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indian-kahani · 1 year

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Day 6: 5+1 things [DESI LGBT+ FEST]

I just wanted to write something today so here you go! this idea came to me in the middle of class lol, i was really stumped for what to write for this prompt so luckily i came up with something in the end!

also new ocs!! anshika x padma, i plan to expand more on them (and my oc-verse in general) during more of the other prompts

tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest - hope you like it!

Anshika wondered when the class would end. Her gaze strayed to the teacher’s moustache as it wobbled up and down with each sentence he spoke. She smiled lazily and twirled her pen around again, staring blankly at the many doodles in her book. Again, the teacher’s outrageously thick moustache caught her eye.

Fifteen minutes till the end of class.

She imagined what it might feel like to touch it. Hairy and gross, probably. She shuddered at the thought.

God, I feel sorry for his wife.

She cracked a lopsided grin at the thought, thinking about how terrible it would be to have to be the teacher’s wife and suffer through a kiss with that bear-fur moustache in the way.

Twelve minutes till the end of class.

Just as she thought she might fall asleep where she sat, a piece of paper was flicked onto her desk. In the blink of an eye, her expression brightened as she dropped her pen, looking eagerly at her girlfriend’s back.

Padma turned around, and flashed her a flirty wink. Almost immediately, Anshika blushed, and ducked her head to look at her lap while opening the note.

The note was simple enough: Five reasons you love me?

Anshika picked up her pen, genuinely deep in thought. There were so many things she could write.

1) You’re a smooth talker.

“Hey, Anshu!” Padma leaned against the locker, looking Anshika up and down. It was the school’s annual Own Clothes Day, and Anshika had spent hours picking out the perfect outfit, denying to herself that it was because she wanted Padma to notice her. “Cute outfit. I like the jeans especially.”

Although she’d prepared for that moment for nearly an hour the night before, practising a smooth thanks as she opened her locker, Anshika fumbled and blushed as she had to look away.

“Thanks…” she whispered. “I like your jacket.”

Padma’s smile grew as she twirled around to showcase the outfit better. “Really? Thanks, girl. You have a good eye for fashion so I know I did good.”

The way she’d said it, coupled with her killer smile, still made Anshika want to hide her head in her hands until she was composed enough to look up.

The memory made her smile even as she wrote it down on the paper. To think she’d ended up with Padma still awed her every day. She didn’t know how she’d lucked out, to have a beautiful, kind, loving, amazing….

God, that list could go on forever.

She shook her head, tapping her pen against her chin. Her eyes brightened as an idea came to her.

2) You’re a good dancer

It was a monsoon evening – Indradev was clearly determined to let Bengaluru feel the full might of his power, rain splashing down relentlessly, flooding the streets with cool water. Anshika looked up from her homework as a shrill whistle sounded outside her window.

She gaped, mouth wide open, at the sight in front of her.

“Padma?” she was out of the door in a second, clutching an umbrella and staring at her girlfriend in utter disbelief. “PADMA, you idiot! What are you doing?”

She ran to shield her with the umbrella, unable to take her eyes off of her gorgeous kurta that stuck to her damp skin, chest heaving with the effort of dancing in the rain, slim waist emphasised by-

Woah, woah. Slow down. She thought.

Managing to tear her eyes off of her girlfriend, Anshika looked up to see a mischievous smirk playing on Padma’s face. Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Padma? What are you-”

In one swift movement, Padma knocked the umbrella out of Anshika’s hand and kissed her on the cheek. Rain drenched her in seconds, making her thin t-shirt and skirt cling to her figure.

The spot seemed to burn with a lively fire as Anshika brought her fingers to touch it.

“Come on, baby!” Padma was already raising her arms to the sky, throwing her head back in bliss. “Let’s dance!”

Anshika had been too embarrassed to admit that she couldn’t dance, but the free, flowing way that Padma was moving seemed so liberating.

Soon, they were both spinning in the rain, their homework long forgotten.

Anshika hid a secret smile at how silly they had been – newly dating, getting used to the idea of being close to each other as more than friends. Relishing in the experience that would come to them perhaps once-in-a-lifetime.

Nine minutes left of class.

She had better get a move on if she wanted Padma to read the note before the end. She racked her brains for an idea.

3) You make me feel pretty

“Wow, Anshika. Looks nice, but… have you considered losing some weight? All the modern, fashionable models weigh around…” Tanul looked Anshika up and down as she curled into herself. “…ten, fifteen kilos less than you?”

Anshika’s throat felt dry and parched. Everything she had wanted to say died on her tongue as, not for the first time, she looked down at her body and hated what she saw. All this ugly flab… her stomach wasn’t toned at all and her thighs seemed so fat when she sat down!

Of course, she had felt that way before, but this was the first time someone else had pointed it out.

Just then, a small laugh cut across the silence. “What do you mean, Tanul?” Padma, her saviour, leaned her elbows on the table casually as she offered her signature tilted-head smile. “I think Anshika’s figure is really nice! After all, a bit of definition in terms of body shape suits so many more clothing styles than tall and thin.”

Padma turned to her, looking her up and down just as Tanul had done barely seconds ago. “Hmm… oh yeah, some of my clothes would look so good on you. Plus, you always wear those nice tops with those loose jeans-”

Anshika knew the ones she was talking about, but was flustered that she remembered. They were her favourite pair.

“-and with that one jacket you always wear, it looks so good.” For a second, Padma looked almost envious. “Most of the clothes I buy hang off me as if I was a scarecrow.” She held up her thin wrist laughingly, and suddenly, Anshika felt a lot better.

Nowadays, what with Padma complimenting her nearly every day (and her attempting to do so back despite her shyness), god knows she felt so much more comfortable in her own body, not so pressured to conform to the unrealistic standards all over the place.

4) You call me cute names

“Ay, meri jaan.” Padma swung a hand around her shoulders easily as they walked through the corridors, flashing her a cheesy smile. Anshika had blushed, and then returned the hug. “Good to see you too, Padma.”

“Sweetiepie, I don’t think that’s how you do it.” Leaning over her maths book as she explained a problem to her.

“Of all the things, you call me ‘sweetie pie’?” Anshika had deadpanned, brushing her away teasingly. “You lovesick fool.”

“You’re so smart, babe.” Pouting as Anshika corrected her Hindi homework.

“What’s all this ‘babe’, ‘cutie’, ‘meri jaan’ stuff?” Anshika asked her one day, amused. “If you focused so much on schoolwork as you did on giving me nicknames, you would be top of the class.”

“I want to give you nicknames that are as cute as you!” she had beamed. Winking at her slyly, “what do you think, meri jaan?”

After that, Anshika couldn’t find it in her to refuse the nicknames.

What was the newest one? Oh yeah, bantu or something equally cutesy. She would never admit it to Padma, not in a million years, but she adored the effort she put into finding her new nicknames almost every day. It was a lot more than just liking the names. It was one of the biggest reasons she was falling more and more in love with her every single day.

5) You give nice hugs!

The number of times Padma kept hugging her was uncountable, and although Anshika had never really liked hugs – these hugs were different. Warm and comfortable, and something about them felt just like coming home.

Anshika looked at the sheet again. It didn’t feel like enough. She always wanted to give Padma more love, more and more so she really knew how much she was appreciated and loved.

5 + 1) You send me memes at 3am whenever I can’t sleep

After all, if that wasn’t the indicator of true love, then what was?

With three minutes left until the end of class, Anshika flicked the note back over to Padma. Sure, she felt cringe, but it was all worth it when a smile lit up her face, as bright as a thousand suns.

of course, for 5+1 i just had to put memes at 3am. would i even be a tumblr user if i didnt???

#gay #lesbian #desi lgbt+ fest #indian kahani #indian-kahani #avani writes #anshika x padma #anshika #padma #i actually kinda like this one #now that i've written it #time to go back to my cave #thanks for all the support #thanks for all the love #wlw in writing?#i hope i'm representing these well #trying my best to be respectful as possible

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feralbatty · 2 years

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Erlebnisse: II- Tuhka

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Oc

Summary: Aemma and Aemond seem closer than ever after the events from the dragon pit. Ser Strong takes an interest in the princess’s affairs. She joins her grandfather(s) in watching the boys train. Tensions rise leading to a teary farewell. Rhaenyra makes a life changing decision. Everything ends in fire.

A/N: thank you for all your support! I’m glad you guys enjoyed part one :) again, sorry for any misspellings

warnings- long, angst and death

ps. I watched the finale 🙃

Tuhka- ash(residue after burning)

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The two children had separated once they made it to the Keep. Their trek through the city was uneventful as they walked hand in hand, cover in ash and dirt, smelling of dragon. Neither spoke, still processing their near-death experience in the pits.

Aemond was rue to let go but did none the less. Remembering the princess’s words from earlier he tilted his gaze up and broke the silence. “You said you had a surprise for me? What is it?” His niece stopped in her tracks and turned back towards him.

“Tonight. Our spot.” She said simply. A radiant grin bloomed on her face that had the prince’s heart flutter. He nodded and agreed. Tonight. Under the Weirwood tree.

“Off to training then?” Wanting to shake the fear off she opted to clasp her hands behind her back. Aemond dipped his head again.

“Gonna change first.” He gestured simply. “You?” He didn’t want to leave her company but the two of them were distracted. Heavy thoughts weighing on both.

“I think I’ll do the same. Then I’ll visit Helaena.” He hummed in acknowledgment. Aemma was the only one besides himself that enjoyed spending time with Helaena. His mother did her best but he’d seen the way her eyes would glaze when Helaena would speak in riddles and not meet her gaze.

Instead of running away from his sister, Aemma encouraged Helaena. She’d keep her violet gaze on the elder princess even when she’d shy away. While Aemma didn’t particularly like insects she’d run a finger across them as Helaena fawned over the little beasts. She’d listen with genuine interest when his sister would babble nonsense and she’d do her best to decode the riddles her aunt would come up with. Often he’d find Aemma running up to his sister’s chambers with cupped hands to show Helaena an interesting bug she’d found while out. Not that the cringe of discomfort was lost on him when the creature began to crawl about.

He was eternally grateful that Aemma extended her kindness to Helaena. That the younger treated his sister with respect, care and attention that he believed she deserved.

“Tonight then.” He broke out of his musing. The princess nodded in agreement and said her goodbyes before running in the opposite direction. Completely unladylike, he smirked as he watched her. He was sure he heard a maid or two exclaiming after her. —————————————————————-

“I was beginning to worry about you.” Rhaenyra welcomed her daughter as she pushed through the doors. “The boys looked completely forlorn but they wouldn’t tell me what happened.” Straight to the point, even when exhausted, her mother. Rhaenyra gestured for Aemma to join her as she fed Joffrey.

“As they should be.” Aemma huffed and sat down, leaning into her mother’s warm side.

“What happened this time?”

“They pulled another cruel prank on Aemond.” Aemma was absorbed in watching her baby brother. He’d pulled away and yawned his sister gently brushed her finger down his soft little nose. “I put them in her place.”

“Ser Strong and Laenor were about to form a search party for you. They were worried.” She kissed her daughter’s forehead and took a deep whiff, smelling the musk of dragon and…smoke? “That doesn’t explain why you’ve been gone so long.”

Aemma wouldn’t add to her mother’s concern by telling her she was almost devoured by Dreamfyre. Instead she shrugged her shoulders before peeling herself off her mother and standing. “I was with Aemond.”

Her mother kept a steady gaze on Aemma. “You spend almost as much time with him as you do with your brothers.”

“Should I not?” Aemma asked with big curious eyes. She blinked away from her mother to head to her room, leaving the door open so they could continue. She changed into a cream and cold dress with blush silk sleeves. Her tri-gemmed necklace stayed across her collar but she switched her silver Velaryon belt for a matching silver bracelet.

Rhaenyra stared down at her newborn’s sleeping face in her daughter’s absence. She didn’t want her children dragged into her silent war with the Queen. She’d opted to shield her children from the rumors and courtly pettiness. Therefore, she kept her silence and worries to herself. “He’s lucky to have such a loyal friend.” Was all she softly replied.

The moment was interrupted when the Commander barreled through the doors. His dark ringlets seemed a mess like he’d been running his fingers through it. Thick chest rising and falling like he’d been running, his wild blue eyes were locked on Rhaenyra.

“She still hasn’t been-“ Aemma wander out of her room and peered curiously at him. “-found. Princess!” He righted himself to a proper stance. He’d felt like throwing up when the boys had returned without their sister in tow. Neither of them would meet his or their mother’s eyes when questioned. Harwin had shared a look with Laenor, both men agreeing to go out and search for the princess. Each moment not finding her had filled him more and more with dread. Knowing the last place she’d been in was the dragon pit of all places! “Where have you been!” He demanded. Fatherly protectiveness took over respectful distance.

Aemma shifted her wide eyes to her mother before looking at her slipper-covered feet. She hadn’t realized her absence would cause such a disturbance. Shame took over at worrying them.

“She was safe, with Prince Aemond.” Her mother interjected in her defense. Harwin let out a heavy breath and ran a hand through his hair again. “All is well, Ser.” He blinked and nodded. Not quite satisfied but he was cooling.

“Right. Well, I’ll just, um.” He was at a loss now that his adrenaline had run it’s course.

“Perhaps you can escort the princess?” Rhaenyra once again saved the moment. “I believe she’s going to see princess Helaena, is that right, love?” She nodded to her daughter.

“Yes.” Aemma replied quietly. Not quite sure she was out of the woods yet.

“Of course.” Another breath. “Princess.” He bowed his head in waiting for the girl. Aemma approached her mother and gave her a sweet kiss to the cheek before kissing her brother’s fuzzy little head. She walked past the knight and waited dutifully for him at the door.

Rhaenyra gave him a reassuring smile and he bowed to her. “No more disappearing acts, Aemma!” She called after them. —————————————————————-

The two were tense as they made their way to the princess’s quarters. Harwin still calming after the scare of almost loosing his daughter Aemma. Aemma still felt the man’s nerves which ebbed into her making her stiff.

“Apologies, princess.” He finally said. She’d jumped at his voice after the stark silence. “I forgot myself. I was just- worried about your safety.”

She looked up at him. “It’s alright, Ser.” Quiet again for a beat. “Maybe you can train me like Jace and Luce? Then you wouldn’t have to worry!” Child-like innocence. Wanting to ease the man with simple conclusions. It warmed him and had him huffing a chuckle.

“I think your mother would find that very disagreeable.” He said through a smile.

“I don’t think so. She’s talked about how much of a great warrior Visenya was! The warrior-Queen of the Conqueror!” The princess balled her fists and striked a pose before continuing. Harwin let out a laugh.

“I suppose.” He stopped them. “First lesson then.” She turned to him. He unsheathed his sword, serious frown on his face now. Aemma marveled at the steel’s shine in the sunlight. He reach the blade out to her. Glad they were in a quiet hall, if anyone saw he’d be uncloaked and exiled immediately.

Aemma tentatively reached her tiny hands to grip the blade’s hilt. Harwin still kept his hand on the heavy blade but allowed her to feel most of the weight. “It’s so heavy!” She furrowed her brows in effort. “It makes sense since you’re so strong!” Unaware of the double meaning. “Are all swords this heavy?”

“No. There are some that are lighter. Some are heavier. A good sword feels like an extension of yourself.” His smile was so warm.

“Like dragons?” He chuckled.

“More controllable than dragons, I think princess.” He gripped the hilt again and carefully re-sheathed the sword. “If you’re serious on learning, you’ll get used to the weight of other swords. Until one is made for you.”

“You think I could have one made?” She exclaimed with stars in her eyes.

“Once you’re well trained, I don’t think there’s a smith in the world who could deny you, princess.” He watched fondly as she began to swing an imaginary sword.

“I want one made of valerian steel! Like grandpa’s!”

“Yes. I’m sure you’ll have a magnificent valerian blade, princess. One that will match Blackfyre and Dark Sister themselves.” She stopped and met his eyes again.

“Do you promise?”

“That you’ll have a beautiful sword? I don’t see why not. When you are trained though.”

“Do you promise to train me, Ser Strong?” Aemma clarified. Harwin paused and took her in. Took in the serious of her amethyst gaze.

“I do, princess. I’d be honored to be your teacher.” A bright grin blossomed on her face. She nodded, satisfied with his answer.

And the two were off again.

Once they reached Helaena’s doors they were met with three of the kingsguard. Queen’s guard more like. Ser Cold stood rigidly just outside the doors. His dark gaze zeroed in on the Commander. He paid no mind to the small princess at his side.

“Ser Cole.” Harwin greeted first. “The princess Aemma-“

“Queen’s with the princess now, she doesn’t want to be disturbed.” Cole replied Cooley before looking away to stare at nothing in the distance. Seemingly dismissing them.

Aemma deflated at not being allowed entry. Harwin steeled himself, anger flaring up again at Criston’s disrespect. He’d be fine it was just him but not even acknowledging the princess? He grit his teeth and stepped forward. Cole stilled didn’t deem him with a look.

“The Princess Aemma Velaryon has come to see Princess Helaena.” Harwin’s voice was clear and powerful.

“And as I said, the Queen is with her now and does not wish to be interrupted.” The two men were face to face now. The other two guards were tense, readying for a fight. “Aren’t you due for the training hard, Commander?” Criston tilted his head with a smug little smirk. Harwin seethed.

“Aren’t you?” One of Cole’s dark brows twitched and he turned fully towards Harwin.

Aemma placed both her hands onto Harwin’s that gripped his sword tightly. The man clenched his jaw but didn’t look away from the other knight’s sneer. Aemma knew not even she could overrule the Queen’s orders. The only person who could was her grandfather, the King.

Wanting to defuse the situation, the princess squeezed Harwin’s hand. “It’s alright, Ser Strong. I can visit later.” Her little voice was almost a plead. “I’ll go see grandfather instead.” Mentioning the King had Harwin lean back, not submitting but adhering to the girl’s wishes. Criston smirked at his ‘victory’ with vicious glee shining in his eyes.

“Yes, Ser Strong. Listen to your princess Velaryon.” Nearly hissing the name. Harwin’s glare couldn’t get any more deadly at Cole. Instead he appeased to Aemma and turned away. His jaw was clenched and knuckles white. The princess hurried to follow his long strides, turning once back to catch Ser Cole’s lip curling at her.

Finally out of earshot of the Queen’s guards, Aemma piped up. “He doesn’t like me.”

“Don’t worry yourself with the likes of him.” Harwin snarled, not at her but still simmering from the confrontation. Aemma looked up at him with worry. He was too distracted to notice so she gently wrapped her hand into his. The boiling of his blood cooled almost immediately and he breathed deeply to contain himself. “The King will most likely already be at the training yard. When we get there watch how the boys move. Later I’ll test you to see what you learned, hmm?” He shifted the subject to distract Aemma and himself.

“Ok.” She was still quiet but squeezed his fingers in thanks.

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“Ah, Princess.” It was the Hand that saw them first. Viserys turned at Lyonel’s voice his weariness brightened at seeing the girl. “Happy to have you join us.” She skipped up and curtsied to the two men both smiling fondly. Lyonel’s eyes met his son’s and noticed the fire still burning in them. “Alls well?”

Harwin nodded with a tight-lipped smile. “Of course.”

Aemma hugged her grandfather around the neck. The King kissed her on the side of her head. “Excited about your new brother?” Viserys had enough strength to lift the girl onto his lap so she’d have a better view of the yard.

While the two royals conversed, Lyonel stepped closer towards his son. “You alright?” Harwin glanced down before fixing his eyes on Aemma as she smiled at her grandfather. His jaw clenched again.

“The princess wished to see her aunt but we were denied. Queen’s orders. Cole’s carry out.” His father’s brows furrowed in concern.

“He refused the princess?” His voice was low so only his son could hear.

“Didn’t even acknowledge her.” Harwin ground out. Sapphire eyes tracking each of the girl’s facial expressions. The way her eye’s squished when she smiled. When she scrunched her nose, mirroring her grandfather, when they teased one another. The way the sunlight made her eyes as pale as lavendar.

“Gods be good.” Lyonel breathed and shook his head. He looked back at the King and princess. “That will be dealt with, for now, keep your cool when you’re down there with him. You know they are just waiting for us to slip.” Harwin nodded tersely and finally met his father’s eyes.

“Of course.” Lyonel nodded. “Your grace, princess.” He bowed his head at the two. Viserys dipped his head in return while Aemma’s smile grew even wider.

“What do you say.” Viserys reminded the girl. “Thank you for escorting me, Ser Harwin.” All rosy cheeks and genuine eyes. Harwin bowed again with a ‘my pleasure’ before he began down the steps into the yard. Lyonel returned to his place behind the King and Aemma leaned over the stone railing to look down at the princes. Viserys had a hand on her side to steady her.

Luce was the first to look up and see her. His brother and uncles were too busy tightening the straps of their padded armor or familiarizing the weight of their practice sword. He still felt ashamed in meeting his sister’s eyes but her smile encouraged him.

“Aemma!” He called and waved up. She reciprocated, bouncing on her toes. Jace and Aemond’s heads shot up while Aegon rolled his neck and squinted into the sun. Jace waved as well, Aemond lifted a hand in greeting.

Criston sauntered into the yard, pulling on a glove and no longer in the heavy guards armor. Harwin had removed his cloak and folded it onto one of the benches in a corner. Cole would be leading today’s lesson. Harwin already felt his hackles raise just seeing the man again.

“Right. We’ll start with warm ups!” Cole boomed. The boys began going through the motions of swiping their swords through the air. Loosening up their shoulder muscles and getting comfortable with their weapons. Cole and Harwin circled and assessed their movements.

Criston was quiet when he corrected the white haired princes but yelled out when the darker princes made a mistake. The wooden sword in the knight’s hand was gentle as he lifted Aegon’s arm or shifted Aemond’s leg. It smacked the ground loudly as he barked at Jace and Luce. Never hitting them but getting too close for Harwin’s taste.

Aemma watched intently. The King explaining the what’s and why’s from behind her. He and Lyonel were keen to answer each question she had.

“Why such an interest, my little one?” Viserys voiced both of their question.

“I want to be a knight too!” The men shared a chuckle. “Like Visenya!” She continued undeterred.

“Ah, you’ll be the realms’ protector, then?” Viserys felt lighter in his granddaughter’s pure company.

“We’ll never have fear of war under the princess’ protection. I feel safer already!” Lyonel joined in good naturedly.

“Aerion and I will keep guard at the gates! No one will dare challenge us!” She exclaimed. Both men laughed at her pep.

“The Lady of Dragonstone and the Nightshade! Fearsome titles, princess.”

“I have no doubt of my granddaughter’s ambition, Lyonel.” Both men in high spirits. Aemma was distracted by the gold signet on Viserys’ finger’s upper joint. She held his aging hand and rubbed a thumb over it, tracing the carvings. He quieted and observed her curiosity. “It belonged to your grandmother. Your namesake.” He nodded at the ring when she’d turned to him. “The last thing I have of her, save your mother.” He smiled almost sadly at the thought of his first wife.

The three were shocked out of the reverie with a commotion down below. Aemma had leaned forward with her grandfather while the Hand moved around them to get a better view. Ser Strong was on top of Ser Cole, pounding down onto the man’s face. It took two knights at the King’s insistence to tear Harwin away. Cole was left sputtering on the ground but Aemma saw the flash of his white teeth in a victorious, bloody grin.

Viserys nodded to his Hand behind Aemma’s head. “Come, Aemma, let’s get you and your brothers back to your mother.” The princess was filled with concern but conceded and hopped down from his lap. She held his weathered hand as a servant came up behind him and pushed his chair, ushering the two away while the Hand took care of the mess below. He dismissed the princes from their training. —————————————————————- Their rooms were deadly quiet when everyone had returned.

One of Rhaenyra’s maids had alerted her of what happened in the training yard. She rushed the hidden tunnels to find Harwin but instead caught the ending of Lyonel chastising his son. She took to her private chambers to catch her breath and collect her thoughts. Her maid was waiting with a cool cloth to ease the pain on her breasts. She’d just sat down to think when Laenor and his knight Qarl came singing through the door. She’d dismissed the knight entertained her husbands drunken ramblings of war. When he uttered the craving to return to sea and join the fight, she broke. Their conversation was unhelpful. She ended up commanding him, something she never wanted to do, to remain and support their children through, what would be, a storm.

After Laenor sulked off she took a few more moments before starting towards the children’s rooms. Mind foggy with Lyonel and Harwin’s conversation and the implications that would follow what had happened in the yard. She made her way to her doors and was met with her children’s three small faces. Each with a different set of emotions.

Lucerys looked shaken at the whole ordeal. He’d not been as observant as his older siblings. He didn’t understand why Ser Strong had attacked Ser Cole. All he knew was there was deadly intent coming from the knight that was strangely close to their family. His bright blue eyes were wide when they met his mother’s. Had he done something wrong? Why did Ser Cole say those things and why had Commander Strong attacked so angrily? So many questions swirled around the boy’s mind but he just wanted his mother to hold him. Rhaenyra’s second son rushed to his mother and wrapped his arms around her waist. Hoping if he squeezed enough he’d be able to seep some of her strength.

Jacaerys was frowning. There was hurt, betrayal and a smidge of self-loathing in his hazel gaze. He’d heard whispers when he wandered the Keep. Bastards. The eldest son had given these rumors little thought. Surely they weren’t true. His mother stood-fast that they were true born. His father treated them as his own children, he’d never felt that Laenor wasn’t his father. But Harwin Strong was always there. Now that the boy thought back, he was closer to their family than any other knight. He didn’t want to admit it, but Harwin was there more than Laenor. Sharing meals, staying later into the night and sharing stories. Watching them whenever their mother was away. Always escorting them personally despite being the Commander of the City Watch. Something in him screamed that maybe, maybe those rumors were true. He kept to his twin’s side, drawing and giving comfort. Their hands were laced tightly and he stared back at his mother needing answers.

Aemma had felt sick after the brawl in the yard. Her stomach was lead and her hands shook. Unlike her brothers she was naturally keen at court. The rumors hadn’t escaped her and instead of ignoring them, she embraced them. Yes, Laenor was still every bit her father. In name and action. But that didn’t mean Harwin couldn’t be either. He treated them so warmly and protected them with all he could. She saw the loving glances he shared with her mother. The way he marveled and held Joffrey so tenderly. He’d never refuse her hand when she reached for him. And she wasn’t blind. Her brothers were every bit his sons. This is not what had tears falling down her cheeks. Aemma knew that there would be repercussions. Ser Strong had taken the bait and returned with protective violence. In front of the King no less! Her grandfather could turn a blind eye but the court would not. All of this hurt her mother’s reputation and in turn, her claim. Her brother’s claims! There was no other answer than for Harwin to leave and Aemma didn’t want that. She had been hiding her tears in her twin’s shoulder and quietly dreading what was to come. She’d lose one of her fathers. Even if he returned to he King’s court it would be as Lord Strong, with a new family and true born children.

“Come.” Their mother held out a hand to her eldest children. Aemma felt Jace falter. He was angry their mother hadn’t told them the truth. He didn’t understand her reasonings and public denial. If anything they deserved the truth!

Aemma shook their joined hands in encouragement. After all, they weren’t the only ones losing someone they loved. Jace reluctantly followed and she lead him to their mother’s embrace. Rhaenyra held her three eldest as Joffrey babbled in his crib just steps away.

“Are you alright?” She asked the room. Jace was silent while Luce nodded into her stomach. Aemma wasn’t pressed into her mother, she was behind Jace with Rhaenyra’s hand on her head.

“He’s leaving. Isn’t he?” Aemma sniffled, watery violet eyes at her mother. Rhaenyra took a shaky breath. She needed to be their pillar right now. She could break in the darkness after.

What was supposed to be a reassuring smile was choppy and weak. Aemma saw through it and didn’t need her mother’s reply. The girl knew. Her eyes fell as their mother spoke. “Ser Strong is returning to Harrenhal. Where he will take up as Lord, as is his duty.” Both of Aemma’s brothers shot up.

“Why? He did nothing wrong! Ser Cole was-“

“He was saying untrue things and Harwin was just defending our honor!” Jace, despite knowing the truth now, wouldn’t tarnish Luce’s thoughts.

“I know, I know, boys.” Rhaenyra smoothed their chocolate locks trying to ease them. “The Hand believes this is the right action. Ser Strong attacked a member of the Kingsguard before the King. And your grandfather agrees.” The boys quieted.

“Will he say goodbye?” Luce finally asked. Rhaenyra tilted her head, lip wobbling slightly.

“Of course, he will.” She ran her fingers through his curls again, more to reassure herself. “He’ll be by soon.”

“He’s leaving today?” Aemma frowned.

“He and his father the Hand believe it to be best, he’d love.” Rhaenyra’s only daughter turned from them and paused. “Aemma.” She wanted to hold her daughter along with her sons. She didn’t want Aemma to internalize and mourn on her own.

But the girl stormed into her room. Leaving her family in silence. —————————————————————-

The princess was called to Council shortly after. She wanted nothing more than to stay in her chambers and be with her children. The topics discussed were dull to her, mind far away. Wanting to extend a bridge of peace to her former friend and attempt to squash the chatter that would no doubt plague her family after today, Rhaenyra proposed marrying Jace to Helaena. And she offered to gift Aemond an egg from her own dragon’s next clutch. Instead of being met with an answer, Alicent gestured to Rhaenyra’s leaking chest and the Council was closed.

It was a refusal nonetheless in her eyes. The princess rushed back to the company of her children. She spent the next few hours trying to distract her boys and every now and then staring at her daughter’s door. While Jace was still standoffish he was still at arms length. Luce was playing half-heartedly with his wooden knights and dragons. Joffrey was in her arms sleeping peacefully unaware.

A soft knock jolted the three of them. Both sons stared at the doors, frozen. Rhaenyra’s nostrils flared in emotion before getting up. Her sons followed immediately. Luce nearly crashed into her when she stopped and looked back at Aemma’s door. She took a breath and headed to her daughter’s room first. She knocked lightly, not receiving an answer. “It’s time, love.”

The door opened revealing her daughter’s puffy, red face. Rhaenyra breathed a soft ‘come love’. Aemma was a step behind, small bundle behind her back, as the five of them approached the door. Jace was the one to open them.

Harwin stood before them. No longer in the shining armor or golden cloak. Now he stood as a lord in travel wear. His eyes looked equally sorrowful. The group made room for him to enter.

Luce returned to his toys but wasn’t interested in was more for something to do. Jace was close to the man but just watched him as he lowered himself to a knee with Luce. Aemma was by her mother’s side with puffy and tired eyes. She took in the lord’s features. Wanting to commit them to memory. Rhaenyra gently swayed Joffrey as she too watched Harwin interact with the boys.

“Be good to your mother, lads.” He’d finally found words. Luce looked up to meet his eyes. “I’ll visit when I can.” He stood and turned to Jace. “But that may be some time.” Jace moved away from him to stand between his mother and twin.

Harwin continued towards the twins and Rhaenyra his blue gaze still on Jace. Aemma’s twin couldn’t meet his eyes but the man gently caressed his chin and dragged it up to meet him. “I will return. I promise.” He brushed his thumb on the boy’s chin. Jace nodded, finally returning Harwin’s gaze. The man’s brows furrowed in pain but he moved to Aemma.

Before he could open his mouth she launched herself into his arms. Arms wrapped as far and as tightly as she could. The bundle now in one hand. She squeezed her eyes tight and willed the tears to stop. He lowered to a knee again and she readjusted to hug his neck and cry into his shoulder. The ‘Breakbone’ arms wrapped slowly around her. She felt safe and loved in them. She never wanted to let go. Maybe if she held on tight enough he wouldn’t leave. They could all just keep living in their chambers away from court.

“Oh my sweet girl.” He breathed into her hair. His own blue eyes watering. Never did he want to see his Aemma cry. Let alone be the cause. It was tearing him apart to leave. “I will see you again, my little lady-knight.”

“I don’t want you to go.” She mumbled sadly into his jacket. “I-I don’t want to lose you.” She stuttered through cries.

“You’ll never lose me, my girl.” Whether his words were for her or himself it didn’t matter. It pained him to pull away. It felt like ripping out his own heart.

“I’ll come with you.” She sniffled and rubbed at her eyes with her free hand. Harwin cupped her face and brushed her tears away even when they just kept falling. He couldn’t even bringing himself to voice a no all he did was shake his head. “No, no I can! I’ll ride Aerion t-to Harrenhal and-and we can be…” Her words were choppy and growing more into cries.

“You have to stay here, sweet one. You have to watch over your mother and brothers. They’ll need you.” His breath caught in his throat. “Aemma. You must stay. Do this for me.” Her tiny pout wobbled, holding back a cry. He had to stand and distance himself or he’d cave and take them all with him. Everyone else be damned.

“Promise you won’t forget us.” She finally whimpered.

“I could never, my princess.” She pushed the object she’d been clinging to into his hands. It was a clump of dried lavender, wrapped around their brittle stems was her tri-colored necklace. The gems the color of his house. She’d always wore it proudly even before she knew what it represented.

His lids fluttered at the gift. The silent plea from daughter to father. All he could do in response was fix her with a loving, broken smile and bow his head. The girl nodded back. Jace closed in on his sister. She hugged his arm and he stood tall. Luce ran up to stand on her other side and held her empty hand. Harwin dragged his eyes from the three of them to Rhaenyra. He dropped to place a kiss on Joffrey’s head at the weak dip of her chin. “I will be a stranger when we meet again.” He whispered between the two, sad frown fixed on the infant.

Their mother could barely meet his eyes when he straightened. The pain the whole of them felt eating at her. Part of her wanted to join him. Take their children and hold up at Harrenhal. Surrender all responsibilities, all that was expected of her, the crown. She wanted her children to never have to go through this agony.

Harwin stepped back, bowed his head and uttered “Princess.” He strode away and picked up his sword and satchel. Then he was out the door. If he looked back he wouldn’t find the strength to leave.

Jace ripped away from his siblings and ran after him. Rhaenyra was behind. Her eldest stared after the man even when he was no longer in sight. Aemma and Luce quietly inched closer to the both of them.

“We will exchange letters by ravens. Won’t that be fun?” She was petting his hair to console them both. “Is Harwin Strong our father?” He didn’t look at her. Aemma saw the way she tensed. Jace turned, angry at her silence. “Am i a bastard?” He couldn’t stand still, shifting from one foot to the other. Aemma looked at Luce hoping he hadn’t heard their brother.

“Let’s go play, Luce.” She ushered her younger brother towards his toys. He did as she asked not bothering to make sure she was following. She turned back to her mother and twin standing closer now to hear what she said.

Rhaenyra looked back to see if the other two had heard. Thankful when it was Aemma and not Luce who stood behind her. She turned back to her eldest and ran a hand down the side of his face, holding his neck. “You are a Targaryen.” She nodded in assurance. “That’s all that matters.” She kissed his head and pressed him back into the room.

Jace brushed past Aemma to sit with Luce. Rhaenyra was glued to her place just outside the door. Conflicted and startled. Her finger tapped anxiously on Joffrey’s back in a tic. Aemma softly approached and placed her hand to stop her mother’s fidgeting. Rhaenyra closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. She steeled herself. Coming to what she needed to do. To protect her children. Even if it was just Luce and Joffrey, she would shield them. —————————————————————-

The maids were swarming about their rooms after Rhaenyra had rushed out. They were gathering clothing and essentials, packing them into chests. Aemma watched solemn from one of the couches her brothers by her knee no longer toying with their wooden figures.

“What’s going on?” Luce whispered. “Are we going somewhere?” “I don’t know.” Jace replied. Aemma felt a new surge of panic and looked out the windows. The sky was darkening.

“I’ve got to go.” She twirled on her feet and weaved through the servants. Jace and Luce calling after her. She’d seen her mother slip through a false panel in their wall enough times to know which one it was. Before sneaking through she turned to her brothers. “Don’t tell mom. I’ll be back, cover for me.” She looked at Jace. “Please.” Confused he only nodded in agreement. Luce looked back and forth between them.

Aemma barely cracked the panel and squeezed through. It was nearly too dark to see but she felt out with her feet. Somehow she’d find her way to the Weirwood Tree. The princess crept at the start, unsure if this was even safe but if her mother did it she could to. Fearing the hour was growing late and she’d leave Aemond waiting too long her pace grew into a blind run.

Finding a door and pressing her full weight into it, Aemma found herself in the courtyard. Somehow she’d wound her way in the right direction. Knowing it was a quick trip to get to the Tree Aemma broke out into a jog. She was incredibly tired. The emotions in one day was taking it’s toll. Finally seeing the white bark and red leaves she finally slowed. Aemond was leaning against the trunk with one of their favorite tomes spread open on his legs. He glanced up and smiled seeing her form.

The prince’s excitement ebbed when he saw her red eyes. He closed the book with a thud and got up to meet her halfway. Concern was written all over his face when he got to her. A hesitant hand rested on her shoulder. Aemond was taken aback when she crashed into him with a hug. He hugged her back immediately.

“What’s wrong, Aemma?” He felt her body shaking against his. “You’re shivering.” He pulled the both of them to the base of the tree towards the fire he’d been reading beside. Lightly pushing her away to look her in the eyes, Aemond took a breath.

She looked broken.

“H-he’s gone.” She sobbed in his arms.

“What? Who’s gone? Aemma!” He gently shook her to gain her attention.

“Ser Strong.” Aemma replied quietly making the prince frown in confusion.

“Why? Because of today?” He really wanted to ask why she cared but he wouldn’t push her. He patiently waiting for her to continue. Following her lead and but not wanting to leave her side. Aemma sat heavily and stared vacantly into the flames.

She adored Aemond but she wasn’t sure he’d understand. Even if he did she wouldn’t say the words out loud. She wouldn’t breathe life or truth into the rumors she already know he knew. She’d never undermine her mother. So she chose to change the subject with a sniff.

“My surprise.” She said turning away from the flame and her lamenting. He perked, noticing the switch but not commenting. He’d respect her. “Aerion and I will take you to Dragonstone, so you can claim one of the dragons there.” She smiled, hoping it looked genuine despite how empty she felt.

Aemond leaned back. “Dragonstone?” It made sense. There were several wild dragons that roamed the island. And there were dragons that had lost their riders years before. “When? Tonight?” His excitement was growing. “I can grab some supplies and…” He faded off seeing her state. “I mean. We’ll go when you feel better?” She reached out for his hand, he readily gave it.

“I promise you, Aemond.” He gave her a toothy grin.

“Shall we read then?” He turned to the massive book. While Aemma wanted more than anything to stay and pretend that it was like any other night they snuck to read together. She knew she couldn’t. When her mother returned and didn’t find her there she’d be angry. Today had taken a toll on all of them already.

“I can’t. I have to get back.” He nodded in understanding. “Tomorrow then.” He was chipper trying to make her smile or ease pain. “Tomorrow.” She agreed. “Good night, Aemond.”

“Good night, princess.” —————————————————————-

Aemma opted to not use the hidden tunnels back to her chambers. Not completely trusting she’d find her way as easily. She walked quietly through the sleepy halls instead. The last memory of Ser Strong deep on her mind. His promise to her and the boys of visiting. She felt solace in his acceptance of her gift. That he had a reminder of her with him.

“Princess?” Aemma looked up at her title. The knight who her father was friends with was standing across from her in the hall. He looked shaken and relieved. “Gods, Laenor! I found her!” He rushed to her. “Are you alright? Your parents have been worried sick.”

Laenor nearly ran to them. He was down on his knees hugging Aemma to his chest. “Thank the gods! Aemma, you cannot wander about the Keep at night!” He breathed into her hair. “Come, quickly.” He held her hand tightly and lead them towards the family quarters.

“Found her.” He said relieved. Rhaenyra was on them the moment she saw her daughter.

“Aemma. Where have you been!” She braced her daughter’s shoulders. Aemma took a moment to look around the room. It looked bare. Their toys were gone, blankets and shoes nowhere to be seen. Neither of her brothers were there.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re leaving. Come, love.” Rhaenyra all but dragged Aemma out.

“What? We can’t!” She stopped them. “”I promised Aemond! And what about grandfather and Helaena?” She wanted to fight but her exhaustion was taking over and she had little strength. Laenor scooped her up noticing the fight drain.

“We cannot stay here anymore, Aemma. We’re all going to Dragonstone.” Too tired Aemma nodded.

“What about Aerion?” “He’s already been prepped and is in the skies with the others.” Laenor comforted. Aemma tucked her head into his shoulder and sighed deeply. Her eyes were so heavy.

“I promised…” she mumbled into her father’s neck.

I’m sorry, Aemond.

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Boots crunched through the smoking ruins of Harrenhal. Pausing at the entrance to what must have once been a doorway. A cindering hand clenched around something shining. All that was seen under a pile of rubble.

The man leaned down to get a better look. He pawed at the gnarled finger bones, choosing to break them off to get to his prize. He ran a gloved thumb over it he ash revealing the three gemstones.

A sapphire, a ruby and an emerald. Inlayed into a small gold necklace.

He snickered to himself.

The golden bee pin on his chest glared in the firelight. @maximumcoffeeme

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