tale of beautiful maidens and entrancing tourneys can turn to one of nightmares. – Glue modern jacaerys velaryon & cregan stark x fem!reader Y/n has always been besotted with two men. She has never fallen so quickly for anyone quicker than she has for her boyfriends but they grow worried when she suddenly appears very distant...worry festers just as quickly. – My Breeze of Decay – eurydice!alicent hightower x orpheus!reader Falling in love comes easy to you, a love match unites you with a beauty of the Lands and once you are wed, you could not be more elated...until a horrible incident occurs and her fate is left with the gods. Can you travel the journey to her? – Crystals – dark!alys rivers x reader x dark!aemond targaryen smut You have been a travelling bard ever since you were young but after accidentally being left in Harrenhal, you are left at the mercy of a witch and her prince... – My One And Only, My Lifeline – band au, alicent x rhaenyra Rhaenyra has been in love with her best friend for as long as she can remember which is why she doesn't notice when the lines between platonic and romantic start to blur...maybe she isn't as infatuated with Cole as she thought she was afterall. It only takes one explosive gig to prove that. – The Study of Affection – cregan stark x reader Cregan Stark cannot say that he is used to romance which is why it is so nerve-wracking when he realises the princes expects him to court her rather than negotiate an arrangement. The lord finds himself in need of help and your nephew is more than eager to provide. – Lack of Lessons– jacaerys velaryon x reader (ft aegon targaryen) "Love comes later,, Your mother had told you - promised you - and yet you feel no love as the King's son rolls his eyes at your presence and begrudgingly takes your hand...Until a second prince catches your eye. You find yourself in lessons with his nephew as you both learn to navigate the new world you have been thrust into. – Some Seam of Regret – some thread of time part 2 – Some Ghost of Time – some thread of time prequel

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Requests are OPEN!!

Hello, lovelies!! That’s right, requests are open!! As always. I am only accepting 15 requests from each of my writing blogs. Below are the request guidelines. Please pay extra attention to those in bold!

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To Find a Bride

Fandom: ASoIaF Pairing: Fem!Ned x Rhaegar (Main), Male!Elia x Ashara, Fem!Jaime x Male!Lyanna (Side) Rating: T Summary: Rhaegar Targaryen is in need of a bride, what better place to find her than in the Tourney of Harrenhal. And as it happens, a certain Wolf-maid catches his eye and the more he knows her, the more he wants her. Words: 2435 Notes: Written for the @asoiafrarepairs‘s ‘A dream of Spring’ event. Day 7: Free Day | Fill a Prompt: Female!Ned Stark X Rhaegar Targaryen, Female!Jaime Lannister X Male!Lyanna Stark, Male!Elia Martell X Ashara Dayne. Tourney of Harrenhall, where Rhaegar has to decide who shall be his future Queen.

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Rhaegar is tired. Exhausted really. But his father has given the order, and he must comply. He needs to decide who will be his bride. It’s not a decision he takes lightly, and it’s one that he must measure well.

“Brooding again, Rhaegar?”

Arthur. Rhaegar turns, “Wouldn’t you, if you were in my place?”

Arthur grins, “No, I can think of worst things to do, then choose a woman to wed.”

“Of course you would find this amusing.”

“Marry my sister then,” Arthur shrugs. “She would make a good wife, better Queen.”

At that, Rhaegar allows himself a tiny smile. “Have you missed the fact that Prince Elio Martell courts your sister already?”

“No,” Arthur sighs, dejected. “But it was just a suggestion. I know both Lannister ladies are not a good idea, unless you want to antagonize the King. And one of the Starks, it seems that Lady Cerelle has caught the eye of the second son of Lord Stark. But then again, nothing is set on stone as of yet.”

Rhaegar nods, it had not escaped his notice. After all, he needed to know about the possible ladies as much as possible. “Indeed. But I doubt Lord Tywin would approve, he’s either hoping that I or Viserys weds either daughter. And as you say, nothing is set in stone. I can only hope for the best.”

“Speaking of Starks… My sister speaks highly of Lady Eddara. Perhaps you could get to know her?”

Rhaegar frowns, somehow, Lady Stark has managed to somewhat slip out of his mind. A mistake that he needs to fix, apparently. “Perhaps that would be a good idea,” he agrees. “I have not seen her much.”

“She’s on the shy and quiet side of things, I’m told.” Arthur gives him a pointed look. “Perhaps an invitation is in order?”

“Yes, I could speak with Lady Stark.”

“Then, I shall arrange it, but as a forewarning, she does have three brothers. And her older brother, Lord Brandon is on the protective side.”

“My thanks Arthur, and I will heed your warning.”

“Good.”

*****

Rhaegar meets Lady Eddara Stark after they have broken their fasts. Arthur and Ashara trail behind, as escorts, for which he is grateful. They follow at a respectful distance, not too far so they will be out of sight, but not close enough to eavesdrop on the conversation. And it seemed to be like Arthur was not wrong about her brothers, the three of them had been polite, but there was an edge to their words that spoke of retribution should anything happen upon their sister.

Rhaegar had no intention of hurting Lady Eddara, much less allow any harm to come to her. Eddara curtseys, greets him with a small smile, one he returns. Her eyes are deep grey, like smoke from a pyre. She’s tall, taller than other women, her hair falls mostly freely from her hair, only some pieces hold it away from her face. And her face is solemn, large and solemn. And he sees a part of himself reflected on her face.

“Have you ever visited the Riverlands before, my Lady?” Rhaegar asks. It’s a good way to start a conversation.

“I have,” Eddara replies. “I visited with Lord Hoster Tully, I wanted to meet Lady Catelyn, so my father arranged it.”

“Ah, yes, Lady Tully is promised to your brother, is that correct?”

“Aye my Prince, she is to marry Brandon soon. We will depart Harrenhal for Riverrun, in fact. We are looking forward to the wedding.”

“Then I shall endeavour to wish your lord brother good wishes on his upcoming marriage. But, tell me about yourself Lady Stark. I confess that I know little of the North, and whatever little I know, I know because of my uncle Aemon.”

Eddara smiles at him. “It shall please both Brandon and Catelyn, I think.” She dims a little. “I am not very interesting my Prince. Life in the North is not as full as excitement as I imagine life in King’s Landing is. But if you insist, then I shall tell you.”

“I do insist, my curiosity has been sparkled.”

“I read my Prince, I manage Winterfell. Have done so since my mother passed, take care of our people and my brothers. Help my father as best I can. I play the violin, I can’t sing, I’m sorry to say that I’m not a good dancer either.”

Rhaegar’s curiosity grows as he watches her talk, her serious face lights up when speaking about her life and her family. “What books do you enjoy, my Lady? I myself am quite the reader.” He frowns. “Though some dislike it.”

“It’s better to be a well read King than not, my Prince,” Eddara’s voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “And I enjoy poems, history and legends.”

Rhaegar’s head snaps towards her after her first words. That is a dangerous thing to say, he knows. “Perhaps so,” he matches her tone. “Poetry is a noble pursuit,” this time his voice returns to a normal tone. “And history must be learned, I do admit to liking the legends myself.”

Eddara gives him a tiny smile. “I have always thought that legends must have a smidge of truth, do you not think so, my Prince? Else, how could they come to be?”

Intriguing, Eddara Stark is intriguing. “Indeed.”

*****

Rhaegar himself is not much of a dancer, he dances because he must. So he walks towards Lady Ashara and requests a dance, she curtseys and obliques, but he does not miss the baleful glare both Martell princes send his way. Elio and Oberyn are twins in all but birthwater, it would do ill to antagonize them, but, he must on this occasion.

Lady Ashara is sweet and kind, regales him with tales of Dorne and of her and Arthur’s childhood, she praises his singing and he thanks her. They continue to speak while they dance, and when the music stops he bows and returns her towards her table.

Rhaegar also dances with Lady Cerelle Lannister, earning a glare from Lyan Stark. Cerelle continues to look back, almost as if she were looking for her sister. Lady Cersei’s face is smiling, but it does not reach her eyes.

Then, Rhaegar dances with Lady Cersei and she preens. He pretends not to notice, Lady Cersei sings his praises, carries herself with pride, but he dislikes the edge of smugness that hides in her voice. The song ends and he returns her to her table, Lady Cersei is almost reluctant to let go.

Lastly, Rhaegar requests a dance from Lady Eddara, she bows and takes his offered hand. “I must warn you my Prince,” Eddara says. “I am not the best dancer, so I beg your forgiveness in advance should I step on you.”

Rhaegar shakes his head. “Forgiveness is not necessary, my Lady. Accidents happen, but I am told I am a good dancer, perhaps I could teach you.”

“Then, I’d be honored to have such an excellent tutor.”

The music starts again and Rhaegar begins to lead, “Tell me my lady, what was it like to grow with brothers?”

Eddara’s face lightens and her eyes sparkle. “They were terrors my Prince. Absolute terrors, but I love them dearly, I can’t imagine my life without them. Once they decided to band against me, I was pelted with snowballs. Fortunately, some of our men got in and helped me to pay them back in turn.”

At the end of Eddara’s tale, there is laughter in her voice and Rhaegar finds that he likes the sound. He wishes he could hear her laugh out loud. “That seems hardly fair, three against one.”

“It wasn’t,” Eddara replies, laughter making her eyes sparkle. “But the reprimand that they got from our father was worth the cold.”

“Then I am glad. And see my Lady, you are dancing quite well.”

Eddara blushes. “Perhaps because my Prince leads so well.”

At the end of the song, Rhaegar finds himself reluctant to let her go.

But sees Lady Cerelle dancing with Lord Lyan Stark. And Ashara Dayne has not parted with Prince Elio. Things were interesting now.

*****

Rhaegar’s curiosity about Eddara Stark has only grown. He sees glimpses of an iron hidden underneath a calm exterior, she might lack her brothers fire, but her intellect more than makes up for it. And he knows because he has been able to speak with her more, he will admit to go out of his way to do so. He has no regrets. And at her insistence, he calls her Eddara. Ned doesn’t suit her much, even if she insists she doesn’t mind.

Once, full of curiosity, Rhaegar asked, “What would you do, Lady Eddara if two of your bannermen were arguing and wanted your judgement?”

Eddara looks at him, then blink surprised. She doesn’t answer immediately, instead she thinks for a moment. Rhaegar doesn’t rush her. “Well,” Eddara starts. “I might travel to the lords, but I would take a pair of servants with me.”

“And why is that?”

“Lords can twist words, say something that is not true. But servants talk to each other, and the Lords tend to ignore them, so I would have my servants listen and talk, hear what has been said on both sides of the issue and then make my judgement.”

Rhaegar is impressed. “Cleverly thought, Eddara.”

“Thank you my Prince.” Eddara blushes. “I try to learn from my lord father. He has taught us all, even me.”

“Then Lord Stark is a better man than most.”

*****

“Tell me about your Godswoods Eddara, I have never seen one as grand as Winterfell’s sound to be.”

“It’s quite big, my Prince.” No matter how hard Rhaegar has tried, he has not managed to make her call him Rhaegar. It’s her manners, he knows. But it’s vexing. “The Heart Tree is large, unlike any other here in the South, it’s face carved and almost sorrowful, the red sap gives it a gnarly air, but I like it. The woods are dark and there is a pond near the Tree, there’s a certain something there I can’t quite place. It almost feels like magic, truly it’s… magnificent.”

The ends of Rhaegar’s lips curl upwards. It’s always quite pleasant hearing Eddara speak of Winterfell, the North and her family. She truly comes alive during those particular topics. “Lord Brandon said it was grand, but you make me want to see it.”

“Perhaps one day my Prince will visit Winterfell, I shall endeavour to show the Godswoods to you.”

“Perhaps one day, Eddara, perhaps one day.”

*****

“Have you made up your mind?” Arthur asks one eve, after they have retired. “Because you seem quite taken with Lady Stark.”

“She’s different.”

“Different good?”

“Quite.” Rhaegar answers easily. “She’s quite… something. I like her.”

“I know,” Arthur says, a smug look to his face. “And people have noticed. Yes, you have danced and spoken to several ladies, and yet, you seek Lady Stark outside of formal obligations.” 

“She’s head and shoulder above all others.”

“Then it sounds like you’ve made up your mind Rhaegar. Oh Lord Tywin will be displeased. And so will Lady Cersei.”

Rhaegar’s mouth twitches. “They will indeed. But it seems that Lady Cerella is quite taken with Lord Lyan.”

“Indeed. They seem inseparable.”

“Lord Tywin will be most displeased.”

Rhaegar resists the urge to laugh. 

******

Rhaegar dons his armor for the joust. Prize in mind, he squares his shoulders and readies himself. He’s got a lot of competition to win if he’s to crown Eddara.

One by one, his opponents fall. Each one drawing him closer to victory. Until only Brandon Stark and Ser Barristan are left. Brandon falls easily enough, Ser Barristan is harder to beat, but in the end, he triumphs. Waves to the cheering crowd and takes the crown of blue roses. 

Rhaegar can almost hear everyone hold their breaths.

And Rhaegar looks for Eddara, finds her sitting next to Brandon and Lyan, close enough to the arena that should not be a problem for him to give her the crown. He spurs his horse forward until he’s standing in front of Eddara. “My Lady,” he says as he offers the crown. “For you.”

Eddara blushes fiercely, but takes the crown. “You honor me, my Prince.”

Rhaegar ignores the glares he’s getting from both Brandon and Lyan, and simply smiles at Eddara, “Not half of what you deserve.”

*****

“With respect, your Grace,” Brandon’s voice is cold. “What exactly do you intend with my sister?”

Rhaegar should be offended, but he isn’t. He’s been expecting this. “To ask your Lord father for her hand in marriage.”

Brandon is left speechless. His eyes widen and his mouth falls open. Moves his lips but no words come forward. “I - well.”

Rhaegar bites down a smile. It’s almost hard to believe how easy smiles come to him now, especially when it comes to Eddara. “I mean that Lord Stark. The King has graciously granted me the leave to pick my bride. And I have chosen your sister. I sent a raven to your father two days ago.”

“If that’s the case,” Brandon pulls himself up to his full height. “Then, allow me to be an elder brother and say this: If you hurt her, you deal with me.”

“Then, rest assured that I will not do so.”

“I’ll hold you to that, your Grace.”

“I expect nothing less.”

*****

Rhaegar hears from Arthur that Elio is formally courting Ashara now. And he knows that Lyan has written to his father about Cerelle’s hand. He wishes both couples luck, to Elio and Ashara to their faces. To Lyan and Cerelle in his head.

*****

Before they have to part ways, Rhaegar makes sure to speak with Eddara once more. “I have already sent a letter to your lord father, and the King. If they agree, our betrothal will be announced soon.”

Eddara, nods solemn. “Then I hope all goes well.”

Rhaegar squeezes her hand, “Do not fear, Eddara, I doubt my father would have an objection. And I would think that Lord Stark would at least consider it.”

*****

Three weeks after Brandon and Catelyn’s wedding, Eddara is summoned to King’s Landing. Rhaegar goes and receives her, drawing her into his arms. Around them, the commons whisper, he finds that he does not care.

Lady Eddara Stark is received with all the honors she deserves. And the night of her arrival, during the feast, King Aerys announces their betrothal. Rhaegar kisses his bride-to-be softly, and smiles at her blush.

Around them, people cheer.

[malereader-inserts]

If Not For You

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Cersei Lannister x Male!Targaryen!Reader Summary: A tale of what if, a tale of being loved like one should be Word Count: 1,461 A/n: This is a complete AU and suddenly Cersei is nice-ish, what if Jaime becomes the rude twin whereas Cersei becomes the considerate one? 

“(Y/n) is a fine young lord.”

She hears that way too often that she’s resorted to scoffing, she was promised Rhaegar and comes betrothed to the second son. It wasn’t that she wanted the prince soon to be king, but she’s seen how pretty Rhaegar was, a fine prince of twenty.

“Be glad, sister dearest,” Jaime murmured, “At least (Y/n) is around our age.”

Age didn’t matter to Cersei, so be it that she was thirteen and the prince was seven years older. Cersei could tell that there was a bitter tone in Jaime’s voice, she paid no attention to it when she was more focused about being married to the middle child of the dragon children.

She did not know what you had looked like, all she could think that you were probably the least attractive man in all of the realm. She hadn’t heard tales of you in war, though there were few, she didn’t felt there was greatness to be bestowed to you. 

She was very bitter about everything, she was promised Rhaegar.

And yet, when she stood at the front of her home standing by her father and her two brothers she hears you coming from the distant, grimacing at your boyish behaviour as she could hear a melodic laughter in the wind. Then, in came you in her view. 

You were quite the man.

Riding in upon your black horse, your white hair sharp as snow with vibrant violet eyes that could glare daggers if need be. Your hair was long, like traditional Targaryen men, carefully braided. She noticed the dragon sigil on your armour and a charming smile. 

She scoffs.

She hates to admit, you were prettier than your brother, more handsome more attractive. Perhaps, it was a blessing that you were closer in age, two years age gap as she found herself smiling at you when you approached her.

Jaime doesn’t miss her rosy cheek as you kiss her knuckles before addressing the rest of the family.

“Your grace,” Tywin addressed you, causing you to look over to him, Cersei noticed how the first time in years her father looked thrilled.

You were tall, there were muscles under your armour - she could tell, fifteen years old and you were already fighting battles were as Jaime was rolling his eyes, you weren’t special.

“Ah, Lord Tywin!” You greeted, nodding his way before looking at the boys, “And you two just be Jaime and Tyrion.”

“Yes, your grace,” Jaime nods, standing at full height, he couldn’t help but noticed how you much taller than him.

“I’ll be seeing more of you in Kings Landing,” You continue whilst Jaime seethes when you’re far too happy, “Your father tells me you are to join the King’s Guard once you finish rank to knighthood.”

Cersei looks at her twin then back at you, she adored Jaime. She wanted to continue to adoring him, but one look at you he was nothing compared to you. So, when she sees her twin look at you with a glare, that you’ve promptly ignored, she tries to hate you.

She really does, but with your kind nature, she can’t help not to.

“I despised you.”

“I’m aware,” You say, half asleep and slowly falling further asleep before jerking away when you felt a hand slap you on the chest, “What is it, dearest wife?”

“I was speaking to you,” Cersei hisses at you, she leaned her chin against your shoulder, “I despised you.”

You crack open one eye open to stare at her, to find her smiling at you fondly. Her fingers softly dancing across your scars from the rebellion. The rebellion had been a few months and you had been married to Cersei for three years now. Your father murdered by her brother whilst you and your brother Rhaegar fought side by side at the Trident.

The two of you had participated in the murder of Robert Baratheon. Leaving Rhaegar to be king, he had a coronation and suddenly he was a single father nursing the child of Lyanna Stark. News had spread fast about Lyanna and Rhaegar, the secret marriage and the son that was born. 

“No, you didn’t,” You softly say, bringing your hand to move a fallen hair back behind her ear, “Your brother despised me.”

“He was jealous,” 

“You were rude,” Cersei smacks your forehead, “Ow!”

You wince in pain at the violent hit, rubbing your temple as Cersei rolls her eyes before placing a soft kiss where she had struck you.

“Is that how you treat your wife?” She teased, interlocking her hand with yours, “What will happen to Jaime?”

“Rhaegar wants him executed for treason,” You explained, as Cersei’s face falls flat, “I have convinced my brother that Jaime should be sent to the wall, I don’t think I have ever seen your father more relieved by the news.”

“My brother has never been smart,”

“Perhaps,” You hummed, as Cersei rest her head against you as you bring your arm around her, “Though, between us, murdering my father was the smartest thing he has done.”

Cersei starts to sink in relaxation to your touch, your finger tracing circles on her upper arm. She never expected to fall in love with you.

“I love you (Y/n).”

“I’m aware.”

“They’ll get married, won’t they?”

You looked over to Cersei, many years had passed and yet she was surprised to find herself still infatuated with you. You turn to look at her with a gleam in your eyes. 

“Aegon and Daenerys will learn to love each other,” You murmured, looking at the children who were both five years of age, “Family tradition, to keep our line pure.”

Rhaegar looking dishevelled after looking after Aegon whilst you were responsible in aiding the parenting of your younger siblings Viserion and Daenerys.

“And yet, you’ll be sending them to Essos? Why?” Cersei asked, questioningly.

“Rumours of Roberts’ brothers, Stannis and Renley are trying to declare war on our house. Sending my two younger siblings to Essos and Aegon to the North is the best course of action,” You says, looking over to her, “And you will find yourself home, back on Dragonstone.”

“I will not be-”

“Cersei, my dearest lion,” You speak with affection, caressing her cheek, “you may not be a damsel in distress, but I need my wife and my children safe.”

“And you’ll be here?” She asked, thumbing the fabric on your shoulder, “With your brother?”

“He’s my brother and we are stronger together. I fear Jaime may come back to pledge loyalty to the Baratheons and-”

“Kill him,” Cersei answers, without thinking before nodding her confirmation, “My brother would do anything to steal me away, I rather stay with you, I’d do whatever you want me to.”

“Then protect our children,” You insisted, a boyish grin she had learnt to love appearing, “Little Jaehaerys is very excited to be an older brother.”

You turn to cast your eyes to see your son, a year younger than your sister and his cousin, play with the rest of the children. You looked at Cersei, pregnant with your second child.

“The baby will be a princess,” You announced smugly.

“Perhaps, I’ll be allowed to name her this time.”

“Jaehaerys is a better name than Joffery,” You retaliated back, disgust evident when you say the name she had suggested. 

“Myrcella,” Cersei had decided as you smile, nodding.

“Princess Myrcella Targaryen,” You say, fond of the name, “You’ve convinced me with your common names.”

“It’s not-!” She paused to see your teasing smile and amused eyes, “I wonder why I agreed to marry you.”

“You didn’t agree, you were forced,” You reminded her, “You’re lucky I had my eyes set on you when you visited Kingslanding when you were twelve and I was fourteen. Imagine marrying Robert Baratheon and act as a common whore.”

“Then, the realm would be a different place,”

“Aye, my lion, aye it will be,” You agreed, before tugging her to talk to your brother, “Be merry before we part, be in the children’s lives before we go back to our duties.”

Cersei looks at the dark-haired heir and her sister-in-law, who was very beautiful even at the age of five, playing with her little boy whilst the other middle child, Viserion was sitting about glaring. She takes in the moment and found herself incredibly lucky.

She would hate to think about a different ending to Robert’s rebellion, she was happy where she was. She wanted power when she was younger, but she found herself content - she may not be queen but she was a princess by marriage, and that was good enough for her.

“I love you, my dragon.”

“And I love you, my dearest lion.”

[divine17]

↳ NIGHTBIRD I | MASTERLIST

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Request: “Could you write something about y/n being Robert and cersei’s true born daughter who will be queen? But she doesn’t want the throne and escapes to live with the dothraki, and takes a liking to Jorah and falls in love with him?” - Anon

& the general fandom desire for more Jorah x reader smut

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Baratheon!Lannister!Reader, reader is meant to be the future Queen of Westeros, slightly modified royal inheritance laws, timeline might be a little muddled (it’s been a very long time since I watched season one), reader gets injured (non-life threatening) and receives the Dothraki’s version of medical care, mentions of violence related to injury, kissing/making out, light ~romantic~ vibes if you squint, this is also probably the cheesiest thing i’ve ever written but i love it a lot & is very on brand for jorah

Word Count: 3,407

A/N: I slightly modified the inheritance laws for royals. Normally, Y/N would completely be skipped over in favor for her male younger siblings and wouldn’t be in the line of succession at all. And Tommen would inherit Storm’s End. Oof sexism 

Part two can be found here xx. This post will be updated with the link to the third and final part when it’s posted.

Of course Jorah had heard of the Forgotten Princess. Who hadn’t? Untrue to her moniker, it seemed as if everyone in Westeros had heard of her legend, at the very least. She was certainly not forgotten as her title had claimed. Princess (Y/N) of Houses Baratheon and Lannister, First of Her Name. Forgotten Princess, Trueborn and Rightful Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm. Lady of Storm’s End and Lady Paramount of the Stormlands, too, upon her father’s death.

She grew inside the lady Lannister’s belly for what had felt like forever to most. Smallfolk, royals and family alike all eagerly awaited the arrival of the Queen’s first child. Especially with the Maester having predicted they were expecting a prince. Robert was over the moon to have fathered the future King that his wife carried.

When Cersei gave birth, she was shocked to see the dark haired babe that she held in her arms. The princess had fair skin and rosy cheeks, hair much darker than her own golden Lannister locks, and a pair of striking blue eyes to match her pure Baratheon appearance. Her mother studied her face as she grew, looking for any semblance to her other three children that she later birthed... And it wasn’t until she was a young lady that Y/N showed any signs of being a Lannister at all. But by the time she was thirteen, she had become a tall and regal, beautiful princess much like her mother was at that age. Yet, she was fiery. Her calm-yet-dangerous temper and witty remarks (you can thank uncles Jaime and Tyrion for that, respectively) reminded many folk of Cersei herself. But Cersei did not feel the same way towards her eldest daughter. Y/N was a spitting image of Robert, and only reminded her of her hatred and disgust for the man. Had she been Jaime’s... Things would have been different, and maybe she would have loved her the same as her other three children. But she did not. She was a cruel reminder of what was supposed to be.

By the age of seventeen, the princess had been promised to one of Ned Stark’s boys. She was to marry Robb, his eldest son, and become Lady Y/N Baratheon of Winterfell, made to go live up in the North with her new beau. A union intended to once again tie houses Baratheon and Stark closely together after the unfortunate ends of Lyanna, the lady who was promised to Robert himself, and her children with Rhaegar Targaryen. Her father and Ned were overjoyed about this union, their conversations and ravens sent back and forth seemingly neverending. 

But the wedding bells never rung, and the ravens ceased.

On the eve of her eighteenth nameday, it was discovered that Y/N was gone. It is commonly said that she had stolen some of her uncle’s gold dragons, a sizable amount, and caught a ship that was setting sail for the East. Into the night, she disappeared, never to be seen again.

Many people had many theories about her sudden disappearance. Did someone kill her, and that was the Crown’s attempt at covering it up? If not, then who helped her? And where did she go? Some pointed the finger at her father, and some at her mother for helping her plan her escape. Some even thought she may have pulled it off by herself. Most believed her to have fled to the Free Cities. That’s where any and all disgraced or exiled Westerosi seem to end up eventually, at some point or another.

The King offered a hefty reward for her safe return back to King’s Landing.. One thousand gold dragon coins for her to arrive back in the capital alive and well, unharmed. Any man, woman or child would kill for even a small portion of those coins, and Robert knew that, but the reward was a loss, producing no real leads to Y/N’s whereabouts. Their search began to slow after the first week of her absence, and by time time she had reached the winding shores of Essos, people had started to give up hope for her return. 

The truth is, she went to Varys in the night and pleaded to him. Begged him to help her escape the city, the rules and the royalty. Y/N did not want to be queen, nor did she want to marry Robb Stark and have his dark-haired Northerner children. She didn’t want any of it. She confessed that she wanted to leave, to renounce her titles and claim to the Iron Throne and leave that life behind in favor of a new one in Essos. A quieter life full of adventure and pleasure, one that held a stark contrast to the one she lived then.

Just like she had hoped, the eunuch understood and agreed to help her, presenting her with options. A silent life as a prostitute or tradeswoman in Qaarth working in a bustling brothel or market, a independent sellsword traveling the Free Cities, or to travel the Dothraki Sea with Drogo’s Khalasar, Jorah the Andal by her side. She certainly did not want to be a prostitute nor had anything to trade, and she wasn’t sure her swordsmanship skills were well enough to be a mercenary. But traveling, having a fellow Westerner to talk to... That didn’t sound so bad. And so she chose the latter.

Now, it had been three months since your self-inflicted exile. You had settled into the Khalasar quite nicely. The new Khaleesi and yourself had formed a friendship of sorts. She protected you from her brother and the curious Dothraki fighters who were eager to have you on their cocks. A fair and firey Westerosi girl was a status symbol to most, you’d been told. Jorah had started to teach you their language, something Daenerys hadn’t quite yet grasped herself. You had earned your own tent and started to train with one of the Ko’s, who was eager to see the small Western girl learn to wield a spear and an arakh after she became accustomed to a sword.

Jorah sat in his tent at a makeshift desk, a small and blank scroll before him. A leather bag of wine to his left, and an ink pot to his right. A quill in his shaking hand, he began to pen his monthly correspondence to Varys. He shouldn’t do this anymore. He shouldn’t spy anymore. He knew this was treason to the Khal. It was wrong, so very wrong... But he wanted to return to Bear Island. That was his goal. He had to keep reminding himself of his home.

“Jorah?” 

He put the feather quill down, looking behind him. You stood at the entrance of his tent, your tunic and pants bloodied, from what he wasn’t sure. Jorah leapt from his seat as you stepped closer to him, holding your arm out for him to see. A rather large gash laid open across the flesh, a nasty wound, even by the former Knight’s standards.

“I’ve been hurt.” You said blankly. Jorah was at a loss for words at how little you seemed to be in pain, how casual you spoke. Anyone else he knew would be on the dirt crying right now. 

“I can see that... Come here.” He sighed, opening a small wooden box beside his bed. He pulled out a small roll of cloth and a jar of some sort of ointment. You weren’t exactly sure what it was. “Sit down, princess.” 

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?” You said, annoyance dripping through your tone. “That’s not me, just as you are not a Knight anymore.”

He laughed at your comparison as he sat next to you, taking your arm and letting it lay on his lap. “A princess first in line line to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and a mere Knight are quite different, Y/N. What happened to you?”

You winced as he touched the sensitive skin surrounding the cut, his fingers tracing over the area. “I was sparring with one of ko Jhaqo’s men again. I think maybe I should learn to use an arakh. My sword was no match for his weapon.”

Jorah sighed. “Yes, I suppose you should.”

“Not sure whether it was my lousy swordsmanship or the sword itself. Time will tell, I suppose... Will I be okay?” You asked, looking up at his eyes. An ocean of deep blue, they were beautiful. Sadness lurked behind your reflection. He looked back down at the wound, and back up at you with uncertainty.

“It needs to be sewn up. It won’t heal properly if I mend it with cloth.” He said lightly, placing your arm back onto your lap. Jorah stood in front of you before handing you the square of cloth before turning to the exit. “Wait here and hold this over the wound. I’ll be back.” 

He left before you could say another word, exiting the tent and disappearing into the darkness outside. You sat on his bed and waited for what felt like hours, staring down at your arm and wondering what he was off doing. You couldn’t quite understand why he had left you so suddenly and without many words. Jorah didn’t usually leave you alone, either. He was secretly, or not so secretly, worried about one of the Dothrak cornering you, barely able to speak and understand their tongue and nearly defenseless. 

Jorah eventually entered the tent again, but this time, he had two small women quietly trailing behind him. You recognized one of the girls as one of the Khaleesi’s closest servants, and assumed the other was too. The one you didn’t recognize carried a small pouch on her hip, her hand resting atop it. 

“They’re here to help you.” He said, turning to them. He began to speak in the Dothraki tongue, saying words you didn’t understand at all. Albeit you knew maybe a handful of useful sentences, your knowledge of the language was... Lacking. But he was teaching you, slowly but surely. They spoke back softly before both of them came to sit on either side of you on the bed. The familiar one tapped your arm, gesturing for you to let her see. She gasped slightly upon seeing the cut, mumbling something in her own language at the other girl. She responded, hushed.

“What are they saying?” You asked, growing more and more nervous by the second. 

“She said it’s a bad injury, but she can fix it.” He came to kneel in front of you, watching the women work as they prepared. “Her name is Allayi. That’s Ikhi. Mae ajjin Qothi.”

“Kisha tikh rhellaya, Qothi.”

You nodded, your gaze dropping back to the girl’s, who you now knew was named Ikhi, hands. She reached into her bag, pulling out a large cloth. She placed it under your arm before pulling out a curved needle and thick, coarse string. She threaded the needle and laid it on her lap, once more reaching into her bag to pull out a small bottle of dark brown liquid. She looked over at Jorah again, and began speaking.

“Jin tikh vo tikh davra. Qafat, tat vo tikh lavakh.” She said lightly, pointing to Jorah’s hand. “Mae qorraya, yeri. Anha tikh tat ajjin.”

“She’s going to pour the bottle over your arm. It’s going to hurt. She... She said it might be best if you hold my hand until it is over, and try not to scream.” His voice got quieter as he spoke, shyer than normal. You held out the hand of your unharmed side, and he took it into his own, gently. With another deep breath in, you nodded at Allayi.

“Fuck! Oh Gods!” You quietly exclaimed, your eyes growing wide at the burning sensation that flooded your limb as she doused the injury with whatever liquid was inside the bottle. Squeezing Jorah’s hand, you tried to relax as she showed you the needle. Ikhi held the skin together as Allayi’s steady hand began to push the needle through. More swears fell from your lips in a hushed whisper as you tried your best to be quiet. Once more as the pushed the needle through, again, and again, and again until finally, she was finished. She tied the end in a neat little knot before slicing the remaining string off with a small knife. Allayi then began to wrap the section with a thin linen, suturing the end shut snugly to form a cuff, a bandage of sorts. She repeated her actions once more, forming a second layer. She closed the two together before tucking everything back into her bag, standing from the bed. Ikhi followed her every move.

Jorah spoke to them once more, still holding your hand in his without much thought. They nodded together, Ikhi smiling. 

“How do I tell them thank you?” You asked, looking over at the pair of girls.

“There is no word for thank you in Dothraki, princess.”

“Oh...” You said lightly, looking back down at your now-fixed arm. How were you supposed to make this up to them? Before you could think about it, he dismissed them, and they left the tent without further conversation. You watched them, getting a peak at the outside. They had blown out the camp’s torches for the night, meaning it was rather late. The party was over and it was calm now. 

You stood from the bed, coming to stand in front of him. “It’s late now.” You observed. “I’ll get going back to mine, I’m sorry for keeping you awake.”Jorah turned towards you, grabbing your non-injured arm. He turned your body towards him gently, meeting your gaze. Without much thought, he began to lean down to meet your lips. And before you yourself had even realized it, you had begun to kiss him back, your hand softly trailing up his waist and to his neck, pulling his taller figure down further to you.

After a moment, he pulled away. He was obviously shocked at what he’d just done, beginning to slowly back away from you, almost knocking over everything on his desk in the process. He’d just kissed Robert Baratheon’s daughter, the forgotten princess, and he liked it… Well, saying he liked it was an understatement. God, he loved it. More than anyone he’d ever kissed before.

“I’m sorry, princess. I don’t know what came over me.” He apologized, removing his hand from your body. He opened his mouth to speak again, but quickly closed it, utterly unsure of what to say until he simply apologized again.

You interrupted his apologetic rambling by saying his own name with a certain sharp tone. He quickly shut up, staring over you. Suddenly, it was your turn to find yourself at a loss for words, having completely forgotten what you were going to say once you’d gotten his attention once more. And so you said the first thing that came to your mind. “I liked that.”

He smiled slightly, taking a step forward to be in front of you again. His hand met your waist as he looked down at you. “Are you saying you want me to kiss you again?”

You nodded, pulling his head down to meet your lips once more. His lips were soft and sweet, much to your surprise. Jorah’s hand fell down to your thinly clothed ass, squeezing slightly. You gasped, half-laughing and half-shocked at his bold nature, opening your mouth just enough for him to slip his tongue between your lips. He tasted nice, like the wild summertime strawberries on your tongue. Your hand came to meet his cheek, gently resting against his scruffy beard for a moment before moving to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer.

You moaned against him, a breathy whine into his mouth as you pulled away, beginning to catch your breath from the intense kiss. The two of you stood there, foreheads pressed together, eyes closed and simply taking in each other’s presence for what felt like an eternity. But you nor Jorah minded at all.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since we met.” You confessed. A smirk crossed Jorah’s lips as he let out a small laugh.

“Me too, princess.”

“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that, Ser-Lord Jorah Mormont?” It was your turn to laugh as you corrected him, using his own very much so stripped titles against him. He simply smiled for a moment before pulling away.

“Stay the night with me, here. Please?” He asked. His offer was irresistible as you stared into his baby blue eyes, so full of lust and passion. All for you. You nodded slightly in agreeance, letting yourself relax slightly. You began to take off your skirt that laid over your trousers, realizing you were still wearing the blood-soaked clothing from when you were hurt.

Jorah immediately moved across the room, opening a small bag that laid on the floor of the tent. He dug around for a moment before producing a dark blue blouse, handing it to you. “Here, love. It’ll be a little big, but…”

“Thank you.” You said lightly, a thin smile on your lips. You began to unlace your leather tunic before sliding it off and laying it on the table beside you. Then, your quick hands began to untie your top. Your hands shook slightly as you looked back up at Jorah, who still stood before you. He gave you a questioning, curious look for a moment before his hands came to rest on your waist, his fingers toying with the hem of your top. You nodded, lifting your arms above your head as he began to pull the top off of you.

His breath hitched when he saw what lied underneath, his mouth dry and at a loss for words. God, you were beautiful. He couldn’t find the right words to express his amazement and awe and utter breathlessness as he stared at your chest for a moment as you lowered your arms, saving the image in his head for a later time. Next, he reached for the top that he had given you, straightening it out and sliding your head through the top, pushing your arms through the sleeves. He was right. The top was much too big, hanging off of your shoulders loosely as the neckline remained untied. Jorah took a step back from you, simply admiring your beauty.

Even now, in this dim candlelight and in a dusty old tent in the middle of the hot and noisy Dothraki Sea, surrounded by savages and killers alike… He couldn’t keep his mind off of you. You were so beautiful, even like this. Once again he found himself at a complete loss of words, his heady foggy and unable to hold a clear thought. Jorah had never found himself like this. He was a clear and concise man, succinct in every since of the word. And yet, whenever he was around you, his mind fell blank. He struggled to find the correct words that he needed, having a difficult time speaking in his usual manner. 

You couldn’t help but smile a little as he glanced over you. It was such a stark contrast from his usual state. Almost formal, in an odd way, and serious with a hint of softness and affection. But now, as you looked into his bright blue eyes, a certain sweetness,a seductiveness, seemed to lurk behind them. It looked good on him.

Suddenly, the two of you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of two men hurling themselves past the tent, a heavy groan coming from one of them as they passed by. It wasn’t unusual to hear a fight break out, especially as the night grows darker and closer to morning. Jorah took a step towards the bed, silently thanking his lucky stars that he had fixed it when he woke up earlier in the morning.

It wasn’t long until the two of you found yourselves laying on the barely comfortable mattress. You curled into his chest, much to his surprise and pleasure, while his strong arms wrapped around your body. He pulled you tight against his warmth, and it was only then that the two of you fell sound asleep, grateful to finally be in each other’s arms. 

[thousandeyesand-one]

S08E01

Ok so here's where D&D suck. They try to create an "open to interpretation" kind of scenario with most female characters, arya is definitely there but nobody is given a hard time over it more than Daenerys. They never explain or make her explain the why's & how's, because they want daenerys to be the "bad ass dragon queen whose impulse has given the show it's many epic cinematic moments"

GRRM does something quite similar too. He writes characters as faulted as human beings are supposed to be, he likes to conflict a reader's mind in the most tiring way possible. He said afterall he believes Faulkner's words "The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself".

He makes his character do an action/say some words that more or likely they HAD to. But then he introduces the consequences of the said action/words while at the same time he gives a reason & understanding of why such a hard decision was made/tough words were used. GRRM creates conflict in such a way that it is upto YOU. The Reader, to decide for themselves what they make of the situation. Which ultimately means it's only one's assumption to choose to believe the character was wrong because you choose to ignore the reason behind their action/words. While the one's who support the character chooses to accept the character not only with the reason behind the action/words but also with the consequences of it.

Your "hate" towards daenerys is just YOUR assumption, your villainization of daenerys is just YOUR assumption, your degradation of daenerys's efforts & experiences is just YOUR assumption. Not the actual story definitely not the author's intent.

The scene where daenerys takes the unsullied is the most bad-ass, jaw dropping & inspiring scene centered on a female character ever. When it dropped I remember GA being taken by how "bad-ass" she is. But now I see haters using Astaphor as a "brutality" condoned by daenerys. All because the show never cared to reflect upon a deeper more sympathetic thought process behind doing what she did. While tge book reading haters like I said above choose to ignore her reason & only care about the consequences.

Tv Show: "we never really get this sense .. of her capacity for cruelty. They are surrounded by people who are terrible people but haven't done anything to her personally. It's interesting to me how the sphere of her empathy widens the sphere of her cruelty widens as well."

-Dan Weiss ( X )

Books:

"I was alone for a long time, Jorah. All alone but for my brother. I was such a small scared thing. Viserys should have protected me, but instead he hurt me and scared me worse. He shouldn't have done that. He wasn't just my brother, he was my king. Why do the gods make kings and queens, if not to protect the ones who can't protect themselves?"

"Some kings make themselves. Robert did."

"He was no true king," Dany said scornfully. "He did no justice. Justice . . . that's what kings are for."

– Daenerys III ASOS

The show never showed this side of daenerys's story GRRM is literally giving a reason behind what she is doing at Astaphor while in the future books you get the consequences of those actions, THAT'S HOW YOU CREATE AN INTERNAL CONFLICT IN A READER (&/or) VIEWER.

What D&D do with dany all the time is leave her reasons behind & only show her actions & the consequences. Which over time lead everyone to believe she is descending into some form of madness, that she is an entitled power hungry monarch & that she is actually being a villain! Ignoring the fact that D&D draw inspiration for the show from a book series whose author treats all of his characters in a conflicting manner. 

Something like that happened in s08e01. Am not talking about the s@nsa vs daenerys situation. I think it's a call back to Alaric Stark & Queen Alysanne Targaryen's relations. Alaric Stark was known to be cold & hard towards Queen Alysanne at first but eventually softened towards her in time being as he got to know her more. S@nsa stans don't need a reason to hate on daenerys so this storyline was like a gift to them to continue that petty hate.

No matter what their relationship prospers into I have to say s@nsa was being unnecessarily rude towards daenerys. Alaric Stark actually had a reason to be cold towards the Targaryens, his brother died defending the wall against a mutiny caused by some prisoners King Jaehaerys had sent to the wall. But there is nothing that daenerys did to harm the Starks?! S@nsa herself has no reason to hold a grudge towards daenerys or the Targaryens. The northern lords are being a bunch of ignorant fucks still dwelling on the politics of the past that which a "smart" person would overlook given the state of emergency they are in. Instead s@nsa is using that ignorance to incite more segregation in Winterfell. Knowing well that the wall was breached she is treating the dragons as a burden when girl! they are your best defence against the undead one that Night King controls. S@nsa might be smart but right now she is not acting smart!

Regarding the matter of food, I don't think s@nsa understands the level of danger that the oncoming army of the dead possesses against the living. Alaric Stark was judgemental of Queen Alysanne & the party that travelled with her because she wasn't necessarily there to defend Winterfell against anything, she was there on one of the many royal progression's that the king & queen did all over the kingdoms. But daenerys isn't here on some progress she is here to stand her armies beside the North men & Knights of the Vale in the fight. It is S@nsa's duty as the Lady of Winterfell to arrange for the food & other commodities for perhaps the greatest alliance northerners have.

I don't much tread into the doylism aspect of things but the way s@nsa said that she didn't account for the dothraki & the unsullied did she mean she was expecting Jon to die in the south? Because there was only two ways Jon's southern trip would go he might return with allies hence more mouths to feed or he might die. That sure don't sound all that smart of a deduction though!

When daenerys said "whatever they want" she defended her children reminds me of how everyone used to tell the direwolves don't belong inside the castle walls but out in the wild but the stark kids defended them anyways. Daenerys did the same thing too she defended her magical wild beasts who, just like the direwolves are dangerous & different.

Daenerys expecting respect from sansa isn't entitlement, Jon is S@nsa's king & daenerys is Jon's Queen. By that it is a certain decency to give daenerys that respect. In inside the episode video David nutter & Sophie say that s@nsa wants daenerys to know that this is HER home??! I mean daenerys doesn't want her home she wants your respect, she has a home it's called Dragonstone!

“No man has ever died from bending his knee,” her father had once told her.

“He who kneels may rise again, blade in hand. He who will not kneel stays dead, stiff legs and all.”

-the Kings Prize ADWD

I just can't wait until s@nsa softens upto daenerys like Alaric did towards Alysanne. So people can actually focus on other more important things in the storyline.

Then about the reaction Sam had when he learnt about his father & brother's death.. THAT WAS ABSURD. He clearly wasn't that sad when he learned of randyll's death but his brother's death affected him most. Which reminds me of a quote..

He wondered whether Dickon would shed a tear for his brother who died in the snow, somewhere off beyond the edge of the world. Why should he? A coward’s not worth weeping over.

-Samwell I, ASOS.

Do it now. Stop crying and fight, you baby. Fight, craven. It was his father he heard, it was Alliser Thorne, it was his brother Dickon and the boy Rast.

Craven, craven, craven. He giggled hysterically, wondering if they would make a wight of him, a huge fat white wight always tripping over its own dead feet.

Do it, Sam. Was that Jon, now? Jon was dead. You can do it, you can, just do it.

-Samwell I, ASOS.

Sam remembers his brother in the books with the likes of Ser Alliser Thorne & Rast. It is understandable that his heart might be broken to listen of his brothers death but to do what he did especially to the last remaining family of his mentor, Maester Aemon  Who treated him 1000x times better than both his father & brother.. Maester Aemon felt so passionately about Daenerys & he only trusted that information to Sam.

"No one ever looked for a girl," he said. "It was a prince that was promised, not a princess. Rhaegar, I thought... What fools we were, who thought ourselves so wise! The error crept in from the translation. Dragons are neither male nor female, Barth saw the truth of that, but now one and now the other, as changeable as flame. The language misled us all for a thousand years. Daenerys is the one, born amidst salt and smoke. The dragons prove it." Just talking of her seemed to make him stronger. "I must go to her. I must."

-Maester Aemon, Samwell IV, AFFC.

Daenerys is our hope. Tell them that, at the citadel. Make them listen. They must send her a Maester. Daenerys must be counseled, taught, protected."

-Maester Aemon, Samwell IV, AFFC.

Alleras stepped up next to sam. "Aemon would've gone to her if he had the strength. He wanted us to send a Maester to her, to counsel her & protect her & fetch her safely home." "Did he?" Archmaester marwyn shrugged. "Perhaps it's good that he died before he got to oldtown. Elsewise the grey sheep might have had to kill him, and that would have made the poor old dears wring with wrinkled hands." "Kill him?" Sam said, shocked. "Why?" "If I tell you they may kill you too" marwyn smiled a ghastly smile the juice of the sourleaf running red between his teeth.

-Samwell V, AFFC.

It is so awful that Sam has infact put the last two family members of Maester Aemon's blood against each other. He is treating Daenerys the way he treated Alliser Thorne when Sam realised if Ser Alliser becomes the Lord Commander his life would be hell so he literally uses Jon & raises him to be a Lord Commander in the hind sight to protect himself. When Jon actually (in the books) decides to fight for Winterfell & take stannis's offer.

Instead, he blamed Jon Snow and wondered when Jon’s heart had turned to stone. Once he asked Maester Aemon that very question, when Gilly was down at the canal fetching water for them. “When you raised him up to be the lord commander,” the old man answered.

-Maester Aemon, Samwell III, AFFC

“Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.”

- Maester Aemon, Samwell III, AFFC

Not only was Sam's reaction a little over the top but it was wrong how he channeled it upon Jon as well. He ruined the most important revelation of Jon's life because of, again, himself. Jon also didn't seem to care about the fact that daenerys is related to her (lmao) but was more taken aback by Sam suggesting him treason against daenerys.

I do not want to play the oathbreaker, even for good reason.

- Jon VIII, ACOK.

Jon Snow flexed the fingers of his sword hand, remembering all he’d lost. Sam, you sweet fat fool, you played me a cruel jape when you made me lord commander. A lord commander has no friends.

-Jon X, ADWD.

"I had a frightening dream last night, m'lord," Dolorous Edd confessed. "You were my steward, fetching my food & cleaning up my leaving. I was Lord Commander, with never a moment's peace." Jon did not smile. "Your nightmare, my life."

-Jon VI, ADWD.

Daenerys: "We all enjoy what we're good at" Jon: "I don't!"

-GOT, s07e03.

Jon doesn't want to have power for the sake of power. Over & over again in the books & in the show he made it clear he did what he did to fight the Army of the Dead not for a crown.

Jon: "Do you think we can beat the Army of the Dead without her? I fought them sansa twice, you want to worry about who holds what title I am telling you it doesn't matter. Without her we don't stand a chance.. Do you have any Faith in me at all?

Sansa: you know I do.

Jon: she'll be a good queen, for all of us. She's not her father. 

Sansa: no, she's much prettier .... Did you bend the knee to save the North or because you love her?

-GOT s08e01

There are two reasons why anyone would bend the knee.

•Out of fear, fear of cruelty, collapse or death.

•Out of love & respect & trust.

Jon bent the knee to daenerys for the latter, that scene with sansa & Jon was cut off annoyingly leaving the argument hanging but there was more than just love, yes Love is there My god if this isn't what every jonerys stan had been screaming since s07 ended. But there was more than love, there was respect for letting him mine the dragonglass regardless of no existing alliance, there is also trust when daenerys actually not only let him go beyond the wall but also flew all the way there, solidifying the trust he placed in her to come to his aid without an alliance in place. 

Jon glanced over his shoulder. The shadow was there, just as she had said, etched in moonlight against the wall. A girl in grey on a dying horse, he thought. Coming here, to you. Arya. He turned back to the Red priestess. Jon could feel her warmth. She has power. The thought came unbidden, seizing him with iron teeth, but this was not a woman he cared to be indebted to, not even for his little sister.

-Jon IV, ADWD.

But instead he chose to be indebted to daenerys by asking for her help without giving her anything in return. Because he trusts her to be a good, reliable Queen & she won his trust.

Sam: "Don't you know?

Jon: know what?

Sam: Daenerys, she executed my father & brother. They were her prisoners.

Jon: ......

Sam: she didn't tell you

Jon: I'm so sorry. We need to end this war.

Sam: would you have done it?

Jon: I have executed men who disobeyed me.

Sam: you've also spared men thousands of Wildlings when they refused to kneel.

Jon: I wasn't a king.

Sam: but you were you've always been. Jon: I gave her my crown Sam. I've bent the knee am not King in the North anymore.

Sam: Am not talking about the king in the north am talking about the king of the bloody seven kingdoms.

.......

your mother was Lyanna Stark your father, your real father was Rhaegar Targaryen. You've never been a Bastard you are Aegon Targaryen true heir to the iron throne.

.............

You're the true king, Aegon Targaryen, sixth of his name, protector of the realm, all of it.

Jon: Daenerys is our Queen.

Sam: she shouldn't be.

Jon: it's treason.

Sam: it's the truth. You gave up your crown to save your people would she do the same?

She literally did the very thing in s07e06 when she left dragonstone with Drogon, Rhaegal & Viserion to rescue Jon.

Tyrion: "You cant win the throne if you're dead. You cant break the wheel if you're dead."

Daenerys: "So what would you have me do?"

Tyrion: Nothing. Sometimes nothing is the hardest thing to do. If you die we're all lost everyone, everything!"

Daenerys: "You told me to do nothing once before & i lostened to you ... am not doing nothing again."

There are moments in the story both in books & show where we do undeniably see daenerys put the people or her children ahead of her crown.

That morning she summoned her captains and commanders to the garden, rather than descending to the audience chamber. "Aegon the Conqueror brought fire and blood to Westeros, but afterward he gave them peace, prosperity, and justice. But all I have brought to Slaver's Bay is death and ruin. I have been more khal than queen, smashing and plundering, then moving on."

"You have brought freedom as well," Missandei pointed out.

"Freedom to starve?" asked Dany sharply. "Freedom to die? Am I a dragon, or a harpy?" Am I mad? Do I have the taint?

"A dragon," Ser Barristan said with certainty. "Meereen is not Westeros, Your Grace."

"But how can I rule seven kingdoms if I cannot rule a single city?" He had no answer to that. Dany turned away from them, to gaze out over the city once again. "My children need time to heal and learn. My dragons need time to grow and test their wings. And I need the same. I will not let this city go the way of Astapor. I will not let the harpy of Yunkai chain up those I've freed all over again." She turned back to look at their faces. "I will not march."

"What will you do then, Khaleesi?" asked Rakharo.

"Stay," she said. "Rule. And be a queen."

– Daenerys VI, ASOS.

Not that she must or she needs to give up her crown for Jon or anyone so Sam can be convinced with her being a good queen. Fuck that! Sam is being impulsive here (something that daenerys is blamed of, turns out everyone does it) she has on multiple occasions put her people first. Sam hopefully learns it in time because his knows I don't want him to be the A-hole he acted like..

If she had been some ordinary woman, she would gladly have spent her whole life touching Daario, tracing his scars and making him tell her how he’d come by every one. I would give up my crown if he asked it of me, Dany thought … but he had not asked it, and never would. Daario might whisper words of love when the two of them were as one, but she knew it was the dragon queen he loved. If I gave up my crown, he would not want me. Besides, kings who lost their crowns oft lost their heads as well, and she could see no reason why it would be any different for a queen.

-Daenerys VII, ADWD.

A queen belongs not to herself but to her people.

– Daenerys V, ADWD.

The red priests believed in two gods, she had heard, but two who were eternally at war. Dany liked that even less. She would not want to be eternally at war.

- Daenerys V, ASOS.

"We will have it all back someday, sweet sister," he would promise her. Sometimes his hands shook when he talked about it. "The jewels and the silks, Dragonstone and King's Landing, the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms, all they have taken from us, we will have it back." Viserys lived for that day. All that Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.

- Daenerys I, AGOT.

She did take a dozen flasks of scented oils, the perfumes of her childhood; she had only to close her eyes and sniff them and she could see the big house with the red door once more.

- Daenerys VI, AGOT.

"He died for me." Dany clutched her lion pelt to her chest. Underneath, a sheer white linen tunic covered her to midthigh. She had been dreaming of a house with a red door when Missandei woke her. There had been no time to dress.

- Daenerys I, ADWD.

"Is it Daario? What's happened?" In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. In her dream he had been kissing her all over—her mouth, her neck, her breasts.

-Daenerys II, ADWD.

Dany had never known a home. In Braavos, there had been a house with a red door, but that was all.

-Daenerys III, ADWD.

Soon Dany was as clean as she was ever going to be. She pushed herself to her feet, splashing softly. Water ran down her legs and beaded on her breasts. The sun was climbing up the sky, and her people would soon be gathering. She would rather have drifted in the fragrant pool all day, eating iced fruit off silver trays and dreaming of a house with a red door, but a queen belongs to her people, not to herself.

- Daenerys IX, ADWD.

Isn't it amazing how the very episode in which Sam raises the question "will she give up her crown?" is the very episode where daenerys said this 

She obviously didn't feel at home neither at Dragonstone nor at Winterfell. This romantic moment is the closest to a house with the red door this show has ever done.

Also notice how throughout the episode whenever Jon is speaking to others he refers to daenerys as Queen. But when he is alone with her by that waterfall he refers to her as "a southern girl". Jon loves the girl daenerys not "the floppy ears" of the dragon queen that she wears..

If she had been some ordinary woman, she would gladly have spent her whole life touching Daario, tracing his scars and making him tell her how he’d come by every one. I would give up my crown if he asked it of me, Dany thought … but he had not asked it, and never would. Daario might whisper words of love when the two of them were as one, but she knew it was the dragon queen he loved. If I gave up my crown, he would not want me. Besides, kings who lost their crowns oft lost their heads as well, and she could see no reason why it would be any different for a queen.

-Daenerys VII, ADWD.

"So we pray. I want to plant my olive trees and see them fruit." Does it matter that Hizdahr's kisses do not please me? Peace will please me. Am I a queen or just a woman?

- Daenerys VII, ADWD.

So the point is neither does it make sense for Jon to turn against daenerys all of a sudden for something like a title that he himself just said doesn't matter to him. Given that the third episode is where the battle for dawn is supposed to take place. Iron throne is not on Jon's mind. Plus I don't think Daenerys will be anything but shocked, confused yet happy to find a family member, none other than the son of her elder brother whom she idolizes, she is in love with Jon as he is with her!

A crown should not sit easy on the head. One of her royal forebears had said that, once. Some Aegon, but which one? Five Aegons had ruled the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. There would have been a sixth, but the Usurper’s dogs had murdered her brother’s son when he was still a babe at the breast. If he had lived, I might have married him.

-Daenerys I, ADWD.

Ser Davos is already planning a better solution to all this. A just woman & an honorable man to probably get married!

Now I need Sam to somehow learn more & more about who daenerys actually is.

[thenoblehouseofdayne]

Masterlist

updated 9/2

Bolded = Smut

Jamie Lannister

Lannister Blues Series {Jamie Lannister finds himself at the center of a strange betrothal, and struggles to cope with his rapidly developing feelings amidst political turmoil. Jamie Lannister x Tully!Reader} (Completed) Series Masterlist Here!

Blood {Cousin!Reader}

Loathe You {Freefolk!Reader}

Cersei Lannister

Pride (Male!Reader)

Theon Greyjoy

A Token of Affection Series {Theon Greyjoy had never intended to stumble into bed with a Stark girl. When she expresses doubts about her commitment to their dalliance, he oversteps his bounds. Theon Greyjoy x Stark!Reader} Series Masterlist Here!

Greedy

Provocation {Northern!Reader}

Robb Stark

Absence

Loyalty (Male!Reader)

Tender Mistakes {Baratheon!Reader}

Alliance {Targaryen!Reader}

King of the Flowers {Male!Tyrell!Reader}

Daughter Dearest Series {Neither of you wanted this marriage- but in times of war, sometimes it was easier to pretend to love someone than it was to fight back.} Series Masterlist Here!

Willas Tyrell

Rescued {Stark!Reader}

Morning Rose {Northern!Reader}

Ramsay Bolton

Late Nights Series {When the sun sets, all bets are off. Ramsay Bolton x Reader}

Late Nights

Late Nights 2

An Heir and A Spare

Collar {Bolton!Reader}

Rhaegar Targaryen

Shackles Series {What began as an arranged marriage in a dangerous world became a dangerous marriage in a terrifying one. Rhaegar Targaryen x Stark!Reader} (Completed) Series Masterlist Here!

The Fool (Sister!Reader)

Sansa Stark

Feminine Touch

A Pledge and a Promise {Vale!Reader}

Robert Baratheon

I’m Not Her Series {After Lyanna Stark’s death, Robert was inconsolable. Perhaps marrying him to her younger twin was a half-baked idea.}

I’m Not Her

I’m Not Her 2

Viserys Targaryen

Violent Skies Series {In a world of fire and blood, family means everything. Viserys Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader}

Violent Skies (Sister!Reader)

Violent Skies 2 (Sister!Reader)

Champagne and Cracked Mirrors (1920s au)

Joffrey Baratheon

Footsteps Series {They’d grown up surrounded by rumors of their mother and Jamie. Isn’t it only natural that their children would follow their lead? Joffrey Baratheon x Twin!Reader} (Completed) Series Masterlist Here!

Attraction {Servant!Reader}

Oberyn Martell

Greater Good

Odd (modern!au)

Blushing Bride

Tywin Lannister

Second Choice

Irrational Impulse

Euron Greyjoy

Terms of Surrender

Arthur Dayne

Knight’s Honor

Horizon

Margaery Tyrell

The Marital Bed

Petyr Baelish

Penny For Your Silence

Khal Drogo

Healing Series {They were doomed from the start. modern!Khal Drogo x modern!Reader}

Healing (modern!au)

Beginning (modern!au)

Breaking (modern!au)

Jon Snow

My Better Half {Sister!Reader}

My Better Half 2 {Sister!Reader}

My Better Half 3 {Sister!Reader}

Jojen Reed

The Seer 

Moss

Daenerys Targaryen

Comfort {Sister!Reader}

Jorah Mormont

Physical Medicine

Melisandre 

Prayers {Baratheon!Reader}

Brandon Stark

A Price {Targaryen!Reader}

A Price Paid {Targaryen!Reader}

Ned Stark

Surviving Series {It was a classic romance. You were barren, his wife had passed, and you’d met through your father. It was a wonder the minstrels weren’t already singing songs about you.} Series Masterlist Here!

Yara Greyjoy

O Captain {Salt Wife!Reader}

No Pairing

Cleanse Myself (Baratheon/Lannister! Reader)

Ruthless (Stark!Reader)

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (14)

14. Dragonstone

MASTERLIST

Summary: Despite all your efforts, the ancestral seat of your House is the witness of how everything was going to unravel 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, incest, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about underage marriage, violence, death, rituals of marriage including use of blood. Talks about infidelity and "bastards"

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3,0k (shorter than usual, sorry babes, the next one is greater though)

Notes: It is getting intense people, I’m so scared that I'm neglecting Reader and Harwin a little and focusing more on his children… but they are so cute I love them 

You had barely slept a wink, Aemma dozed off with a little of milk of the poppy and was sleeping soundly right between you and Harwin. Her busted lip was still swollen, it had taken five stitches to put it back together, and it was going to scar, but the maester did a good job, and you were sure that this wasn’t going to affect her in any way. 

You had never felt anything like it, when you realized she was hurt you just saw red, somebody had harmed your daughter and you wanted blood. but you realized that what happened to yours was an accident, but Jacaerys had taken Aemond’s eye on purpose, or sort of, he had wielded a blade against him.

Has your family reached the breaking point of no return?

Could you just leave? return to Harrenhal and the White hall? it's certainly something you would like. Aemma got scared, Aemond lost an eye, Lucerys got his nose broken, all the drama passed down from your generation right onto them. And you had no idea how to fix it.

Alicent had broken off the engagement between Jacaerys and Helaena, engaging Helaena to her own brother Aegon, though it was tradition, it made you scared, it meant what you had always feared, Alicent was going to take a shot at the throne.

If she was scared of what could happen when Rhaenyra took the throne she would have engaged Halaena and Jacaerys to ensure her daughter´s safety. Other heirs to the throne’s lives were forfeit when one took the throne, it was known, especially since Rhaenyra was a woman, and Aegon was the first born male. 

Alicent was going to take a shot for the throne. And with her father by her side as Hand of the King, she had a good chance

You needed to find her. 

Luckily Aemma woke up slowly, showing you her beautiful green eyes at you

“Good morning sweety”, you greeted

“Good morning mama”, she whispered

“Does it hurt? How are you feeling?”

“Waaay better”, she giggled, you kiss her forehead

“Would you mind to go find your brothers?”, she shook your head, “ask Viola to help you dress, alright sweet girl?”

“Yes!”, and she jumped off the bed to go find your lady in waiting. Awakening your husband with kisses, you decided to jump off the bed as well to find Alicent, and then talk to Rhaenyra. 

As you tried to go and see all the parts of your broken family, Alicent and Rhaenyra, your own children were discussing their own problems 

“Is dad the father of Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey?” asked Rhaegar to his brother.

“I don’t know”, Maekar had a lump on his throat. He thought now that is was pretty obvious, if everyone was saying it, it was probably true, even though he had never saw aunt Rhaenyra before they came to King’s Landing

“Are we bastards?”, he asked then

“No…”

“Why not?”

“Because our parents are married”, he continued, “Harwin is our father and mom is our mother”

“What is a bastard?”, asked Aemma, her lip still a bloodied stitched mess.

“A person that is born of two people that are not married, or a parent is married with somebody else and not their other parent”, explained Maekar calmly 

“I don’t understand”, she whispered 

“Whatever, you can’t repeat it Aemma… ever”, said Rhaegar

“Alright, I promise”, she whispered, “does dad have another family?”, she asked then

“No” growled Maekar 

“Are we sure?” asked Rhaegar

“No”, repeated Maekar

“Is dad going to leave us?”, Asked Aemma. Rhaegar, seeing her sister’s tears, engulfed her in a hug. 

“No sweet girl, he is not going to leave us”

“Then why did he have kids with somebody else?” she cried in her brother’s chest

“I don’t know” 

“Don’t cry, our parents are good, they are together, that is what matters”, Maekar sentenced, and Aemma just nodded, wiping her tears. 

Harwin entered through the door, searching for them

“Are you ready? We are going to leave soon with the King in his ship”, he said gently. He then saw the tears in her daughter’s face. “What happened?”

“Nothing”, they all answered at once 

“Hey sweet girl, you can talk to me”, insisted Harwin, but Aemma wouldn't even look at him in the eyes

“I promised not to tell”, she whispered

“I’m your father my dragonling, you can always talk to me”

“No”, she whined, and escaped from her father’s arms and ran towards her assigned room, under Harwin’s sad gaze. He then looked at his sons and they too averted their gaze from their father.

Alicent was standing next to a fireplace when you found her. Her big eyes were unsettling to you, as she looked at you with a scared glance 

“Are you going to deny my son now?”, she asked with a broken voice, “now that he is lacking an eye? Now that his mother has lost her mind?”, she said, looking back at the flames, it was indeed a cold morning

“I must say that yesterday, when I saw my daughter was hurt I too wanted blood to be spilled”, you reasoned, “I wanted to burn it all for her”, she looked at you with fear, “it is unfair of men to tell us to control our emotions when they don´t know how it feels when your pup had been hurt, they might be fathers as well but they will never truly know”, she nodded, “my daughter might have gotten hurt and she will scar but your son lost an eye, I understand your reaction”

“It means a lot”, she said, you nodded 

“My father is right, this family is falling apart, and I will not have it”, you said firmly, you shared looks with Alicent.

“What do you mean…?”

“We will betrothe my daughter Aemma with your son Aemond” you said firmly, she seemed surprised

“You still wish to unite our families?”, she asked 

“Yes”, you conceded 

“They can wed when she has her first bloodmoon”, she said

“I want to wait until she is eight and ten,” you contradicted, she frowned

“Six and ten”, she said then, negotiating. And you understood it, Aemond was 3 years older than Aemma, asking him to wait until he was 21 was a lengthy wait

“Alright”, you said then, promising yourself to prepare your daughter for her future.

“This will make the king very happy”, she assured you

“I know”, you sentenced, “it will also make him very happy if you reconsider Helaena´s match”, you tried, but her face was serious again

Betrothing your daughter had broken your heart, but it was something that needed to be done. You know even in this young age Aemma cared about Aemond, and that she was going to grow to love him. If not, you will find a way and an excuse to break the engagement. 

You left the room to go find Rhaenyra. The other part of this mess. 

She haden´t sleep either, she was looking at the horizon from a stone balcony

“I never thought Alicent was capable of something like that”, she started 

“Believe me, me neither”, you concluded, “I asked our uncle to stay with us”, she then looked at you

“What did he say?”

“He was going to think about it, but he is probably going to say yes”

“He is not going to the Red Keep”, she sentenced

“What do you mean?”, you asked

“We are going to Dragonstone”, she settled

“Rhaenyra”, and then she looked at you

“Come with us, just for a fortnight”, she insisted

“What do you…?”, she grabbed your hand tightly and you shared looks

“I’ve been awful to you”, she admitted, “And for that I’m sorry, but I want you to know, I appreciate everything you are doing for me, for our family, and I understand what is at stake here, yesterday made it clear”, you nodded. She squeezed your hand

“Good”, you sentenced

“Daemon will stay to support us”, she confirmed, “I’ll make sure of it”

“He is going to be of great help” 

“And you betrothing Aemma to Aemond as well”, you nodded, “Let’s go to Dragonstone”, she said, “let’s gather our strength, figure out a plan, how to proceed…”, and you nodded

“I’ll make the arrangements”, and you left her, crossing paths with your uncle.

Aemma didn’t want to see her own father, she felt sad when she looked at him, so instead, she found herself at the door of Aemond’s assigned quarters. Ser Criston Cole was at the door, and he looked down on her with contempt in his face, even though she was just a little Princess

“I want to see my uncle”, she told him with a smile

“It’s Prince Aemond”, he corrected, she got so nervous she played with her fingers in front of her

“I’m sorry”. Criston sighed loudly

“He doesn’t want to see anyone”, he said firmly

“But I’m his niece”, she said softly. The Knight looked at her, condemning her in his mind. Aemond was a good boy, but just like many other young men, he was going to be ruined by this girl in the future, he knew it. He knocks on the door announcing her, and to his surprise, Aemond lets her in. 

“I have a gift for you”, she sang. The boy seemed as hurt as the day before sitting on his bed, his shut eye and wound even more swollen. Just like her lip. 

“What is it?”, he asked, she walked until she sat beside him, and she grabbed his hand and placed on his palm a sapphire, a beautiful round blue stone that gleamed under the moonlight with incredible shapes inside of it. it was huge “Where did you get this?”, he asked then, amazed

“The other day I saw Laenor and his friends Qarl and Joffrey giggling and laughing, they were drinking wine but they had ran out of it, they told me if I could fetch them more they would give me a reward”, she explained simply, “Ser Qarl told me he took it from a pirate!” she exclaimed, “and had a full bag of them!” Aemond played with the stone in his hand. It was beautiful

“Thank you”, he answered, he leaned in and dropped a kiss on her cheek.

Criston called for Aemma soon after, you were looking for her to tell her you were traveling with her cousins to Dragonstone. She seemed jumpy, and Harwin had told you there was something wrong with your daughter. 

“Sweetheart, talk to me”, you demanded, as you hold her hand and walked through the hallways of High Tide 

“I can’t”

“Why won’t you look at your father, sweet thing?”, you tried 

“I can’t tell”

“Why not?”

“Regar made me promise”

“You can tell me, I promise not to say anything”, Aemma couldn’t hold it anymore and started to cry. you leaned into her and she threw herself at you and you received her in your arms, “What is it sweet girl?” you whispered, and her cry broke your heart

“Aemond told us Papa has another family”. She accused 

“That is not true”, you whispered

“Is Jacaerys our brother?”, she asked, finally looking at you with her big green eyes. And you didn’t know what to say. Did she deserve the truth? No, she was too young, she couldn’t handle it, imagine if she confessed this to the wrong people

“No, darling”, perhaps another day, you didn’t need to, right now, to place this weight over her little shoulders, “Papa only has us, we are his family”, and then she smiled brightly

“Oh good”, she muttered simply. hugging you tightly. You hugged her against your chest, “I love our family”, she whispered, “Although, I always wanted a sister”, you laughed

“Did you now?”, and she nodded

You father, the King, with the Queen and your half-siblings left for King’s Landing, and you left for Dragonstone with your family and Rhaenyra’s. Laenor stayed in High Tide.

You had always liked Dragonstone and you were so happy your children were going to see it, of crouse as soon as they landed on their dragons they ran off with Jacaerys and Lucerys, you warned them to stay away form the Dragon Mount, and they took Aemma with them as well 

You met with Rhaenyra and Daemon, in a room Aegon himself used multiple times to plot his conquest. And they seemed to be plotting their own

“We are joining our blood”, Rhaenyra told you, grabbing your uncle’s hand. And you looked at them in disbelief, “we are getting married, in the traditions of our House, of Old Valyria”

“Rhaenyra you are married”, you said, “with Laenor! you cannot marry unless…”

“We have a plan”, Daemon assured you, and you took turns looking at them

“It better not involve people getting killed”, you warned 

“No, it doesn’t”, Rhaenyra said, “but we need to pretend someone did die”

“That is insane! you are going to pretend you died?”

“not me”, Rhaenyra said, “Laenor”

“Is he in on this?”, you asked then

“Yes, he is”, confirmed Rhaenyra, “only the four of us”

“Are you sure this is what you both want?” You had seen it, all over the years, and the pleasure house scandal, and the way Daemon looked at Rhaenyra, you had always known. 

“We will join our blood, and the three of us, together, we will defeat the Greens”, Rhaenyra assured you

This could go so wrong, but this also could go terribly well. 

They promised to keep you out of it, as they took residence in Dragonstone, you enjoyed a few days with your nephews and your sister and uncle, and then you returned to King’s landing.

Aemma when she learned that they were unclaimed dragons in Dragonstone, she didn’t want to leave, but those dragons were famous for being untamed and dangerous, they had eaten people, you couldn’t let her come close to them, it cost you tears and strength, but you managed to pull your poor daughter from the island, promising her that you were coming back

And as you tried to show yourself as uninterested and surprised like all of them. You, in King’s Landing received the news of Laenor being murderer by his lover. His face melted in the hearth, unrecognizable. And Qarl and Joffrey are missing. The story to tell is that they both fell in love with each other and killed Laenor who was getting in the way. That is the version the family was given, for the world he was murdered by his squire in a fit of rage.

And you were there when your father received the news that his daughter had married his brother. He reacted poorly, cursed his brother, told the small council he never wanted to see him again, he even told them you were the next in line and if he was Jaehaerys Rhaenyra would be truly dishonored. But he didn’t dare to go that far. He went into a fit of coughing and Alicent had to tend to him, send him the maesters. His health is decaying.

But you saw him again at night, when you reunited with the big family to dine. You sat by his side where Rhaenyra should sit, and took his arm

“I love your sister and you” he whispered to you, “but I will need time”, he assured

“Your brother is a new man”, you reminded him, “he has changed, he is good, he truly loves her”

“One as a father can only hope his daughter finds happiness”, he confided in you, “And i’m most happy!”, he spoke to the table, “that we are uniting our families, when princess Aemma comes of age, she is to wed prince Aemond, my son!”, that seemed to irritate Otto, who was taken by surprise.

Harwin grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, smiling at you reassuringly. And you looked at Aemma, who had her little cheeks rosy, and looked down at her plate smiling softly. You weren’t truly sure she knew what being married truly meant, but you will have time to figure it out how to tell her.

Everyone on the table cheered, Aegon mocked Aemond but the boy gave a small smile. Even sweet Helaena seemed happy about the news. Alicent was content enough, as she looked at Aemma in the corner of her eyes. 

Did she have a plan as well? Did she plan on using your daughter? 

You escorted little Aemma to her room, and you dismissed her lady and helped her get ready for bed, like you used to do when you were home. 

“I’m I really going to get married, mama?”, she asked, and you giggled, brushing her silver hair

“One day, when you are older”, you said simply

“Like Helaena?”, she asked, the Princess was barely 12, and Alicent couldn’t wait to marry her

“Older”, you assured her. “Do you know what getting married means?”, you asked her

“You and Papa are married”, she said simply, “you get to live with the person you are married to”, she explained

“Well, yes”, you giggled

“You are mine and I’m yours”, she said then, looking at you through the mirror with her big eyes, “right mama?”. And you wanted to cry

“That’s right my love”, you whispered, kissing the top of her head. 

So that night you found yourself undressing in your quarters, Harwin by your side, undressing as well

“So despite all your efforts, Rhaenyra is not coming back”, grumbled Harwin

“Not willingly I´m afraid”, you said back, “father couldn't take the news that she married Daemon”

“That means we are staying”, he sentenced, and you nodded

“It was probably for the best though”, you muttered. And he looked at you with a strange face, “I don´t know if I should be traveling in this condition”, you said softly, placing a hand on your stomach. Harwin frowned, like not wanting to believe it. And then he looked up to your face

“Really?”, you nodded enthusiastically, and he stood up to engulfed you in his arms, spinning you around in joy, “I fucking love you”

More Notes: I found it funny how Laenor told Rhaenyra a story about Qarl taking a bag full of sapphires the size of walnuts from a pirate… and then Aemond shows up with a sapphire on his eye the size of a walnut 😂😂😂something went down there 

We have another time jump in the next episode, this one of three years 

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (22)

22. The Blacks

MASTERLIST

Summary: Horrible news reached the island of Dragonstone

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, (turns out we had a Volantis fling), usurping of a throne, threats of war, talk about war, and other things.

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.7 k

Notes: Thanks to your own doings Viserys, nobody could mourn you properly.

Sorry for the delay... the next one might come soon because this chapter was so huge I had to split them in two

As you were striding by the hallways on Dragonstone, words had gotten to you that you had received a raven from King’s Landing.

“Is there something wrong?”, you asked Rhenyra as you found her

“Alicent and Amma will take two more days to come”, she said simply

“Is everything alright?”, you asked

“Yes, just, preparations, Helaena wants to come with her children”, she said simply

“Alright”, you whispered, “That does seem odd”

“They are part of the royal family”, she said simply, and you smiled softly as well

“I guess you are right”

“You said Aegon already had two male heirs?”, she asked. and you frowned

“Yes, Jaehaerys and Maelor, and there is Jahaera, a girl, twin of Jaehaerys”

“I see”, she then smiled at you, but you knew it was fake. “I got other news”

“What else?”, you asked

“We are receiving a surprise guest”, she said, “A pirate”

“Pirate?”

“Yes, from Volantis, he wanted some dragon glass from the mines in exchange for mystery objects from Asshai”. And suddenly a shivering down your back

“Really? that’s odd”

“Apparently Daemon met him in Pentos, a little while after your little trip”. 

“Is he already here?”, you asked, nervous

“Yes”

“What’s his name?”

“Crestan Naharis? I think”. And then you paled, feeling your heart beating hard against your chest, “What?”. She asked, clearly seeing your reaction. 

“Really, what a weird name, alright, look at the time I have to go”, you said hastily, and almost ran away from your sister.

Shit shit shit!.

He was simply a pirate, he wouldn’t go inside the castle, right?, you didn’t believe it, so you didn’t even have to see him. You shook your head and banished those thoughts from your mind, you weren’t a little girl anymore.

You went outside the castle, to check on Vhaelar, she had a fight with the Cannibal himself when he attempted to eat Greywind, Vaegor’s dragon. Vhaelar wounded him so badly defending her dragonling that the huge beast hid to never be found. 

Vhaelar suffered a minor scratch near her chest, but she didn’t seem to mind it, even though when something grazed it, it hurt her.

The connection your dragon still had with her dragonlings was unprecedented, but you thought it normal since they never separated from her, so she still recognized them and protected them as their own. 

As you pet your dragon near her snout in the spot you knew she liked, you thought briefly

Aemma isn't coming yet. You found it strange, you could simply mount Vhaelar and fly over the King’s landing, or she could simply mount on Vermithor and come here. It was an odd reason, you thought, arrangements, as an excuse… They were all dragon riders.

Was something else at play?

You didn’t believe so, but still, it was so odd.

Something told you to go to King’s Landing, but you dismissed it, it was probably nothing.

Rhaegar and Maekar were up to no good alongside Jace and Luke. They were all young men and had grown restless and chaotic. 

The twins watched both siblings spar by the beach, their skills were unmatched between them, but Rhaegar thought bitterly he could beat Jace with one of his swords instead of the two he usually used.

“Come on, let’s do something about it”, he said, with a smile, as he took his two swords and made them dance in his hands. Maekar laughed, grabbing his hummer

“Did you ever practice your speed as Steffon told you?”, he mocked

“Oh yes”, Maekar chuckled, “You will not believe how many cats I caught”. Rhaegar laughed

“Ready brother?”

“Since I was born”, and then, they launched at each other. Now Maekar had the size and strength, but thanks to years of training he also had the speed, it had to be quick to use the war hammer as his only weapon, so he did. He had to, to face Rhaegar with two swords, and for that, he had the handle made thicker, and longer, so he could stop his brother's attacks.

Now Rhaegar was, alongside Steffon, the only known knight who wielded two swords in the battle, choosing them instead of a shield, or nothing at all, it was a skill known to very few, because you had to be as useful with your left hand as your right.

The fight, as harmless and trained as it was, it was brutal, it felt life if they indeed landed those blows, could be fatal, but they were finely calculated, as they attacked and defended against each other as two.

Jace and Joffrey couldn’t do much but watch, astonished, their show of strength and skill in the art of swordsmanship 

As they finished, in a clear tie as they both regained their strength. They saw their father, smiling brightly at them both

“Your skill and strength is something you hadn't seen in many generations, my sons”, he said, he grabbed both by the back of their necks with affection, “I’m proud of you”. And without even noticing, there were just the words Rhaegar needed to hear. 

As your sons trained, and bonded with your father as many times you had seen him, you walked towards the small village outside the Castle’s walls, you needed to buy some ingredients for your favorite tea, you were aware they received the monthly trade from Essos. But, fate as great as it is, made you trip just to the arms of a long lost friend. 

You’d recognize him anywhere, and he you, because as soon as he saw you, he smiled widely, opening his arms hoping you’d jumped in between them, oh how wrong he was.

“Princess!”, he cheered

“Crestan”, you said, taking a step back as he reached you, “What are you doing here?”, you asked

“That is how you receive an old friend you haven't seen in almost 20 years?”, he mocked. The years have taken a toll on him, his black hair had now thick striped of white, but if anything, added more to his appeal. 

“yes”, you said, with a warning in your voice

“I came to see you”, he said, that knee weakening smile on his face. But you shook those thoughts 

“It’s been 20 years!”, you said, “I’m married!”

“I know that”, he said, “I knew when we were together, your father married you up to some lord”

“It was one time!”, you fought, “And we weren’t even together in that way”, you whispered 

“Three days on my ship!”, he said then with that one sided smile

“You told me you knew of a safe way to sail towards Valyria, and It was more like a boat”, you said, and he got serious all of a sudden

“My baby was a ship”, he fought

“I’m sorry for what happened, so, you want gold? retribution? I can give it to you”

“No”, he laughed, “I truly did want to see you”

“Well, you saw me, and soon you’ll see my husband”, you said, serious

“I saw your kids too”, he said with that kinky smile, “today by the beach”

“They are men now”, you whispered

“Are you sure they aren’t mine?”, and you opened your mouth in indignation

“I’m sure!”, you said

“How old are they? 19? seems a pretty small coincidence”, he mocked, with that smile

“Stop it, I know they aren’t yours!”, you defended

“How?”

“Once because you got too drunk that night to do anything, when you lean in to kiss me I punched you in the face, you stumbled away and threw up on board and then passed out, and two…I was already pregnant when we met”, you explained

“Ouch!”, he exclaimed, “so close” 

“So don’t worry about it”, you whispered, glaring at him

“So that’s why my face hurt”, he was such an horny idiot you didn’t know if he was serious or joking

“You are an idiot and I was married”, you muttered raising your shoulders

“Very well”, he said, his smile returning to his face

“So truly, what are you doing here?”, you asked him. He looked away, searching for the right words

“Well I do need that dragons’ ass”

“Dragon GLASS”, you corrected

“Yes, and I also did want to see you, I thought why not?”, he tilted his head smiling at you 

“Please behave”, you warned, “My husband is known as Breakbones Strong”

“What doesn’t surprise me?”, he asked, “It takes someone like that to tame you”, he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes. So he show you his hands, “I’ll be good I promise, I will get that dragon’s ass and I’m going to go”

“it’s been good to see you”, you said, smiling softly, “you are the only pirate I know”, and he laughed soundly

“And you even look more beautiful”. he admired

“Stop it!”, you warned, and he chuckled again, “Well, my good friend, why don’t you stay a few days?”, you continued

“Oh I will totally accept”, he chuckled, “I want to see a Dragon!” and then he looked up, and his face paled, “HOLY SHIT!”, he screamed, you look at where he was seeing and you saw The Red Queen, Melys, flying right over you

“Rhaenys?”, you asked

“Who is that!? Holy fuck”

“The Queen who never was”, you whispered, “A top her dragon, Melys”

“Is huge!”, he said, pointing 

“Is not even the biggest one”. you giggled, “You had seen Vhaelar”

“it isn’t?! Well you must know I was drunk most of that year anyways”. But Melys didn’t land on the Mount, like it was customary, you saw her landing right near the Beach by the beach gate, that meant Rhaenys was in a hurry to get inside the castle

“I have to go, something is wrong”, you started walking hastily back to the castle

“Where are you going?”, he asked behind you, but you didn’t answer, so he just started trotting behind you to reach you, “I’m coming with you!”

When you managed to arrive to the receiving chamber, Rhaenyra was in tears, and Daemon had that look that told you he wanted to kill something

“What is going on?”, you asked

“Bring everyone in”, she whined. Rhaenys shared concerned looks with you.

The King's Guards brought everyone to what was known as the War room, and you didn’t know then but that is what is going to be used for. Harwin was by your side in a second, and whispered in your ear

“Who is that?”, he asked, pointing at Crestan

“He is a pirate I met in my journeys”, you explained, and Crestan was dressed rather eccentric, he clearly didn’t belonged here, “He is here for some Dragon glass”

“We have dark news for everyone”, said Rhaenys

“What is going on?”, you asked

“King Viserys is dead”, said Daemon, and instantly, your eyes filled with tears

“What?”, you whispered, Harwin held you against his side, “How?”

“That is not all”, said Rhaenys, “They crowned Aegon King, before the masses, barely a few hours ago”. All the air of your lungs left you

“They usurped the throne!”, you said. And Rhaenyra drops even more tears. But then… something else crosses your mind

“What about Aemma?”, you asked and you felt Harwin’s grip tight on your shoulders, “what about my daughter?”. Rhaenys looked at you with sadness, and then you started crying 

“I couldn’t get her out”, she said, “They had her heavily guarded, what Ser Erryk told me, Steffon tried to get to her, but they put him in the cells, and then she was guarded by four hightower soldiers”, she told you

“Did you see her?”, she asked, “What about Steffon?”

“She had her in the platform the day of the coronation”, she said, “Steffon is locked up”

“Did she bend the knee?”, asked Rhaenyra. And you looked at her, wondering what she meant

“I don’t think she did, no, she wasn’t happy, she tried to reach for me, but Aemond had her grabbed tightly”. And you couldn’t help it anymore and you whimpered in fear

“Harwin, they have her!” you cried, Harwin received you in his arms, “they have our little girl”

“We will get her back” he assured you, his big hand caressing your hair, “they won’t harm her, they won’t harm her”, he assured you

“They are coming for you all, Rhaenyra, and for your children”, she said.

“We need to fight this!” Daemon said, “Those bastard cunts! That whore of a Queen killed my brother and stole his throne”

“I need to think”, said Rhaenyra

“There is no time to think!”, he almost screamed, “they stole your birthright!”

“Rhaenyra is right!”. you said, “they have the city!”

“They don’t”, said Harwin, “The city watch…”

“Had always been treacherous cunts”, said Daemon

“I replaced many of those cunts”, he answered

“Still, we will write to them, those bastards will die as soon as they step foot on the streets”,  said Daemon

“SHUT UP!”, demanded Rhaenyra, and the room went quiet, “I need time”

“There is no time!”, said Daemon, but Rhaenyra left the room, he cursed under his breath and followed her.

And then, all those gathered, some Dragonstone Lords, the two Kingsguard and everyone… had their eyes on you, even your nephews

“My father just died”, you said quietly, taking a step forward, “but there is no time to mourn!”, you said then, “The throne has been usurped, right now, you must understand what that means”, you said firmly, “we might be at war”

“We will stand with Princess Rhaenyra”, said one Lord you couldn’t quite remember right now

“Good!”, you said

“You lived in court for the last 9 years!”, said Rhaenys, “what happened?”

“This is Otto Hightower’s doing”, you said firmly, “and the Lannisters, Aegon is easily manipulated, and that is what they did, it was the perfect opportunity, me, being here”

“What should be expected?”, asked someone

“They won’t dare to attack right away, we have more dragons, but still, search for the skies, knowing them, they will try to send terms towards us, to bend the knee”, you continued. “they will try to separate me from Rhaenyra”

“What?” asked Jace, the boy, nor, the man, seemed angry for some reason

“I have good relations with them, they will ask me to bend the knee, they have Aemma, they know I will”, you said, and you heard gaps from the people present 

“You will not bend the fucking knee!”, said Daemon, returning to the hall, “you traitor!”

“They have my child!”, you said back

“You will fight with us!”, he said, standing right in front of you

“Without my daughter I will not”, you said firmly, “My family’s three grown dragons, and my allies will stay put”. You said then

He walked menacingly towards you, but you didn’t back down

“Are you betraying us?”, he whispered

“I will not move an inch until you can guarantee my daughter’s safety”, you said firmly, not backing down, he did not scare you, as idiotic as it sounds. 

“Fine!”, he said, “but you are staying here!”

“Do not mistake me, uncle, I do not obey you in any measure”, you said then, and he was about to fight you

“I will go to King’s Landing!”, said Rhaegar, taking a step up, “I will get Aemma out!”

“As soon as they see you they will capture you”, you said gently

“There are many secret passageways I know, I could…”

“I will not risk you”, you said gently.

“She is my sister!”, but Maekar grabbed him, “perhaps I could trade myself for her!, Vermithor is more valuable, with her dragon…”

“I said no!”, you said, “I will never hear you speak of this”, you chided severely

“We will fight those cunts!”, said Daemon to the rest of them, “bring me the maester!”. You walked towards Princess Rhaenys

“Where did they held her?”, you asked her, grabbing Harwin’s hand tightly

“In your former chambers, in Maegor’s holdfast”, you released a sigh of relief

“As long as it is in Maegor’s Holdfast, we can get her out!”, you said

“What do you mean?”, she asked

“The secret passageways”

“They are a maze, you cannot go yourself!”, she whispered 

“I’ll find a way”

“Aemond had her, I don’t think they will hurt her”, she said

“But I can’t do anything before i have her back”, you said, and she nodded

“What do you make of all this?”, she said

“Weirdly, It’s the thing I was preparing for, for years, but somehow, it caught me off guard”, you whispered 

“You need to take time to cool your head and mourn”, she said gently

“There is no time”, you fought 

“You will help no one like this”. She said, and then she looked at Daemon who looked desperate bossing people around looking at the map, “I will stay here”, you nodded, and squeezing Harwin’s hand silently asking him for space, you left the room

They were right, there was not a moment to mourn your father, but you took a long walk to clear your head. To think how to proceed

You could ride Vhaelar to King’s Landing, trade yourself for Aemma, and for Ser Steffon, but then, you didn’t have the love of Aemond, nor the affections that protected her. And then Rhaenyra wouldn’t have you, you were more seasoned in matters of politics, you had allies. 

But Aemma was there, alone. You could not take her safety for granted. Ser Steffon was there as well, your shield and sword, your dearest friend, he was there as well, they had them both, and they were not going to be afraid to use them against you. It’s the only thing they held. 

There was going to be war, there was no other way, you knew, and all those men in that room knew it too. 

And in war, anyone could die, even your children, especially Rhaegar and Maekar, who had trained, and grown, and to their minds, they were going to be ready for battles and glory.

But you were certainly not.

At any turn or bad movement from you all, they could harm Aemma to get to you. You realized your own Power, you could turn the scales to one side or the other.With your and your children dragons and with your allies and the lands your husband held

Everything happened so quickly, but not quickly enough. Your side was by your sister, the true Queen, that was no question. But, were you ready to put your family in danger?

The answer was no. 

Your family was not going to be safe if Aegon sits the Iron throne, not yours, not Rhaenyra’s. All of you posed a threat to his rule. Especially if he continued to be a drunken idiot and fool like he was now. 

So you returned to the hall more confused than you were when you left, Rhaenyra had returned too. 

“Any second that passes gives them the means to attack”, said Rhaenyra

“If they attack, they are dead”, you said, “they know it, they won’t come”

“The first thing we need to do is to secure Allies”, muttered Daemon, and you nodded

“That is true”

“Will you send letters to Dorne and Winterfell?”, Rhaenyra asked

“Your sister will not act if we do not assure Aemma’s safety”, and your uncle made you feel ashamed of your decision, the decision to protect your family. 

“But sister…”, she started. And you were all interrupted by the entrance of a familiar Kingsguard

“Ser Erryk Cargyll, member of the Kings Guards”. Presented. The Knight entered the war chamber, with him the crown of your father.

You met with Harwin and your sons in your rooms. They were adults now, they needed to hear what was going on, and what was likely to happen. 

“A war is probably going to be fought over this”, you said. “And I want to hear you, the doubts you may have, or the questions”

“Are we going to side with Rhaenyra?”, asked Rhaegar

“It’s the idea, yes”, you answered, “But, it is my wish to not take part in this war, at least not until we have Aemma back”

“Will they hurt her?”, asked Maekar. Harwin squeezed your hand

“We cannot take her security for granted”, he said, “Aemond may love her, but is his brother that sits the Iron Throne and Otto whispering in his ear”, he said, “they will if they are forced to”, he muttered, “In fact, I bet they dare to make this move, because they had her, they knew your mother and us will not move against them”

“I see”, whispered Maekar, “we cannot risk her”

“I say we can both go and…”, Rhaegar said

“No, I will not separate myself from you”, you said firmly, “and specially not into enemy territory”, Rhaegar nodded, “at war, everything seems justifiable, and in your minds, a simple move can change everything, but if you start doing things on your own account, we can all be dead”

“We will do anything you say, mother”, sworn Maekar

“That is exactly what I wanted to hear”, you said with a smile. “Will you bend the knee to Rhaenyra?”, you asked gently

“We will”, said both of them, together, “Is what our gransdire wanted”, said Rhaegar 

“I understand if you hold love for your uncle and aunt”, said Harwin, “and know that we will try everything in our power to avoid bloodshed”

“Your father and I believe that”, you continued, “in talking before fighting”

“Then that is what we will believe too”, said Maekar

“Everything will change”, you warned, “our family might be broken, beyond all hopes”

“Then it is”, said Maekar, “I love Aemond and Helaena, I wish I could speak to them… Aunt Helaena is an innocent”

“She is indeed”, you whispered, “this is all fault of Otto, and they will be spared on my account”, you promised

“We rather bend the knee to you, mother”, said Rhaegar

“I’m afraid I’m not an option”, you chuckled, “But I appreciate your devotion my sons”

The ceremony was short, Rhaenyra stood on the top of the Dragon mount, pyres burning, and songs were sung. Daemon placed Jaehaerys crown on top of Rhaenyra’s head, and then, they all kneeled.

But you, as you stood by Rhaenys’ side, didn’t, your head clouded with doubts

More notes: My brain actually hurts from writing this... I rewatched the chapter like three times looking for inspiration... It's messy, the entire day was for them... in the next one, we will have the game splayed out for them.

And in said rewatch, I decided I do not like Jace so... 😬

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[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (38)

38. The Rock

MASTERLIST

Summary: Tensions arises 

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, injury, burns, dragon fire, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.3 k

Notes: THINGS ARE GETTING HEATED

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Maekar growled, as he fixed the neck of his new armor, a Lannister armor, more like a disguise.

“Relax, we will do great, this is a brilliant plan”, yes it should be.

One of the ten ships Aemma spared was commodeer by the young prince, and with the help of a few Tyrell rebel soldiers, they had put on Lannister armor, also thanks to his abby sister, and now they were sailing towards Casterly Rock

This was fool proof, this had to work, he knew it. It had too

Steffon was inside the huge Rock, he had to rescue him, Steffon had been like a father to him, he needed him back, and he needed to get the treasure back.

How was he going to storm the greatest fortress this world had ever known?

This was insane! completely insane!

So it had to work

He had heard about Queen Rhaenyra taking King’s Landing, Rhaenyra was Queen now, and Helaena… Helaena was the wife of the usurper, and the mother to his two male heirs

If he rescues the treasury, he could trade it, for Helaena’s pardon, and her children’s, if he delivers the treasure to the Queen Helaena was going to be spare, he needed to believe that, Aemond as well, as the safety of his brothers and sisters

No, this plan was so crazy, it had to work, there was no other way. 

You went up the stairs slowly but surely, like you were going to be faced with a threat at the top of the stairs, but you knew you wouldn’t.

Right?

The tower of the hand was a tricky building, the rooms and stairs were so narrow, designed like that on purpose for it was only to hold the second most important man in the seven kingdoms, it held important business, so it wasn’t made to be comfortable, it was meant for only business.

Soldiers were posted at the rooms in the last floor, when they saw you they opened their eyes widely, but nodded and opened the huge door to the room

There she was

Seating nervously by the window, she was sewing something, you couldn’t quite tell what

“Princess”, she greeted nervously, standing from her place, she smoothed the skirt from her dress, always so proper

“Alicent”, you answered sharply. You looked back over your shoulder and realized that the door had been left open, and a guard was standing there, and didn’t plan on leaving… but you didn’t care, you needed to show you were on Rhaenyra’s side 

“Congratulations on winning the war”, she said, again, nervously, “I was happy when we realized you were not dead”, she drew a small smile, she played with her fingers, she looked like she wanted to ask you something, but she wanted to sweeten you up

“Aemond, Helaena and her children are fine”, you said with a reassuring smile. Poor thing looked like a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders, she released the air you didn’t realise she was holding, and a hand clutched her dress of her chest with relief

“I’m so glad”, she said, tears came to her eyes

“Apparently… Helaena and Maekar had been in love for the god’s know how long”, you said, trying to coax a smile to her face, “they are together now”, you said softly, she didn’t seem to like it, but she smiled nonetheless and nodded, “And Aemond… he… married my daughter”, you said simply, she opened her eyes widely, but her face seemed to light up, “they married almost in secret, without telling a soul, in Highgarden”

“Oh”, you could tell she wanted to be disappointed, but she wasn’t

“That is why I wanted to tell you that they are fine”, you said, she took your hands in hers

“I’m so happy”, she said, “and relieved”

“Rhaenyra wants them to come to King’s Landing, i have been told that neither Rhaegar nor Maekar are there, but as soon as they arrive, they have to come here”, you said, “they will bend the knee to Rhaenyra

She looked behind you, for only one second, showing you she was nervous to answer, and possibly, the next words to come out of her mouth were not going to be very truthful, the soldier was watching and he was planning to tell Daemon everything.

“I’m sure they will be perfectly fine”, she said, “they are with your children… they will be truthful” 

“I know”, you said gently

“You know that they never wanted this'', she said, “Aemond was because he believed that was the only way to save Helaena and the children, he hasn't told me that, but I know it to be true”, she said, “Helaena never wanted this, she never wanted to marry Aegon, and less for him to become King, if only I would have listened”. Her eyes filled with tears, “I surrendered the city as soon as I saw the dragons flying over it”, she confessed, “I realized my father was the mastermind behind it all, but I was right there with him”, you grabbed her arms reassuringly, nodding, you understood.

You had thought about it at length, what you would have done, if you were in her place, and even if you would have done things differently, you understood where she came from. She wanted to protect your family, placing her family in Rhaenyra’s hands… and her compassion… you wouldn’t leave your family’s lives in the hands of NO ONE, so…

All those years you spend here, sitting in the small council with her… trying to change her mind in many matters , constantly pulling the rope back and forth, you had learn things from her, you had learned how she thinks, what she believes in, and how manipulated by her father she was 

“Thousands of men are dead”, you said, “this war will come with a high cost”, you said, “but with any luck, our children, all of them… will survive it”, you said. She nodded

“Let’s hope”, she whispered, you only nodded

“They will bend the knee, and everything is going to be alright, I will protect Helaena, and her children, and Aemond”, and she believed you, she wanted to, she needed to

And you were sincere, you had to protect them, you didn't know how yet, but you needed to 

You came back to your rooms, you haven't seen Cregan, but he had told you the North was gathering a second army, the winter wolves were fighting everything in their path, villages and towns were rising against Rhaenyra, and you couldn’t figure out why. But heir forces were dwindling 

Well, in truth…. they were raising up in fear, the army of the Greens, the greatest one yet, was marching upon the capital

You weren’t used to it, but you grabbed a pitch of wine and a cup that had been left for you, and you took a big gulp of the arbor.

Perhaps it will inspire you to think more clearly, perhaps it will let you come down to what was really important

But the doors to your rooms opened suddenly, you rolled your eyes at the impertinence.

“King consort, Daemon Targaryen”, presented the guard and you turned slowly to meet him, he did not even wait for your acknowledgement, he just walked towards you

“What were you doing with Alicent?”

“Good afternoon to you too, uncle”, you spitted, but his severe face let you know he was not having it, “Your lap dog already told you everything, so why ask me?”

“Why did you visit her?”

“Because I wanted to let her know two of her children, and her grandchildren were safe”, you said, looking at him, at the eyes of a murdered, who ordered the death of a child, perhaps three children, “if there were my children, I would’ve want to know”

“Hm, you are so good”. he mocked

As you looked at him in disgust, you wondered if it was for the best that you threw in his face the fact that you knew he had sent those assassins for Jaehaerys, he didn’t know you knew, perhaps hiding that fact would work in your benefit… or not…

If he thought you didn’t know… then he would have no reason to suspect Aemond and Helaena, that they would betray them because you knew he tried to have children killed..

What would you gain to tell him he knew? besides for him to leave you alone because his mere presence, his mere breathing disgusted you 

Choices, choices

So you limit yourself to look at him in disgust, but you didn't say anything, not yet, right now, you need to make him and Rhaenyra understand that you were not a threat, specially Helaena and Daemon.

but convince them was also going to be a challenge 

“I don’t recognize the men I’m seeing”, you said bitterly

“I don’t recognize you either”, he said, with contempt in his voice, for you, “fraternizing with the enemy, befriended them, letting them fuck your children”

“You are sick, they are not the enemy, they are our family”, he chuckled darkly

“There you go again”

“They are your nephews”, you said

“Those hIghtower cunts are not from my blood”, he said. And you shook your head, that hate he had in his voice, it was the kind of hate that destroyed the world 

“I don’t know why you hate them so much”, you whispered, your uncle was beyond help, beyond redemption

“Otto hightower ruined this family”, he said, “he kept me away from my brother, he manipulated him, he whored his own daughter to my foolish brother… when Aemma’s body wasn’t even cold yet…”

“That is him, not them”, you said, “why are they to blame?” 

“Aegon burned the ship my children where in”, he said

“Not Helaena, not Aemond”, you said

“Aemond tried to kill you, he almost succeeded”

“I should be mad at him, not you”, you said then

“What about Rhaenyra?”, he said then, defensively

“What about her?”

“Why won’t you support her as Queen?”

“I am supporting her”

“Show it”, he growled

“What do you think I’m doing?”, you asked back, he grabbed your arm, roughly, in his eyes were anger, anger at you

“If you betray her…”, he threatened 

“Fuck you”, you said back, “I just want you all to let me live my life in peace”, you spitted out, “If I have to go out there and fight every battle for you so be it, but as soon as Aegon is dead, and the green army is destroyed, I will take my children and leave this gods’ forsaken city”, you said, letting go of your arm, “and you will let me, me, and all my family, you will leave me alone, or I swear, I will burn this city to the ground, and everyone on it, do you understand me?”

Now he was shocked, truly surprised, so you pushed him hard 

“DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”, you asked, he looked at you, still, in shock, and nodded 

You were interrupted by a hard knock on the door

“We have word than a procession of people is coming from Harrenhal, some on dragonback”, told the soldier that opened the door, you exchanged looks with Daemon

You walked out of the room first, you needed to see them before they saw Rhaenyra, you went to the first floor, to the entrance of the Keep, and the first one you saw was Aemond, he walked in, unbothered, looking around, like no time had gone by

“Aemma is on her way, Vermithor is formidable, but, set to his old ways, Harwin is here as well”, he said with a shy smile, you hugged him, and he hugged you back shortly

“You shouldn’t have come”, you said quickly, releasing him, “Aemma I can protect, but… I needed some more time to convince Rhaenyra that you are not a threat…”

“I’m not afraid of that woman!”, he said, chuckling darkly

“Perhaps you should”, you warned, “that woman that sits the Iron Throne, I don’t know who it is, but is not my sister”, you whispered after you looked around and made sure you were not going to be heard. Aemond seemed concerned, just for a second

“We needed to come before they asked us by force”, he said slowly, “Helaena had not come, i wanted to buy her more time”, he said, and you nodded

“Alright”, you whispered, “this might be… good”, you looked to him, concerned, “but please, please, just, i know it isn’t you, but I need you to be pliant, kneel if you have to, please, for Aemma”, he looked at your face, at your truly concerned face

“You are a coward”, he muttered, and that hit you like a slap

“What? I’m a coward?”, you asked back

“I believed in you as Queen, we all did”, he said, referring to the Tyrells, to the Starks… to the Dornish, to the Tullys

“When I got here, she had already taken the throne! What would you have me do? uh?, grab her by the hairs and push her off of it?”, you asked, he sighed looking beyond you, “when the war is over, we will be free to do as we please, you and Aemma have my blessing to go wherever you please…”

“But who knows if we're ever going to get the chance”, he said bitterly, “we have to survive this war, and if Rhaenyra’s madness gets the better of her? her desire for revenge?”, he asked

“I’m going to protect you”, you said, he looked at you, this time, with pity

“You can’t”, he accused, “the man who sent assassins to kill my nephew is sitting right by the Queen, what are you going to do about it?”, he asked, “I want blood for what he did, if it wasn’t for a pirate and Steffon my nephews, children, innocent children would be dead!”, he said, and you had never seen him so angry, “my niece of six raped, my sister probably dead as well”

“He doesn’t know that we know”, you said, “but please… I know you want justice, I want it too…”

“It won’t be long until they come for me, and for your daughter, are you going to protect me?”, he asked. And you shared looks

“of course I am”, you said firmly

“Prove it”, he said

“I don’t know how”, you said, “but you will go back to Harrenhal, where you can be safe in the middle of our allies, I will fight this war”, you assured him, “for me the Endgame is that you, my children, make out of this alive”, you promised him. And he didn’t seemed pleased, nor convinced, “The war is ending”, you said, because you wanted to believe it, you needed to believe it

“You are being naive, the war is only beginning”, he said bitterly, “the triarchy armada had but beaten the Sea Snake, half of the Lannister army is at home, gathering their forces to march again, the Arryns are losing the civil war they are facing… it means that once the green side wins, it will march on the capital, not to mention, the green army, on its entirety, marching on us as we speak”

Yes you were fucked

“We have the Baratheons locked up, and the royal army”, you said, “we have the North army, we have the Tyrells and the Riverland army”, you mentioned, “we have the Greyjoys, and the city watch, and the armada is not all destroyed, I could easily… we have dragons…”

“Rhaenyra doesn’t have the love of the people either”, he said 

“Rhaenyra’s reign will not be long, the lords and ladies and the common folk won’t want her, and not because she is a woman, but because her children, are bastards, and she is a poor and malevolent ruler”

“We don’t know that… yet”, you said, not convinced

“She had been killing people by the hundreds the week she had been in power, people she believed supported Aegon or even cheered at him…”, he bit

“She is adapting”, you defended, “wouldn’t you get rid of the supporters of the person that usurped you?”, but again, he wasn’t convinced, and neither were you.

As they sailed around Casterly Rock, to Maekar’s wonder, he saw a great crack on it, huge, enough for ships to sail through it, as she ships jumped the small waves, he could see a huge cave, it was the most amazing thing he had ever seen

“Here we are”, said the second in command, “sailing to our deaths”

“We are not”

“We are lucky the soldiers aren’t back, their strength is diminished”, he said, and yet, he didn’t regret his decision, he led his men to the port inside of the Rock, “we have a small force, I say we go all in, create a distraction, you sneak in, and see where the treasury is hidden”

“I agree”, Maekar was so nervous he didn’t even have the time to remember the poor man’s name. But as they entered the huge cave, leaving behind the safety of the open sea, Maekar saw the entire port was induced on mayhem. Complete chaos, people running around, screaming, and in the midst of it, and the ship came to a complete stop at the pier, Maekar saw, with difficulty, a golden hair in the middle.

The soldiers in the harbor were so distracted by the blonde man they didn’t even notice a whole ship had come into the hidden bay. 

“I’ll kill him!”, it echoed in the walls of stone, you could clearly see what was happening even if it was miles away, “let me go or I’ll slash his throat”

“THAT IS MY MAN!”, Maekar said to the rest of his men, “let's go help him!”, with a cry of war, the fake Lannister soldiers jumped from the ship to the harbor, many fell, but were recuperated quickly.

A small battle ensued.

Steffon had been discovered, after days of sneaking around, he couldn’t do anything but grab a random soldier as a hostage, and demanded a ship be readied for him to sail away, but it wasn’t going according to plan, he was one man, and he was alone.

Until now.

He looked up and saw Maekar, using a Lannister armor, running towards him with his hammer in his hands, and he released the soldier, pushing him away making him stumble, he unsheathed his sword, and he was ready to fight

The clash was violent, specially because the real Lannister soldiers were confused as fuck as to who was attacking them. 

In the chaos, forces met and matched, Steffon grabbed Maekar and drew him to the side

“If we go and close the main gates”, he said, pointing upwards, a set of stairs, “we fuck them up, we seal the entrance and the treasury is just up there!”

“Let’s do it!”, both men ran up the stairs, throwing and taking down soldiers as they advanced. Maekar with pure brute force, slamming the breastplates of the soldiers he was taking down with the swing of his hammer.

it was fate

It was the Gods

Or mere luck

But they succeeded. They both used their strength to block the tunnel, and the doors leading to the great harbor inside Casterly Rock. 

As they came back to finish off the remaining poor Lannister Soldiers, securing the Harbor, even though they knew it wasn’t going to be held forever, so they needed to make it quick.

They created a line with all the soldiers, to pass on bags of coins and small trunks of the treasury, up the Lannister vessel, it was kind of ironic.

That was the only time Casterly Rock had been conquered

By a mere stroke of Luck

By two men that were going to be known as

Steffon, “The man of Gold”, and Maekar “Breaksteel” Strong, unlike his father, he managed not to only break bones, but the steel of the armors of his enemies with his war hammer 

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[malereader-inserts]

Of Fire and Ice

Fandom: Game of Thrones Pairing: Sansa Stark x Male!Targaryen!Reader Summary: You had a Silver Crown. She had a mind like fire. Word Count: 2,036 Request: “I'd like to send in a Sansa Stark request where she's the Lady of Winterfell and he's Daenerys younger brother, the pair have a connection and Jon sees this and suggests they marry in order for the bond between the family's to be stronger.” A/n: Still fucking fuming about how the season eight has turned out, everyone deserves so much better write off. So, I’m ignoring virtually canon from season seven :)

You had a Silver Crown.

Too much like how it was snow in Winterfell.

She told herself she doesn’t need a knight or a prince to sweep her off her feet, and yet her you were flying a fucking dragon. You hadn’t met her in the lineup when your sister and Jon came riding in, but she had seen you from the battlements. Watching in awe to see three magnificent dragons flying in Westeros. She heard tales about them and they hadn’t seen them for forever.

She could see you grinning as the air hits you, you could fly for forever, you felt free. She saw you riding the white and gold one, and even a mere second she could hear the wild scream of a man who truly enjoyed life. 

Then a bitter thought came to her mind, you were happy, a happy man and she was not. She did not know what to expect when she saw you stride into her home, you had Daenerys by your side, and you had taken her breath away. Sansa tries to ignore how the icy breath appeared upon your appearance.

She could believe that Rheagar was the most looked upon man of Westeros when he was alive, Daenerys’ beauty was unspeakable but you were, in all of your glory, positively something else. Breathtaking, glorifying, majestic. You and your silver crown, braided flawlessly, and your penetrating purple eyes.

You were a foreigner to the North, to Westeros. Born a few minutes later after your twin sister and shipped off on a boat to Esso, you had never got to know what home was to you. But, the Winter was beautiful and it was the first time you’ve seen snow. Winterfell was something you weren’t used to. 

The people of the North were cold and abrasive but you figured that they move with the season. But, what had grasped your attention was the wild red hair, her hair was a fire within the coldest parts of the realm. You slowly blink as you take in her beauty, no man nor woman of Essos has captured you in a way like she has. 

She had a mind like fire.

You could tell, the way she had ignored the pressing looks of the Unsullied and the Dothraki. You could tell her mind was raged with the blazing heat in the way she had stared, full of concern, it draws you closer than ever before.

“Sansa Stark, Lady of Winterfell,” Daenerys spoke, noticing your stare, “Jon’s sister, she is beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Truly,” You breathed out, “Do you think striking a conversation is too much? Too cutting?”

“You think too much into this, dearest valonqar,” Daenerys had wrapped her arms around your right arm, leaning her head against your shoulder, “You are sweet, just and magnanimous.”

“Those won’t mean anything to her, mandia,” You hummed, sighing, “If only I had Vis’ narcissism.”

“You already ride his namesake dragon, god forbid you’d be anything like him,” Dany scowls at you as you lowly chuckles, gazing upon her, “Our brother is not a joking matter.”

“Forgive me in my bad taste of humour, Dany,” You say, as you look at her, “But, I am not a suitor for her.”

But, you were.

You had run into her when you were looking for your sister, you had literally crashed into her. As you were standing up, you were red with embarrassment as you offer your hand to her.

“I’m terribly sorry,” You apologised as you gently pulled her up, not noticing her face slowly matching her hair, “You wouldn’t know where my sister could be?”

“No, I wouldn’t, sorry,” Sansa couldn’t help but feel hot under your attention.

She noticed when you stare at her they were gentle, not glaring and no lust within your stare, a stare she was belittled to get used to by Joffery and Ramsey. And yet, a lord of the most feared house stares at her as if she was a baby.

She wants to believe those terrible rumours, you were horrible. You would kill and rape any who stands in your way to the Iron Throne, the rumours that you were just as mad as the rest of your family. The rumours that say you were even worst than Joffery and Ramsey combined.

“You’re Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell,” You commented, an inviting smile had captivated her.

Sansa tries to keep a stoic look however that stupid boyish smile had got her huffing an amused smile, “Yes, I am, and you’re Lord (Y/n) Targaryen of Dragonstone.”

You shrugged, “Not officially yet, my sister hasn’t got the Iron Throne, nor yet a Lord.”

“No,” Sansa falls for your purple eyes, you frowned when she turns away, “Not yet.”

She watches how you charged into the Battle with Viserion, you looked as magnificent as your sister would claim. Before she had gone to the crypts she had witnessed you slide of Viserion and whip out your sword, shouting in Valyerian to the Unsullied. 

When the dawn began, coming out of the crypts she was mortified to see the pile of the dead. However, she had noticed you stroking Viserion and Rhaegal. You were trying to calm them down, especially Rhaegal, who was injured in the battle.

Your silver crown ruined, stained with blood and dirt. 

Your ice hair matted compared to her flawless fire hair.

You managed to look over your shoulder and meet her eyes. You sighed, but there was still a sparkle in your eyes. You smile at her and she returns it back. She watches in amusement when she sees Viserion nudged his head into you, causing you to stumble back and fall into your back. She laughs even more when she witnessed the two dragons huff smoke out of their nose - almost as if they were laughing at you.

Throughout the day she and you had been exchanging looks across the way that even the most oblivious, Jon Snow, had noticed. He and Dany were standing in the middle of Winterfell discussing important matters.

“We could rule together,” Daenerys hums, stroking his hair, “King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Daenerys knitted her eyebrows together as she noticed her love not responding, following his eyes she had noticed that he was staring at her brother, who was tending to the injuries of your Unsullied men but soon got distracted with a smitten smile as you stare at Sansa.

“They’ve been like this for a few days,” Daenerys mentions as Jon hardens his eyes.

Watching you leave your men but not taking your eyes off Sansa, running into a wooden pole before Sansa burst out into laughter - though if no one had witnessed what had happened they would think that Sansa was going mad. 

“You’re an idiot.” Sansa had mouthed to you when you grin up at her.

She grabs a handful of the snow from the railing and threw it towards you, hitting you in the face. You let out a chuckle before hoping to get her with snow.

“They work well together,” Dany commented, “Sansa has even warmed up with me, I think it’s in hopes to grab (Y/n) attention, it is certainly working.”

“They make a handsome couple.”

So, when the two were caught out upstairs before a meeting in order to take over the Iron Throne. You had stumbled in and Sansa quickly followed, in hopes to catch you and speak. To get to know you more.

“Sansa, (Y/n) just the two we’ve meaning to talk to,” Jon announced, as you shifted uncomfortably as Sansa stands up straight. 

“Jon wants to talk to you, I have no idea what he’s thinking,” Dany amends as you and she looked at each other. 

“You’re getting married?” You suggested as you smile encouragingly.

“No,” Jon shakes his head, as Dany’s smile dropped, “Marriage is involved but not ours.”

The message sinks in and Sansa’s eyes widen. She will not be given away like a rag doll. She’s been in unhappy marriages before, god forbid if she’s tied to another, but she had witnessed how you looked down to your feet, you became small. Not the man she had been overly fond of. What she observes is a man who is tied to his feelings, a man who would not disagree unless someone does.

“Cersei’s two biggest enemies are our two houses. Having us two reconcile together means a bigger threat to her and The North will support Dany.”

“Why can’t you two marry?” You asked whilst Sansa was taken back to the resentment in your voice, “You’re of blood Stark, Snow.”

It was the first time Jon had you call him by his bastard name, but Dany had known you. You were twins, after all, she had listened to you wanting a quiet life back at home. You want to be loved and have a family you found on your own. A forced marriage is nothing in your plans of love.

“I’m not a Stark,” Jon responded as you looked at him, watching him turn to look at Dany who hesitantly nods, “I’m the son of Rhaegar and Lyanna Targaryen, they had secretly married each other and had a child. I was never a bastard, I am Aegon Targaryen.”

Your eyes widen at the news, in front of you was your nephew, in front of you was your sister’s lover - who loved her as much as she did. You blinked a few times before leaning against the table and sitting down to process the information, staring at your fingers as Sansa blinks. 

Sansa understood that Jon had a better claim to the Iron Throne.

“Northern men support you, Jon,” You explains softly, almost defeat within your tone, “And you’re still a Stark, by Lyanna’s blood.”

“They’ll see more dragon than a wolf, a better unifying would be between you and Sansa, this-”

“No,” Sansa draws her eyes towards you, noticing how your hand was clenched into a fist, you narrow your eyes and abruptly standing up, “I won’t marry Sansa unless she agrees. If not, find yourself another to bring the houses together because I will not live in a loveless forced marriage.”

“It won’t be loveless,” Dany drawls out, “If anything, valonqar, you stare at Sansa almost the same way I stare at Jon.”

You looked over to Sansa, her vibrant fire hair burns out your snow-like hair. Together by house personality, by house location. You were of fire, you were a force to be reckoned with, you knew only heat. You knew how to be harsh and terrifying. You had the nature of a dragon.

But, Sansa was of ice. Cold and calculating much like a wolf hunting for their prey. Sansa takes harsh temperatures to harden, takes harsh reality by its neck to control what goes with her. But, like ice, it can be so easy to break and get in. Fire melts Ice, you had melted your way to her heart.

Anyone with half a brain could tell that there was something between you two.

However, she was fire. She will not be burnt again by men, she will not be burnt by women again. She will be the one to make people tremble her wrath. She was of fire, as her hair marked vibrant as the orange hue flames. You were ice, smart and calculating, god forbid if you were to put in battle as you will never back down until a victory was brought on a spike. And let the gods punish those who think they can trick your smart mind. You were of ice, how your hair was silver like and matched the wintery scene, inviting and friendly.

“I accept,” Sansa whispers as you looked at her with shock, “I want to settle down, if it were to be with (Y/n), then I wouldn’t mind.”

Your harden stare softens immensely as one side of your lip curved upwards.

“Okay...” You murmured, your shoulders relaxing, “I hope you learn to love me.”

“There’s not much to learn when I’m already in love.”

They say ice and fire were terrible together, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too bad.