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A Not So Hidden Secret

Modern Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.6k+

About: Rhaenyra discovers something in the bedroom that you, admittedly, forgot about, but didn't want her to know about!

Includes: This is mostly porn with some general plot to set things up. So, SMUT. Featuring established relationship, soft dom Rhae vibes, praise, sex toys (nipple clamps and vibrators) pushing reader out of her comfort zone, minor pain play, reader receiving oral sex, overstimulation, after care, fluff

Note: Hello lovely reader! Rhaenyra's age isn't specified in this fic, so you can read it with either "younger" (milly alcock) or "older" (emma d'arcy) Rhaenyra. I wrote it with older Rhae in mind, but how you read it is up to you! Reader is non-descript. As always, please enjoy!

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“When were you going to tell me about these, sweetling?” Rhaenyra asked as she came out of your shared bedroom and sat on the couch with you. Casually, she pulled your foot into her lap so she could idly trace over the lower portion of your leg. She held something in her hand and if you could see her you’d see a sly little grin on her face. 

Her soft voice–filled with amusement–barely registered as you read your book. Turning the page, you didn’t bother to stop as you asked, “hm?”

She’d sat down on the opposite end of the couch where you laid to read, and you felt the cushions dip as she shifted over you. Straddling your hips, she pushed the book down so your attention was on her and not whatever silly who-done-it you were currently reading. “I said, when were you going to tell me about these?” She held up a small clear plastic bag and realization hit you.

Oh hell–the nipple clamps!

“Where did you find those!?” You half-squeaked, face hot with embarrassment–and maybe a teeny bit of guilt for not telling her.

Rhaenyra’s eyes danced with curious humor. “They weren't hidden. I went to wear some of your fluffy socks I like and they were right on top of your dresser.”

It's true. They weren't hidden. 

Yours and Rhaenyra’s relationship had been going strong for nearly two years now, and when she invited you to move in you practically screamed with joy. She was an absolute delight and treated you so well–and you, her! She lived in a beautiful townhouse in upscale King’s Landing that Viserys likely pulled a couple stings to make happen. But, Rhaenyra had always been his favorite child and there wasn't anything he'd skimp on for her. You’d been living together for almost six months. You didn’t hide anything from her–you had no reason to–and she didn’t hide anything from you. But these damn nipple clamps?

You looked between her eyes as tension coiled in your belly. Heat still lingered in your cheeks and you hoped she couldn’t see it. Biting your lip sheepishly, you said, “I can explain!”

She smirked. She had a dimple in her cheek and it was on full display. “Something I’m quite eager to hear about.”

You ran a hand down your face covering the giggle her words elicited from you. “Okay okay, so…,” you started, looking up at her as demurely as you could. “Remember when I bought that toy a month or so back?”

“Mm-hm,” she answered, dimple deepening.

“Well when I checked out apparently I spent enough to earn a ‘free gift’ if I wanted. So, I thought, what the heck! and clicked yes. I was hoping for maybe a tiny vibe or something, ya know? One of those cute ones that looks like lipstick or something,” you giggled again, blushing deeper. You shouldn’t feel embarrassed talking to your girlfriend about this sort of thing–you both loved toys!–but sometimes you did feel a wave of embarrassment talking about them outside of the bedroom.

Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. “I see,” she said. “And when you opened your box and saw these… did you try them on?” Her voice was lower, now, a feminine husk that tickled along your senses in the most wicked ways. Amusement still glinted in her eyes, too, and made them all the more lovely. 

You shook your head, exclaiming, “no! They freaked me out a little, honestly!” You wish you would have thrown the stupid things away. Or at least hid them! Tension shuddered up and down your spine. Warmth began to slowly spread outward from your center, and you were glad you weren’t straddling her. If you were, she'd know exactly what she was doing to you. Being beneath her gaze like this shouldn't affect you in such a way, but… it did. “I haven’t even opened them!”

She laughed. Lowering, she kissed you and purred, “and here I thought I ruined a surprise you had for me.”

With her lips on yours any teasing retort you might have said flew out the window. The initial playfulness of her kiss shifted to something deeper, hungrier. Breaking away from it, you pouted, “sorry for disappointing you,” with a tiny grin of your own.

One of her hands pushed up beneath the front of your shirt, causing the material to bunch the higher she went. She felt your ribs hitch and she hummed against your mouth, delighted. Going higher still, she palmed over the swell of your sports bra covered breast and that hum turned into an appreciative moan. “I know a way to make it up to me,” she suggested, fingers splaying wide as she brushed over the fullness of your breasts.

Your breath started to come quicker and the liquid warmth between your thighs grew needier. “Oh yeah?” You asked, spine arching up into her touch. Your own hands pushed up the tops of her thighs until your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her biker shorts and snapped it teasingly against her waist.

“Yeah. You can try them on now. For me. You’ll let me clamp those pretty nipples, won’t you?” Her voice might have tilted slightly with the question, but there was no question about it.

Yes, yes, yes.

Biting your lip, you nodded as you looked up at her. “Okay, yeah. Let’s do it.”

The expression she gave you was purely feline. Rolling off you, she offered you her hand. “In our room,” she said, tilting her head in its direction.

A trail of strewn clothes littered the space between the living room and bedroom, and Rhaenyra didn’t even bother to close the curtains as she stepped right between your legs when you sat on the edge of the bed. The townhouse was two-stories high and with the position of the window, as well as the arrangement of your room, there was an extremely low chance of anyone seeing anything. She looked down at you and traced the back of her hand over your jaw before sliding her thumb over your mouth. “Those eyes are so pretty looking up at me like this,” she cooed. “My perfect girl.”

Shivers filled your body at her praise. “Nyra…,” you whined, blushing yet again, doing your best to not turn your face away from her in flustered embarrassment.

“My sweet girl still feeling shy about her little secret?” Rhaenyra asked as she opened the plastic bag, pulling the chained clamps out. It clanked softly in the quiet room. “Ooh, these can get really tight,” she said as she showed you the pinch of the clamp. “Let’s loosen those a bit, yeah?” She asked amusedly as she twisted the screw looser on each. 

The tips were covered in a brightly colored smooth rubber, and you assumed it was for the comfort of the wearer. Anticipation fizzed in your belly as you watched Rhae. She only wore her underwear, as did you, and it somehow made the setting all the more intimate.

“There,” she breathed, testing the tightness on the tip of her pinky. “Ready?

Gulping–and unintentionally squirming–you nodded. “I am.” Still sitting, you leaned back on your hands and the position allowed you to easily arch your spine as you offered your breasts to her. You watched as she clipped one on. You gasped. Once she clipped the second on you gasped sharper. 

Leaning down, Rhaenyra kissed you softly. “Good girl,” she whispered against your lips. “How do they feel?”

You looked down the front of your chest, and Rhaenyra took the moment to inspect her work, too; electricity charged the bedroom’s air. Your nipples were pinched tight and the very tips of them buzzed. “Feels weird,” you giggled, still trying to wrap your head around the strange sensation. “It doesn’t hurt-hurt but it sort of hurts.” You realized how silly it sounded as soon as you said it. “Think they’ll fall off?” You asked, shimmying your shoulders in a way that sent your tits swaying just slightly. The little chain rattled and somehow that made you feel all the more dirty about it.

“Fuck,” she hissed beneath her breath, watching. “God, you have the sexiest tits. Can’t believe you let me clamp them. You are the loveliest gem,” she said before she was on your mouth again. The kiss was immediately hot and heavy, desperate in a way that made you sink your fingers into her half-messy updo, stray little curls framing her face. With a soft moan she pushed you back, careful to not disturb the clamps or chain too much. 

Laying on your back, you wrapped your legs around Rhaenyra’s waist and kissed her with fervor. “Think I want them off now,” you admitted, really starting to feel the pain of them.

She hushed you. “Shh, no, not yet, sweetling. You’re doing very well. They hurt?” 

You nodded, looking up into her desire glazed eyes with your softened doe eyes.

“Let me show you how sweet the pain can make the pleasure,” she said, expression turning sweetly wicked. Without giving you any time to ask questions or protest, she slid down the front of your body until she laid between your thighs. In a single sweeping movement she tugged your panties off; those things didn’t stand a chance. She groaned as she saw how wet you were, how ready your body was, how responsive you’ve been to this new experiment. “Fucking hell, love,” she rasped. “You could take my strap right now without any prep. You are so fucking wet.”

A hazy fog already began to settle in your brain. Anticipation, emotions, and sensations sent your hips squirming in need. You made a little sound in response to her words, but no actual words came out of your mouth. She hadn’t even started on you yet and already she rendered you to an unintelligible mess. 

Her arms wrapped around your thighs and positioned you just how she wanted, and she instantly dragged her tongue up the fullness of your center. She lapped full lazy licks up your slit, catching and kissing your clit at the top of each stroke, before doing it all over again.

And again.

Your hands flew down to her hands squeezing into your thighs, and you squeezed atop them as she devoured your pussy. Too much. It was already too much. How was it already too much? “Oh my god..!” You breathed, gasping, a tight coil of pleasure already threatening to snap in those low muscles of your belly. “H-holy fucking shit…!”

Rhaenerya planned to murder you. Truly.

She moaned into you and didn’t stop. She gently drew your swollen clit into her mouth and slid her tongue over it, feeling your thighs begin to shudder around her. She alternated between licking and sucking–even kissing the bud when she thought you needed to catch a full breath–until your hands were in her hair.

“God! N-Nyra..! I’m gonna co-,” and before you could finish whimpering out those final words, she shattered you. Orgasm rolled over you in warm waves of bliss. Still, she never stopped, and you rode it out until it threatened to crest into a second peak and become painful. 

It was then, and only then, that she stopped and looked up at you, panting almost as much as you were. “You taste so fucking good. Stay right here, I’m not done with you yet.” She slipped off the bed and walked over to your dresser, going right for the drawer you kept all your toys. Picking out a vibrator she knew you loved–its width and shape always making quick work of you–she smiled like a succubus. Crawling back between your legs, she once again didn’t give you time to protest before turning it on. “Don’t even think about taking those clamps off.”

You opened your mouth to say something in retort but the second you did you felt–and saw–Rhaenrya begin to push that big vibrator into your clenching, soaked, needy fucking pussy. Your eyes rolled closed when she seated it fully inside you. Tension instantly returned to your core and you barely covered your mouth in time to muffle an overstimulated cry. The muscles of your abdomen flexed and tightened, hips stuttering, as bliss threatened to push you over the edge. 

God you fucking loved this thing. 

“If only you could see yourself right now,” Rhaenrya cooed as she watched you from below, able to see not only your saturated cunt as she pumped the toy in and out of you, but also see up your belly to your breasts, and your blissed out face above those. “You are so lovely. So perfect. So fucking sexy and dirty.”

“P-please! Too much. Too much,” you gasped, still shuddering and clenching on your vibrator.

She smirked like the devil himself as she leaned forward and began to lavish your clit with her tongue and lips once again. She held the vibrator inside you, keeping it in place and not letting it squeeze out from your clenching depths. Nor did she pump it in and out of you. She simply kept it there. Deep. Buzzing away inside your perfect walls on one of its highest settings. She let all those inner muscles do the work as she ate your clit.

If you thought the first (or was it two?) orgasm was too much, this one really was. A strangled cry left your throat as blinding pleasure pulsed through every single nerve-ending in your body. Molten lava consumed you. You were weightless. Formless. Your hips spasmed beneath her and you thought you might actually pass out.

Carefully, with one final kiss to your clit, she pulled the toy out from your overstimulated center. She turned it off and dropped it on the bed. She moved to lay beside you, kissing your cheek. With a much softer expression, she asked, “you okay?”

You hadn’t realized the intensity of your last orgasm caused more than physical release to flood you. Tears had gathered in your eyes and slid down your temples. It’s not that you were sad–not at all–but the sensation had been that intense. You couldn’t remember the last time this happened! The tears were short lived and as soon as you wiped them away, no more came. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you answered softly, voice thicker and more horse than you expected. “Holy shit. I’m more than okay,” you laughed, honestly dumbfounded at how your body could still be weightless and tingling. “I’m honestly fucking amazing right now.”

“Good,” she answered with a little giggle of her own. “I’m going to take the clamps off now, okay?”

You nodded, slowly coming back into yourself.

Once your nipples were free of the clamps, she tenderly kissed each one. “You did so, so very well. I’m beyond proud of you my sweet, perfect, lovely girl,” she said as she nuzzled soft kisses at the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your neck.

You tickled her face with kisses too, soaking in all of her sweet lovey words. “Pretty sure my soul is still coming back to my body, but, once it does I am so tackling the fuck outta you,” you proclaimed fiercely, wanting to give her even a fraction of what she had given you.

That got a laugh out of her. “Take your time, sweetling,” she winked. “I’m half starved. I’ll go order us dinner and be back in for said tackling. Sound good?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed as you watched her walk out of the bedroom in only her panties, searching for her phone to call something in from one of your favorite restaurants.

By the time you were done giving thanks to your girlfriend for all the pleasure she gave you, dinner was cold on the front porch. But, even with that, it was still one of the best damn meals you'd had lately.

After dinner, you found your book on the couch again, and Rhaenyra flicked on the latest show she'd been binging–both of you sharing one really big, really soft, blanket.

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Mommy's Baby Girl

pairing: Fanon!Rhaenyra Targaryen x Female OC

summary: Alicent can go to hell, Donna was Rhaenyra's baby girl.

Word count: 2,1K

Warnings: Smut, strap on, mommy kink, overstimulation

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Donna sat alone in the dimly lit living room, her thoughts drifting like wayward whispers through her mind. The soft glow of the moonlight bathed her in an ethereal embrace, casting shadows that danced in harmony with the turmoil in her heart. It had been weeks since the family reunion, but the memory still lingered, heavy and haunting.

She couldn’t escape the nagging regret that gnawed at her from within. Her relationship with Rhaenyra Targaryen, the love of her life, was supposed to be a sanctuary of trust and affection. But the events of that weekend had planted a seed of doubt—a poison ivy of jealousy—that threatened to choke their love.

Donna’s gaze fixed on a framed photograph on the wall, a cherished snapshot of her and Rhaenyra on a sunny day at the beach. They were smiling, their eyes locked in a gaze that spoke of a deep, unspoken connection. Donna’s heart ached as she wondered if that connection had been strained, if their love was faltering. Then she decided to move to the bedroom, she was tired already from working all day.

The memory of the family reunion was a vivid one. It had been an occasion filled with laughter and reunions with distant relatives she had barely known. Yet, there was one distant relative, Alicent Hightower, who had captured her attention.

Alicent was charismatic, with a quick wit that drew people in like a moth to a flame. Donna had found herself gravitating toward her, engaging in conversations that stretched into the late hours of the night. It had all been so innocent, just family bonding, Donna told herself.

But as she lay there in the quiet of the night, she couldn’t shake the guilt that had burrowed into her soul. She remembered how Rhaenyra’s eyes had betrayed a flicker of unease when she had joined yet another conversation with Alicent at the reunion. It had been just a glance, a fleeting expression, but Donna had caught it.

She turned her head to the side, facing the empty space beside her in the bed. It had once been filled by Rhaenyra’s warmth, their entwined bodies finding solace in each other’s arms. But lately, that space remained vacant more often than not, as Rhaenyra withdrew into her own world.

Donna sighed, her heart heavy with the knowledge that she had unwittingly sown the seeds of jealousy in Rhaenyra’s heart. She wished she could turn back time and erase the hours spent with Alicent, the laughter shared, and the lingering glances that should have been meant only for Rhaenyra.

As the days turned into weeks, Donna’s internal struggle deepened. She found herself caught in a web of her own making, torn between the fond memories of her conversations with Alicent and the growing chasm that seemed to separate her from Rhaenyra.

Donna’s thoughts often drifted back to the moments she had shared with Alicent during the reunion. The way Alicent had laughed at her jokes, the way they had effortlessly found common interests, it had all been so intoxicatingly easy. But now, in the stillness of her solitude, Donna couldn’t help but question the cost of that ease.

She replayed the scenes in her mind—the late-night talks, the playful teasing, the lingering smiles. Each memory was a dagger of regret, twisting deeper into her heart. She had allowed herself to become captivated by the charming allure of Alicent, and in doing so, she had inadvertently wounded the heart of the woman she loved most.

Donna traced her fingers along the edge of her phone, hesitating to send a message to Rhaenyra, who was in another room. She wanted to apologize, to assure Rhaenyra that her heart was unwaveringly loyal, but the words eluded her. How could she convey the depth of her remorse without revealing the extent of her lapse in judgment?

She yearned for the days when her relationship with Rhaenyra had been unburdened by doubt, when their love had been a beacon of light in a world filled with uncertainty. Now, that light felt dimmed, as if a storm of jealousy threatened to extinguish it.

Donna's head snapped up at the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut. She wasn't worried about it waking any children who were having a sleepover at Rhaenys' house to be with Baela and Rhaena who were visiting from collage. She wanted to call to Rhaenyra but held herself back not wanting to anger the Targaryen woman.

Rhaenyra stalked into the room, face blank almost scaring Donna. Donna watched as Rhaenyra took off the suit jacket she had, she must have stayed late at work. Rhaenyra's eyes trailed over Donna's form laying in bed ready for sleep under the sheets, she was perched up on the bed hand folded neatly in her lap.

"That better be off when I am back" Rhaenyra walked over to Donna's side of the bed. She hooked a finger under the strap of Donna's chemise before letting it go making it snap back in place. Rhaenyra turned around and walked into their walk in closet.

Donna gulped not knowing what to do in this situation. Not wanting to anger Rhaenyra anymore she scrambled off the bed and slipped her chemise off her body. She was wearing only a pair of panties, she was about to go to bed, no need for more clothes.

"Good girl" Rhaenyra chuckled darkly as she walked back out of the closet.

Donna gasped shocked at the sight that greeted her, Rhaenyra in her naked glory standing in front of her with a strap she has never seen before on.

"Not so good though are you? Throwing yourself at Alicent like some whore" Rhaenyra stalked over to Donna in quick steps, she was so fast Donna had no time to back away. Rhaenyra grabbed Donna's hair making her whimper.

The mere rasp in Rhaenyra's voice made a fire to grow in the pit of Donna's stomach. She ached to touch Rhaenyra, it has been so long, way too long. Donna's eyes filled with tears-tears of need and want. Rhaenyra smirked at the sight and pushed Donna back to lay on her back.

"You need reminding baby girl, mommy needs to remind you who owns this wet, sweet and tasty cunny" Rhaenyra kneeled between Donna's legs. Pushed her knees apart she smirked at the sight that greeted her, the pink hole wetter than ever begging to be touched.

"Right baby girl?" Rhaenyra asked, her hand coming down quickly swatting her swollen pearl. Donna squeaked shocked, her legs automatically going to close but Rhaenyra did not let them.

"Mommy..." Donna whimpered, hips jerking up in the air with need. Rhaenyra chuckled evilly almost. She grabbed the base of the fake cock she had on her and ran it up and down Donna's slit.

"Use your words, baby girl" Rhaenyra tapped Donna's clit with the tip of the fake cock. The cock was beginning to glister with Donna's slick.

"Mommy I need you" Donna moaned. Rhaenyra smirked, leaning down to lay fully on top Donna. Donna looked up at her with wide teary eyes.

"Is that so?" Rhaenyra tilted her head to the side teasing the girl. She slapped the cock again on Donna's clit making her moan out loud.

"Yes mommy, I need you s-so much" Donna's leg widened desperate for some friction. Rhaenyra was glad that she had met Donna now, she was glad that she let Jace have his friends over so she could meet her.

"Alright baby, mommy will give you what you want" Rhaenyra plunged the cock inside of Donna with no more warning. Donna gasped shocked, her whole body froze for a second tensing at this weird intrusion.

"Mommy" Donna moaned shocked. Rhaenyra did not wait more to start moving. She was going to fuck the little brat a century forward in time.

"Do you reckon Alicent can fuck you like this?" Rhaenyra asked. Her hips snapping no rhythm but destroying Donna's pussy.

"Fuck... mommy" Donna's head fell back. Rhaenyra grabbed Donna's head and held her head in place.

"Look me in the eyes" Rhaenyra hissed angrily. Donna's walls squeezed the cock so tightly, Rhaenyra's thrusts stuttered for a second. Donna's eyes snapped open to look Rhaenyra's eyes, moaning at the sight of the dark Violet eyes glaring down at you.

"Will she fuck you this good?" Rhaenyra asked again. Her hand snapped down from your hair to grab your chin. Her hips never ceasing their movement for a second. Donna wanted to scream, she wanted to claw at anything, she was in heaven.

"N-no, only m-mommy" Donna stuttered. Her words were breathy showing just how needy she was. Her hips began moving in rhythm with Rhaenyra's thrusts.

"Let me hear you! let the neighbours hear you! let everyone hear you" Rhaenyra demanded. She pushed back up on her knees, she held up Donna's hips to angle them just right, her hips snapping in an unforgivable pace. Donna's eyes rolled back seeing stars. Rhaenyra's hand sneaked up to touch your clit, flicking it with each thrust.

"Only mommy! Mommy!" Donna's moaned loudly or more like screamed. Her walls clamped down on the fake cock, her body quivering as she came. Her hands bunched up the sheet tightly, almost ripping them with her nails.

"Good, cum on my cock. My cock not anyone else's" Rhaenyra smirked. Her thumb teasing your clit still, her hips moving in a calmer rhythm but not stopping. Donna rocked into her unable to stop.

"Mommy...please.... mommy..." Donna babbled, her head growing soft with each thrust. With each stroke of Rhaenyra's thumb Donna's world turned and turned.

"Yes darling? Rhaenyra leaned down again, this position making her go deeper again with her holding her thigh high on her waist while her other arm held her up. She kissed Donna straight on the lips, she tasted of toothpaste, so sweetly she still used a strawberry flavoured one.

"Mommy... sensitive" Donna cried. Her eyes opened, begging Rhaenyra for both more and for her to stop. Rhaenyra grinned moving to kiss Donna's neck knowing she cannot look her in the eyes without caving, not when Donna looked like this.

"Let mommy work" Rhaenyra bit Donna's earlobe. Donna gasped, back arching. Her cunt was in heaven, her stomach was in heaven, her whole body was in heave, her mind was in heave, she was simply in heaven in between Rhaenyra's arms and her cock inside of her.

"Mommy!" Donna couldn't hold the second orgasm that crashed into her. Rhaenyra grinned almost evilly.

Rhaenyra pulled out of Donna giving her a false hope that she was done. Donna let out a small shocked yell when Rhaenyra flipped her over and pulled her up on her knees and hands.

"Mommy...no" Donna begged. Her hips unconsciously pushing back in search of Rhaenyra. No did not mean No in their sexual life, they had another word but Donna's lips has never uttered that word before, keligon was not a word Donna has used yet. Halt.

"Shhh sweet baby, let mommy erase that witch's touch from you" Rhaenyra pushed back in. Moaning herself, she had been so focused on Donna she had not realised the cock rubbed her own clit with specific movement, that's how concentrated she was.

"Mommy...please" Donna cried. Her hips moving forward and back, fucking herself dumb on the plastic cock.

"Yes" Rhaenyra hissed, her head falling back with each snap of Donna's hips. Rhaenyra was so close already, pulling two orgasms from Donna riled her up and the friction as well made her want to stuff herself.

"Mommy, too much" Donna cried, she tried to pull away but Rhaenyra held her hips in place and began pounding in her again.

"Cumming baby girl, make mommy cum" Rhaenyra cocked. Donna was full on sobbing then, moving her hips in time to meet Rhaenyra's thrusts in the middle.

"That's it" Rhaenyra's hell fell back, mouth gaping she was so close. She was just never gonna let Donna go, her moan sounded too sweet, she looked too sweet, she would rather kill Alicent than let her have Donna ever.

"Mommy, sore" Donna whined. Her arms gave up on her, she fell face first on the bed. Her hips were held up by Rhaenyra who did not stop pounding into her red hole.

"Fucking hell" Rhaenyra wailed as her orgasm crashed down on her. Donna's cream came gushing out coating the plastic cock. Rhaenyra wanted to take a picture and save it forever. She pulled out the cock, Donna's whole body twitched with whimpers leaving her mouth at the movement. Rhaenyra smirked victoriously, she had Donna where she wanted her.

[epiphany-of-a-madwoman]

— The Archer | R. Targaryen *✧･ﾟ

▹ Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Reader

▹ Genre: Angst and Comfort

▹ Words: ~3.7k

▹ Summary: All of Rhaenyra's enemies started as friends and she's terrified you'll be next.

▹ Note: Your Honor, I'm gay.

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There'd been a shift in your relationship with Rhaenyra.

You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment it had happened or the exact reason for it. But something had changed. No longer did she freely show her affections in the privacy of her chambers, nor did she reach out to hold your hand in hers. Cold and distant, Rhaenyra didn't call on you as much as she previously had. 

Paranoia had you in its claws; had you done something wrong? Did she find someone else to fall in love with? Perhaps someone she could be with so publicly, not a lowly handmaiden she could only ever have in the quiet of the night. 

Your heart hammered with anxiety and suspense; tossing and turning, sleep had evaded you as you began to keep tally of how many times Rhaenyra called on your aid. The most in one day had been three, and she used to call on you double that amount just to be in your presence. Something was wrong; you just didn't know what. 

She wouldn't even meet your gaze anymore. 

It made you squirm when in her presence, where once you had been at complete ease. Doubt made your sunny skies turn gray as insecurities gnawed on you. Did she rekindle her friendship with Queen Alicent and leave you in the dust? Or was it Daemon Targaryen who captured her attention from you? Perhaps someone new to the court you hadn't even realized was a threat. 

There was nothing to do; you were helpless, unable to act as the woman you loved drifted further away. Goodbye was screaming in the silence between the two of you.

Hands shaking and breathing unsteady, your footsteps echoed in the dark halls, its flickering candles casting monsters in the corner of your vision. Your fingers gripped the serving tray in your hand so tight that all circulation had been cut off as your knuckles turned white. The decanter of wine shook, and its sound called out just how terrified you were. 

The princess had requested red wine as she prepared for bed, and you were terribly anxious this would be the night she'd officially end the relationship the two of you shared. But you didn't want that; you didn't want to face the harsh reality that everything was crumbling around you. You'd take awkward silence over definite endings. 

All too soon, you reached her chambers, the doors looming over you in a mocking manner. Carefully, you raised a single fist to the door and knocked, the rap of your fist almost as loud as the beat of your heart. A lump was caught in your throat as you waited.

"Come in." The walls muffled Rhaenyra's voice, but you'd heard them well enough, always too aware of anything related to Rhaenyra. And maybe that was where you went wrong. Blinded by the princess, you took her words as an oath and not the petty dalliance she probably viewed it as. 

Carefully, hands still shaking, you opened the door. The sweat on your palm nearly made it stick to the cool metal of the knob.

The room was dimly lit by half-melted candles and candelabras spread throughout the large chamber. The duvet on her large bed was pulled back, inviting her to sink into the plush mattress of cloud-like pillows. Rhaenyra sat in front of her vanity, hair loose and unbraided, dressed in a night dress and a silk robe. She turned her head as you entered, purple eyes carefully watching you with an unreadable expression. 

She used to look at you with warmth and vibrant affection, every emotion she felt visible on her face. Now it was like looking at a statue, harsh and emotionless. The pit in your stomach burrowed deeper, and your heart got caught in your throat. Where did it all go wrong?

Your eyes darted from her, unable to stare any longer without bursting into tears. The walls were closing in on you as the ability to breathe was taken from you. Like a rat, you hurried to the other side of the room, setting the tray on a small table. 

You opened the decanter, pouring the red wine into the glass. You took your time to avoid spilling anything. You needed to be out of the room as soon as possible. The weight of Rhaenyra's eyes on you was equivalent to the ceiling collapsing onto you. A scenario you would've preferred over this one; at least then death would be quicker than this slow burn. 

There was a soft clank as you set down the crystal decanter. With the glass of wine in hand, you turned and walked towards Rhaenyra. Eyes lowered to the floor, and counting each step taken, you set the glass on the vanity, a few inches from Rhaenyra's hand, that tightly gripped the wood's edge. 

You didn't mutter a word, simply lowering into a slight curtsey before turning and exiting the room. Except you hadn't made it that far, only crossing half of the room before Rhaenyra spoke. 

"Wait." 

You stopped in your tracks, the hammer of your heart so loud you wouldn't be surprised if all of Dragonstone heard it. 

"Come here."

Your eyes fluttered shut, unsure whether you should be relieved or terrified. She would either take you in her arms as she had nearly every night the past year, or she'd fully sever the thread that tied the two of you together.

Deeply you inhaled, held it for a moment, then exhaled, opening your eyes. You turned, eyes still on the floor, as you returned to where Rhaenyra sat. You waited for her to speak, terrified of what she may say. So silent you could've blended into the walls; things had never been this way between you. Rhaenyra had always been more of a friend than a superior and then a friend that became a lover. 

But now she would become a stranger again.

"Would you brush my hair and plait it for bed?" She spoke to you as if you were a stranger, even-toned and perfectly polite. But perhaps if you'd been looking anywhere other than your feet, you'd have noticed the storm of emotions reflected in her eyes. 

Wordlessly you nodded, grabbing the hair brush and meticulously brushing out any knots and tangles. You made quick work of it but refrained from seeming too eager to finish the task. The last thing you needed was to potentially anger Rhaenyra, something you'd never been afraid of. But nothing was as it once was. 

Her hair was like silk threads between your fingers as you wove each strand into one braid that fell down the middle of her back. While your eyes focused solely on her hair and the task at hand, Rhaenyra's were on you. 

A soft smile curled at the edges of her lips, heart heavy with anxiety and fear she didn't dare speak into existence. It wasn't that she wanted to push you away. But as paranoia and fear took root within her mind, rotting away her faith and belief that there were good things out there, distancing herself was better than watching you twist into someone who hated her.  

Yet even as she resolved herself to do such, creating an armor of ice to encase herself with, the sting of heartbreak hit her heart. While she would self-soothe with reassurances that it was only raw for now, that soon the ache would dull, she wasn't convinced. In the loneliness of the night, her bed was entirely too big. You should've been in the space beside her, greeting her with sleepy smiles and bleary eyes that sparkled like stars. 

Rhaenyra was sure that she'd be getting over you her whole life. Yet missing you wasn't the worst of it.

Never a player of the Great Game the nobles busied themselves with, you wore your heart on your sleeve. It was evident the hurt you bore from her sudden withdrawal. Shockwaves of trembling hands and unsteady breaths plagued you, eyes not as bright as they once had been. She noticed it all, and it was like a dagger to the heart every time she did. She never wanted to hurt you; she never wanted you to hate her. 

Yet the fear of you twisting the dagger embedded in her chest from past betrayal made her rash. It made her paranoid, visions of treachery riddling her with madness. Alone in the dark, twisting in her sheets, Rhaenyra's doubts spiraled out of control. 

But in the solitude of her room, Rhaenyra could feel her walls weakening as your nimble fingers brushed through her hair.

You continued your work on Rhaenyra's hair, nearly finished as you reached the end. Before Rhaenyra could return the mask of indifference to her face, you were tying her braid with a cord, eyes moving from her head to meet her eyes in the mirror. Reflected in her eyes was the same pain and longing in yours. It made a lump return to your throat, a small sliver of hope like dawn coming after night. 

Neither of you spoke, your hands still tangled in the ends of her hair. Time had stopped, the both of you screaming a million things with your eyes. Yet neither of you could understand the other, leading to more confusion as your heart continued to break. She nearly reached out and snatched your hands; in fact, she was lifting her hand, fingers outstretched--

The sudden rumble of thunder broke the silence as you jumped back from Rhaenyra, hands falling to your side, and Rhaenyra mourned the loss of your touch. She realized how much she truly missed it.

"Will that be all, my lady?" You lowered your head, eyes once again on your feet.

Rhaenyra hesitated. She'd wanted you to stay, to pull you into her arms and make you swear you'd never leave her. She wanted you to leave kisses on her face, punctuating each one with a promise of undying fealty, not as an heir to the Iron Throne but as the woman you loved. So close within her grasp, she could have reached out and captured your hand, holding it so tight she wouldn't feel a thing. Everything she wanted stood before her, patiently waiting for her to speak. 

And yet Rhaenyra found herself tongue-tied, fighting a war no one else knew was waging. Could she take the leap, put her faith, trust, and everything sacred to her in you, and just simply hope you wouldn't turn your back on her? Could she fully bare her soul, grant you her heart, and pray you wouldn't crush it? Love involved a leap of faith that Rhaenyra was hesitant to take.

How could she open up after so much betrayal from the ones she least expected it from?

But at the same time, all she was feeling was pain that she had inflicted on herself. Was she some sort of masochist, content with being hurt so long as she could wield when and who it came from? 

"Princess?" Your voice pulled Rhaenyra from her thoughts as she refocused on her surroundings. You were looking at her, a hint of concern in the cracks of your neutral expression. 

It only made Rhaenyra's heart twist. You should be cursing her name, swearing up and down the halls Rhaenyra Targaryen was a cheat and a liar. And yet... 

You still cared; it shone in how you watched her, eyes too keen and all-knowing. But if you were all-knowing, why couldn't you see the paranoid propaganda she was feeding herself? She wished, more than anything, you were the mind reader she often joked you were.

Time seemed to slow, unknown words forming on her tongue and falling from her mouth. 

"Stay with me." 

For a moment you stared at her, entirely sure you'd heard her wrong. Yet even as you replayed her answer over and over again, it hadn't changed. She wanted you to stay. Yet even as you lit up with newfound optimism, you crushed it before it could blossom. You didn't want to be let down. 

You then nodded, unable to stifle the small smile on your lips. "Of course, princess. What is it you require of me?"

Rhaenyra picked up the glass of wine that had remained untouched up until that moment, and she stood from the vanity. She tipped the glass back, welcoming the bitter taste of it.

"Have a drink with me." 

You nodded, following Rhaenyra as she walked towards the table where you had placed the decanter of wine. You moved to pour the glass, but Rhaenyra beat you to it, filling a second glass she presented before topping off her own. 

"Thank you," you muttered, taking the glass and tentatively sipping. It was all so familiar, like a sense of deja-vu from when the two of you would sip wine and explore fantasies that could never be. Yet the air was never this thick with tension.

Rhaenyra sat at the table, motioning with her head for you to follow suit, which you did. Your fingers drummed on the wood, nerves making you restless. It felt as though you were awaiting trial for crimes against the crown. 

Unspoken words hovered in the atmosphere, tangible yet elusive. Rhaenyra drank the wine like water while you hardly touched yours. Your stomach was so twisted that the thought of drinking anything made you nauseous. 

The only indication that any time had passed was the dwindling wine and the storm that continued to rage outside. After her third glass had been drained, Rhaenyra set down the cup, pushing it away to indicate she was finished. 

Only then did her eyes find yours, expression severe and austere. There were small lines along her forehead from the furrow of her brows and creases from the frown on her lips. You wanted to smooth them all and kiss away whatever made her so cold, yet that wasn't your place anymore. 

"Do you love me?" She spoke softly, yet a sharp edge to her words carried the weight of an unspoken accusation. She judged you guilty of crimes you never even committed, put you in a cell, and destroyed the key without so much of a trial.

Yet you could do nothing but answer her earnestly because no matter the number of cuts in your skin from her sudden distance, your heart would always belong to her and only her. 

"Yes." 

Rhaenyra's jaw tightens, and in the flicker of the candles, you see the quiver of her lip and the slight shake of her form. She was crumbling, ash to the fire you radiated. Any resolve to preserve her heart in the act of self-sabotage was destroyed. 

"Say it." The words were strained, Rhaenyra's eyes shut so tight the skin might rip. Tears pricked in her eyes, and Rhaenyra did her best to keep them at bay. 

"I love you." You said it with such conviction and sincerity, Rhaenyra nearly believed it. Her eyes remained shut, but her body slackened and sunk into her chair. However, you leaned forward, eyes narrowed as everything clicked into place.

"Is that why you have been so distant and different? Did you believe I did not love you?" You asked, hands finding Rhaenyra's. You gripped them tightly as if to force Rhaenyra to truly see you. 

"It is silly," she laughed, the sounds hollow and empty. She refused to look at you, knowing the burning passion in your eyes would make her fully give in. But she needed to maintain the walls around her heart, even if you kept tearing them down as she put them into place. She wouldn't be hurt by anyone ever again. 

"It is not," you argued, squeezing her hand. "Look at me." She didn't heed your request, stubbornly turning her head away. You stood, the wood of your chair scraping against the stone floor, and you kneeled before Rhaenyra, pulling one of her hands into yours, elbows resting atop her knees.

"Rhaenyra, look at me." Still, she refused. With your free hand, you forced her head to face you. "'Nyra, please." With your final plea, her eyes fluttered open, purple iris' glossy from unshed tears. Diamonds under her eyes glistened, carving a path down her cheek as a few stray tears fell. 

"I love you. I have loved you since the day I laid my eyes upon you. I need you to know that to understand the way I feel will never change."

"You don't know that. You cannot predict how you will feel in the future." She was stubbornly arguing, clinging to the last bit of fight she had. Your touch was burning her skin from her humiliation at appearing so weak. 

"No, I may not be able to see the future, but I know how I feel for you, and I know that won't change."

"I can't be hurt again. All my enemies were once friends, and I cannot bear to see the same happen to you. I cannot lose you." Her hand ghosted over your cheek, her hand that was in your grasp interlocking with your fingers. 

"And you will not. I won't betray you as Queen Alicent of Ser Criston or any of the others that left scars on you. What must I do to make you see that?"

Sharply Rhaenyra inhaled, choked sobs raking through her body. "I do not know how to stop it. I am terrified, so terrified. I do not want to be disappointed, not again."

You swallowed thickly, allowing her words to process as your thumbs stroked the palm of her hand. Like the weather outside, you were a tempest of emotions. A blend of sadness, desperation to comfort Rhaenyra, and burning anger towards those at King's Landing who had created these wounds. 

Rhaenyra always had to maintain a strong facade as the heir to the throne, especially with her claim constantly being questioned. But for now, you would be the source of strength she had to be for so many people. 

Rhaenyra continued to cry as you all but cradled her against you.

"Then I promise to do my best to never let that happen, and if it does, and one of us is let down by the other, I'll do my damndest to ensure I am the one that gets hurt."

Rhaenyra was too stunned to speak, the passion behind your words taking her aback. She pulled her head back from your chest to give you a wide-eyed stare.

You were truly in love with her; you'd meant every sleepy promise and quiet confession. The words you spoke hadn't been hasty or impulsive. They were an oath sworn under a canopy of stars with the gods as your witness. Rhaenyra had been a fool to not realize it before. 

"I love you." 

It was all she uttered before her lips were on yours. The kiss was salty from the tears falling from Rhaenyra's eyes, but you didn't mind, more than content to be pulled beneath the waves of her waters. 

This kiss felt different from all the others you'd shared, a show of affection and relief that the cold war waging between you was over. There would be peace, and Rhaenyra could return to her home in your arms. 

It was also more than that; it was also a declaration of devotion between the two of you, as sacred as any wedding. The waters would be rough, and the two of you could never truly be together anywhere other than the privacy of these four walls. Yet it was everything you'd wanted.

Rhaenyra was everything you wanted. 

You returned her fervor, determined to make her feel every word you hadn't spoken. Gently, your tongue slipped past her lips, and you swallowed the small gasp she let out. One hand was on the nape of her neck, keeping her close while the other traced patterns along the curve of her cheek. She tasted like wine and imported berries from the Reach, an intoxicating blend that made your mind grow hazy. 

She pulled back first, only centimeters separating the two of you. Eye to eye, her forehead resting on yours, she breathed in. The tip of her nose brushed against yours as you panted. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. How could you possibly forgive me," Rhaenyra spoke with as much reverence as a Sept reciting sacred prayers. 

"Because I love you," you spoke, lips brushing over hers. "I love you, and I will continue to do so until the end of my days." 

"I do not deserve you." 

You cupped her cheek in such a soft and delicate fashion. She was a work of art, and you'd handle her with the care she deserved. 

"You deserve so much more than you've been given, 'Nyra. I cannot give you much, but I will give you all my love; I can promise you that. I will never betray you, I will never leave you, and I will never, ever stop loving you."

She breathed out a laugh, a sweet smile on her swollen lips that were bruised from the kiss you'd shared. "And I promise you that when I am named Queen, I will make a new order and marry you, proprietary be damned. I want you, and I will have you. No court, army, or god could stop me."

There was a glow on your face, her words making you feel as high as the heavens. The smile on your face would never be wiped off. Truth rang in Rhaenyra's words, and you knew they weren't pretty promises to make you feel all light and giggly. 

"Do not start a war for me," you muttered in a playful tone, undoing the plait you had done so you could card your fingers through her hair.

"I would burn down the entire world for you." She spoke with such devotion it made your cheeks flush pink.

"Perhaps we start with you kissing me again." 

And Rhaenyra complied with your request, over and over again, determined to make up for the hurt she inflicted. 

[xfancyuu]

~ a different kind of spicy, cheongyang chilli pepper vibe. [rhaenyra targaryen] 18+ SMUT

happy pride! i hope my lgbt+ people are enjoying themselves this month, i know i am! alt title could be if you wanna know how i can show you right now, anyways stan ateez, stream the world ep 2 and fuck your gf. reader is afab with she/her pronouns. my requests are OPEN please send away! i'd assume this takes place somewhere during rhaenyra's marriage to laenor. [1,555 words]

i am in NO way responsible in your fanfic consumption MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! i don't even know where to begin with the tags on this fic, lesbian sex, dom/sub dynamic, overstimulation, talks about wanting children, dirty talk, daemon reference and i think(?) it's positive. lmk if i missed any.

Spending your nights with Rhaenyra had given you solace you never knew you needed. From the feeling of her soft skin pressing against yours while the two of you slept, from the comforting presence she had provided you continuously. You knew your love for each other could never be shared publicly and it often times made you sad but when the two of you were together alone it made up for all the secrecy.

Nobody had bothered to question why you shared Rhaenyra's bed more than her own husband, but you were her lady in waiting, you were the person she was closest to and if Laenor was happy nobody could say anything against the arrangement.

It had been an unusually warm spring night, the sun had trouble setting at a decent time and you had almost stripped down to your undergarments in the garden. It was just too hot, you didn't know if being in Rhaenyra's presence made you feral or the heat was truly getting to you. So much so you had stripped yourself of all clothing while Rhaenyra waited in bed for you.

She, too, had chosen to sleep naked, claiming the heat was also too much to bare — you knew the truth, though. Rhaenyra had a dragon, the weather wasn't the cause of her nakedness.

Your night had been mostly uneventful, the two of you had laid in bed, Rhaenyra reading to you while your head was in her lap, the closeness you felt to her was much different than anything else you'd ever felt, the two of you often read in this position though you'd never felt the softness of her thighs in such a position before. You didn't know what possessed you to kiss the tops of her thighs but she never complained, her breathing getting heavier as you continued to do so, though you had promptly stopped when she had closed the book.

"We need to sleep, Y/N." Rhaenyra spoke, playing with your hair after placing the book on the bedside table.

"I think you may be right, Nyra." Came your response, your head moving from her lap and choosing to place a kiss on her lips, the kiss remained chase with Rhaenyra's hands placing themselves on your hips as to make sure you didn't lose balance.

She was the first one to pull away, and while it took you a second to compose yourself, you laid on the left side of the bed, choosing to forgo covering yourself, the heat was far too unbearable for you even with the moon blessing you with its presence.

Despite the heat it didn't stop you from cudding into Helaena, your head was placed on her chest and while she too complained about the heat, she didn't complain about your current position.

Your dream had been so vivid, choosing to show you images of yourself and Rhaenyra in various positions and committing various acts you doubt her real life counterpart would ever allow you to put her in.

Perhaps you could bring yourself to your peak rather quickly, the fear of waking Rhaenyra was within your mind but the way your fingers were playing with your bud felt too good, you wanted to prolong it. As long as you didn't stick your fingers within yourself, Rhaenyra had claimed your cunt as her own, not allowing even yourself to place your own fingers in there. She was possessive over you, wanting to give you as much pleasure as you could take and even more. You often left her room on a morning feeling as though you were on cloud nine though having to ignore the overstimulation, she did make it hard for you.

You were being loud, moaning, moving around the bed, trying to bed as quiet as you possibly could yet that didn't help you, Rhaenyra had woke up, not happy in the slightest. Disturbing her sleep was one thing but touching yourself had truly flipped something within her, she was on top of you within seconds, removing your hand away — almost instantly killing your impending orgasm.

"Who gave you permission to touch yourself?" It was rhetorical, Rhaneyra very rarely allowed you to answer back to her, "I swore you promised you were mine, body and soul, yet you think you have the right to touch your body?"

You didn't respond as Nyra had opened your legs further to gain access to your already wet cunt. You could tell she wasn't happy. She was the one who would do this to you, the one to turn you on and make sure you were satisfied.

"You've done this to yourself?" She asked, her fingers entering you without much resistance, the wetness you'd caused leaking out of yourself while her fingers continued to enter you.

"Only thought about you." You responded, legs opening wider, feeling her so deep within you almost had you reaching for your bud once more but stopped when you saw the look on Rhaenyra's face.

"Is that meant to make me feel better?" She asked, increasing the speed of her fingers,

"I only ever think about you" you reiterate, though the words had come out breathy, the feeling of Rhaenyra's fingers within you had started to build up your previously killed orgasm. Rhaenyra knew you were sensitive but she hadn't realised you were this sensitive, being able to cum in few seconds after she'd entered you.

"That's it baby, cum all over your queen's fingers, be a loyal subject, give me what I want." Her words had tipped you over the edge, the orgasm you so badly wanted had been given to you though Rhaenyra hadn't stopped her movements while your thighs shook and tried to close on her hand though with her own leg being between them it was almost impossible.

"Nyra, please." Your words were cut off by Rhaenyra kissing you, it wasn't soft nor chaste, it was with hunger and purpose, brutal even. She hadn't stopped, though her lips found their way to your neck, leaving marks as she went along.

"You want another one? So insatiable, you'd think i've left you untouched for months." Despite your begging she had chosen to interpret you wrong. Rhaenyra got like this sometimes, and most times it left you unable to walk or to fulfil your duties properly. "You can give me another one, can't you?"

"Want to, so badly." Telling Rhaenyra no would have been fruitless — you also enjoyed when she was like this, giving you everything you wanted and then more.

"Tell me what you want."

"Want you to stay inside me so badly, wish you had a cock so you could put a baby in me." You were babbling now, though it was true, you wanted to be filled with Rhaenya's heirs, to give her a life that was expected of her.

"We could make that happen, have you fuck Daemon so he can give you Targaryen babies."

"No, no, no, no, no," you repeated like a mantra as she continued her brutal pace within you, "only want you, I'm only yours."

Rhaenyra had taken your whining as a sign you needed more, her thumb had begun to play with your enlarged bud and it had made you cry out, moving your hips to meet her hand easier.

The two of you continued, Rhaenyra whispering filthy things in your ear, about how you were her perfect girl, about how she'd get Daemon to fuck you next, about how you'd be perfect with your and her child and it was enough to make you to come undone a second time. The intensity of this one hitting you harder than the last.

"I can't do another one Nyra." You choked out, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her down to kiss you once more, this was sweeter than the last, portraying nothing but love and tenderness rather than the lust filled ones you'd shared before.

She pulled away, both from inside you and away from your kiss, making you pout. "I think I want to see you pregnant, you've seen me pregnant with three children yet here you are without a child."

"Jace, Luc and Joffrey are my children too." You insisted, "But if you want me to birth a child myself, you have to find the man and I won't fuck anyone without your permission, you can even tell me what to do." You joked, your own husband had not so tragically passed moons into your marriage. An old disgusting man who only wanted you for your body and the children you could have provided him with, ironically he lived as he died, fucking you from behind — you wouldn't admit it to anyone but the sight of him on the floor was hilarious. Despite this you'd played the mournful wife, crying at the correct things, wearing all black. Though nothing could stop you from entering Rhaenyra's chamber and truly letting the one you love have you.

"We should seek a man worthy to give us a child." You knew who Rhaenyra wanted, you yourself wouldn't be too opposed to him either, especially if Rhaenyra was there. "But right now, I'm not done with you just yet, you won't be leaving this bed for at least three days." your exhausted state couldn't wait, she made you tingle in all the right ways and you'd happily provide her with as many orgasms as you could provide, even if it destroyed you.

i hope you enjoyed this! i've never wrote nyra before and i'm obviously team green but i love her and i believe in gay rights/wrongs and she fits the bill. sorry if this is bad it's the first time i've written sapphic smut.

[howyouloveyourdragon]

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𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋-𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱

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𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 : 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 ( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 , 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔱 , 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔫𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔶 ) ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ : ²⁴⁰⁴

(𝔰𝔬𝔣𝔱 𝔫𝔶𝔯𝔞 𝔟𝔞𝔠к 𝔞𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡)

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 throughout the night as Rhaenyra joined you in your giggling. She didn't hold back as she made one jest after another. She couldn't help it when you looked so pretty and joyful. Your match wasn't made for lust and nor was it made for power, a trailing blaze warmed her as much as Syrax as she took your left hand in her own. She tried to look at you but one glance and she was gone again. Viserys watched his children, he watched as their eyes crinkled from joy and their teeth sparkled in the candlelight. For once he watched his Y/n appreciatively. He knew he wasn't the father she wished she had but it pleased him to see her happy. Alicent from beside him didn't appear so pleased as she stirred her goblet and stewed in her misery. She wouldn't let them out of her sight for a second. A lump lodged in her throat at the idea of her daughter riding Syrax, of being happy without her. Alicent's eyes glared as she tried to cast her mind to other things but the question still remained. Would Rhaenyra turn you against her? Alicent barely left you out of her sight for fear you would be stolen from her again. Truly how deep did Rhaenyra's hatred for her stem, surely this wasn't a ploy to hurt her even further... Her throat constricted and she choked once she spotted Rhaenyra's shoulder bump against yours. She tried to simmer as her husband crept his hand across to hold her firm. When he turned to her he smiled warmly and ever the obedient wife she returned it though not without her own nerves clearly present in her clenched face. Always the clever fool, Viserys ignored it and instead toasted to his sweet children's union.

She watched as Rhaenyra's face softened and as tough a candle had blown out so did her wonder. She had done this for her father's approval. Of course she had. She had taken everything and she would continue to take everything until Alicent lay on her deathbed. She stole her son's eye, she stole her daughter, she was now commenting on a possible union between Jacaerys and Helaena, stealing her other daughter in the process, she would take the throne...This was surely not about petty rivalry but an unadulterated desire to inflict a worse pain on her than she gave. It was only when Y/n raised her glass and smiled at her so fondly that her thoughts ceased. "I want to thank my mother," she said. Alicent's heart fuzzed at the sound, her head raised in surprise. She dropped her lower lip as she watched. She watched as Rhaenyra grasped her daughter's hand and squeezed in encouragement. She watched as the same warm smile Rhaenyra had sent herself in their youth to Y/n instead. She watched as they gripped and flirted with one another all night and day. Alicent watched. The light had finally found purchase once more in Rhaenyra's smile. "for she has given me love, warmth and prosperity." Alicent had nearly forgotten her Y/n was speaking she was so entranced in her face. It was kind and innocent and she wanted to hide it from the world, to protect her. "The miracle was not my birth as she claims." Y/n chuckled, Alicent joined her, dipping her head as the laughter left her. "it is the ongoing in her smile, how she doesn't understand but tries to." Y/n lip wobbled and soon Alicent's eyes pricked and her throat was engulfed in her own hand. Y/n took a deep breath. "The day has come where I must split my heart but I have every intention of half with you. I love you, mother." She paused before raising Rhaenyra to stand beside her, both of them giddy with excitement. The spell broke as Alicent's eyes drew to the hand her former-friend was now cupping your stomach with. A stomach she had not noticed had swollen. No...no...

Her eyes lifted in shock and despair as your smiling face lit up with glee. "We hope your love can expand a little wider." You laughed happily. She would never grow sick of the sound but she would at the meaning behind it. A wrench in her gut twisted as wickedly as Rhaenyra grin. "We are expecting another mouth to feed soon so we hope your hospitality is not conditional." The heir gleamed around the table as cheers and congratulations were spread amongst the room.

You beamed as your wife pressed you against her like a clingy bear and doted on you throughout the night but it didn't stop the intensity of your mother's prying eyes. The stare of betrayal wrestled itself inside her eyes and you were not so blind as your father as to be able to ignore it. But rather than argue with your mother you founnd yourself smiling in Rhaenyra's arms. Her elated heart pounded against you as though devoting her love for you and you relished in it. Your eyes closed as she soothed your head back. Her children had welcomed you and persisted their kindnesses to you throughout the year of your marriage and you couldn't love them more dearly if you tried. Jace took it upon himself to beam at you and talk excitedly about dragon eggs and Valyrian names and so you listened even though your weary eyes struggled to reopen themselves. Rhaenyra's warm and gentle kiss pressed against you lovingly, winding arms tugging you even closer. Viserys struggled to stand but did so nonetheless, a familiar smile of approval permeating. Your father was not the best of men but he cared for you, you knew that. He wanted you happy and that was enough as he led the chorusing well-wishes. Rhaenyra's hand lay soft against your bump and rubbed gently. Gone were her teasing smirks and brass nature, it had long since been replaced with longing glances and protective cups of your cheeks. The warmth of the dragon permeated like a waft of hope as your heart swelled at the sights around you, even Aemond offered a awkward smile from beneath his hard stare. You couldn't lie and say it hadn't been rough for your relationship with your brother. For as long as you could remember you were promising him a life of grandeur and he denounced so fervently and yet when you married Rhaenyra and he saw you jovial beside Lucerys who practically begged like a sweet dog for your approval, a strain has formed. Perhaps seeing your success in such a future might just help him...Okay maybe not but he was on the right track as he stood and whispered something in your mother's fretful ear.

As the Queen's brow became gentle you knew where his loyalties lay and with it came a release of pressure from your chest. He approached you with caution, glancing at Lucerys as he stepped closer. Aemond hesitated before he outstretched his hand to you. "May I request a dance, dear sister?" He asked respectfully and before you could answer, your wife lifted you from your chair and carefully wrapped your hand in his. As you glanced back at her, Rhaenyra's expression stood prideful and tender. You looked to your brother's hopeful face and nodded. "I would love to." You announced playfully. He snickered as he grinned. Rhaenyra's arm carefully unweaved itself from your waist. She nodded in encouragement and made her own feet pad toward Alicent. Aemond finally returned your smiling gaze and hummed. "I have to say," He murmured. "I had expected you to at least have children after I." You reeled back in mock offence and leant back as he took cautious movements as you danced around the room. From the corner you could spot Jacaerys requesting a dance from Helaena. "I am more sensible than the rest of you!" You disputed light-heartedly. Aemond beamed for the first time in far too long and reminded you of the hardship he had undertaken. The responsibilities he had taken in Aegon's stead. The guilt gnawed at you. Somewhere along the lines your steps slowed and the warmth between you felt more natural. "I'm sorry for leaving." You said. His eye traced the walls to avoid your patient face. Aemond shook his head. "You didn't choose to." He deterred. You sighed and watched your feet. "I also didn't stop it. Aegon is..." You sighed as you searched for the words. "Difficult?" Aemond suggested slowly. You both looked at one another and shared the same burdened smile. "Difficult." You agreed. "But you deserved a childhood as long as you were allowed one and I fear–" He groaned. "Please don't say you–" "Took it from you." You finished firmly. Your motions stopped and so did his. You hand hesitated as it rest against his face. "I'm your big sister, I'm supposed to look after you." Aemond sighed and cast his eye across the room until settling back on your own ones. "You are also a woman, I am a second-born son and should have been first for that I have both privileges and shortcomings but above all I wouldn't replace any of it." You could just make out the water starting to wet his eye. He shook his head and tried to blink them away. "Not if it meant staying your blood and I do not care who else your child shares it with. I will care for it as I care for you." A playful scoff left you. "'it' now is it?" "You said that when Daeron was born!" "I was only eight summers old!" "Your defence?" A harmony sounded in the joy of his laugh, something not heard in years. The peace had finally settled in his smile. "I'll miss you." You told him quietly. He nodded. "I know."

Rhaenyra wore a soft gaze when she looked at Alicent and hesitantly took a seat beside her. It was the first time that she shared that gentle smile with her in too long. Alicent didn't look at her as she leant her head against her hands. "I hope you're pleased, princess." Viserys had since left to speak and dance with Helaena. "You are winning." A frown graced across Rhaenyra's brow. "I do not wish to win, there is no fight." She uttered. Alicent scoffed and looked away. A trigger dropped across Rhaenyra's eyes, they fell to scour over her once-love's face. "There is always a fight." Alicent spat bitterly. "Only if you are searching for a war." Rhaenyra sighed in frustration. Her posture dropped against the chair, her sour mood unhidden. The tiniest ebb of guilt bit at the Queen. When the Targaryen looked at Alicent again she reached to grasp her hand. Alicent's face snapped so their eyes could meet and at the sight her hard gaze began to ease. "Your daughter loves you, she does not even care for what father thought, only you." Alicent's squeezed outside of her own volition but it brought a smile to Rhaenyra's face nonetheless. "She holds you dear to her heart and so do I." Alicent's heart clenched in the princess' grasp, the one it had never quite left. Her eyes lowered to their incriminating hands. "I only want her to be happy." Alicent breathed quietly, tears pricking at her. Rhaenyra's smile returned and suddenly they were children again sneaking through the castle and hiding lemon cakes in their pockets, giggling over the next gossip or another. Finally they mourned the life together they lost. Their eyes connected in a way only a Hightower and Targaryen could love. And eventually Alicent nodded and brought Rhaenyra's hand to her lips to lay upon her knuckles the sweetest of kisses. "You will." She assured. They sat in sweet silence until Alicent's chair scraped against the wooden floor. She left the remnants of her first love and with it cemented her support in her child's union.

Alicent's smile was pleasant when she finally reached her dear daughter. She tapped a deft finger upon your shoulder, successfully stealing your attention. It was surprise that painted your face when you saw her but it didn't halt you from accepting the dance she requested. Together your hands met and bodies welcomed one another. "I wish to give you something, sweet girl." Your mother said, pulling back and holding your hands. Your nerves spiked but calmed at her mellow expression. Alicent hesitated and for a moment you worried she would inquire of the same question she asked of you at your wedding, whether you wished to flee. Instead, she squeezed your hands as though she could read your thoughts for the first time and eased you. "There is a necklace I wore when your wife was named heir, it is golden and I know would suit you greatly." Alicent's breath shallowed and she looked down before rejoining your stare. "I know it would suit you far more than it ever did me." A throb settled in your heart. "It is only fair you are allowed the choices I was too scared of, my brave girl." She raised her hand to press gently on your cheek, patting the soft flesh. She leant her lips to press against your forehead and lingered before bringing you into a tight embrace. The safety of a mother's affection remained yours. "You always come first, child."

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Could you write one where Rhaenyra falls in love with handmaiden!reader on Dragonstone?

Sorry, for the delay in requests, I have just started back up at work! But I will get through all the requests I promise! Anyway, I hope you like his one!

Dipping her little finger into the bathtub. Y/N winces at the too-hot water. Too hot for her but perfect for her mistress. The steam rising from the tub steaming up the room.

Satisfied with the temperature. Y/N empties the remaining bottles of smelling soaps into the steaming tub. Y/N was not ashamed to admit that she used her favourite smelling bottles.

The room was set up ready for the Targaryen princess, the bath in the centre, her robe hanging over a chair and her dressing table ready for the princesses to be pampered afterwards. Y/N walks into the adjoining room to attend to her lady who had been sat patiently waiting for her bath.

“Tis ready for you, my lady”

The princess looks up with her wide crooked smile, putting her book to the side of her, she stands. Y/N notes that the book now safely tucked away contained the histories of Westeros. A subject the young maid found ever so tiring when read to her but knew the princesses loved to re-read.

Leading the delight into the chamber next door, Y/N helps her disrobe before assisting her into the tub. Noting the ease at which she slid into the boiling water with a quick burst of jealously.

The sigh of relaxation that leaves the princess is a sound that brings Y/N joy. To help her mistress in any way was her purpose in life and a job she did with pride.

“Wash my hair for me dear Y/N”

Obliging right away, Y/N saturates the gleaming hair in the now warm water, lathering up a generous number of oils into her palms. Threading her fingers into and between the hairs, making sure that the oil was spread all about. Her fingers scratching at Rhaenyra’s scalp.

They were both now truly content. A princess and her maid or more accurately a princess and her lover.

There love was a simple one. No expectations. Just the two of them in their own little world.

Once happy with the now clean hair, Y/N helps Rhaenyra dry off. Making sure not to take too long least her mistress catch a cold.

Rhaenyra huffs out a laugh at the look of pure utter concentration on Y/N’s face as she makes sure her princess is dry. Her tongue stuck out at all angles as she wiped her down.

“I think that is enough, my sweet”

Cupping her maids jaw, she moves her thumb back and forth before moving it down towards her chin, gripping it gently to make sure she had the girl’s full attention.

Using her grip, Rhaenyra brings the maid closer and closer until their lips brush. The kiss is slow and sensual. The grip on the chin remains.

“Now” pulling away from one another “We have some time before the feast. How ever shall we spend it?”

Y/N loved the cheeky smile that so few seemed to have witnessed “I may have an idea or two” and if the maid had to drag clean water back up to the room afterward to wash the princesses back off who was she to complain.

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Strong Dragons (Part Four)

(Gif not mine)

Fandom: House of the Dragon

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Pairing: Daemon x Fem!Reader x Rhaenyra

Warnings: NSFW! 18+ only! Smut, mature themes and language, P in V, dirty talking, breeding kink, fingering, arranged marriages, unprotected rough/raw sex (wrap it before you tap it), incest, oral (female receiving), dom!rhaenyra, graphic depictions of pregnancy and labor, threesomes, death, depictions of both the books and shows, etc.

Word Count: 7,563

Tag: strong dragons hotd fic

Summary: Y/n’s pregnancy progresses as well as her reputation on Dragonstone. Daemon and Rhaenyra are enthralled by their Mother of Dragons.

Requested by: @ivy-targaryen​

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A/N: Tumblr kept deleting this as I worked on it so now I’m frustrated to the point I’m in tears. I’m definitely taking a break from this series as I’m too exhausted to bother right now after all that stress.

The following week upon Y/n's arrival was a busy one, to be sure. Dragonstone was filled with activity as Rhaenyra announced to her staff that both Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n would act as every bit the lord and lady of the keep as the princess and her own husband. The servants, loyal to Rhaenyra and loyal to her secret arrangement, welcomed Y/n with open arms, each individual introducing themselves while Y/n tried her best to remember all their names for their devoted kindness. It appeared as though the idea of a child excited the entire island -not just her lovers- as they helped their new lady feel at home.

Gerardys, Rhaenyra's head maester assigned to Dragonstone, confirmed what Y/n already knew, that she was, indeed, with child. He suspected that she was, at the very least, three moons along, since she hasn't even begun to show through her dresses. Now that her pregnancy was confirmed, Rhaenyra made sure to provide the best servants for her female lover, even introducing her to her own handmaidens, including the most loyal, Elinda Massey. Elinda was the youngest of Rhaenyra's ladies-in-waiting and the most devoted to House Targaryen overall. She was sweet and caring, a pretty young woman who pulled at Y/n's heartstrings. After meeting Elinda, Y/n pats Rhaenyra's arm and assures her that she would get along beautifully with her handmaidens.

Y/n had been aware of the fool, Mushroom. She knew of him only by reputation in court, a three-foot dwarf with a large head and a lackwit of intelligence, but nevertheless, a devoted, loyal servant to Rhaenyra, who has known him for the entirety of her father's reign. Mushroom tended to favor the princess over King Viserys and therefore followed her back to Dragonstone. Once introduced to all the handmaids at her disposal, Y/n was then greeted by a particular servant Rhaenyra had promised would make her laugh. Mushroom was delightful to Lady Y/n. A little crude, perhaps, but he did indeed earn a hearty laugh out of her and a silent trust to always rely on him with her secrets, as many have gained with Mushroom over the years, whether it was earned or foolishly given.

While Rhaenyra was in charge of Y/n becoming acquainted with her staff, Daemon charged himself with helping his new wife feel more comfortable with the island itself. He took her on many walks along the beaches and gave her plenty of cautionary tales about the volcano looming over their new castle. He made sure Y/n was aware of the many caves surrounding the island of his ancestral home, and informed her of what to do should she ever accidentally stumble upon a dragon. Daemon wasn't entirely worried about the tamed ones, as long as Y/n didn't try to ride them without their respective companion... he was more or less bothered by the idea of his pregnant wife accidentally coming across a dragon with no rider.

"How many are there?" She had asked one night over dinner, "Which dragons are without a rider?"

"Vermithor and Silverwing are castle dragons, beasts who had been tamed before but over the years have lost their riders," Daemon explained from his seat beside her, one of his arms draped over the back of her chair, "They once belonged to King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne, my grandparents. Then there are the wild dragons, beasts untamed and have never known the bond of a rider. Grey Ghost, the Cannibal, and Sheepstealer are the ones you should be most careful of."

"That doesn't mean to be less cautious of the other dragons, like Vermithor and Silverwing," Rhaenyra had cut in with alert eyes captivating Y/n's, "They may have known human companionship in the past, but that doesn't mean they will be familiar with you. It's been a long time since they have been ridden, therefore it's best to just give them their space and they will give you yours."

"Our dragons might be the most decent towards you," Laenor assures Y/n, "Caraxes, Syrax, and Seasmoke have more experience with human interaction and are smart enough to realize that you are a friend to them. But I wouldn't suggest seeking them out unless you were with one of us."

"Which reminds me," Rhaenyra beams, avoiding the less dreary topic while setting down her fork excitedly, "With our new prince or princess on the way, we will need to pick out a dragon egg for them."

One of the many topics that made Y/n feel like a stranger in her new home. She had nearly forgotten the prospect of a dragon baby in her belly, "To place it in their crib, right?"

"That is the custom, yes. Usually, the parent chooses the egg, and you are welcome to come with us."

"Into Dragonmont?" The woman's dark eyes widen, looking around at the three dragon riders before her, sheepish and possibly worried, "I have no experience with dragons let alone their eggs."

Daemon nods in agreement, addressing his wife but exchanging a glance of approval with Rhaenyra, "It's best if we get you and the dragons properly acquainted then."

Rhaenyra nods in response, "Perhaps you should ride with one of us on our dragon."

Laenor bursts out laughing, startling everyone including the servants as they bring silverware and food to and from the table. Y/n recognizes the jest and found herself in the mind of a child as she grabs the nearest thing, an apple, before aiming and throwing the fruit across the table at Laenor's head. She had missed pitifully, but the attempt made the Velaryon lord laugh, even more, clutching his midsection when his ribs began to hurt. Y/n could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment, but even the corner of her mouth turned up into an amused smile.

Rhaenyra, however, looked baffled while turning her gaze between her husband and her aunt, "Have I missed something?"

Y/n had barely heard her over Laenor's laughter. One look from Daemon slowly shuts him up, but a grin is still plastered on his face, eyes twinkling at Y/n as she bashfully ducks her head, "I didn't fare very well at sea. I doubt I'd fare well on the back of a dragon."

The princess grasps her meaning and relaxed her furrowed eyebrows, flashing a heatless glare at Laenor and causing him to cough to cover the last bit of laughter within him. Y/n playfully glared at her niece's husband as well but didn't even try to fight the smile this time.

"Well, the choice is yours, my love. You may not want to be familiar with dragons now, but perhaps you can learn and grow alongside our child's dragon when their egg hatches."

Her smile sparkles, "That would be lovely. I will start out small, just as our child will with their lifelong companion."

~~~~~~~~~

Getting used to kisses on her belly would be a bit of a challenge for Y/n, but not something she would likely grow tired of. Despite not showing through her dresses, it's clear to her lovers that her body has already begun to change in order to accommodate the child. Rhaenyra blatantly kisses Y/n's abdomen one night, after already shedding the Lady Strong of all her layers, and feels the slowly forming bump beneath her pale lips. Rhaenyra smiled into her female lover's flesh, biting back a moan when Daemon involuntarily thrusts into her at the sight before him, Y/n sprawled over the edge of the bed while Rhaenyra bent over her. Daemon stood behind Rhaenyra, lined up against her backside as he continued to pull out and slowly ease back into her heat. Meanwhile, Rhaenyra continued to kiss Y/n's belly before leaving a wet trail down to her already glistening cunt, the princess softly blowing cool air over the heat and sending shivers up the lady's spine. Y/n arched her back, whimpering without any friction to satisfy her needs, trying her best to remain still with her hands fisting the bedsheets near her head.

"Rhaenyra--"

"My apologies, love," the princess kissed the soft inside of the lady's thigh. Y/n could feel her smirk against her trembling skin, "I was merely doting on our child."

Y/n scoffs up at the ceiling, "Perhaps you should dote on me first, or else I'll pray to the gods for our child to bear my reputation of holding a grudge."

"We best be careful with this one," Daemon cuts in, still thrusting his hips against Rhaenyra's arse while whispering into her ear, amusement stitched into his low voice, "I'm beginning to think her bite is worse than her bark."

Rhaenyra hums in agreement, closing her eyes and pulling her head back in bliss when his cock hits that certain, perfect spot inside her, "I think she's becoming more of a dragon the longer she's here. Perhaps it is both a blessing and a curse."

"It'd be less of a curse if you would stop talking and touch me, Princess."

The female Targaryen is startled out of laughter, gasping up to the ceiling of her chambers when Daemon's hip jerks forward unexpectedly, out of rhythm. Both uncle and niece are clearly affected by their Strong woman's demand, both equally shocked and aroused by her sudden boldness.

"If pregnancy brings out this side of you, I think we'll have to keep you full with our children all the time."

~~~~~~~~~

High Valyrian proved to be a difficult language to learn. Y/n had asked one evening if one or both of her lovers could teach her so that she might be able to communicate with them and any children they'll have in the future. Daemon and Rhaenyra were delighted to teach Y/n their mother tongue and tried their best to teach her when any free time was given. Much like the times Y/n and Daemon would spend time together by the hearth in King's Landing, the three lovers now spent the same time by the hearth together on Dragonstone.

"Ñuhon lenton Targārien jorr��elza issa?" She tried reciting one evening, her nose scrunching up as even she doubted the way she phrased the sentence, "'My love is for House Targaryen?'"

Lounging on the other end of the couch, fondly watching her female lover, Rhaenyra faintly smiled, a breath of laughter escaping her lips, "You were close, my love, though I believe there's an easier way to phrase that."

Y/n's eyebrows scrunch together in frustration, scowling, "It doesn't help that there are half a dozen ways to say your family name and half a dozen ways to say 'my'."

"We can continue learning words before having you recite full sentences." When Y/n nods in agreement, Rhaenyra straightens her posture to be fully facing her, "Mountain."

"Blēnon."

"Mountains?"

"Blēna."

"Iron Throne." Their male lover cuts in from the chair across from them, wine goblet in one hand and an open book in the other.

"Daemon."

He shrugs in response to Rhaenyra's reprimand, "She'll likely be saying that more often than 'mountain.'"

Y/n's expression turns devious, her eyes shining with mischief while purposely staring Daemon directly in the eyes as she spoke in confidence, "Āegenkon Dēmalion."

The fire blazing in the hearth casts a dark shadow over Daemon's silhouette, but Y/n's figure is ignited by the flames, glowing softly, driving the Rogue Prince into silence. He stares right back, the essence of a gentle smirk beginning to form as he stands from his seat, "Very good, lady wife."

She beams with pride, tilting her head up to him, carefully watching his every move as she responds in kind to his praise, "Targārien kostōba Āegenkon Dēmalion issi."

{Targaryens are powerful on the Iron Throne}

Even Rhaenyra's stomach jumped with delight at Y/n's powerful phrase, complementary to the way Daemon sinks to his knees in front of the woman as if her words weighed him down. He was short of breath, strong hands reaching out to caress her legs beneath her skirt, reaching up underneath until they graze the inside of her thighs, "Excellent. And how would you say 'my son will sit upon the Iron Throne?'"

Y/n shivered under his touch, her eyes fluttering shut as she willed herself not to move under his ministrations. She had nearly forgotten her husband's question until she felt Rhaenyra's hand in her hair, bringing her back down to the mortal realm. By now, Daemon's fingers were already reaching into forbidden places in the eyes of the gods, while his forehead leans into her growing stomach. Rhaenyra was placing soft kisses into Y/n's shoulder, over her dress until the princess decided to move the sleeve aside and continue the kisses along her bare skin. Y/n licked her lips, forcing herself to remember her lessons, hesitant compared to the other two phrases as she stutters out a response,

"... Ñuhon trēsy Āegenkon Dēmalion dēmagon."

~~~~~~~~~

"My love. We have a gift for you."

Looking up from her book, Y/n spotted Rhaenyra standing in the open doorway of her chambers, Daemon following close behind the princess as they entered their expecting lover's apartments. Smiling, Y/n closed her book and carefully stood from her chair, one arm sticking out for balance while the other held onto the more prominent bump around her middle that has grown significantly in the last few moons. Peering back at her lovers and noticing their appalled reactions, Y/n flashed them a devious look. They had recently become more possessive than usual and dote on Y/n almost religiously, worried by every step she takes. Normally, they are right by her side when she has to stand up, and even Lady Strong could admit that they're helpful in that aspect. Sometimes it's hard to get back up on her feet. If it weren't for her silver-haired dragons, Y/n would have likely found herself stuck in place until someone would eventually came around and find her there.

Daemon rolled his eyes at his wife's antics, stepping forward to take her hand in his while looping his free arm around her lower back, and walking alongside her toward her tea table. Y/n directed her gaze to the door again when two figures emerged, carrying a rather large item.

A large urn, heavy enough that two dragonkeepers must lift it together. It was round and likely made of iron, with padded handles the dragonkeepers used to carry and refrain from burning themselves. They place the urn on the tea table, hot steam billowing out from beneath the lid. When Rhaenyra nods her head, one of the dragonkeepers removes the big lid, slowly to further express its weight. Inside, without being told, it wasn't hard for Y/n to guess that the gift was none other than a dragon egg. She had never seen one before, but the rounded shape and the light green, scale-like shell surrounding it was a dead giveaway. Heated coals and embers surround the object, acting as a portable incubator.

Daemon announced the egg with pride, "A gift fit for the Mother of Dragons."

Y/n reached her hand out but refrained from touching the egg, feeling the heat coming off around the scales. Her smile was faint, eyes sparkling in awe as she breathlessly stated, "It's beautiful."

Rhaenyra beamed proudly at the praise, "I picked it out myself."

Daemon moved to stand behind Y/n, hands gently holding her shoulders as he kissed the back of her head, "A dragon egg sired from Syrax and Caraxes. There could not be a more perfect choice for our future prince or princess."

Rhaenyra reaches out and Y/n gladly takes her accepted hand. The princess brings her female lover's hand over to the egg, unafraid and showing the lady that the egg was not too hot to the touch. It was considerably warm, forming sweat in Y/n's palm almost instantly, but Rhaenyra appeared unbothered by the heat, "Hold this against your womb tonight, my dear. And when the baby gets here, we will leave it in its crib."

The expecting mother nods in understanding, taking the instructions to heart. She straightens her posture, addressing the dragonkeepers standing across the table. Y/n nods to them, trying to best to perfect her accent as she spoke, "Kirimvose." {Thank you}

The dragonkeepers nod back, eyes widening in acknowledgment of her proper pronunciation. Rhaenyra radiates pride for Y/n's High Valyrian before she also addressed the dragonkeepers using the same tongue. They leave at her behest and Daemon moves away from Y/n and circles the table, placing the urn's cover over the egg again.

Y/n takes her hands back and places them on her new perch over her belly. A thought enters her head and she hesitates for only a moment before addressing her lovers, "Speaking of the baby's arrival. I have made arrangements with the midwives for when I begin my labors." Both Targaryens tilt their heads in attention to her and she continues, "I will have four attend to me along with Maester Gerardys and Elinda Massey."

"Do you not want us there?" Daemon questions with a small raised eyebrow.

"I wouldn't ask that of you," she explained gently, "Traditionally, husbands don't accompany their wives to the birthing bed. I would be content if the two of you accompany each other on dragonback while I go into labor."

"That's not what he asked, my love," Rhaenyra countered quietly, "He asked if you did not want us there for the birth. If that's what you truly want, then say the word and we'll respect it. But I doubt it." Her suspicions were correct, as Y/n appeared troubled, a crinkle forming between her eyes when her eyebrows scrunched together, "What is it?"

"It's just..." Y/n sighed heavily, her weight shifting with the pregnant stomach clearly weighing her down, "Both you and Daemon have suffered the horrors of childbirth. You might not have experienced it personally, but you have suffered through both of your mothers. Aemma and Alyssa suffered and perished due to complications of childbirth, did they not?"

Neither of them answered, but their eyes appeared haunted at the reminder, nevertheless. Y/n shook her head as her voice slowly began to crumble, "... I couldn't possibly ask you both to sit and watch something like that happen to me."

The Rogue Prince appeared skeptical, "And you believe something like that will happen to you?"

Rhaenyra changes direction, addressing Daemon in defense of Y/n, "Childbirth is a woman's battlefield, Uncle. Many women, even the strongest, sometimes never survive it. It is the way of things... at least that is what my mother told me."

The princess turns back to Y/n, rounding the table to draw closer to her. A mist forms in Rhaenyra's eyes, clouded by distant, unpleasant memories, "I wasn't there when my mother died. I wish I was. Perhaps I could have been a form of comfort for her. I could have held my brother for however long he lived. I won't make that mistake again." She slowly moved her hands up, placing them on either side of Y/n's face to gently force their eyes to meet, stepping closer until their unborn child was snug between their bodies, "It would hurt me more if I was not there for you. Riding on dragonback while you faced this alone would not give me peace of mind. Please, allow me to stay with you."

Y/n hesitates, opening and closing her mouth but couldn't find the words she was searching for. Instead of refusing, she nods, letting out a shaking breath as Rhaenyra pulls her face in and kisses her cheek lovingly. They share that moment of silence, past ghosts still fresh in their minds before they both take a deep breath and turn to their prince, awaiting him.

Daemon moves around the table to join them, his pale eyes fixed on Y/n, "My mother was strong. Stronger than most of the women in my family... and my brother, they named him Aegon... he didn't survive long after she... I was too young to remember much, but I know that if I had the power, I would have taken my mother's pain from her. In a heartbeat. If I could somehow pull it from you, I would. Let me try."

Even if she was unsure of accepting the offer, Y/n didn't want to necessarily worry her lovers more by arguing further. She knew that if she wanted to refuse, she could, and they would respect her decision, no matter how much it would concern them. However, she couldn't bring herself to do so, nodding to Daemon in acceptance.

~~~~~~~~~

For the majority of her pregnancy, Y/n appeared blessed with easy, healthy milestones. Not to say Y/n didn't have any unpleasant days. She was nauseous toward the beginning and her feet ached when she began to grow round, but the biggest most unpleasant change was her attitude. Daemon and Rhaenyra were not the only ones who noticed Y/n's bite. Servants, maesters, and dragonkeepers alike noticed the change in aggression. It wasn't as though Lady Y/n was violent or unbearable, but if it wasn't for the known fact that she was a Strong, most people of Dragonstone would've initially believed she was born a Targaryen and not just married to one.

Laenor didn't appear to mind this new side of Y/n. In fact, he very much enjoyed it. It was like being back home in Driftmark with his sister, full of spirit and brutally honest.

"Must you always wear that pin?" Y/n sneered as she crossed the gardens to join the Velaryon, holding her stomach as she waddled.

Laenor grinned, standing up to help her into the chair next to him, "My sister gave it to me as a wedding gift. Don't tell me a seahorse makes you nauseous, too."

She groaned as she sat down, "The idea of the sea makes me nauseous."

He hummed in agreement as he settled beside her. They met almost daily in Aegon's Garden so the lady could get fresh air, and more times than not, they would summon Mushroom to entertain them. Today was no different, the fool making his appearance not long after Y/n and going about his newest routine of tricks and mischief.

As the fool performs, Laenor leans into the lady's space, "You're cross. And I doubt it's over my pin. What ails you, good aunt?"

She side-eyes him for the address of her title over him, eyebrows angled in annoyance as she spoke, "Both my husband and your wife have insisted on being with me for the birth."

His eyebrows raise, unsurprised, "And? Are you asking me to join as well?"

"Heavens, no, I wouldn't even play at the idea of you seeing my cunt."

"I appreciate it."

Y/n snorts and smacks his shoulder light-heartedly, "Shut up. I'm just... terrified that something bad will happen and they'll have to... watch the child or me or even both of us die."

"Why must you think about what might happen?"

"Because I'm a realist, Laenor."

The Verlaryon frowns, unconvinced, "You married a prince and secretly planned on carrying his children then passing them off as someone else's. Is that what you would consider being a realist?"

"Don't patronize me. I'm just simply stating that childbirth isn't easy. It's torture. Septas can romanticize it all they want but I wouldn't exactly listen to celibate women who have never borne a child. A wet nurse is likely to tell you the truth and the horrors behind the labors. Many women bleed out, or many of them birth stillborns. I... I've heard rumors of a more recent practice."

"Such as?"

She bites her lip and grows quiet, unsure if she should gossip about what she may or may not have learned. It wasn't a known rumor, and she had mostly heard it between women in the court of King's Landing. But if there was any lord she could trust, aside from her twin brother and her husband, it was Ser Laenor, "Maesters have learned that in order to save the child, they can cut the mother open and pull the infant from her womb. It's not ethical, but the studies show that if they must decide who to save if the threat of losing both is imminent, the maester will turn to the husband to decide."

"That's not even unethical. It's also barbaric!" Laenor exclaims, appalled as rage crosses his features, reminding Y/n that he was half Targaryen as well as Velaryon, "Surely, no one would approve of this method."

"I don't know. All I know is... it's not going to be easy."

"I would suggest raspberry leaf tea."

Both Laenor and Y/n look to the third voice, only to find Mushroom to be the only other person in the gardens. The dwarf fool had since stopped his tomfoolery and just stood there, looking at the pair of them expectedly, head tilted. Both of them looked at him, shocked as if they had forgotten he was there.

Y/n tilted her head back at him, curiosity getting the better of her, "Pardon?"

"Raspberry leaf tea." The dwarf stated confidently, puffing out his chest with pride.

"Perhaps you should properly address the lady before barging into her conversation, jester." Laenor's lips thin out, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the fool.

"It's alright, Ser Laenor." She mocks amusingly at the lord beside her before turning back to Mushroom, addressing the small man sweetly, "Why raspberries?"

"All whores know the ingredients and methods of concocting moon tea. In their line of work, it is essential and necessary." Mushroom flashes a vulpine grin, the corner of his lips stretching from ear to ear, "Not many men would bed a whore with child."

"Get to the point faster, fool." Laenor grumbled, nose scrunched in response to the dwarf's boldness, "I doubt you would talk to his lady wife in this manner if Prince Daemon were here."

"However, there are times moon tea does not work or a whore forgets to even drink it. There are times when children are born and to make the labors bearable, the whores have created a simple concoction, one that makes the birthing easier and sometimes faster. Raspberry leaf tea."

Y/n clung to every single word, awestruck and suspicious all at once, "And this tea does not harm the child?"

"Not to my knowledge."

Laenor stood once he realized that Y/n was actually entertaining the ideas of the fool, "I will speak with the maester to confirm or deny this."

"Thank you, Laenor." She smiled and watched him leave before turning her head back down to the dwarf in front of her, "And thank you, Mushroom."

Bells jingle obnoxiously as Mushroom dips into a bow, overplaying his courtesy with flair, "I am but a humble servant, my lady."

Doubtful but amused, Y/n laughed quietly under her breath, the small noise joining the soft, scented breeze of the garden, "I would hardly describe you as humble if you are to be believed knowledgeable in the methods of whores."

"Perhaps it's humble if I use my knowledge to soften my lady's worries," Mushroom beamed confidently, "After all, it would be a shame if maesters learned how to save the child, but not the mother."

"Well said, my fool."

~~~~~~~~~

Maester Gerardys listened to Laenor's suggestion and then proceeded to intently research before approving the consumption of such tea. He recommended Lady Y/n drink the tea before bed every night, and thus a new nightly routine was born. After such a heavy discussion about the dangers of childbirth, Rhaenyra was visibly relieved when Y/n took to finding solutions and even learned how to make the tea herself to aid her pregnant aunt.

In Mushroom's Testimony, published years down the road, the dwarf stated it was all because of the tea he had recommended to the Mother of Dragons prior to the birth that made the babe slip out so easily. He even spun a small tale about how the tea softened Lady Y/n's womb so much that she had barely noticed she had given birth. Much like a giraffe, Mushroom's tale would have us believe that Y/n had simply gotten up after her child was born and went about her day as if nothing ever happened.

Other scholars who wrote about such historical events did not agree with this, however, despite the fact that Mushroom was the only source to be on Dragonstone when Y/n Strong went into labor. It had been early morning when Y/n awoke in Rhaenyra's chambers, the sun not yet fully rising over the island but the sky was becoming a lovely purple and the stars were disappearing. Daemon had rolled over just as Y/n was trying to rise out of bed, Rhaenyra still unconscious to the world around her on the opposite side of her uncle.

"Careful, wife," Daemon muttered into the pillow, only half awake, "I wouldn't try getting out of bed so fast if I were you."

The responding thud that echoed throughout the room drove Prince Daemon into survival mode, waking every instinct he had as he lunged out of bed to search for Y/n. She had not gone far, having landed on her knees just at the foot of the bed, one hand holding her stomach while the other was placed on the floor below, holding her up.

Chaos erupted that early, quiet morning. Rhaenyra was roused as was the rest of the keep in response to Daemon's demand for the maester and the nurses. When asked, Y/n will look back and have little to no memory of what happened that fateful day. She remembered the labor being quicker than anticipated, given this was her first child, but over time she had forgotten what the pain felt like. Her mind was either not as sharp as it once was or it had purposefully locked away those certain traumatic events.

Needless to say, there were a few small things she remembered that she was able to reiterate in the future when asked. Maester Gerardys had refused to move Y/n from her knees on the floor, stating it was too late to place her in the child bed. The baby was coming quickly and it had barely given anyone enough time to prepare for its arrival. So Lady Y/n was forced to stay where she had landed, but she was not alone. She remembered holding onto Daemon for dear life and he dutifully stood still for her, anchoring her, gripping her arms though not as tight or as fiercely as she held onto him whilst she cried out in pain, resting her sweating forehead on the center of his chest. Rhaenyra had finally joined her as well, pulling her hair out of her face and occasionally rubbing her back and hips. The princess had gratefully taken a pillow from Elinda when she arrived to help and placed the pillow underneath poor Y/n's knees which were already bruised and will continue to be for the foreseeable future.

Daemon's heartbeat and Rhaenyra's gentle voice were all Y/n could remember apart from her screams. That, and the weird shifting of her internal organs as everything moved down with her baby and with gravity. After that, the pain subsided and Y/n remembered taking big, sobbing gulps of air, clinging onto Daemon weakly as every part of her body began to violently shake in exhaustion. Her gasps and cries were the only things echoing in her ears as the whole room bustled about, people scrambling and shouting that Y/n was unaware of. Daemon held her close and eventually demanded the maester that they move her to the bed. Gerardys agreed and by the time Daemon had lifted her into his arms, Y/n's hearing returned, and she realized that she was not the only one crying. Weakly, she turned her head in the direction of the baby's cries as Daemon laid her down over the pillows and blankets.

Nurses and maids were working frantically about the room, but one woman remained perfectly still among the chaos and Y/n instantly recognized her by her silver hair. Rhaenyra was sitting in a nearby chair, smiling widely to the point her cheeks had to hurt, her misty eyes staring down at the bloody, crying babe in her lap as Elinda knelt before the princess to wipe down the infant, not having the heart to take the child from her in order to clean it. Y/n's breath had been stolen again, and her gaze never broke from the infant even as a couple of the maids came around to help clean the blood and grime from her skin. She could briefly recollect Daemon's hand in hers and another gently brushing her hair, remaining dutifully at her side while Rhaenyra attended to the child.

With the babe finally cleaned and swaddled, Rhaenyra carefully lifted it into her arms as she stood up, moving toward the bed where her eyes finally met Y/n's, tear tracks of joy cutting through her flawless face, "A son, my love. Our Little Jace is here."

~~~~~~~~~

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Y/n has held babies before, though she might have been too young to remember it, and even then she was smaller. A baby would feel heavy and a lot bigger than they actually were in Young Y/n's arms. But now, fully grown and with her firstborn son in her arms, Y/n was awestruck by how little and fragile he was. He wasn't born early enough to be considered sickly and after fully inspecting him, Maester Gerardys confirmed that the boy was a picture of health and only a little smaller than average. Relieved she had managed to birth a healthy son without much of a risk, Y/n hardly had a care in the world even when she noticed the small tufts of dark, incredibly soft hair her son bore on the top of his little head.

However, the day after his birth, after she had been rested and Laenor was able to meet his son for the first time, Y/n spoke of the future with a shadow over her eyes, "On my wedding day, you said we would cross that bridge should our baby have dark hair."

Rhaenyra looked up from watching Laenor gently rocked Jace in his arms as he slowly traveled around the room, whispering softly to the sleeping baby. Y/n was sitting comfortably in a chair by the window and meets her princess' eyes, expression blank as she continued, "Well, he does. So how do you propose we convince the world that he's yours and Ser Laenor's child?"

"Laenor's grandmother was a Baratheon. She had dark hair." Rhaenyra comments hopefully.

The dark-haired woman shook her head in response, "It won't matter. You know as well as I that the lords of the realm won't see reason in that. They only need one reason, however small, to proclaim you as an unfit heir to the throne."

"We have a fail-safe."

"Which is...?"

Daemon, still watching Laenor and Jacaerys like a hawk, spoke in regards to Y/n's question, "We let the kingdoms whisper."

"Daemon," Rhaenyra chided him, the prince shrugging without a care. His niece sighs, turning back to Y/n with a sheepish expression, "It's only half true. We let them whisper, but we misdirect them. In the public eye, I am Jace's legitimate mother. That will be indisputable. No one could deny that. But his father... it would have to be someone close to you in appearance. Someone who would do anything for you and for the crown. Someone we trust."

Y/n was no fool, but disbelief can be a bitch and it was disbelief that drove Y/n to slowly come to the realization behind Rhaenyra's words. There is a clear, hidden meaning behind how she had phrased this mystery man and Y/n wanted to outright deny it at first before she caught sight of Daemon staring at her expectedly. He trusted her to come to the same conclusion on her own and she did, albeit with a dry throat, "... My brother?"

"Yes. Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra nodded.

A flash of hurt appeared and then quickly vanished over her eyes as she looked between her two lovers, "Why was I not informed about this?"

"Because we knew you wouldn't want your brother to risk himself."

"And yet you still went through with your original plans?"

"Yes, because we also knew that your brother would do anything to protect you," Rhaenyra crossed the room, kneeling down to Y/n and clasping her hands, "He's loyal to Daemon as a soldier of the City Watch, he's loyal to me as the future Queen of Westeros and most importantly he's loyal to you as his sister. He's the perfect ally to have in King's Landing while we establish our family here on Dragonstone."

"And... and he knows about our arrangement? He's aware of all of this?"

"Yes."

A decision is made in Y/n's mind and it physically shows over her facial features, the uncertainty melting into one of petulant acceptance as she gently but firmly pulls her hands out of Rhaenyra's to take a cup of tea from the table beside her, "Next time you do something behind my back that would make me look like a fool, just don't tell me."

Unbeknownst to her, Y/n's lovers will take that promise to heart in the far future.

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Rhaenyra writes to her father first, officially announcing the birth of her and Laenor's firstborn son. Daemon waits a few days after Rhaenyra's raven has gone before he writes a letter to Ser Harwin, inviting him to Dragonstone to visit with his sister. The prince also implied that he would like to have a soldier he could trust to be here while his niece and Ser Laenor adjust to parenthood. He had added this in case the letter was ever intercepted and considered suspicious, in case someone clever knew how to fit the missing pieces of the puzzle. King Viserys' response was joyful, congratulating his daughter and practically begging her to bring his first grandchild to King's Landing when she and the baby are well enough. Following Viserys' letter was another from the capital, announcing Ser Harwin's departure and expected arrival at House Targaryen's ancestral home.

After the letter had been received, Y/n would often find herself in the Sea Dragon Tower, usually in Laenor's chambers, overlooking the sea and waiting for a ship that would likely have her brother on board. Laenor didn't mind the intrusion as long as Y/n brought Jace with her-- or so he claimed. Despite the feigned annoyance, he always made sure Y/n had the chair with the most cushion to be seated at the window and would summon a wet nurse if his good aunt appeared not to have the strength to feed the babe herself. He secretly didn't despise her little visits if it meant getting to know the baby meant to portray as his son. The knighted Velaryon was already full of love for this child, despite the fact he didn't sire him. Nevertheless, he couldn't wait to introduce the boy to his parents and sister.

During one of these visits, Y/n finally spotted distant sails floating toward the island, her heart leaping for joy as she got to her feet, proclaiming her brother's arrival. Laenor had laughed and urged her to take it easy and not exert herself. With the babe in one arm, he offered the other to Y/n, which she took and together they brought Jace down to the gardens where Y/n was to anxiously wait for her twin. Laenor handed Jace over to his birth mother once she had been seated and for extra measure, kissed the babe's forehead and wished Y/n luck before retreating. Y/n spent the time cooing softly to her infant as she waited, trying not to feed the urge to get up and meet her brother halfway up the stairs leading to the keep. She doesn't have to wait long before she heard someone enter the garden. When she quickly looked up, she found Ser Harwin Breakbones, the same man she remembered leaving behind in King's Landing. Only at the sight of him did she finally stand, babe in arms, and scrutiny on her tongue.

"You fool. You stupid, loyal fool."

Harwin laughs joyfully, "Hello to you, too, sweet sister."

"Shut up."

He rushes forward and brings Y/n into a hug, being as gentle as possible with the baby between them. Y/n melted into the embrace, taking the time to breathe in that familiar scent of home and family before the twins slowly pull away. Harwin beams down at the infant in his sister's arms, "I take it that this is what you were referring to when you mentioned an impossible task. I don't know about you, Y/n, but this looks as though you know how to make the impossible possible. He's a handsome one. What do you call him?"

Her smile is infectious as she lifts her son up higher for his uncle to see him, "We named him Jacaerys. Jace for short."

"Jace," Harwin removed his leather glove and gently placed his bare hand over the top of the boy's head, marveling at how it easily fit into his palm, "Strapping young lad."

"Yes... he already has a dragon."

"Are you fibbing?"

"No, I swear!" Her eyes sparkled in awe as she relayed the story to him, "The egg hatched in his crib a few nights ago. Until Jace is old enough to tame it, it will be under close watch."

The amazement and possibly terror lingers for a moment before Harwin's gaze softens to one of worry, "Y/n... tell me how you are."

She tilts her head, "How do you mean?"

"Are they treating you well? Are you cared for? You can tell me the truth. If they treat you poorly, just say the word and I'll bring you and the boy to Harrenhal. You'll never have to--"

"Harwin." Y/n laughs quietly under her breath, holding Jace in one arm while she takes a hand to gently pat Ser Breakbones' cheek, smiling fondly, "I love you, brother, but you truly are a fool. Even if I was treated unfairly, you cannot protect me from dragons, especially not at Harrenhal of all places. But I'm happy to inform you that that would never be the case. Daemon loves me, as does Rhaenyra. They could never harm me."

She sits down on a garden bench and invites her brother to follow, "How did they come about asking for your aid?"

"Originally, they didn't think I would need to take part in this web they intend to spin," Harwin explained, "Prince Daemon assured me that he would only send a letter if your child was born looking more like a Strong than a Targaryen."

Y/n nods automatically, "Daemon is playing his part well, pretending to be Jace's uncle... though he tries keeping his distance."

She had been staring sadly down at the bundle in her arms, drawing Harwin to a worrying conclusion, "Do you think your husband despises the fact Jace does not look Targaryen?"

"No. At least-- I don't think so." She shook her head, unsure, "I want to believe that he's slowly realizing just how hard this whole situation is going to be for us carrying Laenor and Rhaenyra's children. Once Jace and any siblings he might have start growing, Daemon and I will have to stop parenting them and start pretending to be their aunt and uncle. Knowing my husband, he's probably thinking that when that day comes, it will hurt less if he started keeping his distance now rather than later."

Harwin nods in acknowledgment, believing he understood what his sister meant, "Prince Daemon has always struggled with arranged marriages--"

"I may have been an arranged wife to him at the beginning, Harwin, but that is no longer the case." She reminds him, "As I said, Daemon and Rhaenyra grew to love me and I grew to love them in return. That's likely when Daemon realized that this arrangement was going to be hard, knowing he couldn't openly love our children when they get older."

"I understand." He decides to change the subject, leaning over to gently stroke Jace's little face with a single finger, "What is to be done with the King?"

A different kind of shadow falls over Y/n's face, "Rhaenyra and Laenor will fly to King's Landing with Jace and his hatchling."

Harwin peered up, eyebrows raised, "And you agreed to this?"

"My son is a Targaryen, no matter who he was born to. The King's own mother would fly on her dragon's back when both of her sons were infants. While they're gone, Daemon suggests I try flying with him."

"Y/n..."

"I am Daemon's wife. I've never heard of a dragon harming his rider's wife."

"Still, I have seen you grow ill from tall heights and unsteady ground."

Y/n scoffs when she catches the mockery in his voice, nudging him with her elbow, "You embarrass me, brother... Daemon and Rhaenyra call me the Mother of Dragons. I should probably learn to fly with my children someday, don't you think?"

~~~~~~~~~

Harwin stayed in Dragonstone for a full moon cycle before planning his return to King's Landing per his father's summons. With the Hand's request also came the King's, begging his daughter to bring her son to him as soon as possible. Rhaenyra had prolonged this enough and announced it was time for her and Laenor to present the babe to the King's court. They would wait until Ser Harwin had returned to King's Landing, then they would follow on dragonback. The morning came for the heir of Harrenhal to disembark once again, and so Y/n stood on the docks of Dragonstone with her son in her arms in order to watch him leave.

Harwin smiled while placing his hand on Jace's head once more, "It won't be such a tiresome journey knowing that I'll be seeing you again in the capital soon. You behave for your mother in the meantime."

The strong knight then leaned over and kissed the top of Y/n's head, "As for you. Promise you'll write to me. As much as you can."

"Until my wrist falls off," she promised, "Give Father and Larys my love. Tell them I miss them."

"I will. Until next time, Mother of Dragons."

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Next chapter will have time skips. As I said, I will be taking a break from this series after all the frustration I went through just to post it. Please support my kofi and other fics. If you want to check out other fics that are not Game of Thrones related, my ao3 is Po_ta_toes, thank you!

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Guard: the queen wishes to see your newborn heir

Y/N: tell the Queen that she can come visit us, my wife needs to rest

Guard: B-But it’s an-

Y/N pushes the guard out of the room…

Rhaenyra smiles weakly…

Rhaenyra: thank you, love

Y/N gives her a kiss on the forehead.

Y/N: what’s the worse Alicent can do?

Alicent runs in frantically…

Alicent: the message was that I was coming to see your baby, stay right where you are, Rhae!!

For @jacelion

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In the darkness

Pairing: fem reader x Rhaenyra Targaryen

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Warnings: smut, light description, sneaking away, domish Rhaenyra

The air seemed crisper that morning. You knew the plan, and you were already excited. Rhaenyra had sent letter to meet her in the caves far from the kingdom by dark and bring no one with you. 

Loving in secret seemed like the most tortures thing in most cases, but it also made things all the more fun. Running in secret, doing things you both knew were not allowed, the adrenaline of it all. 

And it most certainly was better than anything you had ever experienced. 

She greeted you with kisses and guiding you to the main flat rock in the back of the cave, not much light, but it was enough. 

She gently removed your dress, slipping your riding gear off and sliding the straps of your dress off, kissing your neck, your collar bone, and chest along the way. “I’ve missed the feel of your skin,” her voice was low, intimate. These moments were heaven like, reminding you of why you put up with the troubles of the kingdom. 

Once the whole top of your dress, and gear were discarded she began teasing your breasts kissing, pinching, rubbing, teasing.

“Nyra, we don’t have time for your teasing,” your voice was hitched in your throat the feeling of her touch on your skin making the heat in between your legs burn, a wet spot forming in your undergarments.  

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And then her mouth was on your cunt, lapping and sucking, and you swear you saw the god’s lights in that moment. It was more than pleasure, to you it was love, even if it was nothing, but a game to her. 

The more she sucked the closer you got, hands in her white hair the feeling making a knot in your stomach, and your palms begin to sweat, your legs jerking every once in a while.

And when you did finally cum it was enough. It didn’t matter that you two were in a cave, hiding your love, it was enough to have her there. 

And as she helped you dress you asked her not to leave, and she did not. You two laid there, holding each other leaving kisses all over. “Rhaenyra, do you love me?” you asked, Rhaenyra smiled in return, “Of course I do,” 

And when you both fell asleep you weren’t worried about what was to come your only thought being on her.

[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Aaaah more about stepdaughter and daemon

Some years pass and they have more children and Rhaenyra start to become jealous because daemon prefers her daughter

A/N: I hope you like it!

pairing: Dark!Daemon Targaryen x Stepdaughter!Reader

summary: Some years pass and they have more children and Rhaenyra start to become jealous because daemon prefers her daughter

Word count: 1,0K

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

"Jacaella, be careful" You called after your eldest child and first daughter. She ignored you and resumed running after her younger brother Maelon who was only a year younger than here being five namedays old.

"They are very active today" Daemon chuckled from beside you. You turned to scowl at him playfully. His gaze was fixated on the little babe in his arms, your youngest child, your baby girl Vael who was six moons old but still your belly was housing a three moons old babe.

"Only because you spoil them, Valzȳrys" Husband. You huff leaning back against the chair you were sat upon in the gardens. A rare moment of peace between you two and your children shared only from you two.

"Valeron is still in his own little world, how long has it been?" Daemon questioned. Your eyes trailed to your third born sitting under a tree not far away with his wet nurse babbling to himself like any three namedays would.

"Leave him be, otherwise he will be screaming for Elaerys" You shook our head. Your second daughter was enjoying some flowers with her nurse only a couple of feet away. She was only one nameday old with some moons.

"They will end as lovers, just like you and I" Daemon teased. His hand reached over to lace with yours. You wanted to remind him that you were not lovers, that he forced you into this and that your heart belonged to Aemond but held your tongue. Your children were the reason you tolerated him and was nice to him.

"Right" Was all you said. You have never once told him that you loved him yet he followed you like a little puppy and for every night he spent with your mother he spent twenty with you. During this time she had given him two sons only, Aegon and Viserys while you had five with a sixth on the way.

"Will you not let me hear it?" Daemon begged. Your eyes flashed over to him. Before you could find an excuse you caught sight of your mother walking over to you two over his shoulder.

"Mother" You greeted nodding at her. You pulled you hand out of his. He frowned turning to your mother.

"What is it Rhaenyra?" He asked. You moved to take Vael from her father to give them some space thanking the gods that your mother came to take her husband off your back but they were cruel, all of them were cruel.

"Stay daughter" She hissed. You froze shocked and afraid from her tone. You looked at Daemon for an explanation but he only shrugged. He sat back on the chair arrogantly and placed his hand on the hand rests.

"What is the matter, wife?" Daemon asked faking his worry and care. You wanted to hit him for treating your mother this way.

"How long is this going to take?" She asked pointing between you and Daemon. She had hopped that at one point he would grow bored of you and move his love to her.

"How long is what going to take?" Daemon smirked as she took a step closer to him, threateningly but he feared her not.

"You have been neglecting your duty as my husband?" She accused. You felt awkward standing there listening to this. You turned to one of the wet nurses here with you and she walked over to take Vael, she was not part of this conversation.

"Have I not fucked you at least once a week? Have I not cared for our children everyday? What more do you require?" He stood up angrily glaring at her. Her face scrunched into a hurt expression.

"That is not all to a marriage! You have been showing her affection and love and you have fucked her at least once a day not a week and you pay attention to her children more!" She yelled earning the attention of the other wet nurses.

"Tell them to take the children and leave" You whispered to the wet nurse with Vael. She curtsied and scrambled around to gather the rest of the wet nurses and your children.

"This is ridiculous, she is just as much my wife as you and I am entitled to love her as well" He huffed dismissivly.

"You love her more!" She accused. You clenched your fists with anger. Your mother was acting like a spoiled brat, it was not like you liked any of the attention Daemon was giving you but you had to for your children and it was your duty as his wife now.

"So what! I love her more and I will always love her more and fuck her more and I will have even more children from her while you rot! What are you going to do about it?!" Daemon finally snapped. You gasped shocked at his outburst. Your heart dropped at the sight of tears on your mother's cheeks. She turned to look at you seeng your hurt expression, her sweet daughter who was forced into this.

"Fuck you" She hissed at him turned around to look at you one last time before storming off.

"You are ruining my relationship with my mother" You glared at Daemon. He rolled his eyes annoyed now that both his wived were cross with him.

"You don't need her" He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah? like jacaella won't need me if Jacaerys turned out to be like you, huh?" Your words dripped with venom.

"No man is worthy of my Jacaella and I will cut off the cock of any many who comes near here even if it were your brother" Daemon grabbed your chin in a tight bruising grip.

"You're hurting me" You whimpered. Daemon smirked and kissed your lips to silence yours sounds.

"Now go to our room. My cock needs some attention" Daemon was an evil and vile man. Tears build up in your eyes but obeyed nonetheless squeaking when he slapped your bottom as you walked away.

[werelosingdaylight]

Now, hear me out… Rhaenyra x Twin Sister!Reader👀 What are your thoughts?

[sunfyresrider]

Rhaenyra

Imagine/AU

Summary: Alicent Hightower was lonely and depressed for most of her life living in the secluded manor in Styria. Until a mysterious woman appears who she swears she's seen before.

Warnings: Mature themes, blood, religion, vampires, nightmares Word Count: 2k Note: Literally the plot of Carmilla but with my favorite closeted lesbian. Also, I wasn't sure if I should label this an imagine or a headcanon sooo here we are.

-Alicent Hightower had never truly felt frightened. Not when she was young and her mother died, she barely recalls it. Not when her father and her moved to a solitary yet picturesque castle in Styria. Not when she realized she would be forced to live in isolation, the nearest village was miles away. Not when a pack of wolves surrounded their carriage on their first trip to the manor. 

-Alicent had never truly felt fear until she was six years of age. She was in her bed tossing and turning unable to sleep. When the eerie feeling of being watched became too much, she pried her eyes open. A woman, the most divine woman she had ever laid eyes upon, stared at her from the edge of her bed. Her hair was stark white and nearly reached her hips. Her eyes were strikingly beautiful, violet orbs that pierced through Alicent’s very soul. It was a beautiful nightmare at first until her eyes wandered down her figure. 

-She moved slowly until she was at the edge of the bed and crawled her way next to Alicent. She was completely frozen in fear, unable to talk, breathe, move or even think. But she was gentle, softly combing the hair out of her face and whispering sweet nothings. It was so… Comforting. The threat of danger slipped out of her mind. A gentle kiss was pressed to her temple and she found herself being lulled back to sleep. It was the most peaceful night's sleep she had in months… Until the sensation of two sharp needles punctured into her breast awoke her. 

-She woke up, releasing a blood curdling scream, the girl in her room disappeared under the bed. The nurse-maid and her father came rushing in only to find her alone. They thoroughly checked her bed chambers and found nothing. No wound on her breast, no monster under the bed, just little Alicent in her bed. However, what he did not say was that the left side of her bed was warm to the touch… 

12 years later, Styria, Hightower Manor

-Alicent had grown accustomed to the solitude though it did not ease her loneliness. She had no friends, only her nurse-maid, father and neighbors from miles away who came and went. The monotony of her everyday life was slowly driving her up the wall. Truthfully, if she ever managed to meet a girl her age would she even be able to befriend her? She didn’t have enough experience talking to others to determine that. 

-Otto, her father, promised that one of their distant neighbors would be bringing his niece to come visit. He said they were the same age and promised they would get along… Except she never came, in fact she had died before she ever arrived. An unknown accident took place claiming her life, preventing a friendship from blooming. Alicent felt the gods may be punishing her for unknown reasons. 

-That same day though, Laura and her father spy a carriage coming toward them, but it crashes near their castle. They rush out to go and inspect the scene but all they find is a girl, Alicent’s she, fully unconscious. Alicent is over the moon that someone her age just crashed into her home. Finally, she might have a friend and her father agrees. She is beautiful too, ethereal almost, it would be a blessing to be able to keep her. 

-The nurse declares that the girl will be fine and will wake in a few days. Alicent spent nearly everyday visiting her chambers and patiently awaiting her to wake. She looks oddly familiar… Perhaps she had seen her in a distant memory. Maybe she was blessed with foresight like the witches… No, she was too religious for that. 

-Rhaenyra, that’s her name. It’s the first Alicent learns when the girl wakes up. The second is that she is the same girl from her nightmare all those years ago. No one could forget those violet eyes that pierced your soul. Rhaenyra quickly realizes she remembers Alicent too!  She had a similar dream but their roles were reversed. They decided it was fate and they were always meant to be friends. 

She’s completely awe-struck by her 

-Rhaenyra is nothing like any of the other girls Alicent had met. She is very open, warm and demonstrative with her affections. She is impressed by the way she carries herself, not many women of their day and age could do the same. In the back of her mind there is a tiny bit of repulsion, most likely caused by the misogyny around them. She purposely ignores it and lets the attraction overwhelm her. 

-They end up spending the majority of their time together, arms interlocked and bodies as close as possible. The gardens are their favorite place, Alicent reads her tales of old and Rhaenyra lays on her lap and pretends to listen. When the snow started to fall their outings became less and less until one day Nyra dragged her out into a far corner of the woods. She looked like a goddess compared to the lush white snow that surrounded her, Rhae’s silver hair blending in with the snowflakes. It was there they shared their first kiss, 

-Alicent quickly learns that Rhaenyra has some odd habits about her, locking her dock from the inside, not waking up until the afternoon, and becoming fatigued randomly. She also has an extreme passion for Alicent that no one else had before. She kisses and grasps her constantly, once they got in trouble and were forbidden to do it again but that didn’t stop Rhaenyra. It wasn’t ladylike and Alicent was told it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t help but return the affection. 

-Rhaenyra doesn’t tell anyone much about her. She never answers where she came from, quickly changing the subject whenever brought up. When they go to church Rhaenyra never prays, though she claims to be baptized. On a few occasions she voiced her annoyance at the peasants praising god and singing hymns. She is superstitious, purchasing a charm from a traveling hunchback against the vampire in the region and forcing Alicent to wear it. 

-Otto eventually realizes Rhaenyra is descended from the Targaryens. An ancient, rich, noble, and incestuous family with very defining features. This only makes more sense when a portrait from across the sea is brought to the manor revealing Countess Naehyra, a distant relative with striking similarities to the girl. It didn’t matter, their lineage was nearly extinct anyway and they held no titles anymore. 

-Eventually, news spreads to the manor speaking of deaths of young girls in the area. All of which are similar to the girl who Otto promised would be Alicent’s friend. It was concerning to say the least, so he had both young girls confined to the land in which he owned. 

-Alicent begins experiencing strange nightmares that plague her every night. The most recent one scared her enough to tell her nurse. A black cat-like monster creeping onto her bed and sinking its teeth into her throat. When she awakes it’s gone but a female figure lingers, extremely still and ominous. Then it disappears into the darkness of the room and she’s left in tears. The nurse claims to see a female wandering the tree line and this place is haunted. 

-When Alicent gets the courage to tell Rhaenyra she claims the same happened to her. She now forces Alicent to wear the charm to ward off any unwanted evils… Her nightmares end there but not her melancholy. Rhae is more devoted than ever tending to her, even waking up earlier in the day to spend time with her. Her dreams morphed into something else, she would speak to people whom she can’t remember. 

-Rhaenyra became extra affectionate that night. Her hands traveled to places that others deemed unholy. Alicent rejected it at first, fearful of being scorned by her father if he found out but once again Nyra always got her way. Her charms were impossible to reject especially since they made her feel so good. It was gentle and loving, not at all like how it had been described to her in the past. The feeling of euphoria consuming her whole… Rhaenyra had a wicked tongue. 

-The night wasn’t as peaceful as it started off. The second they drifted off to sleep together another nightmare attacked Alicent. Though, this time it was her mother warning her of an ‘assassin’ sharing her bed. She woke up to find Rhaenyra gone and became frantic, waking up everybody in the house. It took hours before they found her wandering the halls, awake but unconscious. Otto described it as sleepwalking. 

-Otto finds a doctor for both girls. Rhaenyra is fine though her lack of sleep is causing her to behave strangely. However, Alicent’s condition seemed to be severe as he berated her with a hoard of questions. The doctor warned them all that she wasn’t to be alone, not even for one second. The air in Styria was becoming thick and the world had an eerie feeling. 

-Her father, Otto, receives a letter soon after from the uncle of the girl Alicent was originally intended to be friends with. The general is arriving soon and he wished to visit the old tombs of kings. For now, only Alicent, the nurse, her father and the general will be going. As of recently Rhaenyra has been sleeping consistently, rarely waking even for food. 

-Alicent doesn’t like the general, the carriage is filled with his animosity towards whoever killed his niece and is draining her energy. 

He speaks of how he must have vengeance against the fiend that killed his niece. Otto asks what exactly is going on but the general says they will not believe him. Instead he informs them they are going to the tombs of an ancient family and he is going to unearth them to be rid of the monsters. 

-His story is far-fetched yet eerily similar. The General and his niece meet a beautiful young woman, Ahneyra. She claimed she knew the General from the past and has memories and stories to prove it, though he has no memory of her. Ahneyra comes to their home and almost immediately, his niece’s health begins to decline. She complains of dreams and nightly sensations such as being pierced and strangled. He called a doctor to check on her health and he claimed it to be a vampire… That same night he saw the girl he invited into his home feasting on the blood of his kin. 

-When he finishes his story they arrive at the tomb of kings. Filled with dead Targaryens and other nobles kept close to them at court. It is a gloomy, silent and morbid place but the General seemed excited to be there. Perhaps he would be able to take his revenge on the creature he believes killed his niece. Alicent calls over a nearby woodman and asks how it came to be so empty and unkept, and the woodman tells him about vampires ravaging the place. 

-Laura grows gloomy hearing this, the generals story and her recent ailments are all too similar. Being in this place brought her absolutely no comfort. Her world suddenly brightens when she sees Rhaenyra drawing near. The peace and the warm smile on Rhae’s face fades just as quickly as it came. The general charged past her, shoving her to the floor as he jumps to attack Nyra. An entirely different side of Rhaenyra is shown, she looks brutish and fiendish as she defends off his attacks. The area erupts into chaos and before Alicent can process it, Rhaenyra is gone into the abyss of the dark forest.

-The general behind declaring that is Rhaenyra, Countess Naehyra, and the one who destroyed his niece, Ahneyra are one and the same. Alicent's heart shatters into pieces when she learns this. Before she can combat the theory her father urges her to return home. 

-At the manor a priest is on guard outside her room at all hours. Once again, she is completely secluded from the outside world. 

She has no idea where Rhaenyra is and is worried endlessly. Alicent takes it upon herself to sneak out to the old library and try to dig up information about the Targaryen’s and the vampires. 

-Word by word she realizes what exactly has been haunting her, a real vampire. The reason the Targaryens have such noticeable l features and we’re able to stay in power for so long was because they were monsters, created by the devil to spite god himself. However, some things didn’t add up. If Rhaenyra was such a monster why would she gift her a charm to protect her? Why would Nyra starve herself instead of just feasting on her blood? Why did she stay longer with her than any other girl? Why did she lay with her and not take the opportunity to kill her? Her symptoms were that of a starving vampire who desperately needed to eat to survive, she knew how to cure herself and yet she didn’t. 

-Alicent came to the conclusion that maybe everything wasn’t a lie. Maybe Rhaenyra truly fell for a human and tried to go against her own nature to try and be with her. This only made her feel worse. How could she love such a monster? How could she be such foolish prey to a creature who goes against the god she worships? 

-They all set out on a mission to destroy Rhaenyra once and for all. Alicent tagged along hoping that this was all falsehoods and her lover was simply misunderstood. A strange man joins them,  he claims to have devoted his life to pursuing vampires. He claims he will bring the law of god to the tomb and end the Targaryen bloodline once and for all. He brings a book, a stake, a cross, holy water and ‘the protection of god’ with him. 

-It took a full week of exploration through hidden tunnels. They stumble upon a dark and cobweb ridden room with a golf tomb in the middle. As the group gathers around the coffin preparing the strike Alicent begins tearing at her fingernails. She says a final prayer that when it opens Rhaenyra won’t be inside. Her lover is not a monster and they’re meant to be together. 

-Her prayers went unanswered as they opened the tomb. Rhaenyra laid inside, rose colored cheeks and warm flesh as if she were alive. She was sleeping peacefully surrounded by a pool of blood. Alicent wanted to scream out but the men moved quicker, plunging a stake into her heart. For a moment, Rhae’s eyes opened in shock and she let out a gasp as she stared at Alicent. An unmistakable look of betrayal on her face. The general swung his sword decapitating her and Otto threw a match into the coffin, burning any that remained of her friend. 

-Alicent concludes her narrative with the strangers' after he visits her home for a few weeks at, during which he shares with her father numerous stories and accounts of vampires. The countess apparently had a lover long ago whom she was forbidden to be with. When she committed suicide, her lover feared she would become a vampire and so they moved her remains and her tomb. When they were older, they realized this did not, and could not, work, so they wrote about the location of the tomb and a way to destroy her, but died before getting to do so. That’s how the man was able to discover her tomb and kill her. 

-She cries every day since the incident. She struggles to eat or sleep or simply live. It felt as though a part of her died in that tomb as well. Otto forced her out of bed today and made her see their 'guests' off. Before the stranger leaves he turns back to the mansion and gives Alicent a solemn smile. He tells her to not mourn the dead, which seemed like a comfort until his final sentence, “You look like her… My ancestor I mean.” Once again, Alicent feels completely secluded from the world. The pain in her heart was like a wound that could never heal.  

-She finally realizes her dreams were not her own and were that of a woman from the past. A woman who once loved the monster she shared a bed with. It explained why she spoke to people whom she could not remember. Maybe there was a chance that Rhaenyra loved Alicent for what she reminded her of. Maybe Ali was the reincarnation of an ex-lover and that is why Rhaenyra kept her alive for so long. Maybe that's why her dreams felt like distant memories. It didn't matter now; she was gone and Alicent was left with her ghost.

-Alicent and her father decided to go back to Oldtown for a year to forget what happened, but sometimes Alicent still hears light footsteps as if Rhaenyra is outside her door, coming back to haunt her. Though her presence is still not terrifying, it is warm and comforting as it always had been.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Can You Think of Me For Once?~Rhaenyra x Alicent (House Of The Dragon)

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Alicent Hightower

Genre: Angst, hurt and comfort, enemies to lovers, smut

Summary: After hearing Rhaenyra’s apology and offer to marry her son to her daughter, Allicent immediately goes to see Rhaenyra; they both try to be civil yet emotion and tension rip from them, along with the passion that was building between them prior to the last ten years.

 Writer’s Note: Finally my first Rhaenicent fic! I love these two and the show is just making my heart grow fonder for this ship. Hope ya’ll enjoy!

Word Count: 4, 196

Rhaenyra bit the inside of her lip as soon as the words left her mouth. Commanding her husband, Laenor to remain in Kings Landing by her side instead of abiding by his wishes of battle and traversing the sea, something that’s been in his blood as a Veleryon and the son of The Sea Snake. It was as if someone forbade her to take flight on Syrax, leaving her stunted in one place, rather than in the air, wind licking at her platinum locks. 

Laenor stayed in stunned silence. His tipsy stupor simmered at her words as he gripped tightly onto his cup of wine. 

“I’ll do as my wife and princess commands,” Laenor said. “Stay by your side, whatever you wish.”

Rhaenyra jerked at how quiet Laenor sounded as if he was scolded by a parent and didn’t want to say much. Maybe motherhood hardened her to that degree, but she never wanted to be as stern with Laenor. He was just keeping up with appearances for the past ten years, like Rhaenyra and wanted to go back into the life he once had. She couldn’t blame him for that. 

“Laenor, I--”

The Princess was cut off by the door to her chambers opening. 

Ser Westerling, one of her father’s kingsguard and her personal knight for the afternoon opened it. He bowed his head before speaking.

“Princess, Queen Alicent Hightower would like to speak with you,” Ser Westerling said. 

Rhaenyra’s entire body froze at the kingsguard’s word. What could Alicent possibly want? To ridicule her sons appearance like she did before? Mock Laenor of how someday the kids will resemble him? The thoughts swirled in Rhaenyra’s head for a moment, picking and tearing at the straggled end of her gown. 

“Rhaenyra?” Laenor called to her.

Rhaenyra’s head jerked up to see Laenor at her side, concern marking his face along with a sense of uneasiness she’d seen before they became husband and wife; a look of uncertainty about the future and what it would be like with Rhaenyra.      

“I thought we’ve been through this, your grace,” Laenor snapped. 

Ser Westerling stepped to the side as Alicent walked in slow yet with her head held high as she always did for the past ten years, as if she was better than what Laenor and Rhaenyra seemed to have falsely created to her. 

“I’d like to speak to the Princess alone, Ser Laenor,” Allicent said. “If the Princess would have me?”

Alicent’s voice was sharp and commanding, a tone she used in frequent during the ten years she began growing in her role as queen. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but not look at the Queen, not because of fear, but because of the remnants of the past; memories that swirled and caught up in the cogs of her mind only heightened with the hormones childbirth brought with her: memories of being with Allicent. 

“Rhaenyra?” Laenor said. He rested a hand on her arm, breaking her fidget fit of yanking on a straggled piece of her gown. “Y-you don’t look so good, Allicent can leave if you aren’t up for another one of her intrusive fits.” 

The hardened look that graced Laenor’s face was gone, replaced with an air of concern he carried a lot during the past ten years. Childbirth and it’s many complications rocked Rhaenyra (she’s still experiencing some pains of childbirth from her third son, Joffery). Laenor would try and soften her up with jokes that didn’t humor her at all, yet he was always there for her and their sons, whether or not they were his blood. 

“Intrusive fits or not, she’s here without my father for a reason,” Rhaenyra said as she sat up. “I’ll let her say her peace.”

Laenor opened his mouth to protest, yet shut it just as quick at his princess taking his hand to give it a strong squeeze. 

“You of all people should know how complicated things can be,” Rhaenyra continued. She tapped Laenor’s knuckles with the tips of her fingers. “We both know you prefer goose to roasted duck. And I prefer roasted duck at times and goose at other times.”

Laenor nodded quickly, as if he heard these words all before. 

“Of course I understand that Rhaenyra,” he said. “But to still hold onto to what you had for each other as maidens is absurd! Not after she tried sullying our sons, and after she made you carry Joffery to her once he was fresh from your womb!”

Rhaenyra bit her lip, she almost drew blood but held off in order to squeeze Laenor’s hand tighter. He was right, Alicent caused her so much harm: not telling her of courting her father, the passive aggressive move with the green dress during her and Laenor’s wedding; and just not hearing her out--Allicent was good at that, living in whatever fantasy she could conjure based on the words of others (Otto Hightower’s especially). Rhaenyra wanted to hear Alicent out just this once. Maybe that would be enough to finally allow Alicent to forgive her. Rhaenyra didn’t care if she hated her, well without good reason. 

“Rhaenyra, tell me to leave and I will, or tell me to stay,” Laenor whispered. He clasped both of his hands around Rhaenyra’s before continuing. “Just say something.”

“Go on, Laenor,” Rhaenyra said. She brought his hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to it. “Train with Ser Qarl, make sure our sons are practicing their sword play, they’ll be fine knights someday, right?”

Laenor blinked, lip poked out as if he were to cry; he stood up anyway, kissing Rhaenyra on the forehead before giving her hand one last squeeze.

“As you wish, Princess,” he said. He stepped to the door, not even sparing a glance to Alicent before leaving.

“Leave us, ser,” Alicent said to ser Westerling. Her face relaxed a bit from holding a heavy stone of composure. “This is a private matter.”

Ser Westerling gave Alicent a quick side glance prior to meeting the eyes of his crown Princess. Rhaenyra noticed to hesitation in the knight’s face. He didn’t know if she’d be safe based on it how his hand remained near the hilt of his blade. Perhaps he picked up on how power hungry the Hightowers’ were, well how Otto Hightower was; Kingsguard knew more than they let on as silent sentinels who watch the halls whenever they were empty or not. 

“It’s Ok, ser,” Rhaenyra said. “Go to the end of the hall, this should not take long.”

Ser Westerling relaxed at the Princess’s word. He bowed to both Rhaenyra and Alicent then left them with the slam of the chamber door.  

Silence followed as Ser Westerlings footfalls trailed down the hall. Rhaenyra picked at the straggled fabric of her dress; Alicent touched her own neck, gripping at her throat, stopping for a moment before picking at her nails. 

“You could at least look at me,” Alicent said. She jerked at the pain of her nails at her own flesh before stopping, opting to grip at her forearms. “I’m your Queen, it’s the least you could do.”

Rhaenyra pulled quite hard at the straggled fabric, breaking it completely. She chuckled as it fell from her fingers. Here Alicent was flexing her queenly muscles when she gave Rhaenyra all the power at that moment. She hadn’t came to Rhaenyra’s personal chambers since they were maidens, a surprise that she only dreamed could come to fruition again. Now here Alicent was in all her queenly glory draped in her green gown, striped of her golden necklace, aside from the rings Rhaenyra noticed on her fingers. A red one, alike to one she wore when they were younger, a time when she bore the Targaryen colors of the family she married into.      

“You must be chasing some ounce of respect, my Queen,” Rhaenyra said. “By all means the heir to the throne should get that luxury as well.”

Alicent scoffed. Her hands moved again, this time up her arms, gripping and clawing at her forearm. 

“Why should I give you something that you feel so entitled to?” she said. “Why should I give you respect when you don’t even respect yourself, Princess? Your boys don’t even resemble you much, let alone ser Laenor.”

Rhaenyra shook her head. She chose to play and occupy her vision with something else since the straggled fabric of string fell to it’s death: her necklace that hung close and near her throat. The Princess felt breathless. She was used to Alicent and the rumors of her sons’ parentage swirling about court, yet hearing them spat in her face by Alicent herself, especially when they were so close at one point. She’d rather be asphyxiated by Syrax’s flames than talk about this. But to get through to Alicent, or at least get her to understand what she’s been through for the past ten years, she’d have to face them.

“They don’t need to resemble me nor Laenor, they are still mine,” Rhaenyra said. She clutched onto the end of her necklace, still paying attention to it and not her Queen. “They are my sons, of Targaryen blood and have claimed dragons, Princes of Dragonstone in their own right. Why does it matter that they look a certain way? My father accepts them and so does my husband.”

Alicent laughs humorlessly. 

“So you admit to it then?” she said. “They are your bastards is that--”

“Do not sully them  anymore!” Rhaenyra roared. Tears pricked at her eyes as she bit down at her lip, drawing a little blood now. “Say what you want about me as you’ve always did but leave my sons’ out of this.” 

“Well, your sons’ have been the topic of late, remember?” Alicent said. She drew closer to Rhaenyra, stopping a few feet at the sound of the Princess’s sniffle. “You asked for the betrothal of my daughter to your eldest.”

It was Rhaenyra’s turn for a humorless laugh; it bubbled up hard and messy as it lurched up from her throat. Alicent flinched at the abrupt sound, eyebrows raised in confusion. 

“And you refused, not evening saying a word. I looked like a fool,” Rhaenyra said. The bitterness swam amongst her tongue yet swallowed it whole as she continued. “It was foolish to think that something was still there.”

“What? What’s still there?” Alicent said. she grimaced as she grew antsy with her hands, alternating from digging her nails into her forearm or just letting them hang by her side. “Gods, Rhaenyra, look at me.”

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and shook her head twice. Alicent sounded so desperate, tiny bit scared, taking Rhaenyra back to their maiden days; under the Weirwood, head in her lap as she voiced her carefree nature that countered Alicent’s righteous, yet stern ways. She missed it. Craved it even.

“Look at me!” Alicent growled. She winced at the pain of nails against flesh but didn’t relent. “Be transparent with me for once! By the Gods, you owe it to me! After all this time you hadn’t sacrificed a thing! Duty is trampled under your pretty foot as it always has, yet I have to be the one to suffer!”

“You have suffered?” Rhaenyra said. She stood up now, finally granting Alicent her wish to look at her. “And I haven’t? I? Who had to marry a man not of love but the duty to further my legacy to continue the great Targaryen dynasty, the same of which you do!”

Alicent’s eyes grew huge and glossy, mouth plunged into a frown as she continued to fire back at the Princess.

“Yet I remain in high graces in court!” she said. “Never have I sullied my reputation while bedding other men. Not a sworn knight, or shield and certainly not an uncle.”

Rhaenyra stalked to Alicent. The Queen flinched, tried to back away but the Princess was quicker to take her shoulders in her hold. 

“Nothing happened between Daemon and I. Why can’t you get that through your head,” Rhaenyra said. “He may have touched me but--”

“But you lied to me regardless!” Alicent snapped back. She pushed against Rhaenyra but the Princess didn’t budge. “Sullying your maidenhood when all I ever did was protect you and you lied to me!”    

Rhaenyra laughed again: this time more bitter than the last, scratchy and deep.

“There it is, that cloak of self righteousness you’ve always hid under!” Rhaenyra spat. The tears spilled, now rolling down her cheeks. “J-Just tell me how you really feel about me! Don’t hate my children, they have nothing to do with this! Aim your arrow of hate at me!”

Alicent’s own tears spilled as well. 

“I don’t hate you Rhaenyra, Gods. Can’t you just think of me for once!” she screamed. Her throat hurt, raw and rough but she continued, squeezing  Rhaenyra’s shoulders that she’d surely leave a mark. “I love you! I-I’ve always loved you! Why can’t that get through to you--”

Rhaenyra cut the Queen off immediately; the Princess pressed her lips against Alicent’s in a kiss. Alicent froze. Her grip on Rhaenyra’s shoulders loosened as she began to kiss back. Rhaenyra didn’t catch the action fast enough, pulling away just as quickly. Alicent held a hand to her mouth, eyes darting everywhere in the room except for Rhaenyra, who kept her eyes on the unnerved Queen. 

Silence followed again. Rhaenyra watched as Alicent’s face grew clouded in a myriad of emotions. 

Maybe this was all wrong, the Princess thought. Maybe Laenor was right after all. 

“F-Forgive me, my Queen, I--”

Alicent stepped back into Rhaenyra’s space and placed a hand on the Princess’s cheek. Her eyes jumped between Rhaenyra’s face and mouth, silently asking for permission.

The Princess granted her request, kissing the Queen yet again. Alicent reciprocated eagerly, hands resting against Rhaenyra’s chest as the kiss deepened. Rhaenyra’s hands caressed Alicent’s face; fingers shook yet she was careful with each stroke, afraid that the woman she loved would disappear, or worse of all, she’d wake from this dream. 

Alicent pulled back, breathless and glossy eyed. She was still unsure while her hands picked at the fabric of Rhaenyra’s gown, watching the Princess’s chest rise and fall too.

“Rhaenyra--”

“I-I love you too, Alicent,” the Princess choked out. “I-I love you so much.”

Alicent kissed her again. Hands flew to clutch at the Princess’s shoulders as the kiss grew heated. Rhaenyra followed suit, arms wrapping around Alicent’s waist to back her up toward her bed. The Queen gasped once her back hit the bed, eyes a bit dazed while they searched and search through Rhaenyra’s. They kissed once more, brief and deep as Rhaenyra hovered over the Queen’s body. 

“W-We don’t have to- I-I didn’t mean to--”

Rhaenyra’s words were cut off by Alicent’s lips; a moan tore from her at the taste of her friend and maybe now lover? The Queen was so tender, a stark contrast to how indignant she was in the past ten years. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but ponder the idea as she kissed and caressed at Alicent’s face with fresh tears making a mess of both their faces. 

“N-No, my Prin--Rhaenyra don’t cry,” Alicent said. She sniffed too, trying to remain together for the both of them yet her tears flowed along with Rhaenyra’s. “I-I’ve wanted you for years now. Gods, I-I couldn’t bare never kissing you and how much envy and hate I’ve held for you and whatever man you decided to bed.”

Rhaenyra nodded, holding onto every word. 

“I’m sorry,” Rhaenyra whispered. “I’m so sorry Alicent.”

Alicent shook her head and pulled Rhaenyra flush to her, making the Princess straddle her on the bed. 

“Don’t be, just kiss me again, please?”

Rhaenyra obliged, kissing Alicent harder now. They both moved fervently against one another: hands ripping and pulling at the fabric of gowns; tongues and breaths dancing and fighting for dominance. 

“R-Rhaenyra, I-I want you,” Alicent whispered. She pulled back from Rhaenyra, holding onto the Princess’s forearms tightly. “C-Can you undress me?”

Rhaenyra froze as she tried catching her breath. Was she really not dreaming? She tried concentrating her breathing enough to answer Alicent. The Queen noticed the Princess’s daze, reaching up to take the woman’s face in her hands. 

“A-Are you all right?” she said. “Did I say the wrong thing, Rhaenyra? D-Did I misread this?”

Alicent’s thumb traced Rhaenyra’s face a few times, breaking the Targaryen from her numbness. 

“No, you didn’t I-I just didn’t know if this was a truly a dream or not,” Rhaenyra said. She leaned into Alicent’s palm as the Queen traced a small pattern along her cheek. “T-These ten years of strife between us have paid me, Alicent.”

Alicent shushed the Princess against with the softest, briefest kiss. 

“I hope you forgive me, Rhaenyra,” she whispered against her lips. “I wish to love you as I did before. Even more, if you’d have me, princess?”

Rhaenyra nodded. She couldn’t speak, instead kissing Alicent. It was the only thing simple at the moment, like breathing. The Princess’s hands traveled to the laces of the Queen’s dress, untying quickly and with ardent; the Queen kneaded at the Princess’s gown, pulling it down to caress pale, beautiful skin.  

Alicent’s skin was just as gorgeous: Rhaenyra’s purple eyes drunk in all of it, along with the curve and perk of the Queen’s breasts and the stretch marks that marred soft skin of her abdomen due to four pregnancies. 

“I-I’m sure I’m not as fair and comely as I was,” Alicent whispered while her eyes fell to her exposed skin. 

Rhaenyra shook her head. She pulled her own gown down all the way to reveal her own naked form. The Princess had stretch marks from her own births, along with a slight burn mark. 

“What happened there?” Alicent said. She reached to touch the mark, yet paused due to uncertainty. 

The Princess took her hand however, putting it against the mark.  

“Syrax was very...rambunctious while I bonded with her,” Rhaenyra said. She jumped at the sensation of Alicent’s fingers but soon relaxed. “She burned me a bit before I could jump out of the way of her flames.” 

Alicent retracted her hands, as if she was burned herself.

“And you never told me?” she said. “R-Rhaenyra--”

Rhaenyra took Alicent’s hand and laced it with her own. Purple Valyrian eyes met Alicent’s dark brown ones; a silent promise to tell that everything was all right. 

“I-I never wanted to worry or scare you,” Rhaenyra said. “You know how you get and you shouldn’t worry about how fair or comely you think you aren’t. You’re the fairest to me, my Queen. Anyone would be lucky to have you.”

Alicent flushed at Rhaenyra’s words. 

“You flatter me, Princess,” she said. “Would you be lucky to have me?”

Rhaenyra giggled, brought Alicent closer by the waist then tipped her head down to kiss her. 

“I would be.” 

Sure and decisiveness followed the next kisses. Warm bodies met in a dance that rivaled the passions of dragons that roar and conquered the skies above them. Rhaenyra ran hot as them all, Syrax included (could or couldn’t be because of the fire that graced her rider), Alicent felt it as the Princess kissed down her neck. They wrapped each other up in their limbs, lying across Rhaenyra’s bed. Lips attached themselves lower to Alicent’s chest as the Queen gasped at the feeling. She carded her hand through Rhaenyra’s silver locks, quivering while the Princess led open mouth kisses down her belly, stopping just above her thighs. 

“Please, I-I want to feel you, Rhaenyra, please,” Alicent begged. “Gods, I--”

Rhaenyra chuckled. Her breath played at Alicent’s skin, forcing her back to arch a bit. 

“I’ve hardly touched you my Queen,” Rhaenyra said. She pressed a few kisses, skimming them out to Alicent’s inner thighs. “Have you never had the beauty of pleasure? Even while birthing so many children?”

Alicent shook her head. 

“I haven’t had the luxury of that, nor many lovers as you had,” the Queen admitted. “Plus the only times I’ve ever laid with a man, the King was for my duties of childbirth.”

Rhaenyra rested her head against Alicent’s stomach, frowning at the Queen’s words. 

“And here I thought my father was blood of the dragon,” Rhaenyra said. She continued her kisses, nipping at Alicent’s delicate skin. “Maybe I’ll show you what a true dragon could do.”

Alicent bit her lip. A cheek word rose to the Queen’s lips, yet she chose to play at the Princess instead. 

“Show me then,” she said. Alicent thread her fingers deeper inside the Targaryen’s locks, yanking a bit. “You learned a lot at those brothels, didn’t you?”

Rhaenyra shuddered a nod as she continued trailing kisses across Alicent’s thigh. Once she ghosted her center, the Queen jerked and moaned the Princess’s name. 

“R-Rhaenyra, Gods, please I-- Fuck!”

Rhaenyra licked a long and hefty stripe along Alicent’s pussy, forcing the Queen to shove her head back against the pillows and covers in absolute bliss. Another moan ripped from Alicent, hands tugging harder at Rhaenyra’s hair, nearly ripping it out. The Princess groaned at the feeling, adding onto the noise that pour from Alicent’s mouth. 

“Mmmh, Gods, so loud for me,” Rhaenyra purred. “Maybe you should be quieter, my Queen. My father could send in his guards at any moment. Ser Westerling is still down the hall.” 

“Gods, I don’t care about any of that!” Alicent roared. “I-I just need you, right now. Please, Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra frowned. 

“I’m being serious Alicent,” she said. 

A look of indignation painted Alicent’s face as she sighed. Her hands then scoured the bed, finding a pillow before pressing it to her mouth. Rhaenyra snorted a laugh at her lover’s action.

“Alicent--”

“Finish me off, Rhaenyra,” Alicent said. She ran her fingers through Rhaenyra’s hair rather tenderly this time. “Please. As I’ve always wanted you to. For so long.”

Rhaenyra almost faltered: Alicent’s eyes were sincere, shined with enough love to kill her then and there. The Princess granted the Queen’s request before diving back into her sweetness. Alicent’s mouth bit down on the pillow, muffling every sound that tour from her; Rhaenyra groaned at her eagerness even though she couldn’t hear them clearly, the energy was still present. Alicent’s juices fell from the Queen’s center and down to the Princess’s mouth. The Princess felt the Queen grow tighter, lapping at her succulent pussy. She added two fingers to help with the stimulation.

“Come for me, Allicent,” Rhaenyra coaxed. Her fingers moved fluidly. “It’s okay to.” 

As if Rhaenyra’s words were her tipping point, Alicent came. It rang through the pillow, but the muffled sound still excited Rhaenyra as she pulled the pillow away from the Queen’s clutches. Alicent’s eyes were tearful, her face flushed with enough red to rival Targaryen flags and sigils; her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Rhaenyra felt proud. She crawled back up to lay beside the Queen. 

“How was that, my Queen?”

Alicent just smiled, caught her breath and pressed closer to Rhaenyra, tucking into her side enough to snuggle in. 

“Perfect as you are, Princess,” Alicent said. She pressed a kiss to Rhaenyra’s cheek then neck, hands wondering down to the Princess’s own folds. “Gods, you’re so wet.”

Rhaenyra moaned at Alicent’s steady work, leaning her head down to the Queen’s neck to cover the noises. Alicent watched: mouth slightly open to take in her Princess’s moans, coaxed by the slick and wet noises her fingers produced through the Targaryen’s sweet folds. 

“Come whenever you want,” Alicent whispered. Lust filled her words, countering the fond look she gave Rhaenyra. “You look so lovely, your sounds too. Gods, you’re such a delight.”

Rhaenyra came, stiffening in Alicent’s arms with a cry; The Queen was there however, caressing the Princess’s sides and bringing her into an embrace. 

“Shhh, I’m here,” Alicent reassured. “I’m right here, Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra rested her head against Allicent’s chest, pelting it with a few tears. 

“Will you stay? Just until I fall asleep?” the Princess asked. 

Alicent leaned down to kiss her; sure, true and full of enough love that transcend the time of their maidenhood. 

“I’ll stay as long as you wish,” the Queen said. “But don’t nap too long, we have to tell your father of our newest betrothal.”

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow, eyes already slid close. 

“But you are already married Alicent,” she said. “Plus, I don’t think my father would be too fond of me taking his wife.”

Alicent gasped and hit Rhaenyra playfully against the side.

“Rhaenyra!” she said. Her skin grew hot at the suggestion but she soon found her words and continued. “I’m talking about finally joining together our fractured factions. My daughter Helaena marrying your son, Jacaerys to finally end all of this.”     

Rhaenyra opened her eyes to meet Alicent’s.

“Really?” 

Alicent nodded, brushing a few stray strands of silver hair from Rhaenyra’s face. 

“Yes, anything for you. For us.”

The Princess pressed a kiss to the Queen’s hand, giving her a bright smile to inflate the excitement radiating from her. 

“I love you, Alicent.”

“I love you too, Rhaenyra.”            

[howyouloveyourdragon]

𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖟𝖊

𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖓𝖞𝖗𝖆 𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰: 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔟𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔣 𝔰𝔢𝔵𝔲𝔞𝔩 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔱𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 )

𝗥𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗥𝗔 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 she crumpled the pale gold-tinged parchment and threw it over one shoulder and into the warm fireplace. 'Meet Me At Midnight' It reads, given to her the morning prior by her uncle. She notes silently the little inked heart, her first initial in the centre, a staple of who it's from. Daemon was the only one she could trust to deliver such messages as of late. A wave of giggles overcome her as she shimmies into the common-boy clothes given to her by her uncle three years prior when she was still only a girl. But she's a woman now and trying to conceal her giddiness on her way to meet her also woman lover. It's not only the scandal that excites her but the woman she has yet to meet with today. She tugs a cap over her head to camouflage her Targaryen hair though she knows that everyone there will recognise her anyway. Rhaenyra decides that she doesn't care–not when it means she can stay by your side until the early hours of the morrow.

When she arrives at the brothel, her breath catches. She can see her through one of the high windows. Waiting just for her. Rhaenyra swallowed. A smirk itches at her lips as she pushes through the wooden door, greeting the madam who is already grinning at her star benefactor. Rhaenyra doesn't have to say a thing after she's noticed and immediately starts up the stairs. The forever nerves that twist her stomach push against her stomach, she's afraid they'll try and rip out. It would be a shame but at least she would be able to reach her lover and see the beautiful sight of her as she passed. She finally reached the door and knocked briskly, two and then one to signify her sigil; two for duty and one for desire. Rhaenyra may have never told her lover of this but that isn't important so as she knows herself. Rhaenyra opens the door like routine and when she enters, the smirk from before quirks up in glee. Y/n is sat before her with that familiar teasing gaze. Rhaenyra remembers the first night they met.

Daemon had incited her lust, gripping it in a firm bruising grasp only to drop it coldly to the floor. She was angry, upset and hungry though not for food. But above all, she's embarrassed as she walks shamefully through the whorehouse, trying to find her way despite her uncertainty. She trips and flounders as she's surrounded by leering men and inquisitive women. She peers awkwardly around a stone column no doubt put together clumsily. However, the young princess' eyes widen in surprise as a new sight greets her. A girl, her age, almost smacked into her. Both girls look alarmed as they meet but while Rhaenyra appears shocked, the other girl is on the brink of laughter. Her heart rate raises considerably. She swallows as the girl snickers. "I'm sorry." She finally says and Rhaenyra flushes pink, her voice is so beautiful–no. That's not the right word, she can't think of any word that suits her enough. Instead of insisting her own fault, though she's thinking it profusely and berating herself for bumping into such a pretty woman, Rhaenyra clears her throat. "Then you shall have no problem making up for it." She ignores the shake in her voice. The unknown girl raises an eyebrow at the brash tone, teasing to show her lack of offence. Rhaenyra feels naked under her gaze. Her Targaryen features don't seem to make any intimidating affect on her. Lightly, the girl trails up Rhaenyra's thick cloth shirt, the buttons being flicked under the graze of the woman's fingers. It's not only Rhaenyra's heart that pounding now as her lust forms a lump in her throat. She bites her lip. "What might satisfy you, my princess?"

Rhaenyra likes the way her title falls off her lips, she has to close her eyes to prevent herself from tightening a hold on her. She feels bewitched and enchanted at once. "I seem to have lost my way." The girl frowns and then chuckles. "I am afraid I know not of directions though if my room is of use, I shall gladly offer it. I wouldn't want to be beheaded for letting a princess lose herself." Despite her better judgment, Rhaenyra accepts. She has never been happier in any of her decisions before that night.

Both women stare at the ceiling as they have done countless nights before–both with sickening love-drunk gazes. Rhaenyra likes that Y/n allows her to stay quiet in moments like this, the Targaryen resents that she still gets so overwhelmed after all these years but at Y/n's soft praises she can't help it. When their escapades first invited themselves, she and Y/n wouldn't converse too much but a bond had settled over them–Rhaenyra was convinced that they had mated together, she was a dragon after all. When she's upset Y/n listens to her even when she's upset over nothing in particular, she doesn't read into it like those at court do...like Alicent did. She trusts her to ask for help only if she wants it. Rhaenyra knows what those at court also say about her, scrutinising her every move, breath and the very gender she was assigned. She turns her head to look at Y/n to find her asleep. It doesn't deter Rhaenyra from laying a gentle kiss against the corner of her mouth. She grins. It is true that she was no longer new to the feeling of a woman beneath her nor atop her, it felt as good as any man and certainly better than Criston Cole had ever been. She often tried to fool herself that that was the reason she kept coming back.

Rhaenyra had bought her lover's sexual freedom the second time they lay together which stood three weeks after they had met. She was a possessive girl, a dragon, and alike her uncle she refused to share.

Y/n isn't used to waking up without Rhaenyra, but she is used to seeing the purple jewellery perched on her dresser. She grins mischievously but it's the warm haze she recognises too well that lurches her heart. Rhaenyra from the castle knows that people are talking. She rolls her eyes. "Ūndegīon aōha līve, riña?" Daemon hisses, suddenly beside her as she awaits her chance to escape. (Seen your whore, girl?) Rhaenyra grits her teeth. "Ziry daor sagon iā līve lo ziry mērī serves nyke." She argues. (She cannot be a whore if she alone serves I) He raises his brows and snickers at her huff, raising a chalice to his lips and drinking deeply. She doesn't care, she doesn't care about any of their talk anymore. Rhaenyra can only count the hours until she can meet with her darling lover again. She hopes to escape her suitors for another round this week. Her father finally catches her eye, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed. Rhaenyra tenses but if she were to tell her father where she has been, she feared she would be skinned alive. "He thinks you wish to wed me over some lord." He murmurs, trying to hold onto his brother's attention as long as possible. It delights him to annoy Viserys and it delights Rhaenyra to stray his suspicions. "It is either that or we've been secretly engaging in acts unbecoming of a young woman." She almost hopes they think that if it means she won't have to wed them either. It wouldn't be the first time, Otto glowered at her. She can almost hear his words ringing in Viserys' ears.

When she's back in Y/n's bed, she feels dizzy. She clutches at her h/c strands and moaned loudly. Her breathing increases as she drived her tongue deeper. She bites so hard, she fear she's going to bite through her lip. The taste of copper proves her right but she doesn't care. Her lover finally connects their hands, interlacing their fingers. It's refreshing when her barrier is shattered and Y/n's lips are kissing her gently. "They think I want to marry my uncle." She breathes, finally telling her lover what troubled her. Y/n halts, frozen for a moment. The silence grips Rhaenyra. "Fools." Y/n finally laughs and it's like the sun has shone on the princess. The relief is kissing her. "Get it off your chest." She murmurs again, tracing her finger over the said body part. She raises her eyes to Rhaenyra's lavender ones. She grins wickedly and begins pressing wet kisses along it. "Or shall I, ñuha jorrāelagon?" Rhaenyra's breath hitches. (my love). "You remember?" She smiles. "Always." And she is in bliss again. It's all she needs as she smothered yet again in a beautiful haze, wrapped in the charge of her heart.

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hello M,

Congratulations on your new milestone 💞 many more to coma, I hope. Thanks for this event too.

May I request a rhaenyra x harwin with prompt 26 from the prompt set 1? Can be spicy or very spicy, setting can be a forest or godswood. I'm into size, hand and breeding kinks. Those are my preferences but please change anything you're not comfortable with. Love you ✨

I hope you like this! ❤️❤️

“Name day gift”

Prompt: “I want you to ruin me.” | Setting: The Kingswood at night

Pairing: Harwin x Rhaenyra

Themes: Slow-burn | Smut | Soft

Warnings: Mutually agreed upon open marriage | Hand kink | Size kink | Breeding kink | Kissing | Rough sex | Public sex | Penetrative sex | Cream Pie

Word count: 3.1k words

Summary: On the night of Rhaenyra’s name day feast, Harwin finds out the rumours of her arrangement with Laenor were not just rumours after all.

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+

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Author's notes: I've changed some details, mainly the children of Laenor and Rhaenyra being legitimate.

Somewhere in the forest, a dragon roared into the night.

Harwin listened to it and shivered. A century of Targaryen rule, a century of dragons in Westeros, and that sound would still chill a man to the bone. When that dragon roared again, a second joined it. Harwin turned his attention to what was going on all around him. A great hunt had been arranged, and a sumptuous feast was planned for afterward, to celebrate the crown princess on her name day. Rhaenyra had turned five and twenty and was already ruling the six kingdoms on her father’s behalf.  

Five and twenty, thought Harwin, and free to do as she wished, or so the court gossip said. Both the princess and her lord husband had an arrangement, it was told. They would do their duty towards their families, providing both with heirs, and then they would free themselves to be with whomever they chose by the time the princess turned five and twenty in age. It was most salacious according to some, but Harwin saw no harm as both husband and wife had desired it.

And would she ever consider him, the future lord of Harrenhal? Would she ever take him to her bed, the way she would in his dreams? Harwin often dreamed of the princess; he even sent his father to ask for her hand, to be considered as her future consort. Viserys’ refusal meant all his dreams would have to remain just that: sweet illusions and pleasant fictions, and nothing more. He would have to content himself with watching the princess from afar. Someone laughed right next to his ear, bringing him back to the present moment. Harwin cleared his throat and looked around.

The feast was already into its fifth hour. Many were deep in their cups; others were indulging in the delicate pastries and roasted meat being served. The king had spared no expense; the signs were evident in the rich food, the splendid wines, and the entertainment that had been arranged for everyone. A Lysene singer sat by the side of the king, playing an intricately carved harp and reciting a song in the musical tongue many of her people were famed for. There were firemages from Volantis, conjuring all sorts of wondrous shapes out of nothing more than flames from their torches. Each act was accompanied by loud cheers, the demand for more, and, of course, bags of silver. Harwin sipped at his wine and sighed as fine Arbour gold washed down his throat. The king had outdone himself, he thought.

Little by little, the tables started to empty. Guests wandered and, in some instances, had to be carried back to their tents. The king retired with the rest of the royal family, and Harwin, now at odds with his time, rose to his feet and walked towards the woods to clear his head. Once safe within the shelter of the trees, he covered his mouth and belched quietly. Harwin had to concede he had never eaten so well in his life.

It was a beautiful night, and the stars were out in all their glory. Harwin reached a clearing and looked up into the sky, wondering how liberating it must feel to sit atop the back of a dragon and soar through the sky. A vision formed of him atop a beast of white and the palest blue, the both of them bathed in the light of the moon. To fly high above your enemies and rain fire down on them, to watch while they turned to ash and...

"A copper star for your thoughts, ser."

Harwin jumped and drew his sword, ready to defend himself. "Princess," he quickly stayed his hand and stood to attention when he recognized the voice that addressed him. "Forgive me. I was just lost in the clouds, so to speak."

"I see." Rhaenyra walked out of the shadows and studied him keenly, her eyes shrewd but without malice. "Pray tell me, what was this vision that captivated you so?"

Harwin sheathed his sword and turned to the sky again. "A dragon, princess. I wondered what it would feel like to fly atop a great dragon."

"A pleasant dream then, but I would not wish for it if I were you." Rhaenyra joined him by the edge of the clearing and leaned against the bark of an old pine tree. "Dragons are willful beasts even during the best of times. And they have to bind your legs and waist to the saddle. Most uncomfortable, if you ask me."

"Your uncle makes it look so easy, though."

"My uncle was born to ride a dragon; even my lord father says so. And the bond he shares with Caraxes is unlike anything I have ever seen in my life."

Harwin considered this, then studied the princess. Such a tiny thing, still, with all of the fine features the Targaryens were famed for. Gold and amethysts adorned her wrists, ears, and throat. Her silver-white hair tumbled freely up to her waist, and she had been garbed in deep purple silk, styled in the Dornish fashion. Her father’s courtiers and the High Septon were scandalized when she walked out in it. The visiting Dornish emissaries, on the other hand, loved it. Harwin agreed with the Dornish. The princess looked like a vision in her dress.

"You stare, ser."  Rhaenyra still looked out into the night sky, her lips curling into a smile.

Thinking he had offended the princess, Harwin coughed and mumbled a dozen apologies, each more sincere than the one before it. Rhaenyra, on the other hand, merely listened to him stumble over his words again and again and laughed so hard she nearly doubled over.

"Oh…oh my word," she said, and wiped her eyes on the edge of her sleeve. "I am not vexed ser, truly. Please, there is no need to abase yourself in such a manner."

"Still," Harwin ground out, "I should not have done it. You are the crown princess, and a woman wed. It was wrong of me to look upon you the way I did."

Rhaenyra studied him again. "Walk with me," she commanded, and turned sharply on her heel. Harwin could do little else but follow her.

There were secret paths leading away from the camp, paths known only to a few. Rhaenyra knew them all, having made her way along such paths many times since she was a child. Harwin said nothing, content to simply follow her.

"I must congratulate you," she said, "On your appointment to the Gold Cloaks. My uncle has nothing but the highest regard for you."

"Thank you, princess." Harwin kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. Thieves were known to frequent unexplored parts of the Kingswood, though they would scatter and disappear into their caves and hiding places the moment a dragon was seen by the borders of the forest. Right now there were several, along with the Kingsguard. Still, Harwin did not want to take chances with the princess’s safety. He readied himself to draw his sword the moment it became necessary to do so. "I did not know Prince Daemon spoke of me to his family."

"Just me, ser," Rhaenyra’s lilac eyes twinkled in the moonlight when she looked over her shoulder at him. "Kepus spoke highly of you only to me."

That gave Harwin pause. Why would his Lord Commander do such a thing? "Daemon only spoke to you? May I be so bold as to ask why?"

Rhaenyra said nothing, merely smiling wickedly before walking deeper into the forest. The music, shouting, and laughter were all but distant murmurs now. Soon, very soon, it would just be the two of them, with no one to see or hear. She had been plotting this after she learned the king had rejected Harwin’s suit for her hand in marriage.

In truth, Rhaenyra would have preferred to wed a lord like Harwin, someone she actually desired, someone who would not have tried to cage her, if what her uncle told was true. Laenor proved himself to be a respectful and dutiful husband who doted on their four children, but his preference for the company of men meant that neither of them would ever truly be satisfied with their lot in life. Their arrangement, which was discussed and mutually agreed upon before the wedding, came into effect the moment Rhaenyra turned five and twenty. With four legitimate children no one could question either of them, and now they were free to pursue whomever they wished. Laenor took up with Ser Qarl Correy.

Rhaenyra had set her eyes on the future Lord of Harrenhal. She decided if she could not have him for a husband, then she would take him as a lover, if he so wished. She continued walking, occasionally looking over her shoulder and giving Harwin a come-hither look. Harwin followed, thoroughly enraptured. Oh, he did suspect the princess was up to something, but whatever it was, it must be something sweet, given the way she kept looking at him. On and on they walked until finally they found themselves within a dense thicket of trees, one that shielded them from prying eyes.

"What are you up to, princess?" Harwin said, and circled her.

Rhaenyra smiled again. She could already hear the desire in his voice. "I wanted to thank you for the gift. The figurine of Syrax was quite pretty…"

Harwin cut her off with a respectful, "But?"

"But," Rhaenyra smiled even more. "It was not what I was hoping for."

Harwin narrowed his eyes, his own lips curling into a smile. "Then what do you desire, princess? A pretty dress, perhaps?"

"I have many pretty dresses, ser."

"Very well then. How about a bejeweled dragon egg?"

"The family vault is filled with such keepsakes already. Try again."

"The head of Lord Otto Hightower, surely. Your uncle is bound to help me do the deed."

"Kepus may even let you use Dark Sister, just to make it quick," Rhaenyra laughed merrily. "No, ser. If my rule is to go unchallenged, I need to maintain good relations with my stepmother and her children. Killing her father would get in the way of all of that. Try again."

Harwin shrugged, pretending to give up. "Tell me, princess, for I have no inkling of this gift you seek."

Rhaenyra smiled—the smile of a woman who knew what she wanted, a woman who was not afraid to reach out and take it if need be. "You ser. I want you."

It all made sense now. The command to follow him, the flirtatious looks. Harwin inched his way closer, wanting the way a man wanted. There was still one more question that had to be asked. "And what do you want of me, princess?"

Rhaenyra stood still, letting Harwin come to her. She had to look up at him, for he was a good foot taller than her, maybe even more. Breakbones, they called him—one of the strongest men in the Seven Kingdoms. Harwin certainly deserved the epithet, after repeatedly beating several knights to the ground in melees. His rich brown hair was always tied up in a neat bun, and his green eyes were always glinting mischievously. Aspiring knights all wanted to be him. The ladies wanted to be with him. Truth be told, more than one lord too. And now, hopefully, he will be hers. She swallowed, her body tensing with giddy anticipation. Her answer was direct and simple.

"I want you to ruin me."

Music to his ears, but still, there was the matter of Laenor Velaryon. The court gossip about them having an arrangement could have been just that: empty, meaningless chatter. "And your husband?" He asked, stopping just in front of her. "What would he say?"

She tilted her chin and smiled sweetly. "He would insist you treat me well before turning his attention back to his lover."

So the gossip was true. There was an arrangement between the princess and her lord husband. Harwin grinned, satisfied with what he heard. "Well then, in that case," he growled and inched his way closer, his arms encircling her waist in a loose embrace, his head dipping to meet her lips. "Come here, princess."

Soft, sensual lips yielded to his. Harwin kissed her slowly, carefully, not wanting to forget his own strength and hurt her. Such a tiny thing still, so small in my arms. Harwin kissed her still, trembling when desperate hands tugged at the collar of his tunic and pulled him even closer. Rhaenyra had to stand on the tips of her toes, but she did not mind. When large arms tightened around her waist and lifted her off the ground, she did not mind that either. She sighed helplessly, a sound between a moan and whimper, when Harwin deepened his kiss, his tongue slipping past her parted lips and dipping into her mouth. Her arms moved around his broad shoulders and she barely felt him sinking to his knees so he could kiss her better.

Rhaenyra returned his kisses with equal passion, clinging to him like she had been deprived of such sweet sensations for years. Her body pressed against Harwin’s heatedly when his hands glided over her back. Callused and rough after years of tourneys and fighting, they soon delved into thick hair. When Harwin pulled away she looked up at him.

The hands that went up his chest were small and soft, and pale against his own tawny skin. They slowly loosened his hair before framing his face. Lavender. Rhaenyra’s skin smelled of lavender. Harwin took a deep breath of it before turning his to her. He pressed his hands over hers and brought them to her lips, slowly kissing the tip of her ring finger, and the next finger, and the next. When his lips closed around the tip of her thumb, Rhaenyra was well and truly lost.

"In the name of the…" she breathed helplessly. “What… what are you doing?"

"Pleasuring you. What else?" Harwin gave her thumb a soft suck before taking it deeper into his mouth.

Rhaenyra could only watch, spellbound, as he did the same for all her fingers, carefully nipping over the tips of each before pulling away. Already heat was pooling in her core and she could feel her small clothes grow damp with her arousal. She started to babble away in High Valyrian, using soft, musical words that struck a chord and set fire to Harwin’s blood. Instead of continuing to kiss her fingers as Rhaenyra thought he would, Harwin grabbed at her hip and cupped her cheek, bringing her in for another kiss. This one was hungrier and more demanding, encouraging the wild demands of her own mouth. Her hair felt like silk in his hands. Her body trembled against his, and she pleaded, Please. All she kept saying was Please, as if she were chanting a prayer.

Harwin growled and pulled away at the thin strips of fabric that covered her breasts, exposing them to his touch.

"Desperate for me already eh?" He muttered, dipping his head so he could have a taste. "I thought princesses were supposed to be well-bred and oh so proper."

Rhaenyra mewled when sinful lips tugged at a peaked nipple. "I am a woman, ser. Even we women have our needs, the same as the men."

"Indeed," Harwin agreed, his voice already hoarse. He dragged her in for another kiss, kissed her till she came apart in his arms, kissed her till she was a whimpering, trembling mess.

Harwin wished they had been anywhere but the forest. He wanted to bed the princess properly, someplace where he could truly have his way with her body. Perhaps some other time, when the opportunity presents itself. He continued to kiss the princess, groaning when he felt her struggle to undo the lacings in his breeches. He had to pull away when she grew frustrated and cursed like a sailor.

"You are desperate," he teased and helped her along, moaning softly when she took his cock into her hands.

"I am, so very desperate," Rhaenyra admitted very willingly, before running her hands down his shaft.

He was just as big as she thought he would be. Rhaenyra hummed sweetly, thinking of how it would feel to have him inside her body, filling her with his seed, perhaps him getting her big with his child. The very notion of it was enough to encourage her to kiss him again. She had already done her duty to the Crown and Driftmark four times over; she now wanted to do it just for the sheer pleasure of it all.  

There was no gentleness this time. Harwin pushed her legs apart, and one hand slid up her thigh, grabbing onto the band of her smallclothes. He quickly tore it away and moaned under his breath when delicate hands helped guide him. The feeling of her warm cunt sheathing him nearly made him lose himself.

"Hurry!" Rhaenyra writhed against him, her entire body throbbing when he filled her completely. "Hurry."

Harwin lost himself to the wildness within him. Ruin her, she said, and ruin her he did. Greed and lust pushed him forward, his hands and teeth leaving very little of the princess’s exposed flesh spared. Rhaenyra did not care, as she had enough and more garments that would easily cover his mark. She just kept encouraging him, her whimpers turning into moans, moans that quickly turned to pleas. Pain and pleasure coursed through her body.

No one made her feel like this, so weak and inflamed at the same time. Harwin’s kisses robbed her of her breath, leaving her lightheaded and dizzy. His embraces were hard, his thrusts pushing her further and further to the edge. Her fingers dug into his back, leaving gouges in his skin. Her hips started rocking, frantic and desperate, her entire body tensing and shaking as she sobbed into his mouth, as her orgasm ripped through her. Harwyn clung to her, not stopping until pure, unimaginable bliss rose through him and he cried out her name. He refused to let go of her until his seed spilled inside of her. They stayed together for as long as they could, only pulling apart when the first streaks of dawn could be seen in the sky.

The campsite was almost as silent as a tomb by the time they returned. No one stopped Harwin while he escorted the princess back to her tent. Even the Kingsguard were nowhere to be seen. Harwin had given Rhaenyra his cape, to cover the evidence of their tryst. A knowing look passed between them before she went in.

Less than a week after the court returned to Kings Landing, a proclamation was issued. Harwin Strong, heir to Harrenhal, would accompany the princess back to Dragonstone as her sworn protector.  

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Being the lady of house stark and swearing loyalty to rhaenyra as the rightful queen.