#visenya x torrhen

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

The Dragon and His Third Wife Masterlist

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Torrhen Stark (The King Who Knelt) and becomes the third wife and Queen to Aegon the Conqueror. Her first visit down south to meet the Targaryen King is one that leaves the young wolf to question everything. She comes to realise only one thing: Starks don’ t cope well down south.

The Pact of Ice and Fire

A Union of Ice and Fire

The Bond of Ice and Fire

The Kin of Ice and Fire

[thot-chi]

Aegon the Conqueror: marriage is also a way for bringing together houses. (Wiggling his eyebrows.)

Torrhen Stark:...You have two wifes...

Aegon: BUT NO HUSBAND (wiggling eyebrows with more aggression)

[gulnarsultan]

hi I hope you are fine can you please write yandere aegon the conqueror x stark! reader Where she forced the reader to marry him, and she was doing her best to be nice to him and help him, but he did not love her and he always ignore her , and when he finally realized that he loved her, she began to hate him and ignore him, just as he treated her before.

Hello. I hope you like it. If you want a happier ending, feel free to write.

" Scenario "

You were Torrhen Stark's only daughter. That's why you were the apple of House Stark's eye. You had a happier life than the day the three Targaryens conquered the land. All Kingdoms except Dorne had submitted to the Targaryens. Aegon chose you as his third wife when he was crowned. Your wedding was beautiful and lavish. However, your married life and your husband were not good at all. You were trying to be the best wife you could for Aegon. You were hoping to have a relationship based on friendship, even if there wasn't love between you. Despite months of trying, you had never been able to create a significant relationship between you and Aegon. You don't remember what exhausted your patience. Scolding you for his sister Rhaenys? His contempt? Falling in love with him right before your eyes? Or Aegon beating you because of a lie Rhaenys told? After Aegon beat you, you ran to your room, battered and in tears. You stopped when you saw the balcony in the hallway. You were trying to run and jump from the balcony, but Visenya caught you. That night you found solace in Visenya's arms. You've decided to make big changes in your life. You were only speaking formally to Aegon. You didn't approach Aegon unless necessary. You were acting as if Aegon didn't exist anymore. You spent most of your time with Visenya or alone. Aegon immediately understood the change. Thanks to Aegon's urging, Rhaenys told you all the evil she had committed against you. She came to you and apologized because of Aegon. Aenda had sincerely apologized to you and asked for a second chance. However, the spiteful and disgusted looks he encountered told him all the poisonous words you didn't say. Aegon was trying hard to win you over again. He confronted you when he found out about your moon tea order. You told him to get his beloved wife pregnant. You said you would only carry the children of a man she would love after she got out of this damn marriage. Aegon couldn't remember ever being hit so hard in his life. At Visenya's request, you agreed to become pregnant with Aegon's baby. After all, the King needed heirs. Before Rhaenys, you gave birth to three Princes and a Princess. You had more children over the years. You had a total of nine children. You were a good mother to your children and a good Queen to the Kingdom. The Targaryen line continues through your blood. Aegon the Conqueror's efforts to regain your love have been the subject of stories and poems. For centuries, bards have sung about the ice queen before whom Targaryen the Conqueror knelt.

[aelenavelaryon]

Aegon Targaryen x Reader (Visenya, Rhaenys x Reader)

Summary: 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥

Alyssa Stark didn't trust the new self proclaimed king and queens of Westeros. Specially not Aegon. She hated the way he believed himself above anyone else because he rode a dragon. Aegon didn't like Alyssa Stark either, she was too entitled in his opinion. She was polite with him and his sister and never spoke ill about him and his sisters. Not behind them nor with anyone but he knew she did not like him. He could tell.

Now, he didn't really know her, not had he never met her. It could be said the same about Alyssa. How could he know she was like then? And how could she know what he was like? A few lords had said that she would walk away at any given mention of him or his sisters. Aegon thought it might be the fact that she had to become a lady instead of a princess or queen in the future but Alyssa didn't care about status or crowns, she grew up to be a humble woman, perhaps her brothers were not but she was. She was loved by the rich and the poor all the same.

The only daughter of Torrhen Stark, the king who knelt. The young girl had been proud of her father for kneeling instead of endangering their people. She was only eight when it happened. It had been nearly seven years of Aegon's conquest and seven years of being king of the Seven Kingdoms. And she hadn't heard of him. Until he decided he wanted to visit the North, to finally see it for himself. By then, Rhaenys was with child. The first heir of the new king and queen. Visenya had chosen to accompany her brother.

King Torrhen and his family waited for the king. Lady Alyssa was sword training and simply lost track of time. Her mother, was not so pleased as she had explained to the king and queen that their stubborned daughter liked to train with a sword and often looses track of time. And it was no lie.

By the time she realized it was time for the feast, the feast was in full swing. Aegon had never met her, he had only heard that she was a quiet the beauty for a Northern girl. But, as soon as he laid eyes on her it was like falling in love for the first time. Aegon never loved his sisters. He married Visenya out of duty and Rhaneys out of desire. She had this strong beauty to her. It was entrancing, even Visenya would admit she was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. Or rather woman.

Her brother met her half way, explaining the introductions and welcome to her. She made it to the king and queens table. "My king, my queen" she said with a graceful curtsy and a soft voice. "I apologize for not being at your welcoming party. When I train I seem to loose track of time. I hope you take no ill meaning to me not being there" time had passed and she was over the whole conqueror thing and hating Aegon. She had come to the conclusion that this was for the best somehow some way.

The king nodded, being too stunned to speak. Orys, his brother eyed her, she was a pretty little thing. Unmarried too. He could ask for her hand in marriage. Visenya excused the girl who left with a nod. An hour into the celebration, a young lord from the North gave the girl a crown of blue roses. Her favorite. Visenya watched as her brother's eyes followed the girl all night. He watched her laugh, talk and smile. And she had managed to look graceful and more beautiful as she did it.

Alyssa made it over the kings table. Visenya thought she was coming to flirt with her brother as any other noble lady did as he was the king but, to her surprise she came for her. "Will the queen allow me a dance?" she asked stretching out her hand. Visneya was shocked, no one really paid her any attention. Aegon himself was shocked but he was more shocked as her sister smiled and took her hand.

The song was slow at first but as the second passed it became clearer they had to move. Visneya followed her steps and began to dance, allowing her feet to lead her. Most of the night Visenya was sat but near the end, lady Alyssa made sure the queen was sore the next day from all the dancing.

As the days passed, Alyssa and Visneya became friends. Alyssa liked to think they were. Even if it was a small bit of friendship. Visenya was amazed by Alyssa's skills with a sword. And that, made them closer. As her time to retuned to King's Landing neared, Visenya became sad, she was about to leave the only friend she had behind. Orys, had the idea to take her back to King's Landing and have her as a lady in waiting.

Soon enough, the Northern girl bid her goodbye and left for King's Landing. Visenya felt like she had a friend but as always, Rhaneys wanted Alyssa all for herself. Alyssa liked Rhaenys but not as much as Visenya. After helping Rhaenys she would go and find Visenya the two would train and gossip about the latest gossip of the capital. Visenya became pregnant a year after Rhaenys and Alyssa stood by her side every step of the way, she even protected her when assassins tried to kill her, risking her own life to save her queen.

Aegon's infatuation grew since. It was like a magnet. Visenya and Rhaenys watched it happen. Aegon tried everything to woo the girl who always rejected him in a kindly manner. "My king, please. I just wish for you to leave me alone. I am loyal to my friends. Queen Visenya and Queen Rhaenys" she said as the king had corner her once again. He moved out the way, letting her walk by. Visenya, like Rhaenys gave birth to a boy. And to her fear the maester claimed her unable to bear another child, just like Rhaenys. Visenya cried in Alyssa's arms as Rhaenys had done the year before.

Aegon knew he had to take a new wife. He needed daughters and what better match than Alyssa. The letter reached her father who agreed. Who was he to deny the king? No one. Visenya was angry at her brother but then, she realized this was a good idea. Alyssa would never have to go home and marry a lord who would've taken far away from her. Alyssa herself was angry and shocked at the same time. Why were the Gods so cruel? Why her? Visenya and Rhaenys explained the good outcome. They would never have to be separated ever again. She was ten and six when she married Aegon in the year eight. Then, a year later, she gave birth to a son. Aerion.

Not soon after she gave birth again. This time, a girl. Aegon Targaryen wept tears of joy as did his sisters. Valaena Targaryen, future queen of the seven kingdoms. In the year twelve she gave birth again, this time twins. Lyanna and Lysanne Targaryen future wives or Maegor and Aerion. In the year fifteen her last children were born, Daemion and Dyanna.

Aegon watched from his balcony. He knew his wives loved him but a part of him knew neither Visenya nor Rhaenys would ever love him as much as they loved Alyssa. Alyssa Stark had been a blessing in disguise. She came into their lives at the right time. Rhaenys and Visenya would often say they would have not survive without her. She made sure they made it after knowing they would never have any more children.

Aegon was content that she gave him the children he wanted. The family he always wanted. Rhaenys sat with Visenya as the two watched the children. Aenys was ten, Maegor nine, Aerion eight, Valaena seven, Lyanna and Lysanne five, Daemion and Dyanna two.

Alyssa gave him six children. Four of them daughters. And the king loved his sweet girls so much. As much as he loved their mother. As he watched he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. "What does my king think about?" Alyssa asked. "About how much he loves you. About how much he loves his children. His sisters" he replied as he pulled her in for a hug. "They love you as well" she replied as she laid her head on his chest.

Visenya and Rhaneys looked their way and smiled at them. He knew Alyssa didn't just warm his bed but his sisters too. He didn't care though, she made them happy. The three of them. She didn't just gave him the daughters he always wanted and more. She gave his family the life they all needed to truly be happy. The Targaryen siblings had never known this much peace. And, Alyssa Targaryen brought Dorne to King's Landing. Stating that one of her children's children would marry the heir of Dorne to create and alliance, giving Dorne what they merely wanted. Peace.

[daenystheedreamer]

do you think if asoiaf was about the conquest there would be anti-rhaenys visenya stans and anti-visenya rhaenys stans. do you think aegon x orys yaoi would be the top ship in the fandom and they’d have like intense drama with the orys x argella girlies. house gardener v house tyrell discourse that becomes a classism and elitism issue. i know the torrhen x aegon fans would be fun. sharra x visenya marriage AUs.

[misguidedasgardian]

The Winter Sun (EPILOGUE 2)

Into the future, part I

MASTERLIST

Summary: Twelve more years had gone by, and you travel South to attend a celebration in King’s Landing with all of your children

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader 

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, implied smut, talk about war, implied sexual assault, bullying, fluff, and a bit of angst, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.2 k

Notes: HERE IT IS! A while ago I published that I had written a fluffy but heartbreaking scene, AND IT IS IN THIS CHAPTER!!!! Sorry for the long wait though! HAHA, but it is here. RHAENYRA HAD HER VISENYA! SURPRISE!  * GO TO THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE TO SEE THE AGES OF CHARACTERS IN THIS CHAPTER*

12 years later

You were certain that you had given birth to the most handsome young men in all of Westeros. Rickon was handsome, like his father, rough on his features but in a classic way, but Jonaerys? He was beautiful. 

His silver curly hair, his sharp eyes with the color of ice, his beauty was ethereal 

Your youngest children still had their child features, it was too soon to tell, but to you, they were all beautiful, the most gorgeous children Westeros had ever seen, but perhaps you were being biased 

That is what occupied your thoughts in your long journey South

You had left your home two weeks ago, and you were too soon, if not by the end of the day, to reach Harrenhal. You had been invited to the Red Keep, it was unclear why, but you had heard tourneys and celebrations were being held, not clear as to the reason, perhaps you, to celebrate you all being in the capital. Perhaps we all need a good reason to celebrate besides marriages, births, and name days

You had decided to take all your children with you, leaving Sara, and her three kids in Winterfell, because there was always must be a Stark in the capital of the North

You saw your children riding their horses in front of you, Cregan and you in the back, he had said that is the position the alfa wolves held, in the back, protecting his pack from this perspective, the thought made you giggle.

Soon it was time to set up camp, when you rived, the squires and soldiers had already set the tents and a big bonfire for your entire household.

You descended from your horse, as did your children.

Rickon was stuck to his father’s side, who was trying to teach him everything he could, you knew it was a concern of Cregan, he was getting “old”, not to you of course, but, he was growing concerned that his eldest son wasn’t ready in case something horrible befall him. 

“When we get back Cregan, you are going to marry Jayne Manderly”, said his father, Rickon only nodded

“I had been betrothed to Jayne Manderly since we were in our mother’s wombs”, he laughed, Cregan smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder, and then one in Jonaerys who approached him. 

“You were”, he said proudly, “and you…”, he chuckled, looking at his second oldest son, “maybe we can arrange something for you in King’s Landing, uh?”, he blushed but nodded

“Yes father”, he said energetically. He wanted to make his father proud, but really… still with the doubts clouding his mind

Cregan looked at Jonaerys, trying to read his mind, but it was hard, he had notice that the last couple of months, his silver haired son had been distant, specially with him, he sometimes found him following you around like a puppy, it was unusual as he always was with Rickon, training, hunting, sneaking off to Winter’s Town… He talked to you about it and you did answer him that you did think something was different in him, like he became overprotective over you, but you guessed it was because of the coming trip. 

Cregan smiled as he saw Torrhen signaling to Rhaenys what they were talking about, his big brother’s coming wedding

“You are never getting married are you? you are never leaving your old man”, Cregan signaled to Rhaenys, the girl only giggled, “my little girl, you are going to take care of your old father until I’m gone?”, she shook her head without stopping smiling, and Cregan feigned being really hurt, placing a hand over his chest

“I want to get married”, the twelve year old girl signaled, and that did break Cregan heart just a little bit, no poor bastard is ever going to be good enough for his little girls. 

“Robyn!”, he called, her little girl who was your spitting image, but with his coloring came running towards him

“I’ll take care of you papa!”, she giggled 

“That’s my girl”, he knew the real reason she said that is because she didn’t want to get married at all, she was very vocal about that, she was his little spitfire

The sun soon fell over the camp, and once you were installed in your tents, you gathered around the bonfire to eat what the hunting party had brought 

Were you concerned about the trip to the Red Keep? Yes, you know better than anyone how terrible it could be, how mean the people were, but you needed to think that now it was different, different times, different monarchs. 

And your children were… different from who you were, you needed to believe they were going to be fine. 

And at night you cuddled with your husband in your tent, playing with the silver hairs in his beard, he was getting snow up there if you knew what that meant

He believed he was getting old, but to you he was only more and more handsome 

“Mmmm”, he purred under your touch, “really, needy one?”, he chuckled

“I’m the needy one?”, you teased

“Oh I know how you get on trips”, you laughed 

“me!?”, you laughed

“Oh yeah, Rickon was made in dragonstone, Torrhen when we went to White Harbor… Orys on that trip to Bear Island, the girls on Castle Black… when we went to try to fly over the wall…”, you giggled 

“Well, there is this thing to trips…”, he chuckled

“That our children cannot sneak into our bed”, you giggled

You kissed, deeply.

There was something about trips that turned you on…

The very next day, you rose early, you were close to King’s landing and you wanted to arrive already. You were proud of how well your children were fairing, you brought a carriage just in case, but they preferred to ride their horses alongside you. 

You braided Rhaenys’ hair, and with Robyn too, by your side. You kissed the side of her head lovingly, you loved your girls

“I can’t wait to get to the big castle”, signaled Rhaenys, and Robyn only cheered her on, you only smiled, “are they more dragons?”, you nodded

“There is Syrax, the Queen’s dragon, there is Vermax, prince Jacaerys dragon there is Caraxes, the King consort Dragon”

As on que, your dragons flied over your heads

Rickon’s dragon never hatched, but Jonaerys’, Rhaenys’, Robyn, Torrhen… they did. Cregan grew scared, five dragons growing in the North

And all your children became Dragonriders

Rhaenys’ especially at Cregan’s horror, since he believed she wasn’t going to be able to control ehr beast, but she did, better than all of them, she had a secret language, palming her dragon’s spine with certain gestures.

Her dragon was beautiful, silvery light blue with dark blue markings, slim body and long neck, she was the fastest one.

Not like Karnax, Jonaerys’ dragon that took after Vhaelar, only with dark black markings, Robyn’s dragon was deep purple, they shone greenish under the sunlight, and Torrhen’s was of a beautiful copper color

Soon the march began again, and by midday, the burnt towers of Harrenhal appeared in your eyesight, you tried no to look too much, painful memories came flooding back, and Cregan reached for you over the space between your horses.

“Are you alright?”, he whispered, you only nodded

“Let’s have some food and then let’s keep going”, you whispered. Since the war the castle had been empty, since the fall of house Strong, so you really didn’t have the need to pass inside it to pay your respects, only warn ahead of the arrival of a large northerner commitive. 

So you tried to distract yourself from such gloomy sights.

But your son… noticed everything, noticed your face, what Cregan said to you… and that only made him approach his father, with the castle on their sight

“Who is my real father?”, he asked hastily, like he was going to lose the bravery to ask. That did take Cregan by surprise, he knew something was different about his son, but he never, ever, expected it to be this. 

“I am”, he said, but the seriousness in his eyes revealed to your son that he knew what he spoke of

“Yes, of course you are, I mean…”, his voice trembled and he struggled to meet his eyes, he closed his gray ones, “I mean that… we were studying the civil war of the Targaryens”, he explained, “and how Aemond Targaryen took my mom”, he whined, “took her south and when you both returned, you came back with me”, he whispered, looking at the feet of the man that raised him and loved him, the man that he respected and loved

“My boy…”

“Mom suffered in his hands, did she not?”, he asked, finally looking up at him, “I am not deaf”, he said sadly, “I know what they whisper behind closed doors, I know what Aemond Targaryen did to my mom”

“She did”, he said truthfully, “but that doesn’t mean anything, we, her family, erased everything he did to her, we made sure of it, we healed her with our love, her children… are everything to her”

“I know, but…”, he took a second to think about what he was about to say, “I know you are my father, the man that cares for me and loves me, but, I wonder if the man that sired me… was Aemond Targaryen?”, he rephrased his question, looking into his father’s eyes

“No”, he said truthfully

“Father…”

“Your mother was already pregnant when I left to fight the war”, he said gently, “you have my eyes…”

“But what if…”, Cregan shushed him gently, cradling his face with his hands and looking into his eyes 

“I see myself in you every day and every time I look into your eyes I see your mother, you take after her”, he said gently, “we might never know who sired you but you are our son, my son, my second born male heir”, he said firmly, “you are a northerner, a wolf of Winterfell”

“I’m glad you are my father”, he said with shiny eyes and a choked voice

“And I’m glad you are MY son”, Cregan held his son against his chest, caressing his silvery locks, “and besides, I claimed you the minute you were born”, he felt his son choke in a laugh, “you are mine, I fought for you, and if he wants you he will need to crawl back from hell and kill me”, Jonaerys laughed, hugging his father tightly, and he kissed him in the top of your head, “you are mine, there is no doubt in my mind”

“Thank you”

You looked from afar with tears of happiness in your eyes, you did not hear everything, but you were happy they were this close.  

The rest of the journey went in without a hitch, Rhaenys was drawing everything she saw, when you stopped to rest, Robyn was sneaking out of the camp to go hunting with Rickon, Jonaerys and the rest of the men, Torrhen also scribbled in his leather notebook, and Orys, well, he was often a thoughtful boy, always wondering, looking around, lost in his thoughts, he collected rocks, branches of trees he had never seen before, and also leaves…making you smile.

And soon you could hear your children's gasps and cheers, as Rhaenys applauded, you could see King’s Landing, in all its glory, and the two greatest buildings that stood up from everything else, the Dragonpit and the Red Keep

“It’s incredible!”, cheered Rickon

“Wow”

“Look at the size of the Dragonpit”, of course you had tell them stories about the historic buildings, but there are no words to describe them in all their glory 

A comitive of royal soldiers were expecting you, dressing all in black and red, and a sense of familiarity invaded you. The late Queen Alicent had taken everything she could get her hands on, and for some time, everything you saw was green, and a seven pointed star, now everywhere you saw, there were statues of dragons, the Targaryen heraldry, and the colors red, black and gold also. 

You soon rode through the streets, soldiers interrupting everyone’s day to let you trough

When you entered through the huge gates of the outer wall of the Red Keep, you saw a comitive waiting for you, you recognized Rhaenyra herself, and Daemon, Jacaerys and Baela by his side, and young people, everyone was there, Young Aegon and Viserys, other young men with olive skin and silver hair, right next to Jacaerys, you guessed it was his son. A young woman, you guessed it, was princess Visenya. Lord Corlys was also present in the meeting. 

*See bottom of the page for the ages of everyone in this chapter* 

“Here comes Cregan of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North and his lady Wife, princess (y/n) Targaryen, and their children, the lords and ladies of the North, Rickon Stark, your son bowed as you taught him, “Jonaerys”, your other son followed, “Torrhen, Orys, and the ladies Rhaenys and Robyn”, and your girls bowed diligently

“My niece”, certainly bored with all of this, Daemon approached you and hugged you tightly 

And since the courtesy was over, you greeted your family like that is all they were, your family, you hugged your cousin the Queen lovingly 

“I’m so glad you are here”, she whispered

“I’m happy to see you all again”, you said back

“let me look at you boy, how big you’ve gotten”, Daemon said, looking at Jonaerys, who had grown to be the imagine of your father 

Corlys looked from afar with a smile on his lips, as he looked at the girl who was named in honor of his wife. Everyone in the Keep and in the family knew of her hearing problems. Nobody really cared, she was a beautiful, healthy young girl, he had also learn her sign language to be able to communicate with her, just as other members of her family, she had a fire like his dear Rhenys have had, and she was a dragon rider, he had cared for the girl from afar. 

She caught him staring and smiled brightly at him, she walked towards him and signaled a hello

“Hello little one”, he signaled back and Rhaenys was amazed that he knew how to. 

Jonaerys went to greet Visenya, who smiled at him

“So… you are the Valyrian Stark”, she said, and he blushed

“I didn’t know I was called that”, he chuckled, nervous

“You are sort of famous”, she giggled

“I have done nothing to deserve such a thing”, he said nervously

“Let's see” 

Rickon approach the prince of Dragonstone after his father Jacaerys

“Rickon”, he introduced, offering his hand, and he struck it back

“Baelor”, he answered with a shy smile. 

As it was the custom, a feast was being held, in honor of the guests.

The real reason behind the journey is that it was a plot between Daemon, Cregan, Rhaenyra and you, to let your children get to know each other, and also, because you wanted your children to be in touch with their targaryen ancestry, and maybe, just maybe, search for proposals for marriage for them. 

You saw with a smile as your older children were getting along with Baelor as you chatted with Jace by your side, telling you how his brother Joffrey was in Driftmark and couldn’t make the journey, as he was acting Lord of the Tides, how he had three children with a Velaryon. 

Then Rhaenya made a announcement, that in the celebrations of her name day, a week from now, this entire ten days were going to be filled with tourneys, parties, feasts, and people from all over the Kingdoms, and specially the great houses, were coming to the capital, to celebrate harvest and abundance the Kingdoms were enjoying.

A celebration of hope, friendship and especially peace, and you were here for it. Also to celebrate the name days of your twins, who might as well fly under the perception of the rest, but you still were happy to celebrate it with your entire family.

Your children seemed happy about it, and couldn’t wait to meet new people

Rickon was talking about how he could participate in the tourney, but you and Cregan had blatantly forbidden it, for Jonaerys as well. 

You were happy to be back, you no longer held bad memories about this place, everything felt brand new, and now because of the decor, but, everything felt different, all of it, the castle and the people within it.

this was a new beginning for your family.

The coming days were filled with excitement and preparations, people were arriving. You had the honor to be housed in Maegor’s Holdfast, you needed four rooms for only your family, Rickon and JOnaerys were going to be roomates, as well as Orys with Torrhen, and the twins, down the hall from your’s and Cregan’s rooms 

Everything around the castle had changed, and once you settled it was hard to find your children, who were always discovering new places, it took them three days to even get to know the main places within the Keep itself, they were like small children, scouting all day

But as the girls went to the huge gardens, promising they will not part ways from one another, the boys went deeper within the castle.

And by accident, they ended up in the dungeons

Jonaerys wanted to play the valiant one, and separated from Rickon, and soon he was lost.

This floor of the cells didn’t have guards, but torches were lit up all over, it wasn’t difficult to see, but the awful smell made his head spin. 

He wanted to turn back, but something prevented him, maybe sick curiosity, he would say he heard his name being called from inside one of the cells.

It was closed, but it seemed it was empty, he couldn’t see anyone inside, so he lean in curiously, grabbing one of the bars with his hands.

A boney hand grabbed it, making him gasp in surprise

“My son”, he heard, and Jonaerys screamed, taking a step back, releasing himself from that ghostly grasp, “I knew you’d come”, he whispered, and jOnaerys could see with horror a lean figure, with white hair and a purple eye, and another sapphire, but he was probably making it all up.

He ran, calling for his mother and father, he magically find the way out until he ran and crashed into Rickon, making the two of them fall in the middle of the main floor

“For the gods Jona”, moaned RIckon, rubbing his ass, “what is going on?”, but his brother was on the brink of tears, “what happened?”, but he shook his head

“Nothing, really”, he whined, “it’s just, the people down there, it was awful”, Rickon only nodded

“Are you alright?”, Jonaerys nodded

‘Yes, just… we can never go down there again”

“Deal”

Both stood up, Rickon grabbed his brother’s arm

“Remember the lessons about Aemond Targaryen?”, he asked, and Rickon nodded, he had replaced his missing eye with a sapphire, didn’t he?”

“Yeah”, Jonanerys looked back at the stairs leading to the cells, and shook his head, he could never go down there again. 

Characters and their ages… maybe its just me that is obsessed with this kind of thing haha

Reader and Jace are 36, Cregan: 48, Rhaenyra: 54, Daemon: 67 

Corlys: 76

Rickon: 17, Jonaerys: 16, Torrhen: 14, Orys: 13, Twins: 12

Visenya: 16

Jace and Baela’s son Baelor: 15

Viserys and Aegon: 20 and 17 

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A Stark Bride

Pairing(s): Aegon Targaryen x Stark!Reader, Aegon Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen x Rhaenys Targaryen

Warnings: mentions of inc3st cuz you know how targaryens be

Words: 2642

Summary: Aegon Targaryen reduced your father, Torrhen Stark, to a mere lord. The Targaryen conqueror had taken the title of king for himself. You wanted to depise them, those beautiful Targaryens with their lavender eyes and silver tresses. But they were beautifu. Terrifying and beautiful just like their dragons.

Silver hair. Rich lavender eyes. Dragons as large as the castle of Winterfell. Targaryen invaders. Your family had heard whispers of the Targaryens slowly making their way through the country, claiming everything as their’s. And now they had made it to the north. They had made your father, Torrhen Stark, bend the knee; surrendering his title as King in the North. A title that had been in your family for generations. Indignation rose in you but what could you do? You may have had direwolves but they were nothing compared to three dragons. To stay alive and ensure the Stark legacy went on, he had to agree to the terms. At least Aegon had still let him keep the north in his domain, naming him Warden. It was better than nothing. Well, that’s what your father tried to convince you; but even his words were laced with wounded pride at having to hand over the north to a foreign ruler.

The Targrayens, Aegon and his equally beautiful sister-wives, decided to stay to take in the splendor of the north; their newly conquered kingdom. Everyone was on edge at their stay, even more so with their ferocious dragons lurking above. You would admit though that they were beautiful creatures. Something you never thought you’d see in your entire life. Your own direwolf, Cerelia, was massive.

*

She was taller than you by two heads and was nearly as tall as Aegon himself. Their dragons were different though.

Beautiful and terrifying, just like their riders.

After Aegon announced that he and his sisters would be staying for a little while longer you kept to yourself and stayed mostly inside of your chambers or in the godswood. Cerelia being your constant companion. But you knew your direwolf needed her exercise and to stretch her massive limbs. It wasn’t fair to keep her locked up with you just because you didn’t want to see the faces of the people who stripped your father of his title.

Having made up your mind, you and Cerelia leave the castle and make your way out through the gates. Immediately Cerelia takes off in a run. You grin and follow suit. The two of you weaved between trees in a dizzying manner, the cold air burning in your lungs but how you loved the sensation. Mid-run you pounce onto Cerelia’s back; once she’s feels you seated she runs faster through the woods. You release a carefree laugh, feeling so giddy. It had been a while since you had last felt like that.

A screech from up above made Cerelia halt in her tracks, her bright yellow eyes lifting up. The earth trembled slightly as the screech became louder, closer. The Black Dread known as Balerion parts the trees to make his entrance. Cerelia steps back, hackles raised and the skin on her snout curling in a snarl. In an attempt to soothe her you run your hand over her night black fur. Ground shaking as Balerion finally landed you have to crane your neck all the way up to see his rider. Aegon.

“Fancy seeing you here Lady Stark.” He shouts from atop his dragon. Balerion lowers himself even more to allow Aegon to get off. His giant wings had caused the bordering trees around him to crack and bend, ultimately breaking them. Enormous trees that had been there since the First Men and the Children of the Forest. You feel your cheeks flare again with anger. This foreign king didn’t care about your land. Even less about the history.

Bristling a bit, you keep your tone cordial and cold. “I could say the same for you. Taking a gander of what you have won?”

His smile is light and you catch the shine of his eyes the closer he gets to you. “The north is truly a beautiful place. A bit too chilly for my comfort though.”

“You get used to it.” Recalling your manners, you get off of Cerelia. As you do so Balerion shifts and moves until his snout is mere feet from you. You panic and jump back a bit. To your surprise Cerelia doesn’t seem as concerned about the dragon being so close to you. Instead she swiftly goes in front of you and gives Balerion’s snout a sniff. She looks back to you as if telling you that you shouldn’t be such a chicken.

“It’s alright.” comforts Aegon. “He won’t hurt you.”

Hesitantly you ask him skeptically “You sure about that?”

“Not entirely. But your direwolf seems to be sure.” He points out as Cerelia now abandons you to go sniff Aegon. He chuckles as her wet nose prods at his neck and moves up to his forehead, giving his silver hair a lick and making it stand up. Balerion, seemingly wanting to get familiar with you as Cerelia was doing with Aegon, goes over to your frozen form as you stare at him with wide eyes. His whole entire head was simply enormous. Red eyes peer into you as he inhales and breathes out hot air into your face. With the confidence that only a huge creature such as himself could possess, he bumps his snout gently against your forehead. His scales are hot but not unpleasant.

Gingerly you take your glove off and stretch it out to press your fingertips experimentally underneath his chin. Unblinking red eyes close, content with your touch.

“He likes you.” Aegon pipes up finally, having been silent during the whole interaction. “He would never have let anyone else touch him.”

“I suppose I should be lucky then.”

“Lucky indeed.” When you turn your attention back to Aegon you find him smiling so gently at you that it makes your cheeks burn in an entirely different way.

You take note that his sisters are nowhere to be find. “Where are your sister? I never see one without the other.”

Absentmindedly, he waves his hand in the air. “They’re exploring as well. We all need our personal space. Now tell me, Lady Stark, enlighten me about the north.”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised at his request. He offers his arm to you and as if on cue, Balerion lifts back up into the sky. You shoot Cerelia a timid look. To reassure you, she slowly blinks her eyes.

Taking Aegon’s arm, you lead him through the forest. Telling him all about the north’s history. All that had been bred into you. All that you and your family were.

*

Compared to her sister, Rhaenys was much more mild-mannered. An easy-going personality that was hard not to like. Rhaenys had already managed to win a few hearts of the north when she wasn’t on Meraxes. It made the northern lords feel better about her brother conquering them. Everyone saw now why there was a reason that there were rumors of her being Aegon’s favorite. Not that she would ever admit it. She didn’t want Visenya to feel bad.

She felt something sour in her though when Aegon returned to Winterfell with the Stark daughter hanging off of his arm.

Of course she shared him with Visenya. That was the only exception. Seeing him with another woman, a conquered woman, well, Rhaenys didn’t like the sight of it one bit. Anyone that wasn’t Targaryen was beneath Aegon. To see the Stark girl with him wasn’t right. They didn’t go together.

Visenya followed Rhaenys’ jealous gaze. “The nerve of her.”

“Aegon doesn’t seem to be opposing.” Rhaenys notes with a dry mouth.

Folding her arms, she continues to watch the two with her sister. “I never took you for the jealous type.”

“You’re different.” she murmurs. “Aren’t you upset?”

“Of course I am. I would like nothing more than to feed that slip of a girl to Vhagar.” Visenya replies easily. “Tensions in the North are already high though. Aegon wouldn’t like it much if we were to make things worse.”

“They couldn’t possibly do anything to protest. We have three dragons. They know what would happen if they were to argue against us.”

Visenya arches a silver brow. “You seriously want to hurt her. Well well. This certainly is a new transgression.”

Her younger sister shrugs. “This has never been an issue before. Aegon has always been our’s. There is no room for anyone else.”

“It’s not uncommon for kings and lords to have mistresses though. It means nothing to them. Just another notch on their bed. Another conquered thing. Don’t let it get to you sweet Rhaenys. She means nothing to him. We are the wives. We are his sisters.”

Unlike Visenya, Rhaenys was ever observant in body language. She saw the way Aegon leaned in toward the Stark girl. How his smile was too warm and his grasp on her more than cordial. He was attracted to her. He wanted her intimately. Not just as a mistress. He wants her as a wife. As a permanent staple in his life.

You glare, partly blaming Cerelia for the time you had spent with Aegon. In that time your cold heart had thawed toward the conqueror. You found him more agreeable and were able to see the humanity in him. He would tilt his head skyward and smile at Balerion. Affection. He would touch the bark of the weirwood tree you had taken him to. Appreciation. He would gently run his thumb along the back of your hand. Want.

Blushing, you throw down Cerelia’s brush onto the straw strewn floor of the horse stables. She looks over to you. Faux confusion as you could already sense the smugness radiating off of her. “Why couldn’t you have growled at him like you do any other man that comes near me?” Moaning you sit your but down on the dirty ground, the sound of horses whinnying and the pounding of the blacksmith was soothing to your ears as you lean your head back. “Why couldn’t his dragon just eaten me.”

More importantly was the question of why you had felt your stomach flutter with energy when he would train those lovely lilac eyes toward you.

“Damn him.”

Cerelia walks away from you, large plume of a tail bouncing with each step out of the stables. You lean your head against your knees. Nothing good could come of this new found infatuation.

“What’s the matter, Little Wolf?”

Head jolting up you meet the beautiful face of Rhaenys, Aegon’s youngest sister-wife. Her long silver-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders as she leans into the stable you’re in. Her breasts heaved up by her arms as they rest on the stable’s door. Rhaenys’ face was a lot softer than her sister Visenya’s.

“N-Nothing.” You stand and with difficulty you add “Your Grace.”

“That must have been so hard for you to say.” She muses out loud.

“Pardon?”

“Well, you used to be princess here. Before we took over. You must have been used to others calling you ‘Your Grace’. Not the other way around.” Rhaenys says nonchalantly. “It must be hard to have been downgraded to ‘lady’.”

There was something you didn’t like about what she said. You knew it to be true, but the way she said it had a taunting tone to it. Like she was holding the fact over your head. You have to fight every instinct not to talk back. Never had anyone spoken to you like that.

You stood up as she opened the door to the stall you were in. Rhaenys was not much taller than you yet she still held authority as she sauntered toward you. The sound of her boots crunching the straw underneath makes you inwardly wince.

Her lips curl downwards. “It’ll take some time for you to learn your place.” The glint of a dagger draws your attention to her hand. “But don’t worry. I can help.” Slowly she lifts up her arm that’s wielding the dagger. Valyrian steel.

“Remember this Little Wolf, Aegon is far above you. He is your king now. Keep your distance.” In a blink of an eye, Rhaenys struck at your face. You hiss at the burn of the blade, the bite as it sliced open your cheek. She goes to strike again but is knocked down to the ground by Cerelia. Rhaenys’ arm is held tightly in Cerelia’s jaw as the Targaryen cries out for help.

“LET GO!!” She screams. You hear the shriek of a dragon off in the distance. Meraxes.

Your heart pounds violently in your chest. “Cerelia! Down!”

Cerelia contemplates for a moment, glaring down at Rhaenys before releasing her and padding over to you, giving off a menacing growl when Rhaenys scrambles to her feet and bolts out.

“Gods. . .” Fearfully you look at Cerelia. What would happen to her now that she’s harmed a Queen of Westeros? She licks at your bleeding cheek, trying to comfort your worries.

“Your direwolf harmed my wife. Your queen.”

“I want it dead.” Rhaenys says to her husband. “Look at what that beast did to me!” Sure enough as she rolled up her sleeve there were terrible teeth marks on her otherwise creamy skin. They would scar.

“You can’t let this impudence go by without a consequence.” Visenya adds.

Your father is right beside you, hand on your shoulder as you tremble. Cerelia is on your otherside, undisturbed by the fact that she might be executed. The black direwolf merely flicks her ears and snorts.

Torrhen speaks up. “I’m sure there’s an explanation for this Your Grace. Please. Cerelia must’ve been protecting (y/n), as she has always done. Maybe she mistook your wife as a potential threat.”

Visenya laughed with indignation. “Now he calls one of your queens a threat? How much more do you intend to offend us?”

“That’s enough.” Aegon tells his sisters, making them finally fall silent. Finally he turns his attention to you. “Explain yourself, Lady Stark.”

You can’t help it as tears spill onto your cheeks. The thought of them killing Cerelia just for protecting you. . . It was too much to bare. “Please Your Grace.” You fall to your knees and bow your head.

“Please spare her. Do what you will with me, but not Cerelia. She is the other part of me. Please do not hurt her. I will take full responsibility for what she has done. Just please don’t kill her.”

There’s a pause for silence before Aegon gives out his sentencing. “There is only one way to mend this wrong.”

You choked out a sob. He was going to have her killed.

“Rise (y/n) Stark.”

Your father has to help you up as your legs could no longer support you. So many memories with Cerelia flashed before your eyes. The day you found her. Nights when she was still a small pup and would curl against you as you slept. When you first realized that the two of you had a spiritual bond that you couldn’t quite explain.

Your Cerelia.

“You will make up the damage your direwolf has caused by becoming my wife. If you accept that term, then I will spare Cerelia’s life.”

“Aegon!” Rhaenys exclaims, throwing aside her chair in fury.

Even Visenya stands at this injustice. “You can’t possibly mean it!!”

You exchange a teary-eyed look of utter confusion with your father.

“I’m. . . I’m sorry Your Grace?” Torrhen stares at Aegon making the king smile.

“Yes. I wish to make your daughter my bride. My third wife. In exchange for the life of her direwolf.”

Well, you hadn’t exactly been expecting that. But you would take it. If it was to save Cerelia, you would become (y/n) Targaryen.

Wiping your face with the heel of your hands, you take a deep breath. “Okay. I accept your proposal.”

“Okay.” Aegon’s smile warms and you can’t help but feel that flutter once again in the depths of your tummy.

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Would you do a Aegon I x Stark!reader?

You didn't specify if you wanted this to be yandere, so it's just a regular oneshot.

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Fire in the North

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When the news of her brother’s submission to the dragon king reached YN, she portrayed no obvious emotion. But inside there was rage and hate. She hated the Targaryen lord who came to her kingdom, winning it not by any true action of strength but by his showing off of his beast. Deeper than her rage though, she had understanding. 

Her brother had to bend the knee for their people, that would make him seem weak but he only ever cared for his people. And she couldn’t truly despise the Targaryen for using his dragon as a means of intimidation, not when she had a large direwolf by her side doing the same. But her frustration snapped when she heard the man would come to her home in Winterfell to determine their terms of fealty. Not wanting some foreign man on a large beast to step on the land of her father. For the sake of her people she would swallow her anger. Many a man whispered that her brother should’ve fought, that he disgraced his name by kneeling, that even his sister would have rather died by the sword. YN knew that truly this was wounded pride and anger that some non first men descendant would rule over them. 

When Torrhen returned from the riverlands, head high, YN was waiting for him in the courtyard. YN’s wolf walking forth to bump her nose against Torrhen’s wolf. As he got off his horse and stood before his sister YN felt tears prickle in her eyes. Relief that her brother was alive, grief that her world was to change, and pity for the impossible situation her brother was placed in. The two hugged tightly, Torrhen let out a few tears into her shoulder as he whispered that he just wanted to keep everyone safe, YN rubbed his back to comfort him. Their reunion was cut short by the sound of a dragon roaring, the monster flew through the air and landed within meters of the castle. Torrhen pulled away to compose himself and YN hardened her expression. 

“Calm yourself YN” He whispered. 

“I will bite my tongue, for if I don’t I will most likely destroy what peace you gained.” YN said with a short temper. Icy tone biting the air. Snowstorm, her wolf, circled back to the woman. “Remain close to me Snowstorm, I’d rather not have a foreign king snatching you like he snatched this land.”

Torrhen sighed, and squeezed her hand for support. The foreign king finally made his way to the pair. He looked just as YN thought he would. Strange. His strange white hair, tall stature, and unnerving violet eyes. He reminded her of the stories of whites her nan would tell her. 

Aegon knew the north would be stubborn against his rule over them, his show of strength needed to be backed up by his terms for the north. He needed the north to know they had knelt. He thought that Visenya would like it here, if she’d visit. The land was fierce like her. When he approached the northern king, his focus shifted to the woman next to him. Her gray eyes, cold looking skin, and black hair was a type of beauty he was unfamiliar with. She was beautiful like the cold spring that shined over snow. But she gave him no kind look, her eyes glared at him, piercing his flesh like daggers. Next to her was a large wolf, almost the size of a horse. 

“Welcome to Winterfell, my… king.” Torrhen said. YN nodded to the new king, but said nothing. Praying to the old gods that she may be graced with patience.

“Thank you, Lord Torrhen. Let us go inside and discuss the terms of your wardenship over the north.” Aegon sounded very kingly, YN would admit that but she’d refuse to sit near him. 

“Of course. YN will you join us?”

“No. I have better things to do.” The woman snapped. 

“Such as, sister?”

“Such as none of your affairs.” With that she stomped away, Aegon watched the back of her hair swish around. 

“Your sister reflects northern ferocity quite well.” 

Torrhen apologetically nodded to the man. As they discussed his wardenship of the north, Torrhen remained as stubborn as he could. He would kneel for the north, but refuse to submit it to the same treatment as the south. Aegon was gracious and strong. Agreeing that the north would not submit to the faith of the seven, their gods were old and sacred. They were not of andal blood and their connection to the land was more important. Torrhen was adamant about the importance of the wall and their truth about winter. The people of the north would have more freedoms than some of the lands but their fealty to the Targaryen king must be absolute. That was what he wanted. Well that and one other thing. 

“Your sister is without a husband?” Aegon asked. “To solidify our agreement, perhaps I could take her as a wife. She would be queen alongside my sisters, and would want for nothing.” 

“I couldn't do that to my sister. I won’t force her into a marriage. She’d hate me, and would despise you.” Torrhen denied. 

“You are her lord, she would do as you say.” 

“The fuck I would.” Both men turned to see a fuming woman. She had only caught the last of their conversation. “You would try to have me as another bride for your inflated ego? Do you not have enough under your thumb?” 

Aegon stood and turned to the girl. “YN.. my lady let me explain.”

“No, you listen to me. You can come to my home, and command us with your massive beast, you can control lands with your fire, but I am of the first men. I worship the old gods and I would never want you. The only feasible way you could have me is kicking and screaming.” YN turned to Torrhen. “So command me then brother. Betray me like you betrayed our kingdom.”

“YN, I would never do that to you.” Torrhen tried to calm her. “But please, calm yourself. He is our lord now and we must-”

“I would not have you if you are unwilling, my lady.” Aegon stated. “I will not force you to wed me, but I wish for our peoples to have a bridge.” 

“I am not an object for you to build anything off of.” YN snapped, her wolf growled behind her. Aegon put his hands up in a sign of good faith. 

“My apologies, my lady.” He bowed his head slightly. “I would respect your wish. But allow me to preach my position to you.”

“Do as you wish, MY KING. I have no authority over you.” YN turned to leave. 

Afterward, Aegon and Torrhen made well in favor. Aegon resolved with Torrhen to write to his sister. At least he would have an honest chance to court her then. Truly he just wanted to apologize for the circumstances for how they met. 

The first couple of letters he had sent were not responded to. He was certain she was burning them. His revsolve almost waned, until one night when a raven was sent, the crest of the starks sealed over it. It was a small thing, no bigger than his finger. But the message sent gave him some joy. His sister, Rhaenys, shared his joy as she was also interested in his story of the cold beauty from the north. Visenya just wanted to meet the woman who stood to a king and told him to piss off. 

The message she had sent was simple and short. 

“I forgive you.”

[fkevin073]

I LOVED it, jace dying before alys in any universe was straight in my heart 💔 (I loved the twins, but I always saw alysanne as a total mother of boys. like Aemma and aemon and the rest of boys)

Ou I love it! Tbh, I’ve always seen Alysanne as having more girls with Aemond than boys, and more boys with Jace than girls. Idk why, but that’s the vibe!

But now to rearrange Jace and Alys’ potential kids:

1. Aemon

2. Aemma (she’s the younger of the twins)

3. Rhaegar

4. I really like the idea of Alysanne naming one of her kids after Helaena. So if we’re going all boys, maybe Helios? That’s the greek version (kind of) of Helaena. But I also like the idea of Alysanne giving birth to a girl right after or right before Jace dies - a kid he never gets to meet (if he does end up dying a relatively young death) . So either Helios or Elayna.

5. Torrhen or Brandon - I like the idea of Jace and Alysanne continuing Rhaenyra’s tradition of naming one of their kids a non-Valyrian name. I know it’s because of Laenor that Joffrey was named that, but I find it funny. Maybe to honour their friendship with Cregan in the north (lmao me furthering my jace x Cregan agenda in every universe)

Now if Alysanne, jace and Aemond had ended up in a throuple like good ole Visenya, Rhaenys and Aegon, I still think she would have given birth to twins first (so many twins I know but whatever this is fantasy it runs in the family).

1. Rhaegar and Alyssa (after Rhaenyra and Alicent. I actually loathe canon Rhaegar, but this is the closet male equivalent to Rhaenyra so…). I like the idea that it’s not clear who is the father of these twins since Alysanne is *with* both of them. I think the boy looks like Jace and the girl like Aemond, or maybe the other way around 🤔 undecided.

Idk about the rest of the kids. I think if Jace could he’d try and name a kid after Harwin in some way (Haegon is actually a canon name so 👀👀) because of him, Alysanne and Aemond were technically all on the throne he’d be a lot more secure. But who knows? I think in that universe they’d definitely have a kid called Visenya or some sort of equivalent. I’m thinking 6 kids total? 3 boys, 3 girls.

As to Alysanne and Aemond’s kids (with no Jace influence), I’m going to keep those close to my chest for the moment. But I have ideas, even if they are harder to name. For Aemond and her having girls, I kind of like the idea of Alysanne being thrown out of her element a bit because she grew up only with brothers and wasn’t close to Rhaena and Baela. Alysanne post chapter 21 is a very broken person in a lot of ways so :( but tbh, I haven’t thought that far ahead for a concrete future…

[onthesandsofdreams]

6SS: Aegon & Visenya, Visenya x Torrehn: Betrothal

“Are you going to tell me what kind of fool you are marrying me to?”

Aegon looked up to find Visenya at his door, he nodded once in greeting, “Not a fool, in fact, I think the smartest of the former Kings.”

“That is not saying much.”

“No,” Aegon admitted, “but I think you two are well matched.”

“What is his name, then?”

“Torrhen Stark.”

[asoiafrarepairs]

Torrhen x Visenya - Teasing her grumpy man

Added to our prompt page!

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

The Dragon and His Third Wife - Aegon I x Reader

PART 2     PART 3 (NSFW)     PART 4 {FINALE}

Summary: Reader is the daughter of Torrhen Stark (The King Who Knelt) and becomes the third wife and Queen to Aegon the Conqueror. Her first visit down south to meet the Targaryen King is one that leaves the young wolf to question everything. She comes to realise only one thing: Starks don’ t cope well down south.

The Pact of Ice and Fire

She was the daughter of The Last Northern King to ever exist: a house who’s history went back thousand of years. Her ancestors were Kings of Winter, old Kings who were forged from ice and cold as stone; they wouldn’t allow those to destroy them. She was a descendant of the great Bran the Builder, who helped during the aftermath of the Long Night.

When she had heard of conquerors who had came across the land: foreign invaders who had no ties to this land and were going through their way to unite 7 kingdoms under one rule, she and many of northern men were quick to show hatred towards this Targaryen King.

Her father however was someone who was built with honour, and when the day arose when the three Targaryen dragon riders came up to their own homeland, her father that day knelt to the so-called First Dragon. 

That day when her father knelt down to Aegon the Conqueror, he had been a King, but when he rose, he was merely just a Lord.

There was no doubting that these three invaders could annihilate an entire house out of existence: she had heard stories of how fewer houses who had failed to keep out the dragons and their fire, but she had always hoped that her father would’ve been more strong in keeping them away from his land.

Starks were made of ice, and they wouldn’t melt even from candles, let alone from dragons flying high above in the clouds.

It was rather fitting how her father dealt with keeping the Targaryen’s side, and one she would never think could be possible. She was at the age for marriage, and although her other siblings had found suitable suitors, she had been left for many years.

It was only when her father suggested her to the most suitable and most powerful man in all of the kingdoms, the one who had come through and forged an entire country into one rule.

Y/N Stark had stayed level headed and calm, but she had lost most of her temper that night when she had been told the news by her father. Torrhen had said that his kin had wolves’ blood in them, but it was the youngest who had been touched with it the most. 

Y/N was regarded by some as the fiercest of the children, and the one who needed to be trained into obedience. Some suggested the prospect of marriage would calm and control her more into a lady rather than beast, but Y/N knew that no man would be able to control the wilderness in her veins.

She was uncertain of her husband-to-be. Aegon was now a King, living and ruling under six kingdoms instead of seven, but he had built himself from nothing into being the first ever King to rule one country.

Although he had two sisters who he made his wives, the suggestion for a third was one that he didn’t disagree on, writing in a letter that ‘an alliance of the south and north would strength its ties in a longer time of peace.’

The morning after the news, Y/N had already begun saying her goodbyes, and before long, was being swept from part of the country down to the south, where she knew that her Stark and wolf ways, would ultimately bring her into tougher submission.

When she, her father and his bannerman had made it down south, she had never believed she would ever come down to see a capital being built. The Aegon Fort as it was being called for now, was still in works, but was far more grand and mesmerising than what she knew of Winterfell.

The journey down south was tiresome, long, perilous and boring, but with the sight of a magnificent fort being built, she found a part of herself being more nervous than ever before.

She had caught glimpse of dragons the first time she saw them that day in Winterfell, but she now saw how monstrous these creatures were when she saw them loom and circle around in the sky above.

Three of them, and yet the black one was the biggest. Black it’s scales were the colour of molten and it’s flames were apparently as dark as ash and smoke. It’s voice was thunderous and it made sure all could hear. Whenever this big beast flew over above, an entire city grew dark below.

Dragons and wolves do not mix and they never shall. Y/N had come to think as she had glanced to her father cautiously, but was greeting his men and himself to Orys Baratheon - Aegon’ s supposed bastard half brother.

Inside of the fort was just as marvellous and lavish as its outside appearance, and it did make her feel more nervous to see such a high seat, forged, melted and twisted from the blades of Aegon’s enemies.

Her meeting with the dragons were just as daunting as meeting those who rode them. Visenya was the eldest of the three: she had a harsh beauty to her and a serious side, she was just as much of a warrior as Aegon was. 

Rhaenys, the youngest was playful, beautiful and impulsive, a more wild and lively side to her compared to her sister. Both women were taken as Aegon’s wives, as tradition in their culture of wedding inside their family, but more strange as the new King had taken up polygamy.

Whatever it was, Y/N felt merely disgusted: something she didn’t show when she stood beneath them and wasn’t deemed as ‘godly’ in their eyes.

“Lady Y/N, it is our great welcome to have you here.” it had been Rhaenys who had greeted her, gladded in black and red armour, she stood closest to her brother on the steps of the throne.

“Your journey must’ve been tiresome from what I can tell. But nevertheless, you look…. well. Orys was correct when they said Northern women had a certain beauty to them.” Her tone may of been playful, but there was so much more to it, and even her smile seemed false. 

Y/N was quick to spot that it was all fake.

Although equipped with shyness and nerves, Y/N was quick to answer. “Am I too savage for your southern ways? I do apologise if my looks do look too monstrous Lady Rhaenys. I’m sure you can already agree for instance.”

She was a monster: they all were, monsters for coming over and tearing apart their lands and killing innocents for their own amusement, all for the realm.

Like their dragons, Rhaenys’ eyes flashed with flames, and as she took ferocious steps down towards her, her brother was quick to stop her advancements.

“I would watch your tone, Lady Y/N and remember where you are.”

Y/N had finally laid eyes upon her betrothed, a tall man that had finally stood from the throne of iron and swords. He was cladded too in black and red, a golden crown on his hair that matched his short-cut-silver-gold hair. The man held a well-known presence in the court and he was certainly the man Y/N had imagined.

Remembering her duties and courtesies, Y/N played by the rules, ignoring the glare of her father not too far behind her watching. Bowing her head and curtseying, she faked her smile.

“My apologies, my Lord. And I apologise to Lady Rhaenys-

“Your Grace.” Visenya was quick to correct, blunt and cruel her words were as sharp as a sword, similar to the one attached to her hip.

Y/N’s eyes glanced back and forth before she continued. “For my crude words. My journey here has been tiresome and long. I very much feel welcomed here in the presence of a mighty room.”

Aegon shifted, walking past his sisters as he came to stand metres above Y/N. “We feel most welcomed to have you here Lady Y/N. I do hope the fort will make you feel at home. Winterfell is in many ways, is more built grander in the eyes of all men.”

His eyes were a dark indigo, but compared to the sternness of Visenya and the rude japes from Rhaenys, there was enough genuine warmth coming from his eyes as he smiled down to her.

The man in front of me is more of an enigma than what these men think of him on the battlefield. Y/N thought, keeping her smile as warm as his. “I’m sure keeping warm down south will be easier say than in the north. It will be a lot to get used to. The Aegon Fort is as magnificent as I imagined it to be.”

“Well, you would be surprised I wasn’t the one who came up with the name.” His smile lit up across his handsome face, and Y/N’s own eyes lit up with the surprise that he could actually manage to joke even with more charisma than his youngest sibling.

Y/N smiled back, words rooted on her tongue but quick to please with the right things to say. “I’m sure you’ll be the one to come up with a better name, suited for this castle.”

Aegon nodded and laughed deeply, a fluttery feeling came from her chest as she couldn’t help but feel oddly weak at the knees. The Valyrian King looked more like a God than any man she had laid eyes on before. Handsome, he seems to hold more humour than these southerners. 

Looking back towards Torrhen then back to her, Aegon continued with his humble voice. “Your father has reminded you of the day of our wedding?”

The wedding, she almost forgot about it in that second. She had thought of this as some meet-and-greet with a new celebrity and now, she remembered she would be spending the rest of her life here in this strange land, with a man she didn’t know, two sisters who hated each other and would hate her even more, and three dragons bigger than mountains.

She caught her breath, but Rhaenys’ giggle caught her off guard. “You northerners have different customs to those here in the new capital? Like the Night’s Watch, you say your vows to an old tree.”

I would oddly prefer to be swearing my vows for celibacy than for marriage. Y/N japed.

Visenya added. “Within a fortnight Lady Y/N, had you forgotten? That I believe will give you time to climatize to the south. Wolves prefer the cold than to the heat, not like dragons.”

“Wolves prefer the company of packs and their family,” Y/N spoke calmly to the oldest, “dragons don’t.”

“A union between a wolf and dragon. Seems almost poetic.” Orys joked, laughing as some of the Stark and Baratheon bannermen laughed together.

“Yes,” Aegon hummed in appreciation, shaking his head as if he had more to say. “A fortnight it is. We shall prepare when the time comes, for now… Lady Y/N, would you allow me to show you to your room?”

Y/N nodded, taking one last glance to her father for a while as Aegon led her down the unfamiliar and long corridors, darkly-lit with one or two candles. She watched his silhouette glow from the flames, and like the fire, she couldn’t help but stare at the back of him in wonder.

“I know you’re nervous, angry even.” His voice caught her off guard. “Leaving your home and family to marry some man you don’t know and travelling down south to spend the rest of your life here as Queen.”

“It was a bit of a surprise.” Y/N started slowly, shrugging her shoulders when he slowed to walk beside her. She could feel him staring at her. “But it was the duty to keep the peace between the north and south. An alliance that would help benefit us all.”

Aegon nodded, agreeing. “I hope you’re not afraid of me. I know my sisters are not the best people, nor can I say myself either, but I will try my best in making you feel welcomed, safe. That is all I ask my Lady.”

“Your Grace-”

“Aegon, when we’re alone. I’m not as cruel as Visenya.” He joked once again, and they shared a short laugh and smile between each other.

Since being so afraid of them all, Y/N felt her nerves fade, an appreciation for Aegon grow; she appreciated that he was putting in effort to make her feel more comfortable.

“This is yours, a bit small, but it will have everything you need.” Aegon said as they came to her room, the door even had the sigil of the two familiar houses joined together: the dire-wolf and three-headed dragon on a wooden field in the middle of the door.

“Thank you, it has everything I need and much more.” Y/N smiled, staring up slowly into the Targaryen’s eyes once again, and in that moment, she felt serene, calm to be there as she looked at him with such curiosity of what he was going to do next.

“For now, if you need anything, ask away.” He gulped, and for a second, she saw that his eyes looked quickly to her lips in that second.

Slowly, like a dream, Aegon bent forward, leaning down towards her a brought a soft but quick kiss to her lips. Warm like dragon’s flame, she felt her own body light up, lightning ignite her bones and core.

He pulled away, looking her way as he begun to walk back towards the throne room. Y/N smiled to herself, a hand to her lips where once the feverish feeling of his soft lips once pressed to hers.

And in that moment she begun to believe this union of fire and ice would definitely be poetic.

[razieltwelve]

The Mad Maester’s Origins (Final Rose x GoT)

Note: This is set in the crossover AU in which Lightning and the gang are reborn into Westeros. Lightning is Aegon, Serah is Visenya, and Lumina is Rhaenys. Snow is Martyn Lannister, son of Loren Lannister. Fang is Larra Stark, daughter or Torrhen Stark. Vanille is Willas Smith better known as the Mad Maester or the Smith-Blessed.

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The true origins of Willas Smith, better known to the world as the Mad Maester or the Smith-Blessed, are known only to the man himself although there has been no shortage of speculation. What is known is that at the tender age of five, Willas showed up at the Citadel with enough money to pay for a year’s tuition.

That a child of that age should arrive with sufficient funds has led many to believe that Willas was actually a bastard sired by a noble of some means. In any case, the Citadel took in the child. It would prove to be both the worst and best decision in the history of the institution.

It soon became apparent that Willas was not simply a gifted child. On the contrary, it was as if the gods themselves had imbued Willas with divinely inspired wisdom and knowledge. Indeed, it was only a matter of several years before the precocious youth was considered perhaps the brightest scholar in the order.

Despite opposition by many of the older members of the order, Willas was nevertheless able to forge links in multiple areas. He even proved adept in political warfare despite his age, swiftly gaining allies and crafting his own faction amongst the many squabbling groups at the Citadel.

At the age of sixteen, however, rival factions conspired to have him cast out of the Citadel and stripped of his rank and positions. They also attempted to have him assassinated, supposedly over some of the ideologies he was espousing, such as widespread education and the establishment of fully-funded schools for both the nobility and the poor.

Yet his foes had not counted on Willas’s cunning, nor on his good luck. He managed to survive the assassination attempt and fled to Braavos, famously waving a banner from the deck of a ship as he fled. The banner, so the legends say, warned his enemies that he would return soon, and that they would not like it when he did.

In Braavos, Willas found a warm welcome. The young man formed a close friendship with Syrio who was the eldest son of the Sealord, and the pair made much coin through joint business ventures and the funding of some of Willas’s inventions. The most prominent of these inventions was the printing press, a truly revolutionary device, the profits of which Willas used to begin building his own merchant company.

Taking a laughing orange fox as his sigil, Willas named himself Willas Smith to honour the Smith (of the Seven), and founded the Smith Trading Company. Partnering with Syrio once again, Willas would establish trading routes to sell his many inventions, such as better glassware, medicinal tinctures and salves, and all manner of goods. All the while, Willas remained in contact with his allies and supporters in the Citadel, aiding them in their research and promising to return one day.

Four years after fleeing to Braavos, Willas would return to Oldtown, but he would not return alone. With the death of his father, Syrio would become Sealord, in large part due to the enormous financial and political capital he had gained via his partnerships with Willas. The two swore an oath of eternal brotherhood, and Willas would return to Old Town with a Braavosi fleet at his back and an army of his own.

This army, the Company of the Fox, was formed out of mercenaries and the like who had served the Smith Trading Company. Due to their excellent pay and good treatment, they had come to view Willas as their lord, and they were eager to see him take what they viewed as his rightful place as the ruler of the Citadel.

Using advanced weapons of war, Willas and Company of the Fox were able to seize Oldtown. Upon claiming the Citadel, Willas was said to have remarked “I told you I’d be back” before appointing himself the Supreme Ultimate Maester and beginning a systematic program of reform.

Naturally, the Hightowers and their allies did not take well to Willas basically declaring himself a lord and the highest of Maester's. However, their attempts to reclaim Old Town and the Citadel went poorly. Willas proved himself a skilled commander, but it was his inventions that made the difference.

With his innovations, Willas made sure that his men were vastly better equipped and trained. His new forges could produce better steel more quickly and far more cheaply than his opponents, allowing him to field troops that had better weapons and better armour. Combined with additional innovations in fortifications, siege weaponry, and projectile weapons, Willas smashed the forces of his enemies.

It was also at this time that Willas would reveal that his time abroad had not been spent studying only the arts of the Citadel. He had delved into magic, and he showed no qualms in using it against his foes. The most fearsome example of this was the deployment of a substance that came to be known as Banefire. Similar to Wildfire, it proved to be far more readily controlled, making it a devastating weapon.

Yet Willas’s victories would have meant little if he could not secure widespread support from the small folk and other nobility as well. Once again, he proved himself up to the ask. His new farming methods ensured that food was more plentiful and cheaper than ever before. Moreover, those methods allowed his allies to export food to other places at handsome profits. He also advocated for schooling for all and was meticulous in promoting those who showed ability, regardless of their birth. And to his allies he was generous, sharing some of his methods and ensuring that they profited handsomely in a range of business ventures. He also embarked on an ambitious road-building program, establishing roads that were the envy of all Westeros.

It was in this way, that Willas came to be the pre-eminent power in the Reach. At the age of seven and five, however, Willas would be put to his greatest test. King Mern IX of the Gardener Kings would gather his full strength and that of his allies and meet Willas and his allies on the field of battle.

It would prove to be a mistake.

Willas would unleash a combination of smithing and magic the likes of which the world had never before seen. It was said that the very field of battle burned to ash, and so the battle came to be known as the Field of Fire. This would mark the end of the Gardener Kings and the ascension of House Smith as the rulers of the Reach. Within the next two years, Willas would assume total control of the Reach before taking the knee and bowing to Aegon Targaryen.

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Author’s Notes

Never give Vanille time to plot. You’re going to regret it. And, yeah, Vanille isn’t one to ignore the value of magic, so she spent time learning about it while she was in Braavos. Money can by expert tutelage, and once Vanille has her foot in the door, it’s only a matter of time before she works it out.

[hellishlybeautiful]

Children of the Summer (VI)

Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire

Characters: Argella Durrandon, Orys Baratheon, Visenya Targaryen, Aegon I Targaryen, Loren Lannister, Torrhen Stark, Nymor Martell, Davos Baratheon, Original male character, Original female character, Argilac Durrandon (mentioned), Rhaenys Targaryen (mentioned)

Pairings: Argella x Orys, Visenya x Aegon

Alternate tags: AU!

Rating: Mature (maybe? not sure, tbh)

When the young boy knocked the door, he was looking to the yard through the open window, watching how the young boys trained with the maester of arms. He liked that sight, how the kids were not shy to take a bow or even a small tournament sword to practice and play like it was a simple game to them.

“The queen is here, lord Baratheon. He awaits for you in the throne room” he almost kissed the floor with the bow. Orys noticed how Ellyn Caron almost burst into laughter with that vision and made him smile before noticing that it was really the queen who was coming.

“Thank you, Ned. You can leave, we will meet her now.”

“Should I go with you? I guess she’ll want to talk about Rhaenys and private things. I am going to check Aly and the girls...”

“Ellyn, come with me. You stormlanders are as much a family to me than Visenya is” their gazes crossed, they were too accostumed to each other after Dorne “Now come with me.”

The old maester approached them near the main stairs, with a piece of paper between his fingers.

“Lord Orys, a crow has arrived from Raventree Hall” he took the message and read it, stopping and almost making Ellyn hit him “The queen is in the throne room, I do not know if —“

Orys couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s my girl” he gave the message to lady Caron to read “Sorry, maester Olwyn, I didn’t let you finish. Ned told us, we were going to meet her now.”

The woman laughed and read it to the maester too.

“Almost kill the lizard, Edric and Drey prefer to wait. Brynden will come to see us, Shiera sends her regards. The lions await.”

Orys bit his lower lip. Those were great news, and that showed him how Aegon had become and the way Argella reacted to politics when she had the chance to act.

“My lady has always been tenacious and has learned from her father’s generation of stormlanders. It is true that Argilac’s grandfather lost important lands in the Riverlands, but it did not stop the next generation, and will not stop this one to take the Stormlands and place them where they must be” Orys almost feel kind of guilty to make the old maester to look upper than his neck allowed him during so much time “And I am the man who has educated her, and the young lords and ladies who negociate and fight for their ancestors’ homes. You have chosen a good side to fight in, my lord Baratheon.”

The maester looked happier than ever, at least to Orys’ eyes, and he found that peacefully pleasant.

As long as they arrived to the throne room, a disturbed Visenya approached them, visibly concerned.

“That lunatic threatened Aegon! She dared to defy him!”

Lady Caron’s right hand went straight to her sword, and Orys raised that golden hand of his to stop her. It worked.

“You are talking about the lady of this lands, you should be more respectful”

The man looked at the stormlander and tilted his head a bit, finding those words slightly unnecessary.

“I’m glad to see you too, Visenya. That would have been a nice start” he felt like a sort of cat fight was about to happen sooner or later “Lady Caron is right, it’s quite offensive to call my wife a lunatic, despite whatever had happened; I think that we should hear both versions before, don’t you?”

He knew Argella, he learned everything about those lands and those people from her and he cherished her as much as it was possible. He knew that she would only try to harm a man like Aegon with a really good reason, but despite it, something deep in his heart revolved.

[chillyravenart]

In one of your asks you mentioned Torrhen x Visenya but how about Brandon Snow x Visenya 👀

You KNOW I'm a sucker for any ice x fire interaction lol. I bet there was a grudging respect from Visenya for Brandon Snow (& Torrhen of course).

"This bastard proposed to kill our dragons whilst they slept..."

Alternatively she could very well have wanted to crush him like a beetle for daring to be so bold lmao. You can never be sure with my girl Visenya.

[lareinadehades]

Guys, I have outdone myself in rare pair hell. I wrote a two part Torrhen x Visenya fic... and I’m the only person in the tag. AO3 does not, I repeat does not have a tag for them.