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[myrtlesandasphodels]

About me

Hello, everyone!

You can call me Myrtle (or Asphodel - I’m not picky), I am 27, and I write fic and create funny posts from time to time. My pronouns are she/her (though I don’t mind they/them occasionally) and I’m dumb of ass and bi of sexual. 

My askbox is open to everyone! I don’t take requests, but if you have any ideas that tickle my interest I might be persuaded to write something.

Right now, I’m HotD trash and specifically Rhaenicent trash, though I do also post about asoiaf and fire and blood. If you’re here for my sillier posts you can find them under the tag ‘goofiness’.

My fics 

Mutlichapter:

Remorse is memory awake || Complete || 20k || Teen || Modern AU

Alicent receives an invitation for her high school reunion and thinks back to the events of her senior year when she had a falling out with Rhaenyra. Contains multiple flashbacks where we see the high school drama unfold. If you like teen dramas you’ll probably enjoy this. Rhaenicent.

Argumentative Attachment Style || WIP || Mature || Modern AU

Sitcom AU where Rhaenyra is a school counsellor with short hair and pronouns, and Alicent is a recently widowed soccer mom with too much on her plate. Alternating POV. Rhaenicent.

My one shots:

My Enemy Most Cherished || 3k || Explicit || Future Fic

Set during Rhaenyra’s occupation of King’s Landing. Alicent is summoned to the new queen’s chambers in the middle of the night. Rhaenicent.

A Minor Hitch || <1000 || Mature || Canon Compliant

Alicent’s maid has figured out her proclivities. Dark!Alicent. Alicent x OFC.

Call her Mother || 2k || Teen || Missing Scene

Rhaenyra and Alicent have a heart to heart before the royal wedding. (listen this one is some of my best writing and it hasn’t got much love so give it a chance). Rhaenicent.

Surrender to your Senses || 4k || Explicit || PWP

Alicent finds she enjoys getting tied up, Rhaenyra enjoys taking care of Alicent. Dom/sub. Rhaenicent. 

are you lonely just like me? || 19k || Explicit || Modern AU

Features escort!Alicent rekindling her relationship with ex gang member!Rhaenyra, who is trying to go straight after disappearing for a few years. Unfortunately, crime lord!Daemon has other ideas. Rhaenicent.

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Cosmic Love

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a/n: this is my first ‘a song of ice and fire’ universe fic i’ve written, as well as the first double character pairing fic i’ve written! i’m still getting the hang of it, so bear with me. i hope you enjoy it, friends! as always, if you want something, don’t be afraid to request it!

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x alicent hightower

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ warnings: cheesy sexy tooth rotting fluff x 1000 with a little side of angst.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ description: based on the events during the season two finale and loosely inspired by ‘cosmic love’ by florence + the machine, Alicent has made the journey to Dragonstone to strike a deal with Rhaenyra in regard to the crown. Rhaenyra is blindsided by the unexpected visit by Alicent, especially as Alicent wants Rhaenyra to follow her into the great beyond. what happens if Rhaenyra and Alicent are finally honest with themselves about where they stand?

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count: 3.6k

DISCLAIMER: SOME OF THE DIALOGUE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME, IT BELONGS TO HBO!!!

Rhaenyra once again realized that sleep would not find her tonight. Of course, this was nothing new as of late, but there was still hope for improvement in her mind. The endless insomnia that seemed to never leave her would be the bane of her existence.

Ever since the death of Lucerys, Rhaenyra could never find a speck of sleep. Each time her eyes grew heavy, visions of her lost babe would appear to ensure sleep was never possible. It was now, more than ever, that sleep would improve her position.

The realm had its head turned to her and her opposers, and she would not be found lacking. With Daemon gone and some of her own army against her method of warfare, Rhaenyra felt hopeless.

She felt the flutter of her eyelids become heavy, slowly shutting them while thinking thoughts that brought good omens in hopes that tonight would be the night that she may get some rest. As her eyes shut, there was a knock at the door that was a tell tale sign that tonight was not the night for sleep.

Alicent’s held on to the rough, splintered side of the boat that was threatening to knock her off her feet. She had already regretted her choice as soon as she stepped afoot the large ship. The ocean was never her forte and this trip was only confirming her resentments.

She looked in the distance at the formidable island that lay for hundreds of years. She understood the significance, but she refused to acknowledge the indignation she held against it now. It was the home of her enemy, or so she thought. These days she felt her heart growing fonder for her once friend, hence her journey across the sea.

But these were not thoughts that she wanted to impede her brain at this time. They were too deep into the trifle that their indifference and misunderstanding had caused them. She must make haste in her quick thinking that had led her all the way to Dragonstone.

She was led off of the ship as soon as they touched land because wasting time was no option. Though speed was preferred, Alicent could not help but admire her surroundings. The castle and everything that it hugged was exactly how Rhaenyra described it to be. It all felt too surreal for Alicent.

Her fingers dragged along the cobblestone walls that prevented passerby’s from falling to their demise. She could feel the fire that lived here long before She felt it in her bones, and it was the same fire she felt that Rhaenyra had. Perhaps it was only in the name Targaryen, but perhaps it was much more than that.

Alicent approached the guards at the front entrance. “I am here to see Queen Rhaenyra,” she said plainly, even surprising herself by the address.

Each guard looked to each other deciding whether they would allow such a treachery to happen under their watch.

“I come unarmed and in need of confession in the late hour, I swear it.”

The guards took another look, even deeper this time. They studied her appearance; a light blue cloak with a hood to match, along with melancholy eyes. Against their better judgment, they let her through. Of course, this was not possible without the supervision of Rhaenyra’s own guard. He followed close behind and alerted another guard on watch that Queen Rhaenyra was expecting a visitor.

After completing the most daunting of their tasks, it was another struggle to weave through the castle. It proved well to have somewhat of a guide.

They reached a great room with a high ceiling. On the far side of the room was a tall staircase that led to another door. Alicent was asked to remain in the room and wait until prompted.

Rhaenyra prepared herself for whatever could be waiting beyond her quarters. A message delivered by raven could be waiting once again, news of Daemon, or anything that may cause her to lose even more sleep. What she did not expect was her childhood companion to be waiting on the other side.

As Rhaenyra followed her guard, she froze when she saw what was waiting for her.

“I had to see you,” said Alicent, moving closer across the room. Rhaenyra walked down the stairs, leaving Ser Lorent Marbrand.

“Who knows?” Rhaenyra asked.

“None save my protector. He laid down his sword at your gate.” Alicent’s voice was wavering with the weight of her regret. “I’ve been, I think…mistaken.”

Alicent explained the weight of the duty she had to carry all those years after Rhaenyra began to distain her. Her arms had been pulled in every direction possible, only finding moments to herself to indulge in the things that made herself happy.

Regardless of how she felt towards Alicent, Rhaenyra had changed. She was not the woman she was before. She was not the Queen she was before. She realized that now was the time for duty and honor, or so she thought.

Alicent explained that she had been wrongly led astray in her duties and priorities. She realized that there were very few times where she felt completely free, but she acknowledged now that her soul was peaceful. It was poor timing considering the realm’s current situation.

“I have been alone as of late. I walked outside the walls of the city and I felt a weight lifted from me,” she explained.

“How lovely for you,” Rhaenyra said, condescendingly.

“I thought, for the first time, what I would choose…if not for the duty I put before all else.”

Rhaenyra couldn’t help but chuckle at the sentiment. “Shall you cast your son down and rule alone?”

“No,” Alicent was quick to rebuttal. “I do not wish to rule, I wish to live. To be free of all this endless plotting and striving.

“The crown will pursue war and victory at any cost,” Rhaenyra sighed, hoping that Alicent was not naive enough to believe that she would be free of any repercussions.

“I…” Alicent began, “but as for me, I would take my daughter and her child and leave it all behind.

“It’s too late, Alicent,” Rhaenyra laughed.

Pathetic she was; Alicent that is. To think that after all this time she would be able to make freethinking decisions. She was entirely too deep into the war looming above their heads.

The hunger from selfish men could practically be smelled from miles away. There was no stopping their greed and desires now, not after the havoc that Alicent had caused.

“Oh, go then. Leave us behind, as you say.”

Alicent scoffed. “Rhaenyra.” Alicent walked away from Rhaenyra, almost as if she had given up on her original goal of coming to Dragonstone.

“Wander in the wilderness.”

Quickly, Alicent turned around facing Rhaenyra once again. “I came here to entertain you, or so I thought! Was it dim of me to believe that you may still have fondness in your heart for me? I see now that it was.”

“Alicent-”

“I came to ensure a way of peace, even at a price. I know the consequences of my actions and I will forever be reminded of them, but I want to make things right again. I knew your father well enough, and I was blinded by my own dignity and righteousness to see it was I who was mistaken; you have been the true heir.”

Rhaenyra was stunned by Alicent’s honesty. All this time she had taken her for a brainwashed fool, but it seemed that she had learned much in a short period.

“You do understand what this means and the allegations you just put out into the world? Your own son on the line, is that something you would live with?” Rhaenyra asked sincerely.

Alicent produced soft tears forming in the corner of her eyes. She knew the price she would pay for this treason, and yet she was willing to serve this sentence willingly.

“If I am to take the throne, I must put an end to the opposition. I must take Aegon’s head, and I have to do it for all to see. You know this. However you may try to evade it, you know this,” Rhaenyra explained.

Alicent’s tears grew and she held her head in her hands. She could not bear the thought of losing her own child, but the thought of throwing the entire realm into disarray because of his selfish decisions haunted her more. Both decisions could send her into deep despair, but which would bring peace to the masses?

“Choose,” Rhaenyra demanded. “Will you shrink from what you set out to do? Or will you see it through…and make your sacrifice? A son for a son.”

Both regents stared at one another with longing.

A son for a son. Rhaenyra knew the pain well, and casting this decision on another, let alone Alicent, was not made easily or even in good conscience. The thought itself made tears well in Rhaenyra’s eyes as well. They stared at each other and for once it seemed as if they shared each other’s pain. The pain of not only being a woman, but being a mother during these trying times they found themselves in.

Rhaenyra wiped away her tears. “You are much changed.”

“Let us be done with this, please,” Alicent begged.

“And what do I do with you now?”

“You let me go, to do what I promised. And you fly to the Red Keep in three days' time, and you take your throne. Or you take me a liar,” she scoffed. “I have neither weapon nor armor. My life itself is forfeit… I cast myself on the mercy of a friend who once loved me.”

Rhaenyra’s attention was pulled even more into focus at her words. “History will paint you a villain. A cold queen… grasping for power, and then defeated.”

“Let them think what they must. I am at last myself… with no ambition greater than to walk where I please and to breathe the open air. To die unremarked and unnoticed… and be free.”

Rhaenyra smiled fondly. “You speak as if from a distant dream.”

She could picture the two of them walking arm in arm across the courtyard to visit the Godswood as children. The distant dream was really a tried and true memory that was once loved by them both. They had missed each other so deeply but were afraid to admit it after Rhaenyra had felt so betrayed by her friend. Though, it was not Alicent’s fault at all as it was not her doing. It was simply another way for her father to gain the power and credibility he so longed for. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

Then, the energy in Rhaenyra’s chamber had shifted; it became lighter and hopeful. There suddenly was an air of forgiveness as well as an unidentified desire present that was yet to be seen.

“Come with me,” Alicent blurted. And so the mysterious desire became quickly apparent.

There seemed to be no decent answer that Rhaenyra could give Alicent that she could possibly muster in the moment. “And why should I do that?”

Alicent came closer. “Oh please, Rhaenyra. Why wouldn’t you?”

Rhaenyra looked down nervously, shuffling her feet. “I have my own duties, I have-”

“Would you please shed your act for one fleeting moment, I beg!” Alicent shouted, causing Rhaenyra to step back in utter shock.

Rhaenyra was taken aback by Alicent’s fury. She was angry now, but she did not quite know who she was angry at. More than likely it was herself that she was angry at, angry for being so blind all this time.

“I have not forgotten about the wish you so hopefully cast upon me that I declined against my better judgment.”

“May you remind me of this request?” Rhaenyra spat. Even though her tone was harsh, she felt fullness in her heart for the first time since she had all of her children surrounded in her presence.

“Back at the Godswood, when we were children,” Alicent said. “Oh, it sounds pathetic now, to think of the dreams we had when we were young. Alas, we were only children.”

“Yes,” Rhaenyra began, “we were.” She paused for a moment to gather her whereabouts, as well and dissect the assumptions that Alicent was alluding to. It was too early to be delving into such things, but Alicent had set out to do just that.

“A-at the Godswood,” Alicent moved closer, “do you remember what you once said?”

Rhaenyra was suddenly reminded of her words that she spoke as her head rested on Alicent’s leg. Additionally, Rhaenyra became frighteningly aware that the two of them were not alone.

Ser Lorent Marbrand stood near the stairs guarding the Queen in any attempt of harm. Rhaenyra waved him off.

“My Queen?” he pushed.

“You may go, Ser Lorent,” Rhaenyra demanded, but the guard stayed put. “You are dismissed!”

The guard left promptly after the Queen’s harsh display of dismissal. Rhaenyra waited until she heard the soft echo of his footsteps before continuing. She did not know exactly which direction this conversation may go, but based on the topics so far, it is one that she did not want others to be present for.

“Continue,” Rhaenyra said to Alicent.

“The words you spoke, your grace.” Rhaenyra was thoroughly shocked at the words that Alicent so carefully crafted. “You had said that-”

“‘I wanted to ride dragon back with you and explore the wonders far across the narrow sea,’” Rhaenyra finished.

“And eat only cake,” they both said in unison.

They remembered that time as if it had occurred only yesterday. They were children, friends, and enemies together. Secretly they hoped that they could be more.

“I cannot help but think, what if I would have agreed to those childish antics?” Alicent asked out loud.

“Why, after all this time have you decided to come crawling back?” Rhaenyra rebutted. “I would even argue that there has not been a more inconvenient time for such games!”

“This is not a game, Rhaenyra! Have I not poured myself out to you enough? What else would you have me do?”

They both paused to stare at one another. Rhaenyra stared deeply at Alicent, studying her expression and desire that she was so eagerly displaying in this moment. Alicent looked at Rhaenyra with the same childlike wonder that she once did. It was the same feeling, but also something brand new and foreign to both of them.

Rhaenyra walked away deeper into the room. She was looking for something she had stowed away a while before this that she thought might be of use. She walked back to Alicent with a slip of parchment in hand and held it out for her in hopes of taking it.

Alicent unfolded the small piece of parchment to reveal a ripped page of a book that she studied for a moment. She looked at Rhaenyra with her glassy expression.

“I assumed you had thrown it into the fireplace to let the flames engulf it,” Alicent said.

“I could not,” Rhaenyra shook her head. “Each time I found myself looking to it, I saw the happy memories of what once was.”

Alicent walked closer to Rhaenyra, causing her to shift in her place near the table. She had not come this close to Alicent since she disguised herself as a septa in order to make good with her, which did not bode well in the end.

Rhaenyra’s heart leaped when Alicent placed her hand atop of Rhaenyra’s. “We can restore those memories and be as we once were. I am sure of it,” Alicent said.

They looked in one another’s eyes to pinpoint the explanation of the longing they had been feeling the entire lonely night. “Let me set it right… please.”

Rhaenyra and Alicent never peeled their eyes away from each other in those fleeting moments. They stared so intently that Rhaenyra did not seem to notice that Alicent had taken her hand into her own, slowly raising it to her lips.

Alicent’s lips parted slightly as she brought them down to Rhaenyra’s hand. She left a gentle kiss upon the back of her hand, eyes never leaving the stars that gleamed within Rhaenyra’s eyes.

Rhaenyra could not wait any longer for the drawn out confession of her companion. She quickly placed her hand against Alicent’s flushed cheek, savoring the new warmth that she had been desiring for a decade.

“Oh, Alicent. We have been so blinded all this time,” Rhaenyra said, lovingly.

“I don’t believe we have been blind, only repressed from the things we truly wanted.”

Rhaenyra stroked Alicent’s cheek with her thumb, while also exploring extremely close to her lips. “How I have missed you.”

“Every light that guided me has been blown out since we have been apart. I always knew I would find my way back somehow,” Alicent explained.

Rhaenyra replaced her hand on Alicent’s cheek with her own lips. She could taste the heat radiating from Alicent’s skin, acting as motivation for her pleadings. Her lips moved closer to Alicent’s, but not without savoring each movement she made. Alicent sighed, her needs being fulfilled at last with the taste of Rhaenyra on her skin.

Alicent’s hands crawled to the back of Rhaenyra’s neck in hopes to guide her right where she wanted. To follow suit, Rhaenyra snaked her hands around Alicent’s bust to hold her close.

“It has been torture staying away from you these long years,” Rhaenyra whispered.

“And it is torture for me to watch you draw it out so,” Alicent whispered back, their lips almost touching. She waited for Rhaenyra to initiate their intimacy in hopes that Rhaenyra really did feel the same way she did.

Slowly, Rhaenyra lingered her parting lips over Alicent’s to graze each pair against each other. The breaths they took were shaky due to their built up nerves that started long ago. They yearned so much for one another that they were paralyzed with the realization that the moment they had waited for was here.

As if a mouse had spoken, Alicent spoke so softly. “I love you.”

“I loved you first,” Rhaenyra responded. “With all my heart.”

Rhaenyra broke the space between them with a kiss they had longed to share. Their kiss said more than they ever could to each other. It was a piece of them that became whole and healed again.

Both of them clawed at one another like rabid animals. Their hands were everywhere on their faces, their hips, their back, and spaces they never knew existed.

Their moans filled the air like a beautiful, intimate song. Rhaenyra tugged on Alicent’s long, curly hair, twirling it around her fingers as her lips moved against Alicent’s.

Alicent held Rhaenyra’s face in her hands as if it was the most precious jewel she had beheld. Her touch was gentle and loving. Alicent took her time to worship Rhaenyra just as she had been intending to do.

This was not near enough for Rhaenyra. She guided Alicent to the nearest wall to rest herself against. Rhaenyra pressed Alicent between the wall and her own burning body. Legends say that it took a special person to tame a dragon, but Alicent Hightower had Rhaenyra Targaryen wrapped around her finger.

Rhaenyra dug her nails into the side of Alicent’s neck while she left hot kisses along the side of her porcelain skin. There was barely skin left to touch by the time that Rhaenyra was done with Alicent.

Alicent had explored the most sensitive parts of Rhaenyra’s skin which elicited sensual responses each and every time. Her tongue was full of wonders as it snaked through Rhaenyra’s mouth and tangled within her own. They may savor the taste of each other for as long as they both roam the earth.

“Come with me,” Alicent hummed against Rhaenyra’s lips.

“And to where would we go?” Rhaenyra replied.

Rhaenyra felt Alicent smile against her lips, causing a roar of fire to be lit in her soul. “Anywhere, as long as it is with you, my Queen.”

“Mm, I could get used to that.” The words were like honey rolling off of her sweet lips. Rhaenyra could listen to her speak as long as she lived. “And what of the war? What shall we do with that?”

Their kissing ceased to exist for the moment which caused Alicent frustration. “Can we forget about that matter for the moment? The war will continue whether we are involved or not, you said it yourself. Bloodshed is inevitable.”

Rhaenyra studied Alicent’s face after she had spoken. There was an incessant need to be impulsive in her head which was frightening to her. She had never gone through those emotions, but there was a voice telling her to listen to the voice.

“Well, we had better get a move on then,” Rhaenyra said.

“You are quite serious?” Alicent laughed in disbelief.

“They say there is no time quite like the present, don’t they?”

And so, the two of them snuck around the darkened corridors of Dragonstone, weaving behind guards and avoiding questioning at all costs. Rhaenyra took Alicent down to the dragon pit for the first time. Syrax was Rhaenyra’s pride and joy, and it gave Rhaenyra great pleasure to fully show Alicent her world as she lived it.

Though Alicent had played her part in the Targaryen story, there was something incredibly profound about being in Dragonstone itself. Just like she had arrived, she could feel the furious energy down to the island’s bones. Real power had lived here for years and it was just getting started.

Playing a part in the Targaryen story took on a whole new meaning as the beginnings of a beautiful relationship bloomed between Rhaenyra and Alicent. They could sail and fly anywhere in the world, but home was such a pleasant place to start.

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Teddy's Masterlist

House of the Dragon/ASOIAF

Rhaenicent fanfics

A Targaryen Type of Madness (finished series)

Rhaenyra Targaryen always had a hint of madness in her, though it would take many years for its extent to be realized.

The Madness of Dragons (ongoing series)

After six years, the heirs of the Iron Throne have come out of hiding and want to reclaim their birthright. The dragons will dance as war breaks out between Queen and Heirs. Continuation of A Targaryen Type of Madness.

Last Christmas (on hiatus)

Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. Will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Underneath the Veil of Hatred (finished series)

Princess Rhaenyra gives birth to a third child, a son with brown hair and dark eyes. The realm believes the child's true father to be the Princess' sworn sword, Harwin Strong. Queen Alicent Hightower orders to the child be brought to her.

Good Luck Egg (ongoing series)

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future. Based on Good Luck Charlie.

The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower (finished one shot)

The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it.

We Always Burn (finished one shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark.

When the World is Ending (finished one shot)

In a post-Zombie Apocalyptic world, Rhaenyra ventures to find a compound and the one within it.

Aegon the 3rd x Jaehaera fanfics

Night Talks (finished one shot)

Jaehaera awakes to find her husband gone from their bed, she finds him and they share a moment where they believe just maybe things will be alright.

Just a Man (finished one shot)

When Aegon falters his queen is always there by his side.

A Small Piece (finished one shot)

Jaehaera wonders if her husband loves her, and his response surprises her.

A Question (finished one shot)

Jaehaera asks her husband a question that brings up old feelings.

Non-Pairing fics

The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone (ongoing series)

A boy from Dragonstone claims a dragon and to keep things hidden Viserys legitimatizes him as a Targaryen. However, no one knows who this boy is or what his intentions are.

A Welcome to Dorne (finished one shot)

Meria Martell greets Rhaenys Targaryen when she lands in Dorne.

Long Live the King (finished one shot)

King Viserys the 1st was found murdered in chambers, while there were many theories no one truly knows what occurred that dark night. Inspired by Murder on the Orient Express.

Mercy (finished one shot)

Daeron Targaryen receives news about his nephew Maelor from Bitterbridge.

Credit to @moonshine999 for the mood boards/dividers. Also, check out my AO3 :)

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✦ give me one reason - alicent is about to get married when her ex-girlfriend rhaenyra unexpectedly shows up for the wedding

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playboy!rhaenyra x lawyer!alicent

✦the issue with consequences - notorious playboy rhaenyra targaryen has always gotten whatever she wanted, but what happens when the one person she wants isn’t interested? (or so it seems)

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Alicent x Criston After That Septa!Rhaenyra Scene 😂

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THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAPPHIC SUMMER!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in HOTD Sapphic Summer! We truly appreciate everyone who created fanworks or supported the event by reblogging or leaving kudos and comments! If you have a late submission, that's fine! Just remember to tag us so that we don't miss it! There is a masterlist of all the fanwork created for this event under the cut:

ART

Rhaenicent Mermaid AU by @rainhalydia

FIC

HOTD and F&B Sapphic Summer Collection on AO3 are you lonely just like me (Rhaenicent) by @myrtlesandasphodels Cleave (Rhaenicent)by @selkiewife Surrender to your Senses (Rhaenicent) by @myrtlesandasphodels

GIFS

I Named Us Grief (Rhaenicent) by @selkiewife Essie x Sylvenna Sand (Sylvessie) by @selkiewife Rhaenys x Alicent (Alaenys) by @selkiewife When You Fall Again (Laenyra) by @selkiewife

[alistairtheyrin]

the bard of riverbrook farm, masterlist

la belle dame sans merci, frank bernard dicksee

aemond targaryen x lowborn!reader

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summary | the people of the riverlands begin to find peace once more as the land recovers from the dance of the dragons. in an unremarkable village, a musician draws the attention of a peculiar stranger

tags | secret identity, soft romance, bard!reader, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, eventual smut, implied rhaenicent, discussions of trauma related to war, gender-neutral pronouns

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated 💞

pt. i pt. ii more to follow

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THE ALCHEMY (series masterlist)

As Election Day approached, the polls were clear: Aemond Targaryen was too cold, too untouchable and seemingly heartless. Juniper Greyson seems to be the exact opposite and might just be the perfect solution to his problems.

(Warnings: 18+, eventual smut, they are both traumatized, but trying their best, angst, otto hate train, rhaenicent undertones, specific warnings each part.)

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Fic masterlist

Hotd

Someone will remember us (aemond targaryen x oc, aemma velaryon) completed ,rated: M

All is Bliss (in the Court of Aemma the Great) Aemond x Aemma, completed, rated M

Whatever souls are made of (aemond x aemma one shot series)

To the ends of the earth (aemond x aemma au)

Aemond x Reader inserts

Hotd big bang spring 2024

Cupid kills with arrows (arranged marriage/loosely based on queen charlotte au)

Shock and delight (bridgerton au)

Sun (one word prompt, shock and delight)

Castle (one word prompt, rhaenicent)

Hotd bigbang road 24 prompts

Sweet mother (table sex gate ft rhaenicent) rated: M

Desperate Measures (Gwayne Hightower x Jena Mertyns(oc))

The Last Kingdom

Osferth masterlist

Aethelred x reader

Magnificent Century

Au list

Dune

Queen of Light, King of Darkness (Feyd x OC)

The Last Wolf of Lankiveil (part 2 of Feyd x Nurbanu(oc))

Broken (feyd x nurbanu one shot)

Saltburn

A Comedy of Nonmathematical Errors (Michael Gavey is secretly Felix Catton's twin) hiatus

Rings of Power

I Sang of Leaves of Gold (gil galad x maia!oc, rings of power)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin(gil galad x erinti, silmarilion)

The Stone Table (gil galad x erinti smut)

[divine-donna]

hotd masterlist

cast

courtship (hcs | gn! reader)

diamond of the season - bridgerton regency! au headcanons

love is patient and kind (hcs | gn! reader | rom com au)

the monster is us (hcs | gn! reader | horror au)

lights! camera! action! (hcs | gn! reader | movie star au)

when you fall sick (hcs | gn! reader)

cooking and baking (hcs | gn! reader)

are you on the square? (shitpost)

manners maketh man (hcs | gn! reader | kingsman spy! au)

falling in love with a dragonrider (hcs | gn! reader | request)

arranged marriage with childhood friend (hcs | gn! reader | request)

falling into their crush’s chest (hcs | gn! reader | request)

having an s.o. who is afraid of children and childbirth (hcs | gn! reader | request)

driving (hcs | gn! reader)

daemon targaryen

general + relationship (hcs | gn! reader)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader)

rhaenyra targaryen

general + relationship (wip)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader | request)

victory for the opposing side (hcs | gn! reader | request)

coming out + their mother’s reaction (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reacting to the fact that (y/n) killed their child (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reactions to their lover cheating on them (hcs | gn! reader | request)

dragon’s smile (fic | gn! reader)

red lady (wip)

portrait of a princess on fire (fic | rhaenicent)

alicent hightower

general + relationship (wip)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader | request)

victory for the opposing side (hcs | gn! reader | request)

happy ending with their s.o (hcs | gn! reader | request)

coming out + their mother’s reaction (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reacting to the fact that (y/n) killed their child (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reactions to their lover cheating on them (hcs | gn! reader | request)

treatments for sorrow (fic | gn! reader)

green lightning (wip)

portrait of a princess on fire (fic | rhaenicent)

aegon targaryen

general + relationship (hcs | gn! reader)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader | request)

victory for the opposing side (hcs | gn! reader | request)

coming out + their mother’s reaction (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reacting to a bard (hcs | gn! reader | request)

aemond targaryen

general + relationship (hcs | gn! reader)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader | request)

victory for the opposing side (hcs | gn! reader | request)

happy ending with their s.o (hcs | gn! reader | request)

coming out + their mother’s reaction (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reacting to a bard (hcs | gn! reader | request)

study session (fic | gn! reader)

in the mood for love (fic | gn! reader)

helaena targaryen

general + relationship (hcs | gn! reader)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader request)

happy ending with their s.o (hcs | gn! reader | request)

coming out + their mother’s reaction (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reactions to their lover cheating on them (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reacting to a bard (hcs | gn! reader | request)

jacaerys velaryon

general + relationship (hcs | gn! reader)

opposing sides (hcs | gn! reader | request)

coming out + their mother’s reaction (hcs | gn! reader | request)

reacting to a bard (hcs | gn! reader | request)

[valleyof-goldenlilies]

Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia - Chapter 1: A Platter of Grapes (Daemon Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader)

Chapter 1: A Platter of Grapes 

The Red Keep is graced by an old, familiar presence. 

Se Zaldrīzoti' Prūmia Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | 

HOTD Masterlist | Main Masterlist | 

Warnings: Extremely, and I mean extreme slow burn lol, Daemon and Y/N both being little shits who cannot stand each other, I have a blood feud with the HOTD costuming department for Rhaenyra and thus I go into extreme (probably historical inaccurate) detail about the clothes of the characters, Rhaenicent hints so faint that if you blink you’d miss it 

Word Count: 3.3k words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire and Blood characters, save for Y/N Tyrell, although I did expand on their characterisation, which might deviate from canon. All credit for the characters goes to George RR Martin and the showrunners of HOTD. The GIF above is also not mine, original credit to the creator is stated above. Go check them out! 

A/N: A special thanks to all those who have reblogged my ‘Se Zaldrizoti’ Prumia’ related posts 💗 your support is truly appreciated and has been the source of my smiles over the past few days 

lovely dividers courtesy of @firefly-graphics​ !

105 years after Aegon’s Conquest

Queen Aemma’s chambers was a busy hive of activity, as usual. The queen’s serving girls, ladies-in-waiting, and Grand Maester Mellos went in and out of the Queen’s apartments in a constant rotation, fussing over the heavily pregnant Aemma’s every need or discomfort. Aemma herself was exhausted at the constant fussing and prodding, but Viserys was deeply concerned about the babe in Aemma’s womb - which he insisted with vehement conviction was a son, and therefore must be treated with the utmost level of care, and after five failed attempts at producing an heir, Aemma had learnt over the years that to be overcautious was not necessarily a bad thing. 

Aemma sat sprawled on her lounge, occasionally grimacing when a sharp ache rippled through her body should she choose to adjust herself. Clad in a simple white linen shift and an intricately embroidered rose pink robe of Myrish silk and lace, she felt beads of sweat beginning to form at her temples once more. Her pregnancy had cursed her to endure bout after bout of severe sweating, despite the fact that it was nigh autumn and the ladies of the court had taken to long sleeves and wrapping shawls around their shoulders. Closing her eyes and dabbing at her forehead wearily, she sincerely hoped that the babe in her belly would be the boy Viserys had so longed for, if it meant that she would stop being plagued with the labours of pregnancy.

Her tired expression fell in an instant, replaced by a radiant smile as a woman dressed in a light green linen gown with long bell sleeves walked into her view, nodding politely to the exiting Grand Maester. “You finally came back,” Aemma joked lightly, watching the woman take a seat on the cushioned stool next to Aemma’s recliner. “I was afraid you got sidetracked and forgot about my grapes.” 

The woman’s (Y/E/C) eyes flickered with amusement. “I could never dare forget about you, my queen. You would have me beheaded and my head placed on a spike if I did.” Aemma let out a laugh as she reached over to pluck a grape from the bowl in Y/N’s hands. Y/N shook her head at the queen’s lack of dining decorum, but offered up the much awaited platter of grapes to Aemma’s eager hands regardless. “And pray tell, what shall I do if I had executed my favourite and most competent lady-in-waiting, hmm?” Aemma jested, shoving three grapes into her mouth. It was definitely not something a queen should be doing, but Y/N had been Aemma’s lady-in-waiting for nearly two years, and her friend for far longer. Decorum was not a concept that existed between the two of them. 

“You flatter me, Your Grace. And slow down, the grapes will not fly away.” I chided gently, as Aemma continued shoving three grapes at a time into her mouth. “The grapes won’t, although I’m afraid Rhaenyra will. Didn’t she say she would come to see me at first light? It’s nearly midday.” Just then, like clockwork, a commotion could be heard near the entrance to the Queen’s apartments. Princess Rhaenyra and Lady Alicent Hightower’s voice could be heard laughing together among the subservient voices of the servants greeting the two of them. “Speak ill of the Stranger,” I laughed, as Rhaenyra and Alicent appeared in view, smiling with their arms linked. 

Rhaenyra was wearing a silk gown of soft gold, with butterfly sleeves. The bodice had a ribbed triangular corset that was cinched at the waist, and the skirt parted at the middle to reveal a layer of dark crimson brocade, with faint scrollwork detailing in tiny golden threads. A similarly coloured velvet shawl patterned with gold-threaded dragons was draped over her shoulders, to protect her from the chill. Meanwhile Alicent was clad in a gown of light blue worsted yarn, with bell sleeves going to just above her wrists. A thin layer of cream muslin peeked out of her sleeves and ruffles of the same material covered her collarbones modestly. Blue roses were sewn around her waistline, and olive leaves were embroidered around the neckline of her dress. I suppressed a smile when I noticed a garden violet tucked between Alicent’s reddish brown locks, and a similar one nestled in the princess’ white-blonde tresses. 

Rhaenyra immediately went over to Aemma, Alicent staying a respectful distance away. “Your Grace,” Alicent smiled and curtsied politely to Aemma, and Aemma greeted her warmly, “Good morrow, Lady Alicent.” “Mother, Y/N”, Rhaenyra crouched down next to Aemma, holding out a hand to stop me when I stood up to offer her my seat. 

Rhaenyra wrinkled her nose when she noticed her mother clad in such thin clothes, and started detangling her shawl from her shoulders, but Aemma only shook her head with an affectionate smile and stilled Rhaenyra’s motions by cupping her cheek with one hand. “It has been quite long since first light, has it not? You have forgotten about your poor royal mother, Rhaenyra.” 

Rhaenyra rolled her eyes, though her voice was tender. “Forgive me, Mother. But the weather was far too lovely for me not to take Syrax out for a flight. She has been growing lazy as of late.” Aemma snorted softly, adjusting a braid that had loosened from Rhaenyra’s hairdo. “Now that explains the dragon stench overwhelming my apartments then. You are lucky that Y/N was kind enough to accompany me during your absence.” “Is it not my duty, my Queen?” I teased, “Unless you find my company repulsive, of course.” Aemma pursed her lips thoughtfully, although her eyes were filled with mischief as she said, “Your company is delightful as always, although the waiting time for my food to be brought up is quite outrageous.” “Then I shall pray to the Seven that they might bestow on me the power of flight to serve you better, your Grace.”

“Seven hells!” Rhaenyra cursed, fumbling in her pockets. “Rhaenyra! Language,” Aemma scolded. “What is it?” I asked, concerned. Rhaenyra groaned in frustration, “I had a present for Mother, but I must have dropped it in the throne room when I was showing it to father yesterday.” “How careless,” Aemma chided, although her tone was soft as Rhaenyra bit her lip and hung her head slightly. She must’ve really wanted to give the present to Aemma. 

“Why don’t I go retrieve it?” I offered, standing up and smoothing my dress. “The kitchens are but a stone’s throw away from the throne room, and I am certain Your Grace’s appetite for grapes has not yet been sated.” 

Rhaenyra’s eyes shone with gratitude, “Yes please! Thank you, Y/N.” “Tis nothing, princess. What does it look like?” “It’s a necklace, with a ruby falcon pendant, ” Rhaenyra described, “I got it to remind Mother of home.” “Oh Rhaenyra,” Aemma murmured softly, a soft look of love flooding her face. Rhaenyra held her hand tightly, “There was a sapphire one, but I thought the ruby one would be fitting. For both your Arryn and Targaryen roots.” Aemma squeezed her daughter’s hand, “I will cherish it fiercely forever, as I do with all your gifts.” My face took on a wistful expression as I watched mother and daughter interact and I spoke softly, “Worry not, princess, I will find it and bring it here.” 

I retreated out of the room, returning Alicent’s smile with one of my own as I passed her on my way out of the room, but not before Aemma called out to me, “Make sure you make haste! Your queen desires for more grapes!” “Of course, my Queen!” I called back, grinning. 

The throne room was blissfully unguarded, which signified the absence of the King, and by extension, any nosy courtiers who might frown upon me fumbling around the throne room like a sneaking rat. ‘Perfect, no need for awkward pleasantries then.’ I opened the double doors leading to the throne room, shutting the doors with a heavy thunk. My eyes took a while to adjust to the gloom of the throne room, but I nearly let out a shriek when I saw a shadowy figure sitting on the throne room. Was that the king? And if so, why in the Seven Hells was he sitting in a darkened throne room? 

“Byka zaldrīzes,” an all too familiar voice called out. My heart thumped furiously in my chest as my mouth dropped open in disbelief.

No. No way. He was somewhere floating around in Lys, if court gossip was to be believed. It couldn’t be him. 

“Won’t you come closer? It’s only been 8 years since we last saw each other. Surely you haven’t forgotten me.” 

Daemon Targaryen. Second son of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa, younger brother of king Viserys, and the most annoying royal pain in my ass. 

His petulance and near unnatural ability to be able to get on every single nerve in my body had caused me to become a devoted practitioner of self-restraint, given how badly I longed to throttle him or slit his throat with a dagger whenever he was near me. But much to my consternation, societal propriety rendered me unable to challenge him in a duel or even brawl with him, like most boys would do to sort out their differences. But even so, it was not in my nature to silently endure the countless pranks and jests he tormented me with, and thus I often paid him back tenfold for every misdeed he committed against me. My mother was chagrined, while Prince Baelon and Viserys merely laughed and observed our antics with much amusement, along with the rest of the court. 

My lips twisted in a frown, and my heart still beating fast from the initial shock, I walked closer to the Iron Throne. “As much as I’d like to, your memory still leaves an unwanted stain in my mind.” The figure sitting languidly on the throne leaned forward as I approached, making me finally catch a glimpse of the boy whom I used to detest with every fibre of my being. Although he certainly bore no resemblance to the annoying brat I detested. 

Gone was the lankier frame of his youth. In his stead, it was a man, of tall stature and strong muscular frame, honed by years of intense sword training and puberty. His hair had lengthened considerably since the last time I saw it, and my lips twitched in amusement as I remembered how I had once cut it off when we were children as retribution for him dousing me with a bucket of Arbor Gold while he and I were sneaking around the Red keep late at night, him claiming that he had something interesting to show me. I treasured the memory of that deliciously girlish scream he let out when he realised I had dared cut his precious white-blonde locks. His face had lost its roundness over the years as well, becoming lean and chiselled, lending a harsher quality to his expression, but it only seemed to accentuate his daring and dangerous beauty, or at least, if you listened to the giggles of the twittering ladies of court. His eyes, still filled with that same mischievous glint, watched me as I stood in front of the throne, raking over me shamelessly. I rolled my eyes at that, at least some things never changed. 

“Ah, but you remember me nonetheless.” 

“The emphasis was on the word ‘unwanted’, your Grace.” 

He laughed, leaning back against the throne leisurely as he stared at Y/N. ‘It was a sheer marvel his body was not littered with a thousand cuts by now,’ Y/N thought, a scowl on her face. 

“I see the years have finally taught you some manners. I couldn’t remember the last time you addressed me formally. You always had some rather…colourful turn of phrases up your sleeves, however. Maybe the years of looking for a prospective marriage match have taught you some decorum.” 

I narrowed my eyes at him, the vein in my neck beginning to tick in annoyance, as it always did around him. “You know they say, people age slower when they get married. You are living proof that the saying is false.” He let out a throaty laugh, crossing his legs as his voice took on a mocking tone. “I see your lack of marriage prospects have turned you from sour to bitter, byka zaldrizes.” 

I bristled, “Stop calling me that. Why are you here?” “I heard there was a tournament being held in my honour. I should be in attendance since all this heraldry was made on my account, should I not?” “The tournament is for the King’s heir.” Daemon learned forward again, his tone edged with menace, and defiance. “Precisely as I said.” 

I shook my head, duly unimpressed. “There is no need for you to be sitting on the Iron Throne though. Tis not your place.” Daemon scoffed, “And who are you to command me? I am a Targaryen prince, I sit where I please.” “The King would disagree with that if he were here.” I fired back. 

Suddenly, I remembered I was here on an errand, not for idle chat, so in a huff of frustration, I turned away from the offending prince and began to search the halls for a glint of red anywhere. “Running away, byka zaldrīzes?” I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to punch him in his smug face. Calm down, Y/N, you already did that once, and by the Seven Hells, the consequences were absolutely not worth it. “Unfortunately, I am here on an errand, not for childish bickering, your Grace.” I heard a faint sound of footsteps behind me, but I ignored them as I continued to pace around the vast empty room. No sign of any necklace at all. I groaned internally. Perhaps I should’ve asked Rhaenyra for more instructions before taking on the task. 

“Could the errand be this?” I whirled around, finding the Prince in far too close a proximity for my liking, a smirk on his lips and a necklace with a ruby falcon dangling from his raised right hand. My eyes widened, chest sagging in relief as I beheld the necklace. “Yes. Oh thank the Seven,” I reached out to grab the necklace, but Daemon only snatched it back. I let out a strangled noise of frustration, “Hey!” 

Daemon leaned in closer, pressing me against a pillar uncomfortably. “Thank the Seven? I think that they shouldn’t be the one you’re directing your thanks to,” he murmured softly. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, as I glared into his eyes. His infuriatingly, inhumanely beautiful purple eyes. Damn him. “Back up.” I hissed. Daemon seemed to take it as an invitation to lean in closer, his face was mere centimetres from mine now. My breathing became more uneven, feeling a mix of frustration and another strange feeling I couldn't place. “Are you going to punch me again if I don’t?” he whispered softly, his eyes sparkling with deviousness and mischief. “Yes,” I hissed. 

“However, if you take a step back, I might find it in me to thank you for your nosiness in picking up things that do not belong to you.” “Yet if it were not for me, you might have needed to scour the whole of King’s Landing to find this little trinket.” He withdrew from me with a smirk, and I huffed, glaring at him. “Well? I’m impatiently awaiting your gratitude, byka zaldrizes.” Gritting my teeth, I finally bit out, “Thank you, Your Grace. Will you please return me the necklace now? The princess is in need of it.” 

A rough laugh escaped him. “Now that’s more like it. You’re very welcome, my lady.” He dropped the necklace into my waiting hand, eyes watching me as I clasped the falcon pendant in my hand and internally praised the Seven for being able to find it, although through an unconventional method. “You changed a lot, you know,” he said, his eyes still studying my face. “That’s to be expected. It’s been 8 years. You have changed too.” “You’re quieter,” he observed. “Well, I can hardly scream at you now that we’re both adults, can I? I have a reputation to maintain.” 

The prince scoffed at that, “Reputation. Lady Primrose always stressed about that. I didn’t think you’d take her lessons to heart.” “She was my mother, Your Grace. And she is correct about the importance of reputation, especially as I am chief lady-in-waiting to the queen now.” I chided him. He chuckled darkly, “The topic of reputation is not one I much care for. You should know that better than anyone, my lady.” I raised my eyebrows, “Is that why you came back to court without Lady Royce then?” Daemon rolled his eyes, “That boring cunt is the least of my worries. Court is already dreadfully dull. Should I need to suffer in her presence for any longer, I might just mount my own head on a spike.” “I always thought you a warrior, but it seems you are a coward in the face of marriage.” I mocked. I could see Daemon’s face scrunch up with anger at my claim, and I smirked, relishing in how he still had the same sore spots he did when we were children. Classic Daemon. 

Daemon felt fury bubble up in him, like a kettle dangerously close to boiling point. Seeing her smirk however, made him forgo his initial angry outburst and settle for a sharper, more hurtful one. “Bold words for someone who keeps rejecting marriage proposals. If there’s anyone who is a coward, I would say it’s you, my lady.” The vein in my neck was probably protruding to the high heavens by now. I longed to yell at him, like I always did back in my girlhood, but I couldn’t, because he was right. Yelling would only prove his point and allow him the pleasure of gloating. I was not about to rise up to his bait. Turning away from him, I walked out of the hall briskly. “It was a pleasure seeing you, your Grace, but I’m afraid I must be off. I hope we never have the misfortune to cross paths again.” 

My hand was on the brass door handle when I heard him call my name once more. “Y/N?” Rolling my eyes, I kept my back turned away from him. “Yes, your Grace?” 

“I was sorry to hear about Lady Primrose’s passing.” I stiffened at his unexpected condolences. I hadn’t thought about my mother in a very long time. “She was as much of a mother to me as she was to you” I tilted my head downward, closing my eyes for a brief moment. “It has been 7 years since she passed. There is no need to offer your condolences…but I appreciate it nonetheless.” 

Daemon heard the doors to the throne room slam shut. His eyes still cast on the door Y/N had just left from, he tilted his head slightly. A soft chuckle resonated through the throne room. ‘Same old Y/N’, he thought to himself, a smile curling at his lips, ‘but…different somehow.’ Oddly enough, he felt his heart twinge for some reason at her sudden departure. He had not realised how silent these past 8 years have been, not until today.

Queen Aemma was delighted with her daughter’s present, although a bit put out that her lady-in-waiting had arrived back at her chambers with no grapes in sight. But observing the mildly murderous glint in Y/N’s eyes, Aemma wisely kept her mouth shut. She wondered what had happened to make Y/N so annoyed, but then she let slip an amused chuckle as realisation dawned on her. 

Daemon.

translation: byka zaldrīzes: little dragon

And that’s the first chapter! If you loved it so far, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated :) Thank you for reading! Chapter 2 should be out in the next week or so! Let me know if you wished to be added to a taglist in the comments or through this form 

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Last Christmas, Series Masterlist

Summary: Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. She'll bear it for her children. It's only a week after all. With aggressive snowball fights, meddling in-laws, Christmas tree decorating, matching pajamas, and hanging mistletoe will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: language, angst, brief smut, enemies to lovers, and a lot of fluff

Chapter One: Snowy Cabin Chapter Two: Merry Town Chapter Three: Warm Eggnog Chapter Four: Winter Skating Chapter Five: Hanging Mistletoe Chapter Six: Singing Carols Chapter Seven: Christmas Miracle

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Rhaenyra Targaryen

fics: - Lavander Haze - Mastermind - alpha!rhaenyra claims sister, ii* (request) - Yandere alpha!rhaenyra x omega half-sister betrothal (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens power play* (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra punishes omega reader after lords flirt with her* (request) - Alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* (request) - Pearls* – sugar mommy rhaenyra au (ft. alicent) - Of Lances and Thorns – male!hightower reader (pending) - A Sunset Seal – male!martell reader (pending) - Perfect – fem!tully reader (pending) - My One and Only, My Lifeline - rhaenicent band au (pending) - Young Dragon (request) (pending) - One Flesh, One Heart, One soul (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Yandere Rhaenyra x Lady-in-waiting (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra takes half-sister from greens* (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra x female dragonseed*  ii* (request) - Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister (request) - Dragonseed reader saves Rhaenyra from execution & Aegon the young (request) - Yandere Rhaenyra x Valyrian sorceress reader* (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons - Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon headcanons (request) - Platonic Yandere Rhaenyra x Aegon (platonic) (request) (pending) - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra looking after her siblings instead (request) (pending) - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending) - Alpha rhaenyra x omega half sister parenting their kids (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x daemons bastard daughter (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x yandere laenor x son reader (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x laenor son (request) (pending) - Yandere rhaenyra x handmaiden (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x female dragonkeeper (request) (pending) - yandere mom rhaenyra x orphan reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega velaryon reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega hightower reader (request) (pending) - rhaenyra targaryen x velaryon reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending)

Alicent Hightower

fics: - Only Queen - Last Kiss - Pearls* – sugar mommy rhaenyra x reader x sugar mommy alicent (ft. rhaenyra) (pending) - The Set-Up – male!velaryon reader (pending) - A Breeze of Decay (pending) - My One and Only, My Lifeline - rhaenicent band au (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Jacaerys Velaryon

fics: - Everybody Wants you - Namesday* (ft. aemond x reader) - The Heart Bestowed – tyrell!reader - No Rest For The Dragons (request) - Too Much, Too Little* (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons - Haelena x Jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending)

Aemond Targaryen

fics: - Some Thread Of Time - Namesday* (ft jacaerys x reader) - Sweet Girl* (ft aegon x reader) - Crystals* (ft alys rivers x reader) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Aegon Targaryen

fics: - Gold Rush - Sweet Girl* (ft. aemond x reader) - Prince of Rouge – moulin rouge au, satine!aegon targaryen (pending) - The Memories (pending) - Eagerness* (pending)

headcanons: - Alpha Rhaenyra and omega Aegon platonic headcanons (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Helaena Targaryen

fics: - Maroon - I Think He Did It (pending) - Soft Peace (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending) - haelena x jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending)

Cregan Stark

fics: - Parchment (pending)

headcanons:

Corlys Velaryon

fics: - The Moon

headcanons: - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Daemon Targaryen

fics: - alpha!rhaenyra x soft shy omega!sister x alpha!daemon* (request) - Remnants* – fem!peasant reader - The Heat* (request) (pending) - Gentle Light (request) (pending) - Head of House (request) (pending)

headcanons: - Yandere Daemon joins Rhaenyra x half-sister (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons - daemon x hightower fem reader (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending)

Rhaenys Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending)

Alys Rivers

fics: - Crystals* (ft aemond x reader) (pending)

headcanons:

Game Of Thrones

Daenerys Targaryen

fics: - alpha daenerys x brat omega!reader (request)

headcanons:

Margaery Tyrell

fics: - Taking Charge* – ft Robb Stark (request) - Any Path We Take (pending)

headcanons:

Robb Stark

fics: - Taking Charge* – ft Robb Stark (request) - Fight it – targaryen!reader (pending) - Best Friend's Brother (request) (pending)

headcanons:

Arya Stark

fics: - yandere arya x fem!reader pt 2 pt3 (pending) (request)

headcanons:

Bran Stark

fics: - Lady By The Sea – mermaid!reader (pending)

headcanons:

Jaime Lannister

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Eddard Stark:

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Stannis Baratheon:

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

misc.

Rhaegar Targaryen

fics: - The Flower and Her Sword (pending)

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Aegon I Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request)

Maegor Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Baelon Targaryen

fics:

headcanons: - yandere husband (request) - Short Valentines Day headcanons

Viserys Targaryen

fics

headcanons - alicent's widowed sister

Brynden Tully

fics

headcanons - yandere husband headcanons (request) (pending)

Character x Character

Platonic - alpha rhaenyra and omega aegon headcanons (request) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra and laenor x aemond headcanons (request) (pending) - rhaenyra looking after her siblings instead (request) (pending) - rhaenys looking after the kids (request) (pending)

Romantic - alpha rhaenyra x omega aegon x alpha daemon (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x aegon headcanons (request) (pending) - yandere rhaenyra x helaena (request) (pending) - haelena x jacaerys headcanons (request) (pending) - alpha rhaenyra x omega daenerys headcanons (request) (pending)

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Ch 7 - Loss of Innocence

HOTD x Targaryen!OC, eventual Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong

Warnings: ANGST, allusions to rhaenicent, Daena is not the biggest fan of Alicent, mentions of death, slight cursing

Corresponding episode: HOTD 1x1

Masterlist

"In the year 111, the tides of destiny changed course. Queen Aemma Arryn died in childbirth, and so did the child she was carrying. That same year, Princess Rhaenyra, the King's only living child, was named Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne. All the major Lords of Westeros swore fealty to her in a lavish ceremony held in King's Landing. The King banished Prince Daemon from the capital, leaving his young daughter, Princess Daena, all alone at court."

(Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

111 AC, King's Landing

High above the city, Princess Rhaenyra was flying atop her yellow she-dragon, Syrax. Slightly behind was her cousin, Princess Daena, who was atop her dragon, Vermithor. The two dragons flew above the Red Keep and toward the Dragonpit on the Hill of Rhaenys, on the other side of the capital.

Syrax, the smaller of the two dragons, landed first. Vermithor followed suit, the ground shaking under his enormous body. Rhaenyra and Daena dismounted their respective dragons with experienced ease. 

"Dohaeras, Syrax. Dohearas, Vermithor." The dragon keepers spoke to the dragons in the ancient tongue of Old Valyria.

Daena caressed Vermithor's scaly neck. She looked into his big copper eyes. She smiled at him, and she liked to believe he smiled back. "Ēva hembar jēda. Sagon syz." (Until next time. Be good.)

With one last pat on his neck, she turned away from him and walked toward Rhaenyra, who just said her goodbye to Syrax. 

"Welcome back, Princesses. I trust your ride was pleasant." Said Ser Harrold Westerling, Rhaenyra's sworn shield. 

"Try not to look too relieved, Ser." Nyra cheekily said. 

"I am relieved. Every time that golden beast brings you back unspoiled, it saves my head from a spike." Ser Harrold replied.

Daena and Nyra chuckled as they walked toward their coach. "Syrax is growing quickly. She'll soon be as large as Caraxes." Said the chirpy voice of Alicent Hightower, Rhaenyra's friend. 

Daena had to suppress a frown at the sight of the redhead. "What is she doing here?" She thought, annoyed that Alicent was interfering with something that was supposed to be something only she and Nyra shared. 

"That's almost large enough to saddle two," Rhaenyra suggested. 

"I believe I'm quite content as a spectator, thank you," Alicent replied smiling, and got inside the coach. Rhaenyra stood there for a few seconds, almost like she wished for a different answer.

Daena cleared her throat which seemed to pull Rhaenyra out of her stupor. "After you," Daena said as she gestured for Nyra to enter. 

Quickly following her cousin Daena got inside the coach, sitting on the opposite side of Alicent, while Rhaenyra sat directly next to the redhead.

The three girls got out of the coach and entered the Red Keep. Rhaenyra instinctively joined hands with Alicent. Daena noticed that and, not wanting to be left out, took Rhaenyra's free hand. 

The three of them walked through the bustling halls of the Red Keep, the passing lords and ladies bowing their heads at the sight of the two princesses. 

After changing out of their dragon-riding outfits, the girls decided to visit Rhaenyra's mother, Queen Aemma Arryn. 

"Ah...Rhaenyra, Daena. You know I don't like you two to go flying while I'm in this condition." The Queen said once she noticed her daughter and niece. She was lying on her chaise lounge and fanning herself. 

Daena looked around the room - it was full of maids running around, a septa was lighting up candles and there was even a maester, sitting at a desk, writing something. The scent of incense was strong in the air. 

"You don't like us to go flying while you're in any condition," Rhaenyra replied to her mother. Queen Aemma gave her an unamused look.

"Your Grace." Alicent greeted the Queen politely. 

"Good morrow, Alicent." The Queen replied. Rhaenyra and Daena sat on the stools next to the Queen. 

Rhaenyra asked her mother if and how long she slept. "I don't need mothering, Rhaenyra." Her mother said. Nyra argued that all the servants around her were focused not on her but on the child inside her. 

"You will lie in this bed, soon enough, Rhaenyra. This discomfort is how we serve the realm. " The Queen replied, as she lightly kicked Rhaenyra with her foot. 

"I'd rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory," Nyra said, shaking her head. The statement made Aemma chuckle.

"We have royal wombs, the three of us. The child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip." The Queen stated. This made both of the Princesses frown. Nyra looked away, while Daena fidgeted nervously with the silver garnet ring her mother gifted her years ago when she first came to court to be fostered. 

"Now take a bath. You stink of dragon. Both of you." Aemma added with a smile. The girls nodded their heads, bid their farewell to the Queen, and left her chambers.

~

Instead of bathing, Rhaenyra went to the Small Council Chambers, as she was the Royal Cupbearer. Daena, on the other hand, was free to do as she wished for most of the day, having no such responsibilities. 

After bathing herself, she again found herself in the Queen's chambers - this time for a lesson. Septa Marlow insisted that Daena should learn to recite verses from the Seven-Pointed Star. Daena wanted to refuse, not caring to learn hymns praising the Mother or the Maiden. Unfortunately for her, Septa Marlow was someone she would have to deal with for a few more years. 

~

Two hours later, Daena was finally free to do as she wished. She was in the Royal Library. When she first came to court and visited the library for the first time, she discovered her love for reading. 

She was reading a book about the Doom of Valyria. It made her sad to think about how terrifying it must have been for the Valyrians, how scared they must have been. She was so immersed in the book that she didn't hear the door opening and a person entering.

"I thought you might be in here." Daena gasped and jumped from her seat at the sound. She whipped her head and behind her stood her father, Prince Daemon. He looked the same as far as Daena could recall - his long, silver hair was pulled back and his lilac eyes gazed at her softly. 

"Kepa!? Is it really you?" Daena asked, shocked. Daemon chuckled and caressed her face lightly.

"It's me, my little dragon." Daena gave a beaming smile to her father and jumped into his arms. She hugged him tightly and held onto him like her life depended on it.

"I haven't seen you in years. Where have you been?" Daena asked after she finally let go. Instead of answering her questions, he picked up the book she was reading and skimmed through the pages. 

"The Doom of Valyria? Hmm, I taught you well." Daemon commented and Daena beamed at his praise. As she looked at her father, all the emotions that had been swirling in her mind for years came bursting out, and tears started flowing down her face.

Daemon noticed immediately and bent down to her level. "What is it, sweet girl? Why are you crying?" He asked gently. She shook her head and buried her face into his chest. He let her cry for a while before asking again.

"It's just...I've felt so lonely, for quite some time. Mother is at Runestone and you were...And Aunt Aemma is very gracious and kind to me, but I wish not to burden Her Grace with my problems." Daena hiccupped her answer.

"What about Rhaenyra? You two are close, are you not?" Daemon asked. 

"Yes but...We are, but, lately, she has been spending so much of her time with Alicent Hightower. I feel like she sometimes forgets about my existence. I can't dictate who Nyra spends her time with, but I feel we have drifted apart, and she has replaced me with that Hightower girl." Daena confessed to her father. 

Daemon cupped her face and wiped her tears off. He played a little bit with her silver curls, knowing the gesture soothed her. "Have you thought about speaking with Rhaenyra about this issue?" He suggested. 

Daena shook her head. "No, no! I can't do that! If I do, Nyra will tell Alicent, and she will tell her father, and then-"

"What about him? What will he do? Did he do something to you?" Daemon asked angrily, furious at the thought of that Oldtown snake hurting his daughter in any way.

"No, it's just...A lot of the time, he looks at me strangely. Any time I speak, it's as if he's annoyed by my presence. Like he wishes I wasn't here..." Daena revealed to her father whose face darkened at her words.

He lifted her face with his finger. "You are a Princess of House Targaryen. You are the King's niece. You ride the second-biggest dragon in the world. You have every right to be here." He told her, and she nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry yourself about him or his daughter. You and Rhaenyra are family. She cares deeply for you. No one can come between you two." He added and she gave him a watery smile.

"I bought you something." He said with a smile and Daena looked curiously at him. From his pocket, he pulled out a beautiful heart-shaped pendant with a ruby in the middle. 

"Do you know what it is?" He asked softly. She nodded as she examined it.

"It's Valyrian Steel. Like Dark Sister." She replied quietly as she held it in her hands.

"Yes...I bought it for you from a merchant in Lys. He said it was enchanted with a love spell." He added. 

She giggled and kissed her father on the cheek. "Thank you, Kepa. For everything."

"Always." He replied gently and honestly. He kissed the top of her head and placed the pendant around her neck. 

~

Alicent and Rhaenyra were finished with their little get-together under the Weirwood tree and were about to exit the garden when Daena showed up. 

"There you are! We haven't seen each other the whole day!" Daena exclaimed, happy to see her cousin once more.

"I was busy," Rhaenyra replied quickly.

"With what exactly?" Daena inquired with a raised brow.

"The Small Council meeting." 

"That was in the morning." Daena pointed out.

"You were busy with your lesson with Septa Marlow, I didn't want to disturb you."

"That was also in the morning. I've been alone the entire day. Thankfully, Father kept me company for a while." Daena said, blocking the exit to the garden.

"I see you've also been reading," Daena commented as she took notice of the book in Alicent's hands.  "When I offered you to go to the library with me, you refused, saying you found it boring." 

"I...I changed my mind." Rhaenyra made a poor excuse.

Daena scoffed. "You changed your mind, or did someone else persuade you?" She suggested as she gave Alicent a side glance. 

"Daena, please...You're being ridiculous." Rhaenyra said with a scoff of her own.

"I'm being ridiculous? You lied to me Rhaenyra!" Daena bit back, her voice raising with each passing second.

"I'm sorry, but I already agreed to go with Alicent." Rhaenyra defended herself.

"You always do this! You two get together without my knowledge and you always keep me in the dark about your little meetings." Daena declared angrily. 

"We do not!" Rhaenyra uttered, knowing what Daena just said was indeed true.

Daena rolled her eyes. "I'm not a fool, Rhaenyra. You will find any excuse imaginable to spend time with her while ignoring me in the process!" 

The silence was deafening and the tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Alicent was nervously picking at the skin of her fingers while Rhaenyra fidgeted with her rings, refusing to look Daena in the eye. 

Daena was furious. This confrontation made it clear to her that Rhaenyra was favoring Alicent over her and had been lying to her all this time, just so that she could spend time with the Hightower girl.

When Rhaenyra finally looked up she was met with Daena's fiery gaze. Her eyes were full of hurt and betrayal. "Only if you were honest with me..."

"You wouldn't understand." Rhaenyra tried explaining. She tried grabbing Daena's hand but the latter pulled away. 

"You hurt me, Nyra. I thought we were better than this." Daena confessed, her voice breaking. Before Rhaenyra could say or do anything, Daena turned around and quickly walked away, her pink dress flowing behind her. 

Rhaenyra looked on until Daena's silver curls were out of sight. "Are you alright?" Alicent asked quietly after a second. 

Nyra turned around and Alicent could see tears in her eyes. Instead of answering, Rhaenyra walked away, leaving the redhead alone in the garden, the Weirwood tree behind her bearing witness to all of this. 

~

At the Small Council meeting, King Viserys and Prince Daemon discussed the City Watch's purging of criminals that took place the previous night. 

"If only the Prince would show the same devotion to his lady wife as he does his work, Your Grace. You've not been seen in the Vale or at Runestone for quite some time. " Ser Otto commented.

"I think my bronze bitch is happier for my absence," Daemon replied. 

"Lady Rhea is your wife, a good and honorable lady of the Vale," Otto said.

"In the Vale men are said to fuck sheep instead of women. I can assure you, the sheep are prettier." Daemon bit back. 

"You made a vow before the Seven to honor your wife in marriage. How can you talk about the mother of your child in such a way?" Otto inquired.

"My daughter has a close bond with her mother, as any child would, and I encourage it. She is also intelligent enough to understand that there is no love between me and her mother. I am most cordial with my wife when our daughter is present. I don't see the problem." 

Both Otto and Viserys sighed.

~

Today was the day of the tournament. Daena was adding the finishing touches to her outfit - a pair of golden heart-shaped earrings to go with the pendant her father gifted her.

She looked in the mirror - she wore a beautifully decorated dark red dress with mid-length sleeves that ended just below her elbows. Her silver hair was curled to perfection and two braids sat at the top of her head like a crown. 

Before leaving the Red Keep, she met up with her older cousin, Amanda, who traveled from the Vale to attend the Heir's tournament. She was accompanied by her lord husband, Ser Jasper Coldwater.

She and Amanda arrived at the tourney venue. She as a Princess would sit in the Royal box, alongside her uncle, the King, and other lords and ladies. Amanda and she were seated in the front row, just below His Grace.

There was an empty seat between her and Alicent, assigned for Rhaenyra, who was late. As the King was giving his speech, from her peripheral vision, she saw movement. Turning her head to the right she spotted Rhaenyra who quickly ran to her seat. 

Rhaenyra gave her an awkward smile. The two of them haven't spoken to each other since the argument they had two days ago. Daena returned her awkward smile. 

Daena looked on in interest as Boremund Baratheon called upon the favor of his cousin, Princess Rhaenys. He called her "The Queen Who Never Was" which resulted in cheers from the public.

"I heard that Lady Elinor is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress." Daena rolled her eyes as she listened to Alicent and Nyra gossip. 

"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, Prince of the City, will now choose his first opponent!" It was finally time for her father to make his appearance. He rode into the arena atop a black stallion, dressed in black armor made of Valyrian Steel. Daena clapped enthusiastically and sat up straighter in her seat, excited to see her father.

"For his first challenge, Prince Daemon Targaryen chooses Ser Gwayne Hightower of Oldtown, eldest son of the Hand of the King!" Said the Master of Revels. 

In the end, her father bested Ser Gwayne. Atop his horse, he came closer to the balcony. Daena and Rhaenyra jumped out of their seats, and Alicent followed reluctantly.

"Nicely done, Uncle," Nyra said as she leaned over the balcony. 

"Well done, Father!" Daena added quickly. 

"Thank you, my dears. Now, I'm fairly certain I can win these games, Lady Alicent. Having your favor would all but assure it." Daemon said, looking up at the Hightower girl. Daena and Nyra exchanged looks.

"Good luck, my Prince," Alicent uttered as she threw a flower garland down his lance. 

~

As the participants of the tourney started mauling and bashing each other with maces, axes, and swords she had to look away, for the sight was too vile to handle. She noticed that His Grace and Ser Otto were missing. "I wonder what happened." She thought. 

~

After going against Ser Criston Cole, her father ultimately lost. Daena let out a disappointed sigh, but something else quickly caught her attention - Ser Otto was whispering something to Lord Corlys who quickly got up and whispered to his wife, Princess Rhaenys.

Princess Rhaenys glanced at Rhaenyra and then got up herself and said something to her children, Laena and Laenor. All the lords of the Small Council were gone and everyone in the Royal box was getting up. "What's happening?" Daena asked. She looked at Ser Harrold who had a concerned look on his face. 

"Amanda, what's happening?" She asked her cousin. Amanda's brown eyes were also full of concern. 

"I'm afraid something horrible has happened," Amanda whispered to her. 

~

The next day, on the cliffs outside King's Landing a funeral was being held. The beloved Queen Aemma Arryn, died in childbirth. Unfortunately for everyone, the child she carried, Baelon, died a couple of hours after her.

Daena stood slightly behind Rhaenyra. She wore a long black dress and a long black coat. Her hair was braided at the top and held by a black bow in the back. Everyone was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the crashing of the waves against the cliffs and the howling of the wind. 

"They're waiting for you." Her father softly said to Rhaenyra. After exchanging a few words with Daemon, Rhaenyra stepped forward. She looked up at her dragon, Syrax, who was perched atop a small hill. 

Daena could see Nyra's violet eyes were glossy - Daena's own eyes were full of tears. "Dr..." Nyra tried saying but failed. At that moment, Daena also stepped forward, took Nyra's hand, and squeezed in support. She gave Nyra a nod of encouragement. 

Nyra squeezed her hand back, acknowledging the gesture, and looked back at Syrax. "Dracarys!" The yellow she-dragon moved down the hill and toward the two funeral pyres. She opened her mouth and lit the pyres on fire. 

Rhaenyra looked away while Daena simply closed her eyes, a tear running down her cheek. 

Daena was in her room, reading, trying to distract herself from the pain she was feeling when someone knocked on her door. 

"Come in." She said. Her father came in, a somber expression on his face. She closed her book and walked closer to him, sensing more bad news. 

He took her hands into his and kissed them. "My sweet girl... I'm sorry." He whispered. 

Daena furrowed her brows. "Father, what happened? Why are you apologizing?"

"His Grace has ordered me to return to Runestone immediately." 

Daena looked at him confused. She didn't understand why the King would do such a thing. "Why? What happened?"

"It doesn't matter." He replied, avoiding the question as per usual. 

"Will I be leaving as well?"

"No. I pleaded with the King to let you stay. You will stay and be by Rhaenyra's side and help her deal with the loss of her mother."

"But you can't leave...You just came b-back...Father, please! You can't leave me again!" Daena begged, her voice cracking.

"Daena..." Daemon started but was cut off by Daena's hands colliding with his chest. She hit his chest in anger, pleading with him not to leave her. He caught her hands. 

"Look at me." He told her and she looked up at him and saw his lilac eyes were full of regret. 

"My only child... I truly am sorry. You deserve a better father than what I have been. I don't know when I will see you again, but know this one thing - I love you, Daena, and I am so proud of you. I know you are strong and you will come out of this even stronger. " He told her as he held her face.

Daena could barely see her father's face from all the tears blurring her vision. Her lip was trembling. "Father, please. Please..."

He kissed her forehead and held her tightly in his arms as she cried. After a while, he let go. He looked down at the pendant he gave her. 

"When you look at this pendant, I want you to remember me and the love we have for one another...Geros ilas, ñuha zaldrītsos. (Farewell, my little dragon.)" He whispered to her. He gave her one last glance and left her room.

Daena stood frozen. Once the doors closed, she fell to her knees and wept. 

~

Two months later, King's Landing

After banishing and disinheriting Daemon as his heir, Viserys decided to name his only living child, Rhaenyra, as his new heir. 

Today was the day of the ceremony where all the major lords of Westeros would swear fealty to King Viserys and Rhaenyra as his heir. 

Daena wore a dark red, long-sleeved dress, embroidered with golden strings. She wore her father's pendant around her neck. Her hair was braided into a bun and on her head she wore a beautiful headpiece decorated with pearls, diamonds, and rubies. 

At first, Daena wanted to wear something more simple, not wanting to take away from Rhaenyra, but Nyra herself told her to dress up as this was a once-in-a-lifetime event. 

Daena stood in the first row, right next to Alicent, and looked on as all the High Lords swore fealty to Rhaenyra. 

"I, Rickon Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North..." Daena stopped listening and looked at Rhaenyra who had a serious expression on her face throughout this entire thing. 

Grand Maester Mellos put a big necklace around Rhaenyra's neck, one that depicted the sigils of all the Great Houses. Nyra turned toward her father. 

"I, Viserys Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm do hereby name Rhaenyra Targaryen Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne." His Grace proclaimed while standing in front of the Iron Throne and holding Blackfyre, the sword of Aegon the Conqueror.

Rhaenyra bent her head forward and all the lords and ladies present, including Daena, followed suit and bowed their heads. 

Rhaenyra Targaryen was now officially the heir to the Iron Throne and the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. 

***

Daena was really going through this chapter! Daemon leaves Daena again! My girl cannot catch a break omg. She is not a fan of Alicent, she does not ship rhaenicent lol

[blueberrypancakesworld]

House of the dragon - Masterlist

Info : All my works for hotd and more characters are added

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Request

°Green Flames->Son of Daemon and Mysaria, angst, hurt/comfort

°The bewitched->Blind son of Aemma Arryn, angst, hurt/comfort

°Cohesion of blood->Twin sister of Aemma Aryyn, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

°The true heir->Daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, hurt/comfort, emotional, angst, fluff

°The other daughter->Adoptive daughter of Aemma, emotional, hurt/comfort, angst

°By the gods->Rhaenyras cousin, fluff, comfort

°Loss of the wrong blood->Daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, emotional, fluff/comfort, angst

°The river and the flame ->Oscar x wife!reader, fluff, kiss

°The king's blood and shadow -> Maegor x servant!reader , yandere, obsession, dark

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Aemond

°The promise->aemonds wife, hurt, angst, emotional, death

°Little flower->female tyrell reader, obsession, dark, death, one sided feelings

°My flowers->fem reader, obsession, dark themes, one sided relationship, pregnancy, sequel to Little flower

°I was your flower->fem reader, obsession, death, angst, hurt

°Shattering sapphires tear under love ->+18, smut, mommy issues, implied dom/sub, hurt/comfort

°Aemond in a relationship (younger/older reader)->comfort, fluff, smut

°The farm princess and the rough sapphire -> Aemond x adoptive!princess, fluff, kiss, comfort

°Surprise visit with needs ->Aemond x servant!reader , modern au, +18, smut, mommy issues, breast play

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Daemon

°A present->fem reader, daemon is obssed with the reader, angst

°I have always accepted you (Daemyra) -> emotional, hurt/comfort, kiss, mentioned war/blood/death, children death, mentioned implied aggression, crying, fear

°Restless and chaotic loving (Daemyra x fem!reader) ->obsession, kissing, emotional

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Rhaenyra

°I have always accepted you (Daemyra) -> emotional, hurt/comfort, kiss, mentioned war/blood/death, children death, mentioned implied aggression, crying, fear

°Restless and chaotic loving (Daemyra x fem!reader) ->obsession, kissing, emotional

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Alicent

°My side was always by yours -> Rhaenicent , hurt/comfort, kiss, dysfunctional family

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Aegon the second

°The farewell before the war ->fem reader , targaryen incest, fluff, kissing

°The dragon couple and the servant->Aegon/Heleana x servant!male reader->fluff, comfort

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Jacaerys

Coming soon

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Helaena

°Don't become a dream to me->fem reader, angst, comfort, character death

°The dragon couple and the servant->Aegon/Heleana x servant!male reader->fluff, comfort

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Edit

°Lucemond

°Lucerys Velaryon

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Other/multiple/non listed characters

°Advent Calendar Door.3

°Advent Calendar Door.15

°My Treasure - Lucemond

°Never wake a sleeping Dragon->fem reader, yandere viserys, hurt/comfort, obsession, dark

°hotd characters comforting you before the war->fem reader, fluff, comfort

°types of hotd men as yandere ->fem reader, yandere, dark themes

°Risen under false dragons ->Viserys iii x fem!reader , hurt/comfort, falling in love, hurt viserys

°Your are ours - Greens x fem!reader (hostage)->fluff, obsession, angst, fluff, kissing

°Framed by saphire and crown - Aemond x maid!reader x Alicent -> yandere, obsession, kissing

°Your are ours - Blacks x fem!reader (hostage) -> fluff, comfort

°The lads and their Lady (Oscar/Davos/Willem/Aeron x fem!reader)->fluff, comfort, kiss

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Targaryen Tuesday

°I will protect you in the time to come - Aegon Targaryen (Son of Aenys I) x fem!reader -> fluff, comfort

°Between the books is love - Vaegon Targaryen x fem!reader -> fluff, comfort, tiny angst

°Shadow, Shield, Snake and Sword - Jonquil Darke x fem!reader ->fluff, comfort, swordtraining, kinda flirting if you look closely

°Beauty on cold eyes and scarred skin - Merris x fem!reader ->fluff, hurt/comfort, kiss

°Arrows of love - Satin x fem!redaer -> fluff, comfort, angst, kissing

°Vaegon in a relationship SFW/NSFW

°Green eyes a star and affection ->Marei x fem!reader, fluff, kissing, comfort

°A gift of pearls and amethysts ->Lysono Maar x wife!reader, fluff, comfort, courting with gifts

°Sun dragon prince of goodnes and beauty -> Baelor Breakspear x fem!reader , fluff, comfort, kissing

°Promising love in flames -> Daeron x wife!reader, angst, character death, kiss, comfort

°The heir and his star ->Willas x betrothed!reader , fluff, comfort, kiss

°Water, ships and a pearl -> Aurane Waters x wife!reader, fluff, kissing

°Seeing eyes of the future and love -> Daenys x lady!reader ,fluff, kissing, comfort

°First dragon siblings->Daenys/Gaemond x sister!reader, fluff, comfort

°Former heirs of the house->Domeric Bolton x betrothed!reader , fluff, hurt/comfort

°Sworn love and loyality->Harrold Hardyng x wife!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, kiss

°Two towers for a dragon->Forrest Frey x princess!reader, fluff, kiss, hug

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