the-baybieruth

[the-baybieruth]

second heir

pairing: harwin strong x targaryen!oc

synposis: tensions in the targaryen family rise when viserra targaryen, the youngest child of queen aemma and king viserys, gives birth to her second son with ser harwin strong. ser criston cole learns that picking on harwin strong's son is not the smartest decision.

warnings: graphic depiction of childbirth, swearing, violence, slight angst, fluff, ser cri*t*n c*le

notes: I usually do a reader insert but thought it would make more sense to use a targaryen-esque name - enjoy!

"Push Princess. Just one more."

A whimper escaped her lips. Her body felt like it was on fire. Or dipped in acid. Or both. In that moment, Viserra Targaryen was convinced there was no greater suffering on earth than that of childbirth.

"Push!"

"I'm fucking trying." Viserra seethed through clenched teeth as she pushed with all her might.

"Come on my love." The deep voice of her husband murmured in her ear as he knelt beside her. "Take my hand."

Viserra let out a groan of pain as she pushed once more, her hand clasping around her husband's as she squeezed with all her might.

"Why did you have to get me pregnant you fucking cunt, I swear I'm going to-" Her rant was cut off as she let out another scream of pain as the midwife behind her held open her legs.

"I think one more push will do it princess, I see the head!" The midwife announced from below her.

"Yes darling, tell me how much of a cunt I am come on." A gloved hand caressed her face, drawing her attention away from the midwife between her thighs. Her eyes locked with the deep brown ones of her husband.

"I love you, you stupid cunt- ah!" If he was not so strong she most likely would have pulverised the bones in his hand.

A breathy chuckle escaped Harwin Strong's lips as he squeezed her hand back.

"I am a cunt, a cunt that loves you very much." With that she clenched her eyes shut as she gave one last push.

She let out a moan of relief as the pain subsided, air filling up her lungs once more as the midwives gushed in praise.

"It's ok my love, it is over." Harwin murmured, kissing her damp hair as he held her closely.

"You are so strong, a brave mother." Viserra let out a silent sob as she clung to her husband, letting him pepper her face with kisses and praises as she fell limp in his arms.

"It is a boy, princess."

Viserra finally opened her eyes as crying filled the cavernous room. She was both crying and laughing with joy as she watched the midwife carefully bundle up her son.

Overwhelming love and warmth filled her as her son was placed into her outstretched arms. Almost as if those last few hours of pain had been erased, like she would do it all again now just to hold him like this.

"Healthy?"

"As healthy as one can be, princess." The midwife confirmed.

Viserra let out another sob as she cradled her son to her chest and placed a kiss to his forehead.

"Hi baby." She whispered to him, watching as he squirmed and flailed in her arms.

"Look how beautiful he is." She murmured, finally passing him to Harwin to hold.

"Well no wonder, look at his mother." Harwin smiled softly as he gently took his son in his arms. "I told you I knew it would be another boy."

Viserra felt her heart warm when she saw the tears rolling down her husband's cheeks as he spoke.

"He is perfect." She remarked, her eyes never leaving her son, completely entranced in the new life she and Harwin had just created.

"That he is." Harwin murmured as he carefully handed him back to Viserra.

"Princess." The sound of an unfamiliar voice made Viserra finally tear away her eyes from her son.

She felt a sense of dread course through her at the sight of the nervous handmaiden. She knew that could mean only one thing.

"The Queen has requested the child be brought to her. Immediately."

"Now? For what purpose?" Harwin's voice was demanding as he rose to his feet, a complete shift in his demeanour from only moments ago.

"I-I-" The handmaiden began to flounder, her eyes wide and fearful as she glanced between the commander and the princess.

"-it is fine." Viserra saved the handmaiden from her unpredictable fate.

"I will take him myself."

"You will do no such thing." Harwin snapped as Viserra began to push herself off the mattress. "You must rest."

"Your husband is right princess, you must stay in bed." One of the midwives agreed.

They were right, of course. Viserra wanted nothing more than to lay in bed with her husband and new son. But Queen Alicent Hightower had already ruined that perfect moment by sending her handmaiden in here. Just the mention of her name was poisonous enough to sour everything it touched.

The least Viserra could do now was ensure that she drip fed the Queen her own sweetly crafted poison while she met her grandson.

"Remove the cord and make sure the afterbirth has arrived. Then help me dress. Husband, you hold him."

Harwin eyed his wife for a few moments before nodding as he took his son once more. He knew his wife well enough to know that once she made her mind up, there was no changing it. Best to stand aside and let her run her course.

"It is done princess." One of the midwives announced after a few minutes.

Viserra gritted her teeth and wrapped a hand around one of the bedposts. She ground her teeth in an attempt to extinguish the grunt of pain she let out as she pulled herself off the bed and onto her feet.

"This is ridiculous." Harwin spat, his heart aching as he watched helplessly as his wife winced as the handmaidens cinched her dress around her waist.

"What could possibly be so urgent that she needs to see our son right away."

"I am sure the Queen has her very rationale reasons." Viserra drawled as the handmaidens stepped away from her.

"Let us just get this over with." She huffed as they opened the doors from their chambers.

"Run a bath for the princess for when she returns." Harwin murmured to one of the servants quietly so Viserra did not hear.

"Sister!" The sound of Rhaenyra's voice filled her ears the second they stepped into their main living quarters.

"A healthy boy, I heard." Viserra felt a smile form on her lips at the sight of her sister bounding towards her.

"Oh he is beautiful sister, congratulations." A rare true smile appeared on Rhaenyra's face as she stared down at her nephew.

"Thank you sister."

The smile was quick to fall from Rhaenyra's features when she noticed Harwin's grim features and the way her sister's smile did not meet her eyes.

Her brow narrowed when she watched her brother in law and sister begin to make their way towards the threshold of their quarters.

"What is wrong? Where are you going?"

"The Queen has requested to see him. Immediately." Harwin answered as they stepped into the hallway.

"She what?" Rhaenyra could hardly believe her ears as she walked alongside them.

"I know she did it with Joffrey but I never thought- she has gone too far. I cannot sit by and-"

"- you can and you will sister." Viserra cut her off, breathing deeply as pain rumbled through her.

"We will go and show her the child, let her feel powerful for a few moments. It might do her some good." Their voices were low as they made their way through the hallway. At a very slow pace at that given Viserra's state.

"I am coming with you."

"No." Viserra's voice was firm as she came to a stop to grab her sister's arm. "She will just find some way to villainize you or to get you to say something she can twist."

Rhaenyra's face morphed into one of sadness as she studied her sister.

"Let her torture us for a while." Viserra insisted.

"We can handle it." Harwin spoke, sending his sister in law a nod.

Rhaneyra glanced between them as she tried to reach a decision. She knew what the rationale one was. That her sister was right. As heir it was more strategic to leave it. But as Viserra's older sister, every part of her was screaming at her to march up those stairs and tear Allicent's hair from her scalp.

The look on Harwin's face was what made her decision for her. The look that said if anything happened to his wife, he would literally murder everything in sight. She knew her sister was safe with him.

"Fine." She relented. "But please try not to strain yourself too much sister." A hand reached up to gently brush Viserra's cheek.

"I will do my best." Viserra forced a small on her lips as she leant into her sister's touch.

With that Harwin and Viserra were on their way once more. Viserra let out a whimper as she clung to his arm. They had only made it a few metres when Harwin came to a stop.

"Alright that is it."

"Harwin what-"

"Hold him." Viserra opened her mouth in surprise as he passed their son into her arms.

"Harwin-" She let out a small yelp of surprise as he bent down and wrapped his hands under her back and legs and lifted her off the ground with ease.

She clung to their son as Harwin cradled her in his arms and began to march with a determined pace towards the Queen's chambers.

"Harwin-" She began for the third time.

"I will put you down before we go inside do not fret. We can let her think you scaled those steps on your own. But I am not letting my wife who just gave birth take another step if it can be avoided." He answered her as he passed by gaping onlookers without so much as a glance in their direction.

Her heart warmed at his words. She felt her anger subdue for a few moments as she studied her husband, with that look of loyal determination on his features. The face that she had fallen in love with as a teenager.

She remembered the day that he had taken up a position as a sworn protector of her family. The first time the pair locked eyes across the hall. The first time they spoke when he caught her trying to sneak out of the castle. The first time they unfurled their secrets to one another. The first time she took his hand and led him into her chambers.

While Rhaenyra was having her tryst with Criston Cole, Viserra was having hers with Harwin Strong.

But unlike her sister, Viserra did not have the weight of being their father's heir on her shoulders. Nor was her father as focused on marrying her off to the most politically strategic husband possible.

So when Viserra walked in one afternoon and informed her father that she was in love with Harwin Strong and was to wed him, what else was he to do but agree? He could never say no to his baby daughter, nor did he want to. He could see how in love she was and all he wished was for her to be happy. Besides, the rumours of their tryst and the ruining of her maidenhood had began to spread through the castle. This would quell those rumours.

It made sense politically too, given Harwin Strong was the son of the hand of the king and the heir to Harrenhal. It was the perfect strategic match for a second born daughter. That was how he had explained it to Alicent when she had questioned it anyway. Of course, that only deepened the queen's jealousy and resentment towards the Targaryen sisters.

Harwin came to a stop in front of the Queen's chambers. Viserra brought a hand up to caress his cheek.

"I love you husband."

"As I love you, wife." He answered, pressing a kiss to her palm as he gently placed her down on the ground. He captured her lips in a kiss. The usually frowned upon public display of affection caused the guards stationed at the door to divert their eyes.

"Give her hell." He whispered into her ear as the doors opened.

That she would.

Their son squirmed in her arms as they made their way inside. Neither spared Ser Criston Cole a glance as they passed him. Alicent was standing at the window, her back to them, her gaze fixed over the sea.

Viserra fought the urge to double over in pain as her insides burned. Her body was slick with sweat. Practically dripping from head to toe. Her blonde hair plastered to her face and back.

It was a comfort to her to know that even when she looked like this, Alicent's beauty would still never compare. A small comfort, perhaps a petulant one. But a comfort nonetheless.

"Viserra." Alicent's sickly sweet voice rung out through the cavernous room.

"What are you doing here? You should be resting after your labours." Her concern almost sounded sincere.

"I did not wish to disappoint you, your grace." Viserra answered as Harwin ushered her over to the couch.

"Oh yes, please sit." Alicent nodded, her dress swishing at her ankles as she made her way over to them.

She watched with intense eyes as Harwin guided his wife down to sit on the sofa. His gaze was so full of love and concern it almost made Alicent feel ill. Anger rippled through her as he placed a tender kiss to Viserra's forehead.

Such love, such intimacy. It was something that Alicent would never experience. At least Rhaenyra had to make some small sacrifices in the name of duty as heir. Viserra on the other hand did not even know the meaning.

Being the second born daughter meant the focus had always been off her. That she could run around and do as she pleased with no consequences. Alicent had known of her treacherous affair with the Strong boy, she had even gone to Viserys with the information. Yet nothing was done, she was brushed off once more. And after all that Viserra still got to wed the man that she loved.

"I cannot believe how long it has been since your last son was born. How old is Aemar now?"

"He will be six next month, your grace." Harwin answered her.

"Six." Alicent remarked. "Such a long space in between children."

"It was not for a lack of trying your grace." Viserra answered her as she raised a brow. "Believe me."

Harwin glanced down at his feet to hide his smirk as Alicent's mouth drew into a sharp line.

"Yes well, better late than never I suppose." She cleared her throat as she approached them.

"Let me meet him properly." It was a demand, not a question. Her arms extended expectantly. Viserra bit her tongue as she reluctantly handed the queen the small bundle in her arms.

"He was two weeks early I understand? Like his brother?"

"Ten days early, your grace."

Alicent let out a hum as she examined the child in her arms intently. "Do the maesters think it will impact him the way it has Aemar?"

Viserra could feel the fire beginning to build up inside her.

"I am not sure I understand, your grace." Harwin spoke for her, noting the way his wife's fists had curled up the material of the sofa.

"Well the boy is quite small for his age."

Criston Cole smirked in the corner.

"The maesters have assured us they are both strong and healthy. They do have Targaryen blood after all." Viserra answered, using every ounce of her strength to keep her voice calm.

"Unless you are questioning the quality of Targaryen blood, your grace. Which I am sure was not your intention."

Alicent looked up from the child, her eyes locking with Viserra's.

"Of course not. I suppose it would have to be the integrity of your husband's blood that caused such defects."

Silence fell over the room. It had been such an off handed remark. Said so casually and plainly for how great of an insult the words wielded.

Harwin and Viserra were no fools. They were aware of the Queen's suspicions around the lineage of Rhaenyra's three children. The rumours that they had been fathered by one of the knights in the city watch. They were true, of course. It was plain as day. The three boys had dark brown hair and pale skin. But nothing would extract that confession from Viserra.

It was only logical for Alicent to start questioning the lineage of Viserra's children too. If one sister was capable of adultry, why not the other? It did not help that Aemar had been born small and lean, particular in comparison to his father. But the maesters had assured Harwin and Viserra that he was merely a late bloomer, that he would grow into his build.

As Viserra stared at Alicent, she wondered how she had ever felt sympathy for her. Much less been her friend. She used to follow Rhaenyra and Alicent around wherever they went when she was a child. Hanging onto their every word like it was gospel.

Even after her father had announced his intention to wed Alicent, Viserra had still tried to be friends. She had seen how Otto Hightower had manoeuvred his daughter like a chess piece for his own gain. And she had felt sorry for her as she watched her churn out child after child, trapped in a loveless marriage.

But the moment she had started going after Rhaenyra, all hope was lost. And as the three women grew, Alicent's bitterness towards Rhaenyra spread to Viserra, entangling her up in her web of venom and lies and hatred.

There was no repairing the bond that had been broken.

"What did you say?" Harwin's voice was low, his eyes bright with rage.

He took a step towards her. The sound of Criston Cole's blade being unsheathed rang out behind them.

"Husband, relax." Viserra brought a hand up to grip his forearm.

She turned around in her seat and glared at Criston. "And sheath your blade Ser Criston, there is no need for such theatrics." She resisted the urge to smile at the sight of his glowering stare.

"The Queen did not mean any harm by her words." Her voice was scarily light and calm. She forced a chuckle up her throat and past her lips. Her face was the perfect portrait of calm.

She thought she might tear the Queen's head clean off her shoulders when she noticed Alicent's grip on her son tighten.

"You know that she is often left alone by father, sometimes he forgets to pass on things. Like what the maester's have told him about the health of his grandchildren."

Viserra could feel Harwin relax under her touch as she shot Alicent a smile.

"Right, your grace?"

If looks could kill, Viserra would be shredded into ribbons right now.

"Of course. I meant no offence." Alicent managed to force out, causing Viserra's grin to widen.

Viserra knew she should leave it at that. To not poke the beast. But Alicent's insult had ignited the flame within her. And once that flame was alight, it could not easily be extinguished.

"You know, you must get your boys to come meet their new nephew, your grace. Especially Aegon." Viserra spoke casually as Alicent handed her son back to her.

"Must I?"

"Oh yes. I mean with me as second heir and the birth of our son that would put Aegon now at... seventh in line?" Viserra feigned confusion as she glanced up at Harwin.

Harwin knew the nature of the game instantly.

"Eighth, my love. Counting our little nephew." Harwin responded, a smirk on his lips as he glared at the queen.

"Oh yes eighth of course, I almost forgot to count little Prince Joffrey. My mistake." Viserra chuckled.

"I know Aegon is not so... passionate about ruling as you or your father are, so I am sure that the knowledge he is now eighth in line would be most relieving for him to hear."

Viserra was not sure if she had ever seen Alicent so unhinged. Her bottom lip trembled and her face twitched as she stared at her step-daughter. Usually the perfect face of righteousness and dignity. The ever composed queen. She looked as if she might just step forward and scratch Viserra's eyes out.

"You dare-"

"What happy news this morning!"

Viserra felt her heart warm at the sight of her father making his way through the double doors. Viserys' eyes lit up at the sight of his daughter and his newest grandson.

"It appears your hunch was right Harwin, a healthy boy I have heard."

"Indeed your grace." Harwin smiled as Viserra extended out the bundle of cloth for him to take.

"Let me see my handsome grandson."

Alicent glared as she watched her husband take the child in his arms. He had never even looked that happy when holding their own children.

"Oh he is beautiful. He will make a strong knight I am sure." Viserys beamed as he rocked the babe gently.

"Has my grandson got a name yet?"

"We were thinking Edmyn." Viserra answered when Harwin glanced down at her questioningly.

A grin spread across his lips at the name. It was a traditional House Strong name. One that Viserra knew Harwin had been secretly dying for.

"Edmyn? That is an unusual Valyrian name." Alicent chimed in. Viserra had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Because it is not one. Aemar has a Valyrian name, I think it only fitting we also pay homage to the Strongs."

"I could not agree more daughter. Edmyn suits him. I am sure your father will be proud of it Harwin."

"Indeed he will your grace."

This time it was Alicent's turn to not roll her eyes.

"You know, I think I can see a bit of his grandmother in him." Viserys remarked, his voice cracking ever so slightly. Viserra could feel tears threatening to pool in her own eyes at the mention of her mother.

Harwin cleared his throat when he noticed his wife's state.

"If it is ok with you, your grace, your daughter has been more braver than I could ever be, I think she deserves to rest."

"Oh of course." Viserys smiled as he glanced down at his daughter. "I know how draining your labours can be."

"Thank you father." Viserra grimaced as Harwin helped her back up onto her feet.

"We are hoping to bare you a granddaughter next." She continued as she studied Alicent. "And we have already picked out the name."

She was more than happy to twist the knife in further.

"Aemma."

This time Alicent could not fight the eye roll at Viserra's words, turning her back as she did so.

A tear rolled down Viserys' cheek as he brought his hand up to caress his daughter's cheek.

"We can only hope the gods may be so kind." Viserys smiled as he embraced her in a tight hug.

"Now go rest with your husband and new child."

Viserra winced as she slipped into the hot tub. She withheld a moan as the warm water surrounded her, melting into her skin and bones.

"I am sorry if I bled on you."

Harwin let out a small chuckle and shook his head as he knelt down beside the tub.

"I have seen the worst that mankind has to offer, the type of violence that no one should see. You really think a little bit of blood is going to offend me?" He mused as he brought a damp cloth up to her forehead.

His gaze softened when she did not reply, watching as her eyes fluttered closed.

"You should not have had to go through that today." He murmured as he tenderly cleaned her.

"No." She conceded. "I should not have."

"You would not have to if we left King's Landing. If we travelled to Harrenhal and lived with my family."

"You know I cannot leave Rhaenyra. Not with these spiders circling her ever tighter. She is surrounded. I am all she has." Harwin withheld a sigh at her words.

They were expected, but disappointing none the less.

"I know."

No more was said as Harwin bathed her and helped her dress. He picked her up and carried her to their bed, placing her gently on the satin sheets.

She was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Harwin smiled softly as he watched her sleep, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Viserra stirred but did not wake at the sound of a soft knock on the door. Harwin spared her one last glance before he crept to the door. He was greeted by Rhaenyra Targaryen on the other side.

"Is Viserra asleep?"

"She has had a long day." He answered quietly.

Rhaenyra merely nodded in understanding, her face tight with worry as she glanced over Harwin's shoulder.

"She will tell you all tomorrow, I am sure." He assured the princess.

"Was it bad?"

"Quite. Alicent grows more venomous each day." Harwin answered.

"I thought Viserra would be spared given she is not first heir."

"It appears that her resentment has spread to encompass your sister too, princess." Harwin could not hide the anger in his voice as he spoke. He hated feeling so helpless, like there was nothing he could do to protect his wife.

"You should leave, you do not have to stay here. Both of you and the boys should go to Harrenhal. Be spared from this torture." Rhaenyra whispered, desperation evident in her voice.

"You and I both know that Viserra will never leave you alone here."

Rhaenyra sighed and nodded in agreement. "I wish I had not taught her to be so stubborn."

A sad smile spread across Harwin's lips.

"As do I."

Harwin squinted as the sunlight hit his eyes. He stepped out into the training courtyard. The sound of wooden swords hitting sacks filled with barley filled his ears. The grunts of young boys exerting themselves as they practiced.

He glanced up to see Viserys watching from above. He gave him a nod and a smile in greeting. His eyes scanned the yard, counting four of his nephews. He was quick to spot his son. The smallest of the five children. And the only one skulking about in the corner.

A smile spread across his lips as he watched the way Aemar's eyes brightened at the sight of him. Aemar dropped his sword without a second thought and raced towards him, weaving between the other boys to reach him.

Harwin let out a small chuckle as Aemar smashed into his leg, wrapping his thin limbs around his thigh to cling to him.

"Is it supper time father? Is training over?" His son asked as he peered up at him through his thick head of dark hair.

"Not quite yet. I just came to see how you were getting along."

"Oh." Aemar's smile was quick to fall. He watched as his father crouched down to meet his eyes.

"Maybe I can finish training early today? Could you ask mother?"

"Your mother is sleeping with your brother. She is quite tired."

"Oh no do not disturb her then, mother deserves as much rest as she can have." Aemar's brow knitted together as concern flashed across his features.

Harwin smiled softly as he ran a hand through his son's hair. He had always been so considerate and kind of others. Something that worried Harwin slightly. That kind of compassion was a weakness here.

"How has your training been going?" Harwin's eyes drifted over to Criston to see Criston's gaze already locked onto his.

Aemar glanced down at his feet. "Fine."

A lie.

Harwin could see Criston speaking to Alicent's boys, Rhaenyra's children left to practice on their own. He had a feeling his son was being given the same treatment.

"Go on then, I will watch you train and then we can go get something to eat." Harwin shot his son a warm smile and patted him on the shoulder.

Aemar, never one to disappoint his parents, dutifully nodded before scurrying back to the centre of the yard.

Harwin rose to his full height and paced around the edge of the square. He could feel Criston's eyes on him as he walked but chose to ignore it as he watched the boys begin to spar.

Criston and Harwin were similar, some would say. Both knights, protectors of the royal family. Both had fallen in love with a Targaryen princess. Both had disgraced their sacred vows to bed them.

The difference between Criston and Harwin was that Harwin's infatuation was not one sided. A difference that both were acutely aware of.

Harwin had always found Criston's jealousy quite pathetic. And initially quite humorous. That was until Ser Criston had started taking out his anger on Viserra and Rhaenyra's children.

"Come on Aemar, weapons up." He encouraged when he saw his son hesitantly go to pick up his sword.

His small fingers had nearly reached the hilt when Criston's boot stepped on it, crushing it as he brushed past Aemar to speak to Aegon.

"It seems some of your younger pupils could do with a bit more attention, Ser Criston." Harwin could not control his tongue any longer. If he did not say something, it would be his fists that would talk instead.

"You question my method of instruction?" Criston answered him.

"No, I merely suggest that method be applied to all your pupils."

"With all due respect Ser, I doubt you can have an impartial stance on the matter."

Harwin barked out a humourless laugh as he locked eyes with him. "Humour me."

Criston eyed him for a few moments before an unreadable expression crossed his features.

"Very well. Aemar, you spar with Aegon."

Harwin gritted his teeth as he watched Criston grip his son's armour and yank him into the centre of the field.

"That is hardly a fair match."

Indeed, Aegon was at least twice his son's size and weight and even in age. Aegon, being the spoilt cunt that he was, seemed delighted at the opportunity to crush a weaker opponent.

"When steal is drawn a fair match isn't something anyone should expect."

Harwin glanced up at the viewing balcony at the king and his father. Neither seemed willing to say a word.

"Blades up." Criston continued.

Harwin could see Aemar was shaking, even from where he was standing. His son was not a fighter, at least not yet. He was small and skinny and his temperament was the most gentle he had seen. He may grow into one yet, but Harwin was certain that this type of combat would not help him get there.

Aemar glanced at his father, his eyes pleading as he shakily rose his sword up in front of his chest.

"Engage."

Aegon let out an unhinged scream as he hurtled himself at Aemar. Harwin was too far away to stop him from hitting Aemar across the face and pushing him down. Harwin reached him as Aegon raised his sword to bring it down onto Aemar's chest.

Harwin lunged forward and grabbed the older prince by the scruff of the neck. Aegon let out a scream of frustration, thrashing around against Harwin as he tried to attack his younger nephew.

"Aegon!" The King finally let out a weak reprimand from above.

Harwin simply shoved him away, sending him stumbling into Ser Criston.

Rhaenyra's children ran to crowd around Aemar who was still on his back. They were murmuring comforting and encouraging things to him as Harwin reached them.

"Son, are you all right?" Harwin crouched down, his heart hammering in his chest as he brought his son up to sit.

The wood had drawn blood, a small slice across Aemar's smooth cheek. It was still enough to make Harwin see red.

"I am ok father." Aemar's small voice wavered, his chin wobbling as he tried to keep a brave face.

"I am confused Ser Harwin. You wish for me to treat your son equally and yet intervene within mere seconds."

Harwin's jaw clenched at the sound of Criston's mocking voice behind him. Harwin rose to his full height, his fists bunched at his sides as he turned to glare at Cole.

"The prince could have been seriously hurt. That match up was not safe."

Criston let out a small chuckle as Harwin turned around once more to pay attention to his son. He needed to quell his anger before he could no longer contain it and did something regrettable.

"I am sorry you feel that match was not fair, Strong." Cole spoke as he eyed Harwin.

"But I am afraid due to your son's.... stature... none of his nephew's would be a fair match." Harwin glanced down at his son who's head hung in shame at Ser Criston's words.

He could hear Aegon and Aemond sniggering behind him.

"Perhaps I could ask one of the handmaiden's to volunteer. Or your new son. They are probably equal in strength."

The snap of broken bone hung in the air.

Criston stumbled back as blood began to leak from his nose. Harwin let out an animalistic growl as he knocked him to his feet and launched himself on top of him. He landed punch after punch, screaming as he let out his rage.

"Say it again! Speak that way about my son again!" He shouted as arms wrapped around him and forced him off the knight.

Criston's body was limp, his head lolling back as blood poured from his nose.

"You talk about him like that again and I will fucking kill you, do you hear me!" He bellowed as other knights dragged him away.

Viserys and Lionel watched from above, their faces grim as they watched the scene unfold.

"So much for that pleasant afternoon." Viserys sighed.

"I heard it took four knights to pull you off him."

Harwin winced as Viserra pressed an ointment into his blistering knuckles.

"I was a bit too preoccupied to count."

Amusement flashed across her features as she rubbed the ointment in gently.

"I wish I was there to witness it, would have got me all hot and bothered."

Harwin shook his head, trying to fight the smile on his face as he glanced up at his wife.

"What? It taking four knights pulling me off him, or watching Ser Criston being beat into a pulp."

"Can a woman not find both equally arousing?" She teased him as she placed the ointment on the table beside the bed.

She withheld a sigh when she watched the smile seep from his face. His eyes glazing over as he thought about today's events. She leant forward and captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

"You did nothing wrong, my love." She mumbled against his lips as she pressed their foreheads together. "

Cole should not have dared insult a prince like that. All the boys heard him say it, he has no way to talk himself out of it. He will be punished. I will see to it that you are not. You were just protecting your son." Viserra's voice was thick with emotion as she spoke, anger furling up inside her at the memory of her husband relaying the words that Cole had said to their son.

She could not think about it for to long. Or think about the small cut on Aemar's cheek that she touched when she kissed him goodnight. It made her sick with rage. Angry enough to burn the entire castle to the ground.

"I still should not have lost my temper. Not in front of Aemar. It sets a bad example." He mumbled as he glanced down at his bruised knuckles.

"It might have frightened him."

Viserra's gaze softened at her husband's words. She ran a hand through his thick hair before using her index finger to tilt his chin up and force him to meet her eyes.

"Aemar adores you. He could never be frightened of you. He knows that you would only act like that if our family was in danger."

Harwin smiled as Viserra leant forward to kiss her husband's forehead.

"I do not know what I would do without you." He mumbled against her skin as he embraced her in a tight hug and buried his head into her chest.

"Nor I you." She whispered to him as she let him cling to her, engulfing her frame as she wrapped her arms around him.

It was in that moment that Viserra's mind wandered back to the conversation they had yesterday when she was taking her bath. About leaving King's Landing. And for the first time, she felt herself seriously considering it.

A knock at the door made both of them pull apart. They exchanged glances before turning their attention to the entrance.

"Enter." Viserra called.

"Rhaenyra." Her sister's name slipped through her lips at the sight of her.

"Sister, Ser Harwin." Rhaenyra inclined her head as they both rose to their feet to greet her.

"What brings you here at such a late hour?" Viserra's brow knitted together as she studied her sister.

"I came to tell you." Rhaenyra swallowed as her eyes darted between them.

"My family and I are leaving. Tomorrow."

Viserra's lips parted in surprise, her eyes darting to Harwin before turning back to her sister.

"To Dragonstone?"

"I should have left years ago." Rhaenyra nodded.

"But what of your position. If that bloodsucking queen has father all to herself-"

"-I have been made a spectacle of sister." Rhaenyra snapped, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "They whisper about me in the corridors. I wish to leave them to it."

Rhaenyra sniffled as she held back her tears, her eyes moving from her sister to Harwin who was studying her warily.

"After the events of yesterday and today, I cannot stay here any longer. You and your family have been tarred with the same brush. I cannot let you be tried and punished for the crimes Alicent believes me to have committed."

"Sister." Viserra breathed out as she stepped forward to take her sister's hands in her own.

"I beg of you, do not do this for my benefit. We are on your side, in your corner. We can batter this storm."

Rhaenyra shook her head and squeezed her sister's hands tightly. "I know sister, I know. But this is a storm that we should flee from." She locked eyes with Harwin's once more.

"And I am not doing this for my benefit, I am doing it for both of our families."

Harwin came to stand beside Viserra as she released her sister's hands, confusion contorting on her features.

"Come with us." Rhaenyra continued as she glanced between the couple.

"We can be a family. Our boys can do as they like, play and train without us having to fear what Criston Cole might do to them."

Viserra dragged her eyes from Rhaenyra up to Harwin's. He was already staring down at her, his face muscles taught. In that moment, it was just the two of them together as they studied eachother.

"Your father-"

"My father does not matter." Harwin cut her off. "Our family is what matters. You know I have always championed us to leave this place."

"I cannot ask you to do this." She whispered, her voice wavering as she spoke.

"I go wherever you go. I would follow you to the end of the earth my love." He murmured back, squeezing her hand tightly.

"It would be nice to give birth and stay in bed for longer than thirty seconds." She murmured after a few moments. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he nodded in agreement.

"Indeed."

For once Rhaenyra was unable to hold back her tears as she watched her baby sister and her husband.

"To Dragonstone then?"

The couple turned to her at her words. "To Dragonstone." Harwin agreed, squeezing his wife's hand once more.

"Maybe you can beat up Cole once more before we go. Just so Viserra and I can have a fond memory of this place to look back on."

A grin spread across Harwin's lips as Viserra chuckled beside him.

"That can be arranged."

I adore this fic and the little family I have created hehehe <3 p.s totally canon that Viserra and Harwin have a girl called Aemma. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!

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The Traveler ~ Daemon ~ Part Eight ~ The End

The end of Scarlett & Daemon's story. Italics - High Valyrian

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~ Part Seven ~

Moons pass and Rhaenyra’s wedding to Cregan is upon us. Although, not without drama. A couple months ago, there was an instance that threatened to destroy Rhaenyra’s reputation, along with Daemon and Scarlett, instigated by none other that Otto Hightower.

~ Flashback ~

When Daemon returned home, he spent the first sennight with his children. He did his best to make up for his time away at war, bonding with his sons and daughter. Daemon entertained them with retellings of his battles - watered-down, of course so as not to upset his wife.

Although he loved spending time with his children, he longed for a night alone with his wife. So, after Rhae and Ali offered to watch their children for the night, he gifted his Scarlett with commoners clothes and the two of them sneaked into the city. 

The two royals enjoyed the night of frivolity, something they’re not often granted. The married couple made sure to keep their hair covered, Daemon’s white hair and Scarlett’s red hair making them beacon’s for who they really are. Unbeknownst to them, one of Otto’s spies, mistakes Scarlett for Rhaenyra, as the two are of similar heights and the trick of light from the torches made Scarlett’s eyes look violet instead of blue. 

Daemon and Scarlett had a wonderful night watching plays, eating and drinking, and even spending part of the evening in a brothel Daemon used to frequent. The whores became excited when they saw Daemon, only to be severely disappointed when they saw he brought his wife.

Daemon is definitely not one to share his wife, but he enjoys showing the men what they can’t have. Scarlett indulged her husband as she wanted something in return once they returned to their chambers. 

Only, rumors get mixed up and the spy reported to Otto that he had seen Daemon, Rhaenyra, AND Scarlett near the brothel. The morning after, once Viserys is made aware of what Otto told him, he summoned his brother and good sister, the two dragged from their chambers.

Indignant about being dragged from their slumber, Daemon and Scarlett demand to know what is going on for them to be given such treatment. Viserys immediately accuses Daemon, “How could you?! How dare you- How dare you take her to such a revolting place!” The married couple exchange looks, “What are you talking about?” 

Visery continues to rage, “You know exactly what I’m talking about! How could you ruin her reputation in such a way?! Is it a ploy to end her engagement?!” Daemon frowns, “Scarlett and I are already married. What does us visiting a brothel together have to do with anything?” Viserys yells, “Not her, Rhaenyra!” 

Scarlett frowns, “Rhaenyra?” Viserys states, “Otto came to me this morning saying that you two and Rhaenyra were seen last night near a brothel!” At the mention of Otto, the married couple immediately know what happened, Scarlett saying, “Daemon and I visited a brothel, yes, but Rhaenyra is watching our children. Along with Alicent. They’re still with them right now.”

Thankfully, one of Maegor’s tunnels is not connected to Alicent’s chambers, where Rhaenyra and the children stayed, a guard standing alert outside the whole night. 

Viserys calms down a bit, but demands they visit Alicent’s chambers. The guard stationed says he’s been there all night, never moving from his post nor slacking to sleep. He confirms the only one’s who have entered and exit are the maids. Viserys enters his wife’s chambers and finds her, Rhaenyra, and the five children - Aegon, Baelon, Aemion, Visenya, and Helaena.

Not noticing the tension immediately, Rhaenyra beams at them, “Good morrow. Kepus, Auntie, did you bothe enjoy your night together? I sure hope I get another cousin. The little ones were angels - for us anyway. Can’t say the same for the maids that bathed them last night.” Viserys frowns, “So, you were here the whole night, Rhaenyra?”

Rhaenyra and Alicent frown, finally noticing the tense atmosphere, “Yes, kepa. I, along with Alicent, offered to watch Aegon, Baelon, and Visenya so that Daemon and Scarlett could have a night alone together. What is happening?” Viserys sighs frustratedly, “Someone made a vile accusation against you, but I see now it was not true.”

Alicent, having an inkling, asks, “Who? Who dare do such a thing?” Viserys hesitantly answers, “Your father, Otto.” Alicent immediately scowls, “He’s no father of mine if he does this. I thought I got through to him!” Viserys inquires, “What do you mean, Alicent?” She, seeing the opportunity seized it, “My father has been trying to get me to speak with you about changing the line of succession. He’s trying to get you to change Aemion to be your heir. I reminded him of his oath, and the contract, but he didn’t head my warning apparently.”

The dragon hidden deep inside Viserys roars to life. The king storming out of his chambers, shouting, “Call a council meeting immediately!” The occupants in the room are left stunned, Daemon saying, “I guess there’s still a dragon in him after all.” Scarlett nods, “Yes. Well done, Alicent. We should have your father out of the castle and King’s Landing in no time.” 

~Flashback ends~

The resulting consequence was Otto not only being stripped of his title as Hand to the King and banished from King’s Landing, but House Hightower had been stripped of its high status. House Hightower is now a more lowly house. Even the Lannister’s and Baratheon’s had higher status.

When asked of how she feels, Alicent merely says she’s not a Hightower anymore, but a Targaryen.

Tears were shed as Rhaenyra and Cregan were joined in marriage, though Daemon won’t admit it to anyone other than his wife. Scarlett took great pleasure in teasing him for shedding a few tears, even when Daemon told her he did so because he was reminiscing their wedding day.

The night was filled with merriment, Scarlett - with Rhaenyra’s permission - announcing her third pregnancy. Daemon happily drank to that, eager for yet another tangible indication of his love for his wife. One he can see grow up fully.

Through the years, with Otto Hightower gone, Rhaenyra and Alicent friends, and Rhaenyra married to the one she loved, the Dance of the Dragons never happened.

Rhaenyra and Cregan lived in Winterfell, as Cregan was still Lord of Winterfell, frequently visiting King’s Landing. They had five children, four sons and a daughter. Their eldest, Jacaerys, became her Heir to the Throne, and their second son, Brandon, became Lord of Winterfell. Their remaining sons, Viserys and Robb, served as knights, eager to defend their family and lands. Their daughter, Daenerys, the gentle soul she was, became a septa as she had no interest in marrying.

Alicent and Viserys had two more sons, Aemond and Daeron. Aemond, at age ten and one, claimed Cannibal - much to his mother’s fright. He and Daeron trained to become expert swordsmen like their uncle and older brother. Aemion was a respectable gentleman and married Visenya, much to Daemon’s displeasure as he didn’t want her to need any man other than him. It only got worse for Daemon when Aemond pursed Rhaena, much like he did with Scarlett.

Daemon and Scarlett had nine children in total. After Aegon, Baelon, and Visenya, they had: Rhaegar and Rhaena - twins - Aemon, Alyssa, Baenor, and Selaenys. Daemon and Scarlett loved their princes and princesses with all their heart, raising them to follow their own paths. All their children were like their father in they were proud of their heritage. With no true obligations, they were free to be whoever they wanted. 

Out of all their children, besides Visenya marrying Aemion and Rhaena marrying Aemond, they married those from other houses, Selaenys even marrying a bastard son of the Prince of Dorne! Because of them, the Valyrian blood spread throughout generations, meaning the dragons never died out. 

When Viserys faced his rapid decline in health, he relinquished the throne and had Rhaenyra crowned Queen of Westeros, wanting to see it while he still had his mental facilities. Viserys death hit the family and Kingdom hard. All of Westeros mourned for their late king, Cregan being a wonder stronghold for Rhaenyra, as Scarlet was for Daemon, Alicent, and the children.

Time went on and soon, Daemon and Scarlett were frail and grey, their children and many grandchildren surrounding them as they knew it was only a matter of time. Scarlett died in the midst of the night, Daemon holding her as she took her last breath. Daemon’s heart gave out a mere ten minutes later, unable to live without his beloved wife - his other half.

Daemon and Scarlett were remembered for eons to come, their love still felt centuries later in the ruins of the Red Keep.

I wake up blinded by a bright light, blinking furiously as the room comes into focus. Realizing I’m in a hospital, and young again, my heart begins to race. This causes the heart monitor to go crazy, nurses and a doctor rushing in. Once they see I’m awake, they try to calm me down, explaining I was found unconscious and brought here by helicopter. They told me I had been in a coma for four months.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Everything I went through, was a dream..

I was released and my parents were overjoyed that I was all right. It took sometime for me to convince them that I didn’t need a bodyguard and had learned my lesson to not do such activities by myself. It also took me a while to get used to living in the 21st century again. 

Feeling down one day, I had made my way to my favorite shop that sold vintage books, furniture, and even jewelry. As I gazed at the jewelry, I stopped when I saw one necklace that was similar to one that Daemon had gifted me with after ten years of marriage. In..in my dream, of course. 

Deciding to buy it, I ask the lady at the counter if I can purchase it, only to be told that it was already claimed. Frowning in disappointment, I nod and make my way to the books. Finding a few that I liked, I sit down at a table by the fireplace and begin one, only to have the necklace placed on the book. Before I can say anything, I hear someone say, “Who are you? What are you doing in here?”

My heart skips, “I’m making use of the fireplace. It’s the only one that’s not constantly surrounded by people this time of day. Although, I see I’m mistaken for today.” The person leans down towards my ear, “You truly do not like this man.” I smile, “Not in the slightest. He is… He is a sniveling cunt.” 

The man chuckles, “You speak High Valyrian?” I nod, “Of course. Rhaenyra was insistent upon it.” I turn and my eyes meet the violet eyes I missed so much, “Daemon…!” He smiles, “Scarlett…!”

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The Traveler ~ Daemon ~ Part Seven

Scarlett endures court while Daemon is off fighting at the Stepstones. Italics - High Valyrian

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Time has passed and my loving husband has been away to fight at the Stepsons. Thanks to Vermithor, thought, I am able to fly myself and our twins to Essos to visit him occasionally. Oh, my sons! Baelon and Aegon are the most wonderful, yet mischievous, boys. At two years old, they already have their kepa’s knack for mischief, but my subtly, which lets them get away with anything. 

Except they know it doesn’t work on me, so they’re terrors for anyone other than their muña, kepa, Auntie/cousin Rhae, and Auntie Ali. 

Aemion, Ali’s son, loves his cousins as they do him. They’re the three musketeers and a royal pain for the maids. They are very protective of their family already, especially Ali and myself, taking after their kepa and kepus in that instance as well. 

Alicent, thankfully, has a much better view of her firstborn son due to my guidance. She doesn’t view him as the personification of the end of her childhood, but as a being that is dependent on her and her love. She’s a wonderful mother to him, and is already pregnant with her second. 

I have already had my third, a darling daughter who has her kepa, brother’s, and cousin wrapped around her finger. Visenya is a gorgeous babe, born with my scarlet hair and her father’s amethyst eyes. It was quite amusing to see the three young boys point their toy, wooden swords at Otto when he attempted to get close to her. Aemion even hit him! I have never seen Daemon laugh to the point of wheezing until that happened. 

What Daemon was most proud of, is how his sons’ dragon eggs hatched soon after their birth. Their dragons eagerly protect our boys and even Aemion, me, and Ali. Visenya’s egg hatched about a sennight before her birth, her dragon having constantly laid on my swollen belly, growling every time Daemon came near - much to his dismay.

Viserys is- well… he’s a work in progress. It made me proud when Rhae scolded him for being absent in her nephew’s and half-brother’s lives. She has made sure to be there for all three boys equally, all while making sure to attend to her duties and projects. She even brings Aemion with her to certain meetings to allow Ali some rest, the council and kingdom surprised to see her dote on her half-brother so much.

Now, though, we are in the carriage which is taking us to Aemion’s second name-day hunt, hosted by the Lannister’s. I grimace as they are quite pompous, as if ‘they are ones who are important to keeping the kingdom up.’ That’s literally what Lord Jason Lannister said to me before I married Daemon, trying to get me to end my betrothal to my dragon Prince. 

It is quite the bumpy ride, Rhae and I attending to a heavily pregnant Ali while the boys play together with their toy dragons. I hold a sleeping Visenya close to my breast as we go over a particularly harsh bump, trying to make sure she stayed undisturbed. Rhaenyra fuses over Aemion, the twins, along with Ali and I, making sure this ride goes as smooth as possible - while also keeping her kepa from speaking as she makes conversation with Ali and I. 

Once we arrive, Viserys gets out first, followed by Rhaenyra who helps Alicent from the carriage, the boys exiting after them and I following behind. Much to my displeasure, Ali, Rhae, and I sit in a tent with some of the other ladies from court. I end up having to smile so falsely my cheeks begin to hurt. Us three women exchange looks whenever one of the ladies says something either snide or unintelligent.

Needless to say, once my husband is brought up in conversation, all efforts to be polite are left behind. 

A lady who was sipping tea in our presences gossips, “My Lord husband says that no king has even been able to tame the stepsons for long. It’s an inhospitable place, suited only for savages.” Lady Ceira Lannister then looks to me, “Perhaps Princess Scarlett could give us some insight.” I raise an unimpressed brow at the ladies as they all look to me. 

I throw a look at Rhaenyra and Alicent, who give me supportive glances, before answering, “I wouldn’t know what insight I could give you, Lady Lannister. Given as I am not fighting there myself.” She raises a challenging brow, “But, your dear Lord Husband is the great mind behind this war, is he not?” I curl my toes in anger, keeping my face as neutral as possible, “Yes, he is. And forgive me for not asking my Prince Husband about the progress of the Stepstones. He and I seem to always be caught up in ecstasy to remember such things when I visit him.”

Rhae and Ali purse their lips to stop laughing at the ladies faces, Lady Redwyne puts in her two cents, “Well, he’s made a mess and the king needs to put an end to it. Send fleets and men and clear out the triarchy for good.” Rhaenyra comments, “The crown is not at war.” Lady Redwyne retorts, “The crown is at war, Princess. Though your father refuses to admit it, we’ve been dragged into it by your uncle and the sea snake.”

I can’t help but bristle, “And how exactly have you served the realm as of late, Lady Redwyne? Have you presented and worked on projects for the better of our people, as Princess Rhaenyra has done? Have you fought on the front lines, as my Prince Husband, Daemon, has done? Have you birthed any royal babes as Queen Alicent and I have done? 

“No! All you and your cohorts have done, is sit around on your loafing arses and do nothing but spread vicious rumors about those who are not miserable like you, because you wish for everyone to suffer as you do. Not to mention stuffing your brutish faces with cake and sweets, which is only showing in other areas. You all also do well to remember, especially you, Lady Redwyne and Lady Lannister, that words against the crown and her family will not be dealt with lightly.”

The tent is quiet, all realizing that my temper matches that of my husband’s. I then leave my twins in the care of Rhae, needing to get away from the insolent people who think they’re worth greater than it truly is. Speaking of such people…

“Lady Scarlett!” I grit my teeth as I turn and force a smile, “Lord Jason. How…expected to see you here.” He smiles what I believe he thinks is charming and says, “It’s quite lovely to see you as well. You look…ravishing.” I narrow my eyes a bit, “I do not believe that is an appropriate comment to a married woman, Lord Lannister.”

He waves me off, “Oh, it’s fine! I was wondering if you had given any thought to my invitation.” Jason tries to step closer to me, but I make sure to step back so as to keep a wide berth. I reply, “Lord Jason. I gave you my answer about visiting Casterly Rock. Between raising my sons, visiting my prince husband, and tending to my other duties as princess, I am unable to visit. And I simply don’t wish too.”

Jason laughs in disbelief, “Why would you not want to visit Casterly Rock? It would be good to become familiar with your potential future home.” I blink, “I don’t believe I take your meaning.” He smirks, “Well, should Daemon die in battle, who would look after you and your boys? We can even have a dragon pit built for your and your children’s dragons.”

I glare at him for his audacity, “I’d rather feed myself and my sons to our dragons than even consider marrying you or you raising my sons should my husband pass. You are worth nothing more than the dirt on my shoes. I am more than capable to raise them by myself and I will not remarry should Daemon perish. I’d count your days, Lord Lannister, as I will inform my husband of your words.”

I turn and storm away, taking my sons to my tent and telling Ali and Rhae what occurred when they followed me.

The next day, the festivities went on. Rhae never stormed off into the woods because Jason came after me, which made Viserys very angry. Not at me, but at Jason who had asked for Rhaenyra’s hand just before he spoke with me. Neither myself, Ali, nor Rhae had ever seen Viserys so insulted. I will give him props for this, as he said he couldn’t believe that Lord Lannister would go after his good sister and imply that he’d marry her if his brother died.

I couldn’t help my laugh, though, when he said he’d like to see Lord Jason last five minutes on the battle field.

One thing I do notice, is that Ser Cole and Larys Strong keeps looking at Rhae, Ali, and myself with looks that they shouldn’t. I also noticed the looks Harwin keeps giving Rhae, only I’m surprised that she doesn’t give him a glance. Though, I can’t say I blame her when I know who she’s been glancing at. 

Just a few moons ago, the Stark’s had made their way down from the north for my twins name day festival. When Rhaenrya set her gaze on Cregan Stark - who is actually older than in cannon - I could see the hearts in her eyes. Cregan looks as though he was sculpted by the gods and if I wasn’t with Daemon…

They ended up spending time together, Ali and I teasing her all throughout their stay. The two have kept in contact, essentially courting each other. I could see her light up when she saw him yesterday when we arrived at Aemion’s name day hunt. 

I am surprised when I’m summoned to Viserys’ tent. I only go immediately as Ali is also summoned, the two of us leaving our children in the care of our most trusted maids and Rhaenyra. Ali and I enter and find Viserys with his head in his hands, obviously stressed. 

Ali waddles her way over, “My King, husband, what troubles you so?” He sighs and looks at both of us, “I can not believe I was blind to see what kind of man Lord Jason was. To ask for one girls hand, only to go after a married woman just moments after… I don’t want to subject Rhaenyra to that.”

I take this change, “If I may, good brother, I believe I may know of someone that is a good match for Rhaenyra.” He sits up, “You do? Who?” I say, “Lord Cregan Stark. Not only would it solidify the North’s support, but Cregan is an honorable, loyal, and respectable man.” Viserys thinks over my words, Ali saying, “I believe that is a wonderful match. I have even seen Rhaenrya and Cregan converse, and they seem to compatible.”

Viserys hesitates, “I don’t believe she’ll agree to me choosing her betrothed. I had told her that I would let her choose.” It’s then that Rhae and Cregan are announced and enter the tent. Rhaenrya hesitates, “Father. You said I would be allowed to choose my betrothed, and I have chosen. I have been courting Cregan ever since Aegon and Baelon’s name day festival and he’s asked for my hand. I’ve accepted.”

Blinking in shock, Viserys stands, “Is this truly what you wish for, Rhaenrya?” She nods with a smile, “Yes, kepa.” Cregan then says, “Your Grace, your daughter is unlike any other woman I’ve come across. I will take care of her with everything in me. I would gladly give my life for hers if it came to it.” 

Viserys smiles, “Then we shall announce your betrothal at once.” Rhaenrya says, “Father, this is Aemion’s name day hunt. We can announce the betrothal once it is over. I do not wish to take away from my brother’s time.” He nods, “All right then. Congratulations, my Rhaenyra.” Ali and I also give her hugs and congratulate her, welcoming Cregan to the family.

Not long after as we break fast, a rustling is heard, catching everyone’s attention. The white stag appears out of the woods, murmurs going around of the white stag coming to bless Aemion as heir. Ali and I share looks as we know her father started that. So imagine everyone’s surprise when the white stag marches straight to Rhaenyra and bows after appraising her.

The announcement of Rhae and Cregan’s betrothal is met with resistance, mostly from the Lannister’s and Otto. Otto continues to try and undermine the both of them, but they’re smarter than he thinks - not to mention us three women have warned Cregan of Otto’s manipulative ways. Thankfully, Cregan said he could see too many comparisons of his uncle and Otto.

After a while, as I hold Visenya and watch Aegon and Baelon play in the Godswood, I hear a distant but familiar screech. The boys stop and look up, listening as the screech is heard again, joy and excitement filling their faces, “Kepa is home!” Visenya claps as she giggles as well before I say to the boys, “Well, what are we waiting for?! Let’s get cleaned up and greet your Kepa!” 

Once we’re all refreshed, we enter the throne room where many have gathered. Daemon enters with his dramatic swagger with a wood and bone crown on his head. He makes his way to the throne, only stopping when a sword is pointed at his chest. Daemon extends the Crabfeeder’s sword to Viserys, “Add it to the chair.” 

He drops it onto the floor and a tense silence fills the room. Ser Cole picks up the sword before Viserys says, “You wear a crown. Do you also call yourself ‘King’?” Daemon says, “Once we smashed the Triarchy, they named me ‘King of the Narrow Sea.’ But I know that there is only one true king, Your Grace.” He then kneels before Viserys, much to the shock of everyone present, and takes off his crown, “My crown and the Stepstones are yours.”

Viserys inquires, “Where is Lord Corlys?” Daemon informs him, “He sailed home to Driftmark.” Viserys asks, “Who holds the Stepstones?” Daemon says, “The tides, the crabs, and two thousand dead Triarchy corsairs, staked to the sand to warn those who might follow.” Viserys steps down from the throne to Daemon, taking his crown and declaring before everyone there, “Rise.”

Daemon does so, the two sharing a moment of reconciliation as the crowd applauds. Aegon, Baelon, and Aemion can’t hold back anymore and run to Daemon, “Kepa/Kepus!” They tackle his legs, much to the amusement of everyone as he scoops up the three boys into his arms. I walk over with Visenya who reaches for him, “Kepa!” I stop in shock, telling him, “That’s her first word!” 

He then lets the boys down and takes our little girl into his arms, pulling me close to him with his free arm once she’s situated. Daemon then presses a chaste, yet passionate kiss on my lips, “My beloved wife.” I smile, “My beloved husband.”

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Mycroft could have happily cursed his brother, if he wasn't afraid his mother might just clip him on the back of his head for doing so. He had no idea how Sherlock had discovered your existence, but he had clearly been waiting for the opportunity to drop your name into conversation in from of mummy, which resulted in this lengthy monologue from the matriarch about commitment and grandchildren that Mycroft had really been hoping to avoid.

"Mummy, I don't have time for all that. I have important work to focus on. I do not have time for a family."

"Nonsense. You have the time, you just choose to focus elsewhere. I don't want you to wake up one day and find that life has passed you by. Sherlock has John, and you have your lovely significant other. My boys are finally settling down." Mother Holmes beamed.

"John is just a friend." Sherlock grumbled, wishing to correct his mother but not wanting to become her focus.

"I would like to meet this mysterious partner of yours. Perhaps next time me and your father come to London you could make the time for your family and we could have a meal together." She looked at Mycroft pointedly.

He didn't say anything, instead gracing her with an indulgent smile. Part of him would love to introduce you to his mother, but another feared she would scare you away with talks of weddings and babies. He had managed to keep you all to himself for almost a year now, perhaps it was time he shared you a little, if only to stop his little brother tracking you down and creating chaos.

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The Traveler ~ Daemon ~ Part Six

Scarlett gives birth.

~ The Traveler Masterlist ~

~ Part Five ~ Part Seven ~

I always knew labor was going to hurt. I had accepted it because there is morphine in my world. Morphine doesn’t exist here yet, nothing even close it. Milk of the poppy doesn’t even work for me. So this fact leads to right now, as I lay Daemon’s and my bed, drenched in sweat and panting as I go through another contraction. 

The day had started off as it normally did after announcing that I was pregnant. Daemon and I broke our fast in our parlor, he would massage my feet, I’d meet Rhae and Ali for tea and gossip, then I’d drag Daemon after his training to our room as my hormones made me insatiable. 

Well…more insatiable than I was before. 

It was while Daemon and I were halfway back to our chambers when I felt something in me snap, followed by a gush of water. Daemon stopped as well and saw my water break, his face going pale as I said, “It’s time. The babe’s coming.” He then swiped me off my feet bridal style and practically ran to our room, only stopping to notify a maid in passing to get the midwives and let Rhae and Ali know of my condition.

The two girls have mended their rift as best they can, Ali gradually spending less time with her father to the point that she only sees him walking in the halls. I am grateful I was able to prevent their fallout, as it will serve them both better to be allies. Ali has mentioned to me how relieved she feels after deciding that she doesn’t need her father’s approval. 

Her and I have also spent more time together, especially after she became pregnant three moons after her marriage to Viserys. I am determined to make sure she becomes the loving parent she should have been and prevent her firstborn from becoming such a horrid person. My efforts to do so, have turned into becoming a mother figure to Ali, even if I am not even a decade older than her.

Regarding my pregnancy, I convinced Daemon to hire midwives from Essos, as I heard reports of how highly in demand they were due to their patients high survival rates. And I still firmly believe the maesters in the Keep are in Otto’s pocket, so I’m not allowing them anywhere near me or my baby in fear they’d do something to us. They have been very wonderful at putting me at ease this whole pregnancy. 

Daemon made sure he was present at all appointments I had with them, wanting to be the best father in the realm. He gladly boasted about how proud he was of me, and how he would give his child whatever they desired, whether they were a son or a daughter. He also told the midwives that he doesn’t care what tradition states, he’s going to be in the room as I give birth.

I am thankful though, as he’s in charge of keeping me cool as I go through my contractions. Ali and Rhae enter the room and sit on my left while Daemon is to my right, the midwives near to observe when it’ll be time for me to push - which I hope is soon. I feel another painful contraction, causing me to groan and wince, everyone almost jolting forward as if they could help me. 

Once it passes, Daemon takes the damp cloth and pats my forehead and neck. Ali says, “We came as fast as we could. We hope everything is going all right.” I give them a strained smile, “Other than the pain, everything seems to be going perfectly. Daemon’s even let go of some of his pride to become my personal servant and keep me cool.” 

The girls giggle while Daemon playfully glares at me, Rhae saying, “You seem to be a miracle worker when it comes to Kepus Daemon, Auntie.” He refutes, “I’m being a devoted husband. My love and I are equals, and I will not treat her any less. Just as she treated me while I had my injury a few moons ago, I am tending to her more as she births our child.” 

I look at the girls as seriously as I can, “That’s true. That paper cut was a real pain.” The girls burst out laughing, the midwives trying to hold theirs as Daemon looks at me in betrayal. He goes to say something, when I feel a pain worse than before, yelping while gripping my stomach. The laughter that filled the room stopped as the midwives hurry to me, the head midwife saying, “That contraction was very close to the last one.”

She checks me and says, “Okay, princess! I see the head, it’s time to start pushing.” I screech as another wave of pain envelops my body, particularly the lower half, “All ready?!” Daemon says, “My dragoness, we have been here since-“ I snarl at him, “Don’t start!” Used to my mood swings, Daemon shuts up and nods. The midwife says, “Okay, you’re gonna need to push all right, princess! Ready? One, two, three- PUSH!” 

Screaming, I start to push, Rhaenrya and Alicent off to the side and watching me with worry. The midwife says, “Okay, rest!” I stop pushing and turn to the girls, “I love you girls, but you don’t have to stay in here if you don’t want to.” They exchange looks before Alicent says, “No, we’re not going anywhere.” Rhaenyra saying, “We’re staying with you, Auntie.”

Another contraction hits and I push again, struggling a bit. It’s then that I feel someone climb to sit behind me. I stop pushing and lean back, only to look up and see Daemon looking at me with worry but also with determination and love, “I’m going to help you. In just a few moments, we’ll have our babe, okay.” I nod, “Okay.” He grabs both of my hands and supports my back, the extra support making it easier for me.

A few more pushes and I feel the baby leave my body, followed by a loud cry that makes me start crying. The midwife smiles at me, “A boy, my princess. He’s a healthy baby.” I break down crying in joy as she hands him to me, looking up at Daemon who has an awed look in his eyes as he looks at our baby. 

Glancing back down at our baby, I can already see the platinum silver wisps of hair barely there on his head. He opens his eyes as he calms down, his eyes the deepest amethyst I’ve ever seen. I laugh as I cry in happiness, the amount of love I have for him unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

Before anything else can be said or done, I feel pain again, yelping as the midwife checks me again, the second one gently grabbing the baby to clean him as the head midwife says, “There’s another one!” I yell, “What?! Twins?!” She nods and I look up at Daemon as I feel more pain, “This is all your fault! You are never bedding me again!” 

I then begin to birth the second baby, this one coming faster than their older brother. The midwife smiles and says, “Another healthy boy!” She lays him on my chest and I feel the same influx of love as I did with his brother. He immediately settles as soon as he hears my heart beat, him also having the beginnings of the Targaryen hair. But his eyes…his eyes are mine.

The third midwife takes him to clean him off as well, Ali and Rhae keep a close eye on the babes and midwives as they are cleaned. The head midwife says, “Okay, this is the after birth, now. No more babies, my princess.” I say exhausted, “And there won’t be for a while.” I can practically taste the relief from Daemon, “So, you weren’t serious about us never bedding again?” I look up at him, “I was in pain. I’d be mad if I never slept with you again.” 

Our boys were then handed to us, the eldest swaddled in a black blanket and the second born in a red one. The babes look at us with curious eyes, cooing as Daemon and I each hold one. Rhae asks, “What are you to name these beautiful boys?” I look up at Daemon and he nods, making me answer, “Well, we were thinking of naming the eldest Baelon, in honor of your brother and grandsire.”

She tears up and smiles, “That sounds wonderful. And the second?” Before I can even say anything, Daemon blurts out, “Aegon. He is Aegon, second of his name.” I roll my eyes, “I’m not even surprised.” Alicent smiles, “Prince Baelon and Prince Aegon Targaryen. They’re perfect. Both the names and the babes.” I smile back at her, “And just as you were here, I shall be with you when you give birth to your little one.”

The head midwife, who stepped out to let a guard know to notify the king, comes back with a frustrated expression, a maid I’ve never seen before following with a bit of a smug expression, looking at my husband with sultry eyes. I narrow my eyes at her, glancing up at Daemon who does the same, both of us holding our babes closer. 

I see Alicent and Rhaenyra exchange looks as the maid curtsies, “Princess, I am Jacklyn. I am a wet-nurse here to feed your babes.” I try to be polite, “Thank you for offering, but I am to nurse my children myself.” She blinks, obviously not expecting that, “But, my princess, it’s unheard of.” I shoot back, “Rare is does not mean ‘unheard of’. Who even sent you in the first place, as I did not request a wet-nurse in the first place?”

She replies, “The Hand of the King sent me. He insisted upon it. I am here under his orders.” Alicent then says sternly, “The princess does not wish for your services. No matter what the Hand of the King ordered of you, I, as your Queen, command you to oblige by Princess Scarlett’s wishes.” Daemon and I share smirks at the dragon Ali is turning into, Rhae fighting a similar smirk.

Jacklyn obviously doesn’t know what to do but nods and curtsies, “Yes, my Queen. Princesses, Prince Daemon.” She then leaves and I say, “Contact Mysaria and see what information she has on this wet-nurse. Also have her find out everything she can about Jacklyn and what Otto really wanted her to do if she doesn’t already know.” Rhaenyra says, “At once, Auntie.”

Ali and Rhae leave to give us some time together as a family, promising to come back later. Daemon comments, “It was very clever of you to pay off Mysaria’s debts, hiring her as our personal spy.” I smile, “Well, she knows she’s indebted to me and that Vermithor will be the one to deal with her should she betray us.”

Otto grits his teeth, “They dismissed your services?” Jacklyn stands nervously in front of him, “Yes, my lord.” He continues, “And Daemon didn’t even look at you with just the slightest intrigue?” She shakes her head, “No, my lord. He looked at me with contempt.” He sighs frustrated, “I thought you said you had the skill to seduce even the most faithful of husbands?! You couldn’t even seduce the Rogue Prince! How am I supposed to convince the council Daemon hasn’t changed if he won’t be unfaithful?!” 

She flinches from his yell as he continues, “Next time, insist they use your services! Tell them the Hand of the King insists on it!” Jacklyn replies, “I did, Lord Hand. But, the Queen was there… She commanded me to listen to the princess’s wishes.” Otto tenses at that, having noticed how his daughter has drifted away from him ever since finding out that he was using her late mother’s jewelry to try and entice Scarlett to court him. He had tried to make amends with her, to get her back under his thumb, but she apparently has no time for him.

He grits his teeth, “I will speak with her. Just stick around and try to entice Daemon.” She curtsies, “Yes, my Lord.” As she leaves, Otto runs his hand through his hair in slight despair, trying to come up with another plan to change succession and get his blood on the throne. He slams his fist and leaves the room, not noticing the smirking maid, who he had forgotten was tending to his room prior to Jacklyn informing him of what transpired when she offered her services.

Seeing this opportunity, she hurries inconspicuously to a brothel - particularly, the one now owned by Mysaria. She shows the brothel security guards the small, rare tattoo of a scarlet dragon egg - a mark meaning they are loyal workers of Princess Scarlett - that rests on her inner forearm. The guards, too, bare the same tattoo. They nod and let her pass, the maid ignoring the patrons and making her way to Mysaria’s study. 

Mysaria, who has the tattoo in-between her breast - to remind her who she swore loyalty to - looks toward the maid. She can tell that she has vital information, eager to spill out what secrets she learned. She demands, “What have you heard?” The maid informs her, “I was just in the Lord Hand’s chambers, cleaning as is my job, and a wet-nurse entered to speak to Otto. Neither of them saw me, as my stealth helps me remain unnoticed, and they spoke of how she was apparently selected by Otto as the wet-nurse, because she, Jacklyn, has a subtle reputation of seducing even the most faithful of husbands. 

“He planned for her to seduce Prince Daemon, the set up of her constantly being around to nurse the children being a perfect cover. Otto doesn’t believe the Rogue Prince has changed and wishes to try to convince the council of it. He said he’d speak to the Queen to convince her to let Princess Scarlett accept her services and to continue to try and seduce the Prince.” Mysaria smirks, “Thank you for this news. Take this sack of gold and return to your post at the Red Keep. Continue to do as you are.” 

The maid smiles, “Thank you, Lady Mysaria.” She nods as she dismisses the maid, writing down everything she was told before handing the sealed parchment to a young messenger, “Speak to no one with the exception of Queen Rhaenyra, Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon, or Princess Scarlett. Head to Prince Daemon and Princess Scarlett’s chamber and give them this. But, should you find the Queen or Princess Rhaenyra prior to your arriving at the chambers, simply give them the message.”

He nods and says before taking off, “Yes, Mistress.” The young boy sneaks into the Keep and hurries to the Rogue couple’s chamber, only to catch sight of Queen Alicent. She notices the boy and he shows her his Scarlett dragon egg tattoo, saying, “This is from the White Worm for the Rogue Couple.” Ali smiles at the boy, “Thank you.” She hands him a pouch of coins before he sneaks off, Ali continuing to her chambers.

She opens the message, Scarlett having asked her and Rhae to manage the messages from the White Worm for the next week as she rests. Alicent reads the message, livid at the end of it. She knows her father will visit her soon and she prays to the old gods and new that they give her strength to deal with him in a diplomatic manner.

Later that evening, Otto makes his way to his daughter’s chamber, hoping to sway her to get Scarlett to have Jacklyn nurse her new child. Bowing as he enters the room, he doesn’t see the eye roll & clenching of Alicent’s jaw when he was announced. He walks over as she continues to make some clothes for her babe & Scarlett’s new twins. She merely greets him, skillfully hiding her distaste, “Hello, Lord Hand.”

Otto nods, “My Queen. I hope your pregnancy has been easy for you.” Alicent replies, “It has been going very well.” They sit in an awkward, tense silence for a while before she subtly demands, “What is the reason for your visit?” He starts his tale, “I’m worried.” She inquires, “Worried about what?” Otto continues, “I am worried that Princess Scarlett is taking on too much for her condition. Nursing her own child, rather than using the services of a wet-nurse-“

Alicent cuts him off, “Will help build a bond between her and her babes.” Otto blinks, “‘Babes’? She had more than one?” She takes great pleasure in seeing her father falter, “Yes, she gave Daemon two beautiful sons. The eldest is Prince Baelon and the youngest is Prince Aegon. They both resemble their father greatly, especially with their silver wisps of hair and facial structure. Baelon has his father’s eyes, while Aegon has his mother’s.” 

Otto thinks his words over, “She has two sons? That is all the more reason for her to use the services of a wet-nurse. Feeding two babes-“ Alicent gets frustrated but politely says, “Father, why are you so adamant they use a wet-nurse? This is not a matter that you have any stake in. Princess Scarlett has decided to nurse her children herself and everyone must respect it. Especially as I plan to nurse my future babe as well.”

Thrown for a loop, Otto replies, “You…what?! Hightower women have never fed their own babes! And-“ Alicent allows her ire to be heard, “And because of that the children have never felt close to their mothers! Their relationships strained! I don’t want that for my children and I. I may have been born a Hightower, but I am the wife of a Targaryen and I will act no less. Now, I believe it is time for you to leave, Lord Hand.”

She turns away from her stunned father, motioning for her guard to escort her father out of her chambers. Once he’s out of the room, she says to her guard, “Please have the wet-nurse brought here by my father escorted out of the Red Keep immediately.” He bows, “At once, my Queen.”

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America: ARE YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: KIDDING ME YOU-

Wong: Fucking.

America: IDIOT?!?

Wanda: …What is going on?

Wong: Stephen banned America from swearing so I’m helping her out.

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Imagine dating Mycroft Holmes.

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The Traveler ~ Daemon ~ Part Five

Daemon and Scarlett are married and Alicent begins to see through her father's manipulations. Italics - High Valyrian

~ The Traveler Masterlist ~

~ Part Four ~ Part Six ~

I stand before the doors to the throne room where the wedding is taking place. Taking a deep breath, I nod to the guards and they open the doors. Now, my gown is not a traditional Westerosi wedding dress. I made sure that the seamstress followed my orders and brought a bit of modernness to my dress. 

It’s a beautiful, white, a-line dress, with black and red lace along the bottom, mimicking flames rising from fire. My neckline is sweetheart, so I am showing enough cleavage that will taunt my soon-to-be husband, but not enough to make me look like a whore. I do have sleeves, but they’re three-quarters length, off-the-shoulder, and black and red lace. 

My long flowing cloak is pure white, since I don’t have a House I belong too. My lips are painted red, while my eye makeup is brown, a very natural look. The hairstyle Rhaenys did, was a flower crown with roses weaved into the braid.

Overall, I look, as Rhae suggested: hot enough that I probably won’t be attending the feast as Daemon will want to ravish me as soon as he sees me.

I walk down the steps and through the hall, my eyes fixed firmly on Daemon. I see a multitude of emotions flicker through his eyes as I draw closer. He was very obvious in his looking over my body, but I could see adoration, happiness, relief, and even love in his eyes. 

Of course, there was lust as well, but seeing the other emotions only made me feel a relief I didn’t know I wanted. It made me feel wonderful that I wasn’t the only one who developed true, genuine feelings during the past few months.

We never broke eye contact during the whole ceremony. I don’t even think we heard any more than our cues, too wrapped up in each other. When Daemon replaced my cloak with his, I caught the smug look he gave to Otto. Then, it came time for our first kiss as husband and wife. Actually, our first kiss ever.

One of the ways that I teased him during our betrothal, was by trick kiss him. I always turned at the last minute so he’d kiss my cheek. Or I’d kiss his cheek and run off giggling. But I knew from the look in his eyes, he wasn’t going to let me tease him this time. 

The Sept didn’t even get to finish his sentence before Daemon pulled me to him, dipped me, and ravished my mouth in front of the whole assembly. It was a kiss unlike any other I’ve had. It had me experiencing a whirlwind of emotions I’d never know to exist. I could tell from Daemon’s expression once he pulled away, that he wasn’t expecting that either. 

The feast was in full swing and Daemon and I were just captivated with each other. Of course, we did speak to the guests who approached us, as well as to Rhaenyra and Viserys and the Velaryon’s at our table. But I had fun when Otto walked up with Alicent. They bowed and curtsied, Otto saying, “Prince Daemon. Princess Scarlett. I offer my…sincerest congratulations on your marriage.” 

Daemon smirks while gripping my hand and kissing it, “Thank you, Lord Hand. I feel quite victorious that she trusted me with her heart. It’s not something that I take lightly.” I rub salt on the wound, “I truly do appreciate the jewelry you had gifted to me over the time I’ve been here, but I felt that Daemon was a more suitable match for me.”

I noticed Alicent frown when I mentioned the jewelry. She hesitated, “Jewelry, Princess?” Rhae smirks into her goblet, a look appearing in her eyes that essentially said, ‘Checkmate!’ I nodded to Alicent after placing my foot on Rhae’s to have her straighten her expression. Answering the Hightower girl, I said, “Yes. Ever since I met your father, he kept pursuing my hand. But, I never felt that we’d be a good match.”

I could tell Otto didn’t want this to be said, but I didn’t care. He also obviously wanted to shut up his daughter, but before he could say anything, Alicent asked, “If it’s not too bold, what were some of the pieces of jewelry, my Princess?” I told her, “Once he gifted me with a necklace and earring set, the necklace of emeralds in a gold setting and the earrings also of emeralds in gold, but with pearls. He also once gave me a bracelet with alternating diamonds and amethyst.”

Alicent obviously struggles to keep her composure, thickly swallowing before saying, “How…interesting. My mother had similar pieces in her collection when she was alive. It’s also interesting that those pieces, in addition to all of the others, have disappeared from the jewelry boxes I inherited from her.” 

At that, I can’t help my shocked expression, looking to my new husband who was looking at me with a look mirroring mine. I even heard Rhae and a few of the Velaryon’s choke on their drinks. I reply, “I…I did not know that, Lady Alicent.” She has tears in her eyes, but doesn’t let them fall, “It’s alright, Princess. How could you have known? I will not ask for them back, though, as they have a new meaning rather than being my mother’s.”

She curtsies before l can say anything else, turning and glaring at her father before giving Rhae a sympathetic and understanding look before storming away as ladylike as she could. Otto makes a hasty exit, leaving all of us stunned. I turn to Daemon, “I feel horrible.” He sips from his goblet, “Not as horrible as Alicent.” I smack his arm and give him a look, “Daemon, her father used her mother’s jewelry to try and court me. I can see why she’d be upset.”

Daemon says, “At least she’s not requesting them back, as you’ve dismantled them.” I roll my eyes, “Had I known, I wouldn’t have.” Daemon says, “But you didn’t. Don’t feel guilty for something that is the result of Otto’s doing, Scarlett.” I sigh, “I will try. She goes through enough just having him as a father.” He nods, “In that instance, I do feel bad for her. But let us focus on us for right now. After all, it’s our wedding. And I am thoroughly eager to start the wedding night.” 

I chuckle, “Of course you are.” Daemon releases my hand before inconspicuously placing his hand on my thigh and gripping it tightly, making me gasp as his touch seeps through my gown and starts a fire within me. He leans over and whispers, “I have not bedded anyone since leaving Dragonstone after the ordeal with the egg. I have resorted to training to work off any kind tension. Your teasing has not helped either. Do not plan to leave our chambers for at least a sennight.”

Seeing the look in Daemon’s eyes, mixed with his words and the fluttering in my heart and womanly area, I know one thing… I’m in trouble.*

Daemon kept his word and we did not leave our shared chamber for a sennight and a half. I can gladly say that I’ve ruined all women for him, as he’s ruined all men for me. I mean, come on, I’m from the twenty-first century. I may have been a virgin, but I know things. It was quite satisfying being the one to reduce Daemon to a speechless state. 

Although, that was in retaliation to him going into an animalistic frenzy after seeing my Targaryen sigil tattoo on our wedding night. 

Once we rejoined the land of the living, Rhae could not stop laughing and looking at me with knowing looks. She also informed me of how amusing she thought it was for how many maids she’d seen blushing after leaving our food at the door or drawing baths for us. 

Oh, I can’t forget the amount of jealous looks I’ve received from Daemon’s old flames and ladies who have unfaithful husbands. Though, Daemon’s not fond of the lustful looks sent towards me that have increased in number. Apparently, we were very loud those few times on the balcony of our chambers. 

Oh, well!

As of right now, it’s been two moons since marrying Daemon and he’s exceeded my expectations. He’s insistent of knowing how my day went, even massaging my feet when I’ve had rough days at court. 

Many a time I ask where the real Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue Prince, is, and he replied the first time, “I am finding myself shocked at some of my actions as well. But, I noticed that meeting you and marrying you has brought out a side of I didn’t know I had. It is like an instinct in me that was dormant and could only be released with the right person. I know for a fact that you’re the only person who could ever have done that.” 

Needless to say, I attacked him that night and we didn’t leave our chambers until the next evening. 

But back to the matter at hand…

Daemon and I have been summoned to the small council, along with Rhaenyra, the three of us having an idea of what is about to happen. We’ve all noticed that Alicent continued to make her visits to Viserys and we knew that he was going to announce their betrothal. 

Due to having become wonderful friends with the Velaryon’s, I was able to sway Corlys from offering Laena as a candidate to Viserys. It also helps that I, not only shut down some lords who were insistent on calling Rhaenys, ‘The Queen That Never Was’, but was able to take Laena and help her claim Vhagar earlier than before. Daemon wasn’t too happy though as I hadn’t told him why her and I went for a ride on Vermithor. 

Regardless, we enter the room and Viserys nods in our direction, looking at Rhaenyra with a pleading look. Alicent also looks nervously at Rhaenyra, who merely looks emotionless. I take her hand to silently remind her that I’m here. 

Viserys then starts, “I have decided to take a new wife.” He looks to Rhaenyra, who nods her head. He continues, “I intend to marry…the Lady Alicent Hightower before springs end.” Rhaenyra’s grip on my hand tightens, almost to the point of making me wince. 

Otto sits there smugly, Alicent looking even more nervously at Rhaenyra. She stares at her before saying in a polite and respectful voice, “Congratulations, Father and Lady Alicent. I wish you a happy and fruitful marriage. I do wish I could stay longer, but I have a meeting with one of the builders for the sewer project that I’m overseeing.” 

She curtsies and leaves the room with grace, many of the council looking reluctantly impressed. Daemon then says, “Congratulations, brother.” He then ushers me out and we set off to find Rhaenyra, knowing her meeting isn’t for another hour. We find her in the Godswood, sobbing her heart out with Ser Harrold look at her with sympathy. 

I hurry over and hold her, just as I did when our mother died. I whisper to her, “I’m proud of you. I know that wasn’t easy in the slightest and it will be hard for a long time. But know that your uncle and I are here for you.” She nods before calming down and wiping her tears, “Thank you, Auntie.”

I find myself in Alicent’s chambers, awaiting her arrival. She is somewhat innocent, but she needs to fully understand what she is getting into. She enters the room, stunned to see me there, “Princess!” I nod and smile softly at her, “Lady Alicent. I never got to congratulate you on your engagement to my good-brother, Viserys.” 

She looks more nervous now than in the council room, “Th-Thank you, Princess. How…how is Rhaenyra dealing with it?” I pour myself some wine, “As well as she can be, as she realized that her father must remarry. I feel though, the fact that she knew you were visiting her father helped prepare her for the announcement.” I see her skin pale, “W-what?” 

I take a sip from my goblet, “Oh, yes. Rhaenyra and I were taking a stroll one day and saw you leaving Viserys chambers. You looked a bit ruffled then.” Alicent tries to find the words, but only succeeds in breathing heavily. I place a comforting hand on her arm, “Calm down, Lady Alicent. You don’t want to make yourself sick.”

She starts to calm down and sits in her chair, picking at her nail beds. I get right to it, “Do you understand what you are expected to do now? What you are to face?” Alicent looks lost, so I say, “You are to be the next Queen Consort. You will be compared to Queen Aemma in everything you do. Not only by Viserys, but by the realm as well. How you handle situations, how you dress, whether or not you bare the King more children.

“You will be expected to provide Viserys with a male child first and then some. Unfortunately, men don’t understand that simply wishing for it, does not make it happen. Viserys so desperately wanted a boy with Queen Aemma. He loved her, and yet, look what he put her through. His lust for his legacy to live on is what killed Queen Aemma. 

“Alicent, you must be prepared for him to do the same to you. There will also be many who, should you bare a son, will seek to install him as the new heir.” Alicent whispers, “But, Rhaenyra is the heir. She would make a great Queen, not to mention that the lords swore oaths to her. They couldn’t do such a thing.” 

I nod, “I know, dear. But, don’t worry, there are legal documents put in place that will lead the one trying to influence Viserys and change the line of succession to being charged for treason. But that is how men work. They will fight tooth and nail to keep a woman from being the main ruler of the land.” 

Alicent sighs, “I will do my best to support Rhaenyra as heir. It is the least I can do in trying to make amends for what I’ve done to her. But I was only doing what my father told me to do. Although, my respect for him has ebbed away a bit after finding out he sent my mother’s jewelry to you as courting gifts.”

I internally smirk, hoping to chip away at her reverence for her father even more. I lean forward and take both her hands in mine, “Alicent, my dear, listen to me. Once you marry Viserys, you will be under his headship, not your father’s. You are marrying into a house of dragons and you will need a backbone to survive. I want you to know that if things become difficult or you just need someone to lean on, I will be there for you. 

“You will have more than your father to rely on. You will have me and Rhaenyra. She has said that, while she’s not happy with how things have turned out, she realizes that you can not refuse the King. She just wishes you had told her about visiting her father, but she hopes to mend your relationship and help you navigate royal life.

“I also want you to remember something. Hightowers are sturdy structures. They can weather anything they go through, but Dragon’s are predators. They do not back down. They stand up for themselves and breathe fire on their prey. You are to become a dragon, Alicent. You must learn to think for yourself and stand up to those who seek to sway you. Even if they come from your own family.”

She looks at me, “You are speaking about my father, aren’t you?” I grip her hands tighter, “Alicent, can’t you see the differences between how your father is with you and how Viserys is with Rhaenyra?” Alicent says, “Rhaenyra knows her father loves her. And he’s given her the privilege to choose her betrothed. While I sometimes wonder if my father sees me as his daughter or a pawn for him to use.”

I see the clogs turning in her head and she begins to cry, making me slowly pull her to me and she collapses into my chest sobbing, much like Rhaenyra earlier this day. She says in-between sobs, “Oh, what have I done?! What have I gotten myself into?! Why did I listen to my father?!” I rock her back and forth, “Because, like most daughters, you wanted his approval. I understand that.”

She pulls away and wipes her tears, a determined look appearing in her face, a look of a dragon coming to life. I watch proudly as she stands and says, “No more. I will be Queen Consort. I will have authority over my father, something I have never had. I will use my power to remove my father from King’s Landing and help install Rhaenyra on the throne - no matter how many sons I may give the king. Rhaenrya will become Queen.” 

Well, that was easier than I thought. I stand and smile proudly at her, seeing relief in her eyes, “I’m proud to see this side you, Alicent. I am also happy to see you taking a stand for yourself. If you need anything, let me know. Dragons take care of each other.”

Another moon has passed, and we attend yet another feast, only this time, it is to kick off and celebrate the wedding plans of Alicent and Viserys, who are to be married in a sennight’s time. The whole time, I wish to smack the smirk off of Otto’s face, but I smirk when I think of the girls and my plan. 

Rhae and Alicent have been civil toward each other, slowly growing their friendship again. They will never have the same relationship they had before, but everyone - especially Viserys - is happy they’re getting along. Otto, expectedly, not so much. Alicent shares a look with Rhae and I, the two of us nodding inconspicuously before Rhae makes a speech to congratulate the couple.

I then take my cue and stand, “I would like to welcome Alicent into our family. It will be nice to have another wonderful lady in the house of the dragon.” Everyone cheers before I continue, “And I do know, that this day is for you both, but I do have an announcement to make.” 

Glancing at Alicent again, who smiles, I proudly announce as I take my confused husbands hand, “I am happy and eager to announce that I am three moons with child. May the Gods old and new bless me to give Daemon a son!” The cheers that follow are deafening, Viserys proudly clapping a stunned Daemon on the back. Alicent and Rhae give me a hug, Laena hurrying over to do so as well. 

Otto, though, looks like he’s about to flip the table. Whether it’s because I am carrying Daemon’s child and not his or because my child would be a threat to any children that Alicent gives Viserys, I don’t know. But right now, as I am kissed passionately by my teary-eyed and ecstatic husband, I can’t find it in me to care.

*Mature chapter in the works

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The Traveler ~ Daemon ~ Part Four

Daemon takes pride in his choice of bride

~ The Traveler Masterlist ~

~ Part Three ~ Part Five ~

I announced to Viserys my decision the next morning, much to his delight. He was happy that I was to become family due to my relationship with Rhaenyra. He is pleased to see how much more responsible Rhaenyra has become and he knows it’s due to my guidance. 

Viserys called a meeting with he Small Council to announce the betrothal. It was so satisfying seeing Otto so angry that I did not choose him. When the head maester asked why I picked Daemon, I spoke to boost Daemon and innocently devalue Otto.

~Flashback~

Maester Mellos inquired, “My Lady, it is known that Prince Daemon had not consummated his last marriage. Why have you chosen him as your husband-to-be other than Lord Hightower, who had consummated his previous marriage?”

I place my foot onto Daemon’s to keep him from reacting, responding to the maester who I’m sure is in Otto’s pocket, “Well, it is to my knowledge that it was not only Prince Daemon who did not take initiative to consummate the marriage. Wasn’t the late Lady Rhea unhappy with the union as well? Prince Daemon chose me as a new bride, and I am quite happy with such a match. 

“Also, given that I am a bit older than most maidens are when they’re married, I thought it better to accept the offer of marriage as Prince Daemon is younger. As stated in your own personal findings Maester Mellos, younger men are more likely to produce heirs than older men. Thus, since I am trying to balance my disadvantage with Prince Daemon’s advantage.”

Daemon and Corlys let out chuckles while Viserys hides a smile, the rest of the small council glancing at an infuriated and humiliated Otto before looking away. Daemon also smirks smugly at Otto, “I assure you, my lords, I will have no problem consummating this marriage. If you wish to stand out in the hallway to make sure, you may, since there will be no bedding ceremony. As if I’d allow anyone other than myself to look upon my beloved wife in such a state.”

~Flashback End~

It physically hurt that I had to cater to their sexist views to get them to understand why I chose him - even though that is not why I really did. Trouble he may be, but I’ll take him over Otto or an unknown lord any day. I also had to restrain from smacking Daemon’s shoulder in front of the lords for that comment he made. Once we left the room, I did hit him, though it did not hurt him. I couldn’t help the smirk though as I said how satisfied I was with Otto’s reaction. 

The wedding would be taking place in three moons and Rhaenyra very happy for us. She had said how she had a crush on her uncle, but that she didn’t want me to be trapped as Otto’s bride. She has, thankfully, gotten over it and is already calling me Auntie. She’s even helping to plan the wedding, saying and I quote, “No aunt of mine deserves any less than the grandest wedding Westeros has ever seen!”

Daemon and I have taken to spend our bonding bashing and plotting the downfall of Otto, many a time it including him being ended by Caraxes or Vermithor. There have been a few moments of teasing, but being from the twenty-first century, I knew how to better keep Daemon on his toes. He has also taken to heart my request and feelings as it’s heard that Daemon has not once been to a brothel or entertained women since our betrothal was announced. 

It’s also said that he’s been training a lot more and harder than ever before. So, kudos to me!

The reactions to the many lords and ladies have been amusing, all of them looking at me mystified that I got Daemon to stop his promiscuous ways. Many a lady, particularly ones with sticks up their arses subtly implied that I’ve already given myself to Daemon. I took great pleasure in saying that I’ve done nothing of the sort, and that I - unlike some people - merely know how to keep my intended interested and averting whores without a single touch. 

That shut them up as they can’t say that they’ve done the same with their lord husbands, who obvious have their mistresses on the side. Even when one mistress tried to seduce Daemon, he looked at her uninterested and merely walked away from her and towards me. I couldn’t help but smile smugly at her while he smirked at my triumphant expression, kissing my hand.

After three moons of planning the wedding and scheming against Otto, it’s finally time for Daemon and I to wed. Rhaenyra helps me get ready, Alicent having offered too, but Rhae very diplomatically said that she had it covered and to buzz off. I honestly do feel bad for Alicent because of her father, but she should have told Rhaenyra what was happen instead of keeping it from her.

Rhae had been able to enlist the help of Laena and Rhaenys to help get me ready. While Rhaenys is halfway done with my hair, Rhae and Laena pick out my jewelry for me to wear, trying to determine what would compliment me best for today. Rhaenys asks, “Are you certain about marrying Daemon?” 

I can understand where Rhaenys is coming from, but I tell her, “I am certain. Honestly, I have started falling for Daemon, and he’s made it evident that he cares for me. I spoke with him before accepting his offer and told him I’d not be made a fool of. I gave him until a fortnight before our wedding to stop with his promiscuity because I know it’s hard to stop a habit. 

“But he stopped immediately. I have even heard the ladies gossip about how many of the whores have tried to seduce him back, but he rejected them all. Once about three weeks after our betrothal was announced, I was walking about in the middle of the night because I wasn’t able to sleep. It’s was during the changing of the guards when I happened upon Daemon alone in the Godswood. 

“He was approached by a maid he’d once slept with and she tried everything, including begging, to get Daemon to sleep with her once more. He told her off and left her there, but the next morning that we broke fast together, the same maid brought us our food. She made it evident that she despised me, causing Daemon to reprimand her and he then told me what happened after she fled. 

“Daemon may have a past, but I can see he’s doing his best. I grew up observing people and their actions, my father teaching me how to accurately read people to know how true they really are. I know when someone is being genuine and when they’re putting on facades. Daemon is truly genuine and I’m more than willing to give him a chance.”

Rhaenys smiles a bit, “As long as you understand what you’re getting into by marrying him. But know that you will always have a place at Driftmark should you need it.” I smile at her gratefully, “Thank you, Princess. I appreciate it.” Rhae and Laena then come over with the jewelry they picked out for me, eager to get me dressed and married to their uncle/cousin and become family.

Daemon POV:

I smirk as I watch everyone finish setting up for my wedding from my window. The initial wedding feasts had been quite wonderful. Scarlett does not know, but she is spoken of among the men as one of the most exotic woman in the world. Some of the men even having previously thought the Dornish women were the most exotic. It is not only her unique scarlet red hair and bright sky blue eyes, but also the way she carries herself. She is the perfect balance between a noble lady and seductress. 

When I first saw Scarlett in the throne room, I was intrigued at her dismantling a courting proposal gift, saving the gems but discarding the gold setting. Granted, the gems are more rare than gold. What made amused even more, was how she didn’t hold back her opinion on the lord who was continuously trying to court her. And I’ll admit, her perfect High Valyrian stirred something in me. 

It only made my plans for the upcoming tourney even more sweet when she mentioned that it was Otto who was vying for her attention. Not only did I make sure to joust with the Hightower spawn, but I asked for the favor of the woman who he was taken with. I couldn’t help myself but taunt him afterwards. Then at my good-sister and nephews funeral, I could see how broken she was by Aemma’s death, but she still comforted Rhaenyra and even helped support her, commanding Syrax with Rhaenyra.

While I was taking Mysaria to Dragonstone during Rhaenyra’s coronation, I couldn’t help but think if I should have brought Scarlett with me instead. When I had taken the egg meant for my nephew, I truly didn’t expect Rhaenyra or Scarlett to appear, but I enjoyed the view. Scarlett, despise her non-Valyrian features, looked truly intimidating and beautiful upon the dragon. And what a shock it was for her to claim a dragon - Vermithor, no less. She looked uneasy at first but I could tell that something was at work here.

Dragon’s just don’t bond with those without Valyrian blood, so where did she come from? Does she actually have Valyrian blood but not know it?

She climbed onto Vermithor and flew bareback, as I watched as she took off - with her luscious locks flowing behind her - I realized what I needed to do. I settled thing in Dragonstone immediately and flew to the Vale, where I…took care of my wife… I hurried back to Viserys and told him of the “tragedy”. He consoled me, though I didn’t need it, and asked if there was something I needed, that he would grant me anything to help me grieve. 

So, I asked for Scarlett’s hand. 

He looked at me, stunned and hesitant, before saying that not ten minutes before, Otto had asked for her hand as well. I clenched my hands in frustration, but smirked internally as she has no interest in him. I, thus, did what was unexpected on my part…I told Viserys that she should choose who she wanted to marry. Slipping in how much Scarlett loved Aemma and thought of her as her mother, really worked in my favor. 

When Scarlett told me her conditions for accepting my proposal, I understood where she was coming from. She is so different from the other women in the realm and I couldn’t even think about being unfaithful to her. I realized how lucky I was for such a woman to be considering someone like me - a second son with an atrocious reputation - as her husband. Not to mention, I have no doubt she truly would inflict the consequences she spoke of.

I don’t want any man so much as looking at her, much less touching her. If they did, I would have their hands. Even when I was approached by many women, I couldn't feel any lust toward them. I couldn't even think of any woman other than my Scarlett. This also meant that I was training a lot more as I needed some outlet of release. I wouldn't dare ruin her reputation. 

What was this woman doing to me?

The defining moment where I realized I was truly falling in love with her, was when she said that she wanted us to have a Valyrian wedding ceremony following the wedding for the realm. She respects my culture and wants me to embrace it. How could I not start to fall for her? Not to mention how smart she is, tricking the lords into signing a contract that protects Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne.

I enjoyed watching the lords reactions to our betrothal, especially Otto’s. I held in my laugh as my Scarlett gave them a bogus reason for choosing me, even though she’s right in we’ll have better chances of producing heirs rather than her and that cunt. While I knew she was only saying it to appeal to their sexist views, I hated that she said she was at a disadvantage due to her being older than most maidens are when they marry. She is still young and I will make sure she feels it.

I won’t have anyone disrespecting my Scarlett, not even Scarlett herself.

Being who I was, I couldn’t let the comment about whether or not I’d consummate our marriage go. I am quite proud of my retort, even if it may have resulted in me getting swatted at by my betrothed. But, I knew she was as amused as I was. 

I hear the door open and in walks Viserys with the cloak I am to wear and then place on Scarlett. He smiles at me, “Brother. It’s time.” I walk over and place the cloak on, “All right, let us go.” Viserys stops me, “You aren’t nervous?” I scoff amused, “Nervous? I am ecstatic! I am marrying a woman I chose for myself, I don’t think I can get happier than that.”

Oh, you had better believe I am going to be petty about not having a choice in my first marriage. I see the guilty expression cross his face, but I say, “Now, let’s get going. I don’t want to keep my bride waiting.”

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Dragon of Dorne - Chapter II

Here is the long-awaited Chapter II. Seeing all the love and support for this series has been amazing, I hope you guys love Chapter 2 as much as Chapter 1 <33

Chapter III (3) is going to have some Daemon/OC moments, which we love. I was going to add everything into Chapter 2 but I have placement at the moment and it'd be easier to post it in two halves, just so there isn't a longer delay in waiting.

Dance of Shadows is up next to be updated, so keep an eye out <33

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

There was a baited silence, the air stifled with the pungent smell of betrayal as Rhaenyra simply stared at the girl who had called her father Kepa.

"Father. Who is this?"

Rhaenyra's voice was quiet, but it was drowning in echoes of dread - she knew, of course she did.

It was hard not to find the similarities between the girl and her father. She had the white hair of a Targaryen that was wisped and curled at the ends just as her own father's. The girl, young and bashful, stood with her shoulders straight and head held high despite the worry that poured off her in waves.

It was a feeling Rhaenyra recognised - the feeling that she may have disappointed someone she cared so deeply for.

Rhaenyra's mind then turned to Alicent, thinking of her hazel eyes - the very eyes she felt watching her every step during her days at the Keep. The very eyes Rhaenyra found herself searching for amongst bushels and trees, even from the heights of her dragon and in the depths of the sea. A colour that had brought comfort in memories that existed far too long ago and yet seemingly felt like it occurred only a moon ago.

Alicent's eyes would grow green as she grew in passion, glowing the very colour of her hometown flags when it called to war.

But this girl - her eyes, whether she was worried or happy, it seemed they would flicker with warmth. Her eyes burned golden in the flames of the Keep, but Rhaenyra was sure the shadows of everlasting darkness would rise along with the sun.

If that was not all, where Alicent's skin was pale from her time confined in the Keep or hidden within the walls of the Sept, where her father's hue grew green and grey from overpowering sickness and the looming presence of death pressed up against his throat, this girl stood in front of her was a rich complexion that was rare to see amongst the people of King's Landing.

This girl was not a child of Alicent's, but there was no denying she was her father's.

Had Viserys raised a bastard? An orphan?

Had Alicent accepted her with open arms and a loving heart?

Would she truly do that? Why?

Why, when she could not accept Rhaenyra's own children, would she accept the bastard of her husband who was to be loyal and loving?

It did not make sense.

This did not make sense.

Viserys remained ignorant to Rhaenyra's calling voice, to her silent pleas and growing confusion. He pretended he could not feel the dragon awakening in Daemon's blood nor the hesitation of his grandchildren as they sat straighter in their seats.

Viserys forced himself to spare a glance upon his other children - Helaena was hunched over a quaint object hidden in the palms of her hands, Aemond sat rigidly upon his seat, face bare from emotions and his seeing eye caught on the figure of his sister and Aegon, his eldest son - the child he had been longing for, for decades, the child he had never been able to love - lounged upon his seat, his sister-wife on one side and an empty seat on the other, a drink in hand as he gazed at Alaynha with shining eyes.

His eyes found themselves back to his daughter, who stared at him with guilt and admiration hidden in the depths of her eyes - she would seek his praises and his love wherever she could find them, and this time was no different.

***

"Kepa?"

He was giving Alaynha that look again, the look that brought a tumbling feeling of pity to fall into the pit of her stomach - to churn and grind as she tried to not think of all her father had lost, and all she had never been able to have.

She wondered, for a moment, whether it was her mother he saw or Rhaenyra's. There was a part of her tempted to ask, but under the heated gaze of her uncle and the calculating stare of her half-sister, she found herself growing uncomfortable with the attention. She wished to move towards her seat, to sit next to her brothers, where she knew she would be safe from the prying eyes and interrogative nature of Rhaenyra's family.

But Viserys hadn't answered her yet, and she would hate to learn that she upset her father. So she stayed, remaining stood upright as she called to him - "kepa, I do apologise. I must have gotten quite distracted on my dear Tolīmorghon, I fear I did not pay mind to the time."

Ghost.

Daemon's eyes sharpened at the word - he was the Rogue Prince who conquered his dragon when he had just turned a man, the warrior who searched for the fiercest beast to ride alongside in the skies, the Forgotten Heir who was overlooked just as his beast had been, until Daemon had found him - Daemon knew of the dragon the girl spoke of.

He marvelled in quiet admiration, and it was then Viserys spoke. A gentle smile tugged at his lips, preening up to the young girl as though he was seeing her anew - "Alaynha, my dearest. I am most joyous you could join us, your King forgives your delay."

Daemon watched as the girl who stood so brightly amongst them all grew calm at her father's words, hiding the relief she felt behind a broad smile. Still, she stood, a waiting figure as her eyes fell upon them.

Upon him.

Her eyes glittered as they marvelled upon his presence - of all the stories her father had told her, the ones of his younger brother, Daemon, held a special place. To listen to the bouts of his adventures, to see her father's own excitement as he would recount Daemon's fiercest battles. It was all a sight to behold, all occuring within the rare fractions of time her father could breathe without the milk of the poppy being poured down his throat.

Daemon's head was angled towards the table, feigning disinterest for the sake of his wife, who watched him out of her periphery. But Daemon's eyes, violent and brash, traced over the girl who stood in front of him as she unashamedly did so too.

It did not take Viserys long to notice her wandering gaze, a knowing sigh tearing itself from his throat in the form of a scratchy cough. Still, he kept himself composed. He knew of Daemon's proclivities, but he knew that with Rhaenyra bound to him, he would not try his hand at any other maiden. Let alone his youngest niece.

Alaynha glanced back at her father at the sound of his rough cough, cheeks heating as she realised she must've been caught. But still, she waited for her father to address her, "it has been too long, my child. Too long, that you have been apart from your eldest sister. I hope meeting now can make amends for the mistakes of my past."

Viserys had always been vague in his words, but he was even moreso now. There was an awkward silence echoing through the room, as Viserys' words sounded as an affirmation for Alaynha's heritage.

Rhaenyra did not speak, nor smile, nor blink.

Daemon did not break his predatory gaze, hand limp upon the table as he held Rhaenyra's hand within the palm of his own.

"It is nice to finally meet you... sister."

A hesitant smile drew itself across Alaynha's face, but she did not give in to the festering panic within the confines of her chest. She waited, hoping Rhaenyra would speak.

She did not.

Rhaenyra blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

Much like her father, Alyanha's words had caused her to see anew. Yet, this time, it seemed as though she was looking through the girl rather than at her.

Alaynha floundered for a moment, eyes straying from Rhaenyra's passive stare to meet the hard, stern look of Aemond. Her brother had not failed to notice Rhaenyra's feigned ignorance, the action causing rage to burn through his seeing eye.

Before Aemond could make his anger known, it was a voice - quiet and slow, a tone so distinct from the violent warrior who spoke that even Rhaenyra held her breath, eyes twitching as she glanced to her left.

It was Daemon who had spoken, Daemon who had replied. Daemon, who did not stray his eyes from the girl that stood, fingers fumbling and eyes darting to-and-fro from her brothers to her estranged sister. It was Daemon who saw her, whilst her own sister pretended as though she was just another Lady of the Court.

Another shadow hidden in the depths of the Keep.

"Niece. I fear my brother's actions have left you estranged from mine own, but no more. We are of one blood, so we are of one family."

His words helped to dull her thudding heart, though his face had a sarcastic smile pasted upon it - as though his words were tasteless and false - there was a smouldering spark of curiosity that set his violet eyes alight.

Alaynha nodded, a polite smile upon her face - "it is good to finally make your acquaintance, Uncle. Father has spoken most graciously of your time in the Keep."

Daemon raised a brow, his hand leaving Rhaenyra's to trace a finger against his lower lip as he suppressed the smirk that began to grow upon his face, "I am sure he has."

He spared Viserys a glance, amusement twinkling in his eyes as he thought of all his immoral and scandalous acts throughout his time in the Keep, and wondered what it was exactly his niece had been told.

Daemon looked back at Alaynha, admired how, despite the stifling sense of discomfort that filled the hall, she still stood - waiting.

But waiting for what?

Daemon instead looked towards his daughters, eyes falling upon Baela and Rhaena as a proud smile stretched across his face - "these are my daughters, Baela and Rhaena - your cousins," his eyes then moved to the boys who sat next to his children. His eyes traced over the dark brown hair of the heirs of Ser Harwin Strong, skimmed over the muddy eyes that sung whispers of their heritage, and continued, "these are their betrotheds, Rhaenyra's sons."

Daemon paused for a second, turning his head towards Rhaenyra. He waited, seeing if she would speak and acknowledge her sister who waited with eager eyes and a pleasant smile, but Rhaenyra's eyes now lay upon her empty plate and the hand he had previously held sat fisted in her lap as she ignored her sister once more.

Daemon cleared his throat, turning towards the boys to nod at each one in turn - "this is Jacaerys. And this is Lucerys, his younger brother."

Lucerys.

The pleasing smile upon her face melted as her expression soured into a look of apprehension, and Daemon tried his best to ignore the nagging feeling that clouded his mind at the sight of such a smile disappearing much too soon.

Her eyes now began to move in earnest, darting between the boy named Lucerys and her brother, Aemond.

She had known Lucerys would be in King's Landing, that she may cross him in the Keep. But she had not thought she would see him now - sat timidly across from her brother, who only seemed to sit straighter as he noticed her horrified glances.

This was Lucerys. The boy who had stolen her brother's eye - the boy who had taken so much from Aemond and not paid a drop of blood in return.

Sure, Aemond had gotten a dragon in return. But to lose a part of yourself such as half your sight, it could not be compensated for, even with a dragon like Vhagar.

Alaynha knew. She knew of how her brother grew somber when he would escort her on walks past rivers and lakes and catch a glimpse of his ghastly reflection. She knew of how her brother would grow short-tempered when he heard the snide remarks of the Ladies and Lords of the Courts, about his scar and patch. She knew of how his tongue grew sharper when he would be reminded of what he had lost, despite what he had gained.

It was Alaynha, with child-like glee, who offered her older brother a sapphire gem. Alaynha who promised if he wore it in place of his unseeing eye, then women would fawn for him from all the Seven Kingdoms. Alaynha who helped him build the courage to remove the blood-stained cloth from the broken and shattered mirror within his chambers, to replace it with one ten times its size, to find love in what he had lost and to embrace it too. It was Alaynha, who had held her brother tearfully as he reassured her in a tone that sounded too much like defeat, who had built her brother back up from the scattered pieces Lucerys had laid to waste.

And now, it was Alaynha who stared at Lucerys, the boy who had broken her brother and changed him into a man, when he only ever had to be a child.

Aemond could see her distress, could see how her eyes clouded as memories of seeing her brother's face - bloody and scarred - shrouded her mind. Aemond wanted to move, wanted to help. He wanted to guide back his dear sister, but he was also stuck in such a dark and pale reverie.

His mind sank into the depths of his childhood without consent, his thoughts incoherent as the reality of today began to meld with the echoes of the past.

So it was Aegon who moved first.

He watched his brother, who sat still with a rigid spine and tensed shoulders, stare at Alaynha with a heavy gaze.

It was Aegon who knew of the insecurities that plagued his brother, and how he had made it worse by trying to help - sending him into the arms of whores who showed him lust and affection, despite his marred face and clumsy hands.

But he could do this. He could help this time.

When Aegon stood, his movements were silent, but as he drew to his full height, Daemon and Rhaenyra could not help but watch him.

He rounded the table and his face grew passive, watching the curious stares of a protective Jacaerys and a guilty Lucerys. He paid them no mind, having waited enough to begin dining that he would use his sister as an excuse to hurry the affairs so he may return to his chambers to indulge in his favoured proclivities.

His steps were graceful, despite his stomach which was sated and heavy with the most favourful of wines. And when he stood in front of Alaynha, drawing her eyes to look upon him, he pretended as though he could not feel the burning gaze of his uncle nor half-sister. He pretended he could not feel the belligerent stare of his grand-sire nor the suspicious gaze of his mother. And, well Viserys had simply not spared him a glance - eyes glazed in a haze of pain as he watched the scene unfold and hoped, deep in his heart, the children he held closest to his heart would care for one another, even if it's for his sake, and not their own.

"Come sister," Aegon's voice was soft, a gentle drone that was nothing like that unsavoury tone he took up with his maids and whores.

"Let us dine, you must be hungry."

Aegon did not let her protest, taking her hand in his as he led her to the table and waited for her to take her seat.

Aegon hesitated, if only for a moment. His gaze crossed the table, and found the deviant stare of his uncle. It was as though he took Daemon's glare as a challenge, and whilst keeping his eyes upon his uncle, Aegon pressed a tender kiss upon the crown of Alaynha's head, before taking his seat at her side.

It was now that Daemon could not control himself, and a vicious smile crossed his face at the actions of his nephew. He sat up, leaning closer towards the table as he nodded towards Aegon - a challenge indeed. But Daemon was not one to lose.

***

The tension had slowly begun to dull, even Rhaenyra had sunk into her seat as she waited for Alicent to finish her prayers before they could dine.

Still, Rhaenyra did not so much as glance up at Alaynha, preferring to lay her hand atop Daemon's and fiddle with his rings as his hand laid in a gentle fist atop the table.

Daemon, on the other hand, careful and observant, let his gaze travel over the newcomer and let his mind fester with theories and tribulations. There was a part of Daemon, dark and troubled, that wanted to know more of the girl.

There was a part of Daemon that had a spark sent through him, and it felt as though he was almost set alight.

It was hard for Alaynha not to notice his shameless stares, and she had tried her best not to meet his eyes despite it seeming as though he wished she did. Her heart pattered at a hurried pace whenever she so much as brushed her vision against the outline of his figure, and she knew if she met his gaze her cheeks would heat in defeat, and such a notion would be hard to dismiss in the face of Alicent and her children.

So she took to watching her brothers converse, but her ears remained listening out for the voice of her uncle - a deep rasp, slow and dangerous. Alaynha found that she would not dislike being on the receiving end of such a voice.

As Alicent's prayers come to an end, her next words have Alaynha's eyes flashing towards her - "and to Vaemond Velaryon, may the Gods give him rest."

Alaynha frowns, "has something happened to Ser Vaemond?"

She knows her words sound naive. It was not hard to guess what had happened to Ser Vaemond, but a part of Alaynha was much more concerned with why.

It was Otto, his face sombre, who spoke gently to the girl, "I fear, dear Princess," begins Otto, "the petition had gotten slightly out of hand - it seems Ser Vaemond Valeryon paid the price with his life."

Though his voice sounded sorrowful, there was a tinge of anger in his words as though he was exasperated by the turn of events that had happened in Alaynha's absence. Perhaps if she had been there, she could have helped prevent the bloodshed.

Before Alaynha could ask him for further clarification, Rhaenyra speaks, "his lies and acts of treason are what sent him to his deathbed."

"Oh," there was a tense silence echoing through the room as Rhaenyra waited to see her youngest sister's reaction to the news. A part of Alaynha wanted to know more, wanted to know what was said. But she could not ask, not like this when her family - old and new - had been at each other's throats since Alicent's betrothal to the King.

Alaynha hesitated for a moment before she continued, "well, mother always says it is a terrible act to lie," she concluded, nodding her head as though she agreed with Rhaenyra's stance, "it is most immoral. Isn't that right, Muña?" Mother.

An indulging smile tugged across Alicent's face, "it is, my sweet."

Alaynha shares a beaming smile with her mother, pleased by her praise, before looking towards her father with pleading eyes, "can we eat now, Kepa? I haven't eaten since I mounted Tolīmorghon."

Viserys lets out a boisterous laugh and concedes, it is the first he has let out after weeks of being subdued by the milk of the poppy.

And it is the first laugh, a true and melodic sound, that Daemon had heard escape from his brother since Aemma had passed.

His heart picked up at the sound, his eyes finding the grinning face of his brother as Viserys stared across the table, eyes shining with a jovial sense of joy, towards his youngest daughter and sweetest child.

Daemon chose then to stare at her, too. He found himself tracing over her every feature, as though he was committing her to memory so he could never forget.

Daemon had been the one insistent they return to Dragonstone as soon as the matter of Driftmark has been settled. His wife had wished to remain upon King's Landing for a moon or so, to remain close to her father as she grew closer to her labours.

He now sees Rhaenyra, who darted her gaze between her lively father and beaming half-sister, and believes they may switched positions entirely.

There is an itching shadow in the confines of Daemon's mind, a man starved and raging, that grew stronger as he continued to let the thoughts of his niece wander in his mind.

Daemon fears he would not leave King's Landing as the same man he returned as.

He feared he did not want to leave at all.

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The Traveler ~ Daemon ~ Part Three

Scarlett and Daemon - mainly Scarlett - ruin Otto's plans Italics - High Valyrian

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In the time following Queen Aemma’s death, a black veil has been placed upon the Keep. Daemon was banished from King’s Landing and I was made Rhae’s Chief Lady in waiting, bumping Alicent down a bit. Being so, I am constantly with Rhae, comforting her as she mourns her mother, which her father should be doing. 

But no, he’s unknowingly falling into Otto’s plan to place Alicent as his new wife. I remember seeing her leave from his chambers when I went to let him know that his daughter needed him. I was unseen, but scowled at her retreating figure, wishing Syrax was with me that moment.

I went against the plot and told Rhaenyra what I had seen. She didn’t believe me at first, which I understood, which is why I had waited to tell her until I had discovered a pattern of Alicent’s visits. Every time she said she said that her father called her away, that was when she was visiting the King. 

So, when she said so again, I told Rhaenyra to meet me at the corner by her father’s chambers after midnight. A few minutes after hiding, the doors open, and out comes Alicent, her dress a bit ruffled. Shocked and betrayed, Rhaenyra slid down the wall and just stared ahead at nothing, silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

After that, Rhaenyra distanced herself further from her father and Alicent - not that either of them realized it. My being Rhee’s Chief Lady-in-waiting made it easy for them to be oblivious to how little she’s around them. Which will be their downfall… I will make sure of it. 

When Viserys made her his Heir, she asked for only me to get her ready. During this time I advised her on what to do now. I told her to start building her allies, take her responsibilities more seriously, but I also told her that I would help her to sneak into the city to observe how those outside the Keep live and come up with ways to make their lives easier. 

I watched proudly as the men swore their first oath’s to Rhaenyra, hiding a smirk when Viserys produces a thick parchment for the Lord’s to sign as well. I notice some of their face’s falling, particularly Otto’s. Always count on Viserys’ weakness for wanting a legacy as well as his favored affection for Rhaenrya to accept my idea proposed through Rhae.

A perk for having been related to a lawyer in my world is the contract the Lord’s - even Otto - sign without reading due to their pride and unwillingness to anger the King. I worded the parchment to cover all bases, leaving no loopholes. 

Part of the contract states, “'Even in the event of King Viserys Targaryen remarrying and being given a son, Rhaenrya Targaryen will remain Heir unless she has shown that she is an unworthy leader. King Viserys Targaryen, only when in his right mind - not meddled from anything, even the influence of milk from the poppy - has reserved right as King of Westeros to change the line of succession. Any outside influence to change line of succession, will result in banishment from King’s Landing or worse as this would be viewed as treason.'”

I watched with a particularly vicious inner smirk as Otto signs the parchment, also patting myself on the back for having figured out how to make carbon parchment. There are now three copies of the signed contract, one staying in the King’s desk, one staying with the Master of Law’s…and the third in the hidden compartment in my jewelry box.

Right now, Rhae bursts into my room with anger on her face, “Come with me!” I get up and stop her from leaving the room, “Hey, hey, hey! Rhaenyra, what’s going on?!” She looks at me with tears in her eyes, “Daemon has stolen Baelon’s egg! The small council won’t listen to me, as I volunteered to go get the egg back, but they’re sending Otto instead! It’ll be a blood bath! They hate each other!”

I ask her, “And you intend to defy your father and retrieve the egg?” She nods, “Yes.” I walk back to my vanity and grab my cloak, “Well, what are we waiting for them? Let’s go!” She smiles and hugs me, “Thank you, Scarlett. Really!” I hug her back, “I’m happy to help in any way I can.” I tug her to the hidden tunnel and we make our way to the Dragon pit, climbing onto Syrax and flying to Dragonstone. 

After a long while, we come close to Dragonstone, its shadow looming ahead. Syrax screeches before Rhae flies above the clouds, alerting everyone of our presence. We circle a bit before landing, making eye contact with Daemon before climbing off Syrax. Rhae and I walk through the soldiers, who bow to her in respect. Otto questions, “What are you dong here, Princess?”

Rhae answers, “Preventing bloodshed.” Otto then says, “Ser Criston, please escort the Princess and her Lady-in-waiting to safety.” Rhae demands, “Take care not to startle Syrax, my lords. She’s rather protective of me and Scarlett.” She then continues on until she stands before Daemon, who looks reluctantly impressed. 

She says to him, “My father named me Princess of Dragonstone. That is my castle you’re living in, uncle.” He retorts, “Not until you come of age.” Rhae says, “You have angered your king.” Daemon says, “I don’t see why. This is a day of celebration. I am to be wed.” 

Rhae reminds him, “You already have a wife.” Daemon says, “Not one of my choosing.” She asks, “And this required you to steal my brother’s egg?” He responds, “You shared your cradle with a dragon when you were born. I want the same for my child.” Rhae mockingly asks, “You’re to have a child?” Daemon looks back at his mistress, Mysaria, “One day.”

Mysaria looks at him unpleased before turning back and going to the castle. Rhae then says, “I’m right here, Uncle, the object of your ire, the reason that you were disinherited. If you wish to be restored as heir, you’ll need to kill me. So, do it. And be done with all this bother.” Daemon stares at her, before looking behind her to us. He leaves, tossing the egg to Rhae who catches it and places it in the steamed pot the dragon keepers carry.

Before anymore can be done, my Targaryen sigil tattoo begins to burn painfully and a loud and deep screeching heard, causing everyone - including Daemon - to stop. My heart starts to speed up, my eyes widening- 

No, she did not! No, that woman responsible for my - apparently, reactive - tattoo did not bond me to a-

A large, bronze dragon flies out of nowhere, startling all of us, myself stumbling to the ground. Syrax and Caraxes shriek, trying to ward off the new dragon but are drowned out by the newcomer. The dragon lands on the the rocks, roaring in the air before looking directly at me. 

Frozen, I maintain eye contact with the large, ferocious dragon, unable to look away. After sizing me up, the dragon lowers its head and nudges me surprisingly gently. I slowly get up and hesitantly extend my arm, and caress the bumpy skin on its nose. Ignoring everyone else, I feel the connection growing between us, making me close my eyes and lean my forehead against its nose.

The dragon begins to growl, making me open my eyes and see it looking at something to my left. Otto is close behind, a hand on his scabbard, ready to unsheathe his sword if need be, “Lady Scarlett…step away from the dragon.” One of the dragon keepers steps forward, “She is bonded to him. It is unheard of, a person without Valyrian blood being able to claim a dragon. The Gods blessed her! She…claimed Vermithor, the Bronze Fury.”

I gape in shock, looking to Rhaenyra who mirrors my expression. As the translator tells Otto and the King’s guard what was said, Vermithor leans down, his shoulder becoming level with my foot. Steeling my nerves, I climb onto the dragon, ignoring the protests and pleas to wait for a saddle. Glancing at an encouraging Rhaenyra, I command, “Vermithor! Fly!” 

He then roars and takes off, causing me to grip onto two conveniently short tendrils attached to his neck. I laugh as I fly through the air, cheering before I say, “Dive, Vermithor! Dive!” He does as I say, my adrenaline spiking as I pull up and even us out before we hit the water beneath us. Spotting an island, I direct him to it and land, climbing off and sitting next to him as he curls up around me. 

Soon, I hear a familiar screech and see Syrax descend from the sky. I calm Vermithor as he growls at the newcomers. Rhae dismounts their Syrax and runs towards me as I stand, only to knock the two of us down as we collide. She laughs with delight, “Oh, my goodness! You’ve claimed Vermithor! This is unexpectedly wonderful!”

I laugh, “Unexpected definitely is the word for it!” She pulls away, “Now, we can fly together! I knew teaching you High Valyrian would come in handy, but this is not how I thought it would.” I nod, “Who knew?”

After a brief stint on the island, we fly back to King’s Landing, to the Dragonpit. I say to Vermithor, “Fly free. You won’t fit in the Dragon pit. I will call you if I need you.” Vermithor nudges me before taking off again, Rhaenyra and I heading back to the Keep, neither of us expecting what news we hear on the morrow.

Rhaenyra and I are called to the throne room, nerves running rampant. We enter and are surprised to find Daemon there, smugly smirking no less, and a rather pissed off Otto. Viserys sits on his throne, looking both impressed and disappointed. 

He says, “I am very disappointed that you went against my word, Rhaenyra. And dragging your Lady in waiting into the mess!” I go to defend her, when she squeezes my hand, “I understand, Father. I was blinded by my emotions and I should have put more thought into my actions. I will do better next time.” 

Viserys nods, “Good. Now, that being said, “I congratulate you, Lady Scarlett, for being the first person of non-Valyrian blood to claim a dragon. The Gods must have seen something worthy in you to gift you with such an honor.” I humbly smile, “Thank you, Your Grace.”

He then continues, “Now, onto another matter. Rhaenyra, as heir, it is your duty to marry soon and produce your own heir. But, I will give you a gift: a choice. I shall send you on a tour and you can meet with different suitors from different lands. I am pushing for this now, as your Chief Lady-in-waiting has been offered two betrothals from two suitors.” 

I blink in surprise, not doubting the two suitors being Daemon and Otto. I already know my answer, if given a choice, but I will make my stance known on what I expect and if he can’t abide by that, then I will decline. Viserys says, “I shall allow you to choose as well, Lady Scarlett, as you were a loyal and dependable companion for my dear Aemma. She said you were a second daughter to her, and I feel this is what she would have wanted.” 

Oh, so now you’re thinking of what she’d want!

I nod, “I appreciate you letting me choose which suitor I am to pick, Your Grace. But, may I ask, is Daemon one of the suitors?” He nods, “Yes, he is.” I inquire, “I thought he was already married to Lady Rhea Royce of Runestone.” Viserys nods, “Yes, he was. But unfortunately, she has passed due to an accident.” 

Well, that happened earlier than expected…

Viserys informs me, “You may have time to think over your choice’s, but I would like an answer within a fortnight.” I nod, “I understand, Your Grace. Thank you, once again.” Rhaenyra and I curtsy before leaving, myself feeling two pairs of eyes drilling into the back of my head. 

Rhae and I remain silent on our way back her chambers, her immediately saying as soon as the door closes, “You must marry Daemon!” I raise a brow, “Rhae-“ She cuts me off, “I know he can be rough around the edges, but if you could tame Vermithor, you can tame Daemon!” I try again, “Rhae-“ She goes on, “I couldn’t live with myself if you were married to Otto, I would not have it! You deserve better than him!” 

I raise my voice, “I was going to choose your uncle anyway, Rhaenyra!” She blinks, “You were?” I nod, “Yes. I would sooner die than marry Otto. I will say what I have to say on the matter of marriage, though. And if your uncle does not accept it, then I will remain unwed. Otto will never be an option.”

Later that evening, after getting dressed for bed, I hear the slight creaking of the secret door. Daemon slips into my room and I raise an unimpressed brow, “What are you doing here, Prince Daemon?” He smirks, “It’s Daemon to you. And can I not visit my betrothed?” I shake my head, “We are not betrothed. I still have a decision to make.” He looks at me incredulously, “You’re not seriously considering that snake, are you?”

I stand, “Don’t insult my intelligence! Of course, I’m not considering him. But, I can reject both proposals and continue unwed. After all, my horde of jewels has grown since he’s been coming out of the woodworks to buy my affection.” I gesture to the open chest, filled to the brim with loose jewels of all colors, cuts, and shapes. I close it and hide it under my bed.

Turning towards the fireplace, I motion for him to sit as I pour some wine for us, “I have a few things I wish to discuss with you regarding the betrothal matter.” Daemon takes the goblet I extend to him, taking a sip before saying, “What of it?” 

I look at him, “It’s common knowledge that you frequent the brothels in the city or wherever else you are, taking whores to your bed. I am a woman who values loyalty. If I were to accept your betrothal, I’d demand that you stop your man-whore ways. I do not share what is mine nor will I allow myself to be shamed by you, by a whore who thinks she’ll have something over me, or by a bastard. 

“But, I do recognize that it takes a long while to break a habit, so I’d request you stop by at the very least a fortnight before our wedding. If that is not something you can do, Daemon, then I will reject your betrothal offer.”

Daemon sits in thought, “If I agreed to that, what would happen if I slipped up?” I reply, “If you slipped up and it was a complete accident, because people make mistakes, as long as you are genuinely apologetic and never do so again, then I would forgive you. But it would take a long time for me ever trust you again. But if you purposefully go behind my back and sneak around, I’d cut off your dick as you slept and feed it to Vermithor.” He instantly crosses his legs as my eyes and facial expression show I’m deathly serious.

Finishing his goblet of wine, Daemon sighs before standing, “I am actually attracted to you, Scarlett. Firstly, with your obvious distain of Otto Hightower. How you sneak disgusted looks at him while playing an innocent Lady who’s naive. You may not be of Valyrian blood but there is something about you that is pulling me in, that is irresistible. I would never allow another man to touch you, much less take you away from me. I grant you fidelity as I’d demand it in return.”

I smile softly at him, “Thank you. That was my main concern. I don’t wish for children to grow up around such an environment.” Daemon smirks stepping forward, our chests almost touching, “You’re thinking of children already, wife?” I take a step, closing the distance between us, “It is to be expected of me. But, yes, I am. Think of it. While other lords and ladies commit and continue in their infidelity, the Rogue Prince, stuns all of Westeros by being faithful to his wife and siring no kids but hers. It will also stick it to Otto who believes it to be impossible.”

Daemone frowns, “He’s said that to you, hasn’t he?” I sip my wine, “Soon after I gave you my favor at the tournament. Plus, I don’t believe it fits with his ‘master plan’.” He narrows his eyes, “What plan?” I told Daemon of how Alicent has been frequenting his brother’s chambers while he’s in a vulnerable state. That I noticed her always looking to her father like a lost puppy, eagerly seeking his approval.

To say that the Dragon was furious was an understatement; I could hear Caraxes roaring from the Dragon pit.

I let Daemon rant and rave about Otto, letting him get out his emotions here and now, rather than causing a scene later. Once he calms down, he stops and looks at me, “That’s why you put that section in the parchment. That even if he’s given a son, nothing will change unless Viserys, in his own right mind, changes the succession.” I wink, “Of course. I have to protect the realm from falling under Hightower rule. Who knows what’d happen then.”

Daemon chuckles, “I made the right choice of a bride.” I nod, “Yes, yes, you did. I understand that we’ll have to marry in the eyes of the Seven so that the realm would view it as legal, but I want to us to have a Valyrian ceremony as well. I can’t imagine you had one with your first wife.”

He shakes his head as he stalks towards me, “No, I hadn’t. I appreciate you respecting my culture.” I smile at him, “My pleasure.”

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Dragon of Dorne - Chapter I

A tale in which, during his marriage to Alicent, Viserys falls for a Dornish Lady of the Court and takes her as a second wife behind closed doors.

His relations were kept secret to all but his Hand and his Queen, at the behest of his young lady-wife.

Alicent is grateful for the reprieve, as although Viserys remains a dutiful husband, he has started to visit her chambers fewer times as his love for his newest wife grew.

This, of course, irked Otto Hightower. The man grew worrisome that if Viserys' third wife were to bear a boy, he would hold greater favour to be named as heir than his own daughter's children.

So when Viserys' third wife gasped her last breath in the midst of agonising and violent labours, leaving only a daughter in this world before passing into the next - well no one truly batted an eye, for a woman's labour and the task of birth, though an expected duty was a cruel and gruesome fate some failed to survive.

But Viserys' heart grew softened towards his surviving daughter, who somehow managed to resemble his first wife and last.

And thus, was born Viserys' youngest daughter - Alaynha Targaryen.

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Alaynha Targaryen was a bright-hearted and loving girl, growing up in the Keep alongside her half-siblings - Aegon, Aemond, and Helaena - she had never been left alone long enough to feel unwanted or unloved.

Over the years, it had been Aegon who had taken her flying on Sunfyre towards the horizon, over calm oceans and tumultuous seas when she cried in his arms about her dragon that did not hatch.

It had been Helaena who whispered to her the dragon dreams of a beast, quiet and grey, that hid between the clouds and skimmed across the ocean's surface.

It had been Aemond who sought out the dragon, Alyanha holding him tight as they rode on dragon-back upon Vhagar, so she could finally claim it as her own.

It was her three siblings who cherished her wholeheartedly, even if she was not wholly their blood but simply half. It was her three siblings, whom she admired so graciously and so lovingly, that encouraged her to claim a dragon so wild and free that she was able to be where she was at this moment in time.

***

Alaynha rode on dragon-back upon her mount, a shy and young dragon that spent his years hunting across the sea and hiding amongst the clouds.

Grey Ghost.

A most honourable partner, should a Targaryen seek such a quality in a dragon.

Having spent most of her years wandering the Keep, she revelled in the freedom of flying whenever she got the chance. Unfortunately, the chance of doing so was rarer than she would like - both her protective father and kind stepmother fearful they would lose the girl much like her father had lost her mother.

***

Alaynha was only a babe when her mother passed, barely a gasp of breath in this new world when her mother took her last.

There were no portraits in the Keep, but her father would say he had her mother's eyes - dark and warm, like a beautiful autumn evening where the ground, deep and muddy, is flourished in hues of every shade from falling leaves and sprouting flowers.

She also had her mother's complexion, a glowing bronze in the flamed torches at every corner of her home. But her hair, long and twisting curls, were what made her ancestry undeniable.

Lucious white tresses that fell in wild and messy waves lay freely down her back. Her father would say they resembled that of his first wife's, and sometimes when he would look at her it'd seem as though he was staring into the eyes of a ghost or the shadow of an echo.

Alaynha was never sure if he was seeing his first wife or last, but each time she saw his stare her heart burned with pity for the old and decaying man, who simply craved love and affection from the women who had died brutal and unkind deaths.

Her stepmother was a religious woman, so caring and compassionate, that although Alaynha was not her own blood she treated her as though she was.

Alicent raised her as her own, grew to love and cherish her, to see her as an extension of not only Viserys but her own children. They grew up together, loved each other, and held each other close.

Alaynha was a secret Alicent wanted to keep forever.

Rhaenyra had already taken her son's eye, had taken Alicent's dignity and any respect she may have once held in Court. Alicent would not let Rhaenyra take her youngest daughter too.

Not when they managed to keep her hidden for so long.

Viserys tried to convince Alicent he did not hide the girl from his eldest daughter out of shame, but she knew better. She knew questions would arise because of the colour of her eyes or her complexion - questions Viserys did not want to answer to.

So when she had been old enough, perhaps two namedays or three, Alaynha had been sent off to live with her late mother's family in a city in Dorne, being taught the duties of a Lady until she could return home and learn that of a Princess'.

When Rhaenyra had left for Dragonstone, Daemon at her side and her husband dead, Alicent let out a quiet sigh of relief. Her throat ached with gratitude at Rhaenyra's departure, as it meant her young child could return home from Dorne.

When Alaynha had returned to King's Landing, she cried for her brother who lost an eye, as he consoled her with the revelation he had gotten a dragon in return. Aemond made her promise to shed no more tears over a worthwhile sacrifice, assuring her that now he had the largest dragon in all the Seven Kingdoms, he would help her claim one of her own.

She still sniffled, latching onto her brother's side, inconsolable by the sheer violence he had endured, but accepted nonetheless.

It had only been a few years later when her siblings helped her find her life-long companion in her large and bashful dragon.

Alaynha had been taught the duties of a Princess from then on, kept close to Alicent's side if she was not at her brothers'.

Alicent couldn't explain her love for the girl, she had barely spoken to the girl's mother - her sister-wife - before the young lady had passed. But there was a fondness that grew so quickly, and soon it became as though she was simply staring at a child that was her own.

***

Alaynha reminisced over the small moments as she rode her dragon, her heart growing softer as she thought of all the affection she received from her family. She was only half Targaryen, but she was wholly their's.

Perhaps that was why time had slipped so quickly through her fingers, the sky darkening quickly before she realised that she had been cruising the sea for what must have been hours now upon her patient mount.

She sucked in a sharp breath, the darkening sky a reminder that she was to attend dinner with her family this evening - her Kepa would be there too. And, how dearly she had missed him. Father.

Her father had been kept dosed upon milk of the poppy, too far out of his mind to tell her apart from Aemma and her own mother, or Rhaenyra and herself.

***

There was a petition for Driftmark today between Vaemond and her nephew Lucerys. Her grandsire - simply in name - Otto Hightower had asked for her to stay away from the Keep until the matters had been dealt with, then she could return to the Keep when everyone had returned to their chambers and if all went their way, Rhaenyra would return with her family to Dragonstone the next morning and all would be set right.

Those plans had changed when Viserys denied his milk of the poppy, asking instead that a dinner party be held the same evening. He had summoned her at that moment, beckoning her closer before laying a gentle hand on the curve of her cheek - "my sweet child, I have done you wrong. Hiding you away from your blood. But no longer - today you shall meet your sister and nephews. Today you shall meet my brother - your uncle."

She had been nervous at his words, growing worrisome that her sister would dislike her because they did not share the same blood completely. Feared that her newphews would hurt her as they had done to Aemond.

There were restless whispers murmuring through her mind as she rested within her chambers, waiting for the petition for Driftmark to begin before she could sneak off to ride on her dragon. Aegon had come to see her before the petition began, and for all his faults - a drunken, petulant man who was never given the opportunity to be a child, simply a challenge to a throne he did not want - he was a great listener, offering comfort when he heard her speak of her fears aloud.

Aegon had to leave shortly after, though quite reluctantly. And Alaynha had taken that moment to sneak through the tunnels of the Keep to find her dragon whilst remaining undetected.

***

Alaynha was on her way back towards the Keep, her throat clogging up with a heavy weight as butterflies squirmed within the pit of her stomach. She didn't feel nauseous, but it was something close.

As the Keep grew closer, Alaynha began to wonder how this would all go. And even as she unmounted her majestic, pale beast, she did not let herself escape the confines of her mind - fearful she would turn away and return to the skies, too hesitant to take a step closer.

***

Alicent had not been happy with Viserys' decision to introduce Alaynha to Rhaenyra. The truth was no one was, and some part of Viserys was hesitant too. Fearful of the rejection his young girl may face, much like all his other children had.

Viserys was not blind to the favouritism he played, nor the feelings his children held towards each other. But remaining drunk upon the milk of poppy made it easier to ignore such notions, and act oblivious to the disharmony that existed in the blood of his dragons.

He had been growing worrisome, not having started the feast as he waited restlessly for his daughter to come, unbothered by the curious stares of Rhaenyra or Daemon. His mind began to wander as he imagined the sorts of horrors she could have experienced during her flight around the sea, blaming himself for allowing her to be out so late or at least not sending Aegon or Aemond as company.

"Is there a reason you wait, brother?"

Daemon's voice sounded placid, but there was a growing frustration as the table sat in a tense silence waiting for the King to make his move.

It seemed as though Viserys didn't hear him, and Dsemon rolled his eyes in annoyance. Instead, the man turned towards his wife, eyes glancing towards the empty chair that sat between Aegon and Aemond as he spoke - "where is my dearest daughter? I fear we cannot begin without her."

Alicent opened her mouth to reply, but a saddened voice spoke from behind Viserys, concern colouring her tone as Rhaenyra spoke - "I am right here, fath-

"I am sure she is on her way, my love."

Rhaenyra looked towards Alicent accusingly, and she truly wanted to laugh out of incredulity. For Rhaenyra to make such a bolstered claim, thinking her father spoke so sweetly of her instead of another was quite amusing, indeed. It made the possibility of Rhaenyra meeting her youngest sister slightly more tasteful.

"If it would ease you, Your Grace, I can go fetch the girl. She has likely forgotten about her promise to dine, distracted by her books and dragons."

Otto spoke precariously, knowing the girl was only out dragon-riding at his behest and though Viserys agreed at the time, reminding the man of such a thing when he was so wound with worry would do no one any good. And perhaps a reluctant part of Otto, the same part of him that cared and loved his sweet Helaena, had also grown fond of Alaynha.

Alicent spoke, fingers fiddling with each other as she pinched at the skin of her thumb. A blatant sign of her own anxiousness at her daughter's absence, "yes, that wou-"

The doors were opened, but no announcement was made. Instead, a frantic voice echoed across the hall as a young girl dressed haphazardly in a prim and proper light blue dress bound up the stairs - "Kepa! I am so sorry! I hadn't realised how late it had gotten."

Daemon Targaryen was a man of few words, preferring to show his anger out on the battlefield or his passion in the confines of his chambers. He had sat quietly so far, only a nodded greeting to his brother as he joined them was an indication that he was actually paying attention.

And now, eyes trained on the young girl who stood in front of him, cheeks heated from the cold wind brushing roughly against them, and eyes blazing and wild from the high of riding a dragon so freely. He felt a warmth begin to fill his blood, his face passive as his eyes burned at the sight of her.

Who was this girl? Was she his niece?

She had called Viserys father, but surely her mother could not be Alicent?

Was she a bastard, much like his own step-children?

Or an orphan they had pitied and taken in?

Daemon knew one thing for sure, the girl who stood in front of him - a timid smile and fumbling fingers - had captured his interest. Had ignited a flame he long believed to have been put out - tamed and tempered by Laena Valeryon. Extinguished by Rhaenyra Targaryen.

The Rhaenyra he had fallen for all those years ago had not been the same one he had married that day in Dragonstone, but she had Rhaenyra's eyes, her hair and her face, her voice and her touch.

Daemon had convinced himself he would need time to readjust, time to accept her as she was.

They had two children together, another on their way.

Daemon had accepted, he had conceded. And still, he felt like half the man he used to be, an ounce of the warrior that used to ignite his soul.

Now, violet hues clashing with glowing brown, he felt the dragon within him ignite and rise from the ashes of a man scorched and burned.

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The Vow

Summary: Being married to the rouge prince was no easy task at least most thought so, being his wife and best friend did nothing but make everyday of your life better and better....until you forget all about him

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Word count: 4.4k

You softly groaned as you stretched in the large bed that had enough room for what might be a small feast, until you rolled over onto your other side and slowly opened your eyes seeing your husband who was often nothing but a brute cuddled up to your side also slowly waking up which caused you to smile to yourself. Lightly dragging your fingertips across his pale skin taking in the slow tender moment before your days were started even if you knew you could go see him throughout the day.

He felt your fingers on his skin and stir, his eyes remaining shut as he leaned in slightly and bury his face in your neck. Scenting your skin, he savours your presence while he still can, before eventually opening his eyes. "Hello." He nuzzled your shoulder. Daemon smiled as your fingers traced his skin. It was a soft way to wake up, rather than the way he was normally woken up. He rolled his hand around searching to take your hand in his own. "We could stay here like this, you know." Daemon spoke softly to you, his hand tracing your face.

Feeling your eyes flutter shut at your husband's tender touch not able to help the smile that brightened due to his words, shaking your head knowing as much as you loved to stay put in his arms wasting the day away together you knew you both would be far to busy and everyone would never let up about needing something from one or the other "I love the way you think my darling, you know I'll be around when you need attention just come simply find me." Daemon sighed, knowing you were right. He rolled on top of you, giving you a kiss upon your lips. "Oh don't you worry, my love, your Daemon will find you wherever you are." He spoke in an amusingly formal tone, his hands now moving down your body.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulders smiling up at him, kissing him back softly as you enjoyed the feeling of his firm lips against your own then smiled at his words "I know you will...you always do my Daemon". Giving him another sweet kiss on the lips as you felt his rough hands move across your body before you slowly pushed him up as you sat up "I'm not falling for another five minutes today my love." Daemon laughed slightly at your tease but he was still slightly on the offensive. He pushed you back down to the bed and laid next to you. "You sure? Seems to me like you're enjoying this very much." Daemon spoke with a bit of a smirk on his face, his eyes tracing your bare body. I am a lucky man. He thought.

You sighed playfully as you were forced to lay back down as you looked up at him, nodding your head happily as you cupped his face in a delicate manner "I always enjoy being with you, but we're meant to be busy today my darling". Doing your best to not wrap your arms around him and simply go back to sleep as you attempted to sit up once more. Daemon sighed slightly but made no effort to hold you down this time. Instead he leaned over you once more, planting a soft kiss on your lips once more. "Fiiiine, my love." Daemon said in a playful tone, before leaning back and rolling over to get dressed. "I suppose I should probably get out of this bed…I'm sure that our duties have been waiting too long." Daemon spoke, as if the prospect of dealing with all of his affairs was already a headache.

Laughing as you kissed him back once more before finally getting up and getting dressed, working like a well oiled machine along side of him as he helped you tighten your gown before you tenderly helped him get dressed after being married for so long neither of you saw need for servants anymore. gently cupping his face in your hands as you smiled then pulled him close as you placed kisses all over his face only ending with placing a kiss on his forehead "Only for a few hours I promise love, I believe you can handle that much." Daemon laughed as you kissed him all over and placed one upon his forehead. "I suppose I can handle it, but only if I get to return here when we have some time." He said with a sly smile, his hands still resting on you. Daemon loved being married to you, and he would want nothing more than to spend every waking moment of his life with you, but for now he needed to return to his duties. Perhaps you can help me with some of them…afterwards. Daemon smiled to himself.

Daemon laughed as you dressed him and then put more kisses on him. You were such a tender woman and Daemon loved your touch, your kisses. "I don't think I'll be able to survive such a long separation." Daemon said, his mouth in a small smirk as he placed his hands upon your face. He kissed you back, lingeringly this time. "Perhaps we can escape just a few more minutes…" Daemon whispered against your lips. You leaned into his touch as your eyes closed taking in the comfortable feeling of being wrapped in his arms, looking up at him as you kissed him back lovingly before taking your time to pull away as you looked into his violet eyes and smiled "I said I wasn't falling for it" You spoke before giving him a few quick kisses before you had started walk out of the room ready to start your day so you could finish early and be back beside him as if you both were still newlyweds.

Daemon's face widened at your smirk, as if you were teasing him. Which he supposed you were. "Oh, my sweet lady wife of mine, why are you so cruel?" Daemon said in jest, as if you were actually doing anything wrong by leaving him. "I miss you already." Daemon would tease back as he did not pursue you, for he knew you would return. You always did after all. You couldn't help but laugh at your husband's playful words as you walked away from him knowing he was going to be even more dramatic, going about your day making sure your focus was only on the work in front of you even going out of your way to help Rhaenyra a little bit as the two held a small awkward conversation. Going outside toward the dragonpit seeing your baby Saphira taking some time to yourself as you got fresh air on top of the large beast going into the air with a smile on your face at least before your dragon turned which left you unstable as you fell hitting your head and blacking out as the workers quickly got help.

Daemon was in the middle of some sort of royal affair or meeting with important lords and ladies. It wasn't that terribly important, it was just something he had to do to make sure the realm was properly run. He would get the most important tasks done earlier in the day as to not disrupt his wonderful schedule. Daemon was just stepping out of his chamber for the day when he spotted something unusual. He saw one of the dragon keepers carrying out a woman who had seemingly been knocked out. His curiosity was piqued at first but he quickly turned to concern as he rushed to your side after noticing it was you.

"What in the seven hells happened?" He asked the keeper as he took you away from him. As he spoke to you he lightly grasped your hand, hoping you would wake up soon as your consciousness was all he cared about at this moment in time. The workers all stiffened once the rouge prince especially knowing how protective Daemon was over you, clearing their throats as well as sharing looks before one finally spoke up "She said she wanted some fresh air with Saphira but the next thing we knew she had hit her head and passed out" Not wanting to be on the bad end of the prince's rage they knew to take anything with you seriously even with hitting your head and now as a maester was going to look you over.

"And you just left her alone?" Daemon questioned. "Saphira?" He asked, looking to see if the dragon had attacked you. He knew the dragon would do no such thing, but he wanted to cover all his bases. He knelt by your side and felt your forehead, hoping it was nothing serious. "Please dear, wake up." Daemon whispered, his voice laden with anxiety as he felt your hand. The workers shrugged having been tending to the other dragons while you were with Saphira "We figured she'd be fine, the dragon is fine nor does Saphira seem as if anything happened", Helping take you to the maesters where they laid you down and left as the maester started checking and looking over you better after getting the details of what happened.

Daemon's face was full of worry as he stood beside your unconscious form. He couldn't help but feel guilty. His mind raced as he wondered how he could have left you alone and this happen. I have failed to keep her safe. Daemon whispered to himself. Daemon's heart seemed to skip a beat when the maester was checking you. Not knowing if you were even alive or not. When you were being treated he waited alongside you, just watching you in anxious anticipation for you to open your eyes. After enough time passed the maester sighed before looking over at you with a slight shake of his head as he spoke "She's still breathing but might be out for longer due to the heavy hit to the head, it might take some time but I'm unaware of how long."

Daemon was relieved to find out that you were still breathing. He was in a position of power and yet he couldn't do anything for you. All he could do was wait. Daemon looked at you, watching your gentle features and waiting for you to wake up. Daemon's hand caressed you gently, he hoped you couldn't feel it in your state but he wanted it to anyway. Weeks passed of not much changing nor did anyone attempt to mention perhaps it was best to let go especially with how angry the prince had become, that not even his brother Viserys or Rhaenyra could help calm him down like you often did but once you slowly opened your eyes with a heavy breath as you slowly looked around confused even as the maester came to check on you as your voice came out hoarse "Where am I?".

Daemon rushed to his feet as your eyes reopened. "Y/n! Thank all seven gods you are alive." Daemon spoke with a mix of relief, happiness and guilt. "The gods are merciful today, I thought I had lost you." Daemon said with a breath of relief. "You're on King's Landing, the seat of House Targaryen. You got hit in the head and I've been here for weeks waiting for you." Daemon admitted, feeling nothing but shame for himself. You looked over at the tall man as you winced feeling as if his voice was echoing in your head heavily, tilting your head slightly as you tried to process his words but shook your head not remembering anything as you tried to recall what you were last doing especially hearing you had been out for weeks now "Who are you? and why am I in King's Landing?".

Daemon felt the blood drain from his face. You didn't remember him? You were joking. He looked at you, waiting for you to crack a smile and start laughing. It never came. Daemon slowly moved towards you, taking your hand gently. "My love, I am Daemon Targaryen. We have been married for years now. Your life, it's only just started. But… You don't remember anything?" Daemon questioned, his voice filled with panic. You continued to look at him curiously as you listened closely and tried to place him somewhere you might remember him, feeling bad that he seemed so hurt out about you not knowing him but shook your head as you pulled your hand away from his "No I'm sorry, all I remember is taking a walk than everything went black" Not knowing you had lost years of your life but looked over at the maester who started asking you questions to see what you could remember before he looked over at Daemon scared of his reaction "She has a small case of amnesia."

Amnesia is a kind word for what you have. Daemon thought to himself, his anxiety increasing. He didn't handle the news that you didn't remember him as the man had hoped. Daemon took a moment to gather himself from your sudden news. "Amnesia?" Daemon asked the maester, ignoring the explanation initially. He looked at you, his eyes wide with concern and even a twinge of fear. "My lady wife… Please tell me you remember my name at least." Daemon asked, his voice full of need. You slowly sat up with a small groan of pain as you gently rubbed your head feeling a dull but painful throb, looking up at him once more as you tried to really look at him from his lilc eyes, platinum hair, tall and strong build, only to shake your head again "No I really don't know who you are". Listening as the maester spoke up about how it might take some time for you to feel better but it might do you some well to continue getting rest.

Daemon could feel his heart sink into his stomach. You didn't remember him… You had lost your memory. "You don't know me?" Daemon questioned again. He couldn't believe that that was truly an option. His head was reeling, what did this mean? How does he deal with this? As the maester continued to talk Daemon listened but the words hardly registered in his brain. Slowly he reached his hand out, holding your hand once more. He was not going to let you go again. During the next few days, you had been moved into your own private chambers since you felt weird being alone with Daemon still not remembering him, opting to even sit next to Rhaenyra more even if you couldn't remember her or Viserys who seemed nice when you did talk to him but also who had pushed your work onto someone else in the meantime. Sitting down at the dining table with them all as you bowed your head for prayer waiting until it was done before you started eating feeling excited that Rhaenyra and yourself would be hanging out.

Daemon sat at the table with you and Rhaenyra, his eyes on you at all times. As you prayed Daemon did the same, taking some time to himself pleading witht the gods new or old to hear him. It was good to see your face smiling, even if you didn't remember him. As all of you sat down to eat Daemon kept looking at you, still hoping you would suddenly remember him and everything that had transpired during your marriage. He hoped that deep down he had left his mark on you. That his memory was buried deep within you and only needed to be uncovered. Speaking with Rhaenyra as if nothing was wrong even as the blonde princess agreed that you were married to her uncle, doing your best to go about your routine each day you woke up only to have to ask servants what it was you normally did which often left one of the Targaryens to be told as they stepped in to help you like a small child. Glancing up as you chewed on your food only to see Daemon watching you which caused you to look down at your plate as your brows furrowed "Do you always watch me so closely?".

Daemon smiled softly at your observation, it was as if you were beginning to return your wits even if it was slowly. Daemon had been watching you closely, for you were a puzzle piece he didn't understand. Your amnesia was just a road block that Daemon was determined to overcome. "Of course I do." Daemon said with a smirk, his eyes looking to you, his wife. "It's only natural that I desire to stare at my beautiful wife." Daemon said with a flirtatious tone, hoping to earn some sort of reaction from you. You nodded your head slightly at his words as you squirmed around in your seat slightly instead of flirting back with him like usual, getting up with Rhaenyra once you both finished eating as Rhaenyra gently took you by the hand leading you around as she did most of the talking unless you had questions even as Rhaenyra started to enjoy spending time with you wondering why it had taken so long and you getting hurt for it to happen.

Daemon took notice at your change in demeanor, it seemed as if you were less inclined to flirt and be cheeky when compared to your normal self. You didn't even remember the man you married. It was concerning but Daemon wasn't entirely bothered by it. He felt almost as if you were a new woman to woo, to earn. Daemon wasn't opposed to the idea of winning you over once more. He watched Rhaenyra take you by the hand and lead you away, the two of you looking almost as if you were friends. "Have we found you the perfect friend now?" Daemon asked with a smirk. You looked at Rhaenyra once you felt a nudge in your side and realized he was talking to you, nodding your head as you smiled even if you didn't recall the friendship between yourself and the princess "Rhaenyra has been very helpful with helping me and my day-to-day basics." Having even been spending more time with Viserys as he helped reteach you everything you did before since he had grown to like your way best even if others had an issue with it "She and Viserys have been teaching me about the Targaryen family tree apparently I use to be able to say everyone in order with no mistakes."

Daemon nodded at your words with a soft smile. "I'm glad to see you have company. And the knowledge of the family tree will certainly come with time. You are my wife after all." Daemon said, his voice dripping with flirting even in the presence of his family. He gave you a kiss upon the hand then turned to Rhaenyra. "Keep a close eye upon her and keep her safe." Daemon told Rhaenyra, the tone in his voice a more sincere one. He felt comfortable knowing you were in Rhaenyra's care. You nodded your head feeling good that everyone seemed happy with your progress even if you were still missing so much of your life, watching him closely before pulling your hand away from him as Rhaenyra nodded her head at his words almost offended that he would think she'd let anything happen to you. The two women started walking away as Rhaenyra led you to the gardens feeling the quiet might help as you bit down on your lower lip and looked over at Rhaenyra "Can I ask you something? it's about Daemon himself."

Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow at your request but she shrugged. "Yes, of you course you may." She said with an open smile, curious as to what curiosity you may ask of her. Daemon, as usual, was also listening in on this conversation. He wanted to know what you wanted to know of him. Maybe it was something he could use to slowly get you back on track to remembering him. Sighing but nodded your head happy that the princess had been nothing but easy-going as she helped you remember things, looking down at the ground as you tried to piece your words together before shrugging your shoulders as the words tumbled out past your lips "I've heard...unsavory things about Daemon, that he's quite a brute and has done unspeakable things....is that true?".

Rhaenyra thought for a moment, unsure of how much to tell you. Daemon was her best friend, but he was also her uncle. She did not know how to answer your questions, because honestly, they weren't completely false. Rhaenyra looked for a way to answer without making Daemon seem like a terrible person. "Daemon can be very stubborn." Rhaenyra started, "Sometimes he let's his anger get the best of him. But that's only when he is pushed too far. But what is most important, is that he loves you." Rhaenyra said. You nodded with a small pout on your lips at the answer thinking it over as you recalled some of the things Daemon had done from what you've heard, looking over at the blonde woman again as you shrugged your shoulders at her words "How did we even get together? it sounds like we're nothing but polar opposites, how do he and I even work together in marriage?" Having been too embarrassed and shy to go to Daemon with these questions even if he would be the best person to answer them.

"You two have always been very different, but that's what has drawn you two together." Rhaenyra said with a smile. She believed it too, the differences in Daemon and you were what created the bond between you two. "He may be quite gruff, but he has the softest spot in the Kingdom for you." Rhaenyra said, hoping the words would make you feel better. They were true, Daemon loved you in a way he loved no one else, not even Rhaenyra or his brother Viserys. You slowly nodded along as you listened closely to the words feeling like you were listening to a fariytail, feeling your eyes sting with tears at the thought of Daemon being so tender and you couldn't remember any of it you let out a soft sigh, and nodded your head feeling determined "I want to remember, I'm gonna need more stories about him."

Rhaenyra chuckled at your need for stories which she was not opposed to. "You'll definitely need to remember your wedding to Daemon." She said with enthusiasm. "It was the grandest affair ever. What else do you want to know?" Rhaenyra asked, eager at the idea that your memory might return soon. "I would be more than happy to share anything you want to know." She continued, with a smile on her face. She believed that Daemon deserved to have you back at least. During the next few weeks, You had been learning more about your life and your marriage with Daemon even going as far as to show him small bits of affection, slowly but surely you began to push other's help away wanting to do things for yourself and show you could do it again but kept growing curious as to small gifts for you or being shocked by grand plans before learning it was from Daemon which caused you to seek him out.

Daemon was happy that you were showing him small bits of affection. He knew he would have to earn your love all over again but small touches were good. As you grew curious of gifts and grand plans Daemon was only too glad to tell you whom was behind them. He felt you were beginning to return to him bit by bit, and he wanted nothing more. Daemon felt at ease when you were back with him, and you were beginning to spend more time with him and less time away. It gave Daemon a new sense of hope. You had thanked Dameon for all the sweet and tender gestures he had been giving or showing you, which you found hard to keep the butterflies in your stomach under control but had been doing well as you were still learning more and more only getting curious about certain things but had been spending more time with Rhaenyra and Viserys both of which only now continued talking Daemon up even as you joined Rhaenyra late into the night talking about most things.

Daemon was over the moon to see that little by little you were remembering him and your life with him. He was always so cautious about his love, but as of late Daemon had felt nothing but comfort and happiness when with you. His smiles had become much more frequent. You were back in his life and Daemon was thankful for it. It was the small things that Daemon noticed, seeing how you would speak with confidence, laugh a little more freely, it all added up in his mind. He was on the verge of getting you back. He was certain of it. You rested your head against your arms listening to Rhaenyra speak about all different things, feeling your curiosity grow at mention of something that sounded familiar to you and asked about it which caused the blond princess to explain in detail that it was something connected to Daemon and yorself. Letting out a sharp gasp as your eyes shut tightly and you held your head as the pain from when this all started seemed to be the worst you had ever dealt with even as the blond princess tried asking if you were alright only taking a few minutes before nodding your head as you stood up with no explanation going back to the chambers you once shared with Daemon and opened the door as you stood there shocked and tears in your eyes softly whispering.

"I remember."

[the-baybieruth]

A Mended Heart || D. Targaryen x oc, Robb Stark x oc

GIF by @lady-arryn DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: Alysanne's marriage to her older brother, Daemon was once full of prosperity. As thirteen years and six children pass by, their marriage starts to crumble, his loyalty was nowhere to be found and so an annulment was requested. Years later when Daemon's second wife, Laena, dies tragically, the Prince attempts to rekindle his relationship with his dear sister. But is she willing to leave the life she built in Winterfell?

a/n: note that this a request!! i just made it into a lil series :)

P.t 1

"An annulment?" Viserys' eyebrows raises at his brother's absurdity. "She's our sister, your wife, and mother to your children, Daemon. What possible reason do you-" "People change, brother." The Prince taps his finger on the table, already bored and wanting to leave.

Viserys sighs, his hands rubbing his forehead. "And she agreed?" A scoff leaves Daemon's lips. "Whether or not she fucking agrees is her problem. I get to make this decision, not her." He spat, the King was baffled at the words of younger brother. He was treating their sister as if she was simply a commoner.

"And what of the children?" Daemon's mind goes to the image of his six children. A sigh leaves his lips, his head leaning back on the chair, "They are mine. But Alysanne will take them, and, they are still my heirs." Although their marriage was going to be annulled, he still loved his children. They still hold their titles as Prince's and Princess's.

Viserys nods. "I had hoped you and Alysanne were to be together till death parted with the two of you. Please, think about what your wanting to do right now, brother. For the sake of me, Alysanne, your children!" Viserys pleaded, he did not want his family crumbling apart because of this.

"We were always told we were to marry since birth. We were forced into this. |love her as my blood, my sister, but we weren't made to marry each other." Daemon voiced out. The elder lets out a sigh of defeat. "I cannot force you to stay in a marriage with her, but please, I do not want this to be the reason our family is split apart," the King sternly says as Daemon gets up from his seat.

"Of course, your Grace," He bows his head and leaves the room. Viserys watched with sadden eyes, saddened for his younger sister.

"It's done. We are free from each other," Daemon leans back on the chair, his voice flat. Alysanne rolls her eyes as she continues her embroidery. "Where are the children?" He questions, "With their wet nurse, why?" She finally looks at him. "To say goodbye." He stands up, the Targaryen Princess furrowed her eyebrows at him “Where are you going?" Daemon chuckles, "To Dragonstone, sister. Do you think I would stay here in King's Landing?"

Alysanne was surprised that Daemon was leaving so quickly. She did not care though. "No. I know how much you dread it here," She mutters, her hands back working on embroidering. Daemon looks stares at her. She could feel his stare so she looks up with a sigh. "Yes?"

"Goodbye then. Let me remind you that I get to see our children whenever I want-“ “Yes yes I know. You've not only told me about a hundred times Daemon. I'm not cruel, they're still your children," Alysanne replies, annoyed at the constant remindering. "Good, l'll be on my way" He nods curtly at before walking to her.

He awkwardly stands infront of her. Her gaze on his shoes before she turns her head and lets him kiss her on the cheek. Although they used to be Husband and Wife, they were still Brother and Sister. No words were exchanged and Daemon left what used to be their shared bedchambers.

As she sat there alone, she pondered back on their marriage. It was once filled with prosperity but things changed. They both changed. She never forgot how loved she felt from Daemon or how loving he was to their children. His loyalties changed, and they both mutually agreed that this would be for the best.

Alysanne didn't realise she was crying until she felt something wet on her cheeks. "Mother?" Her sons voice called out as she quickly wiped the salty tears away. "Yes, darling" She smiled at her eldest son who was ten-and-two. "Why is father going to Dragonstone without us?" He asks as the Princess moves aside to let him sit beside her.

She smiled, her hands brushing through his blonde hair. "Because your father is staying there from now on, okay?”He still loves you all very much but it is best he stays there and I, here with you all." Her hand moves to his chin to make him look at her. Aegon slowly nods.

"Come on, I think we should go for our walk now," She says brightly, setting down her embroidery, but Aegon doesn't budge. "Father won't be there," He points out. Alysanne sighed, sitting back down. They would all walk together every afternoon when they can, with all the children. But now that Daemon was gone, it was only to be Alysanne and her children.

"Why don't we ask uncle if he would like to join us?" She suggests, attempting to cheer Aegon up. He thinks before nodding. Of course, Viserys was more than happy to go on a family stroll with his sister and nieces and nephews.

"What a fine day it is today isn't it, children?" Alysanne smiles at them as they reply with yes. "What do you plan on doing now, sister?" Viserys asks, Alysanne’s youngest, Visenya in his arms. She sighs, watching her twins, Rhaena and Baela chasing after each other.

"I'm still the Princess, brother. I have many options." She assures him with a smile for Alysanne knew that Viserys was worried. “Oh stop worrying about Daemon and I Viserys. You have more urgent things to worry about as King. We will greatly benefit from this, I can assure you" She pats his arm, “If you say so" The King sighs as Alysanne walks ahead to catch up with the rest of her children.

~

2 months later…

“You look handsome, sweet boy” Alysanne kisses the crown of her Daeron’s head. He was sat on her lap as she brushed through his hair, he was dressed handsomely for the celebration of Rhaenyra’s name day.

Before the Princess could say anything, a knock comes from the door. It was her handmaiden, Dyana. “Princess, I have news” She bows as she urges forward to Alysanne. “What is it?” She asks, intrigued. Dyana awkwardly looks to Daeron who was busy playing with the jewellery on the table.

“I think it’s best if Prince Daeron leaves the room,” She quietly says, her gaze stuck on the floor. Alysanne gives her a skeptical looks but nonetheless takes her advice. “Ser Harwin!” She calls out and the door immediately opens revealing her sworn protector. “You wouldn’t mind if you watched Daeron for a bit would you?” A kind smile makes it to her pink lips.

“Not at all, Princess,” Harwin sends back a smile, “Come one Daeron,” He beckons the young boy as he happily runs to Harwin. After the sound of the door shut was heard, Alysanne focuses her attention back on Dyana. “Now tell me,” “Prince Daemon is betrothed to Laena Velaryon,”

It didn’t faze the Princess that Daemon was already betrothed to another. It did surprise her though, how quickly her brother moved on. Alysanne chuckled, “Oh Dyana, you know I care little of what my brother does. Are they expecting a child yet?” She jokingly says, turning around to choose out her jewellery.

The Targaryen was met with silence. Her eyes move up to the mirror to look at Dyana. “Yes, they are.” She quietly answers. Alysanne did not expect the answer but yet again, she was not much surprised. “Well, I am happy for them. Laena is a sweet girl,” Alysanne smiles, fidgeting with the necklace.

Dyana studies the Princess, she seemed bothered. The door opened, “Princess, the celebrations are to start soon” Harwin says as Daeron peaks his head in the room. “Wonderful,” Getting up from her seat, she takes ahold of Daeron’s hand and leaves the room. Ser Harwin close behind.

It pained the heart of Alyssane in an unexplainable way. Maybe it was because it had only been 2 months since the annulment of their marriage and that he had moved on so quickly from her. Though they used to be husband and wife, Daemon was still her older brother. And she still loved him as an older brother.

Walking into the throne room where Rhaenyra’s celebration was held, Alysanne was accompanied by Ser Harwin Strong. Her six children, Aegon, Visenya, Daeron, Rhaena, Baela, and her youngest—only 10 months old—Maegor with her. It never failed to amaze the realm how much Daemon and Alysanne’s children looked like them.

They were spitting images of their parents and a nod to the people of old Valyria. “Sister,” Viserys stands from his seat and places a kiss on Alysanne’s cheek. “Brother,” She smiles back, sitting down at the Royal table. The celebrations commenced and it was in full swing.

The thought of Daemon marrying and expecting a child still lingered in the Princess’ mind. Biting her lip constantly and tapping her finger on the table, Viserys noticed the signs of his sister’s anxiousness. “Are you alright?” He leans to her and speaks in a hushed tone.

Stopping her finger tapping, she sends Viserys a look before facing the front and sighing. “Our dear brother has remarried,” The King sighs, shakes his head and takes a sip of his mead, “And they are expecting a child.” Alysanne finishes, this time it was her turn to drink the alcohol as Viserys stares wide-eyed at his sister.

He knew what kind of person Daemon was, but lately it seemed like he doesn’t know what Daemon has become. Viserys holds Alysanne’s hand and gives her a reassuring squeeze of the hand. “I can always make that child illegitimate you know? Aegon is your firstborn, a male. And all your children are heirs-“ Alysanne laughs at her brother.

“Viserys, you know if you did that, you would be denying your own blood. I am not worried about Daemon’s heirs with Laena, he too knows that Aegon is the heir and so are our 5 other children. He would be a fool to not acknowledge that” Her eyes stay focused on her children dancing.

Viserys smiles and nods, “Yes, you are right. Like you always are, sister” He pats her hand and the two siblings smile at each other. Conversations fell on the Royal table before a man presents himself in front of Viserys and Alysanne. “Lord Stark, what a pleasure seeing you here!” Viserys smiles at the insanely handsome man standing there.

Alysanne listen quitely, Robb’s and her eyes often connecting. “Yes, always a pleasure to come visit King’s Landing, Your Grace” He chuckles, showcasing his pearly white smile. Then his attention shifts to the Princess. “Princess,” He bows his head at her as she does the same,

“My Lord, how is business up in the North? I’ve always been meaning to come visit with my children. Visenya loves the snow,” Alysanne smiles, her mind going back to her second eldest.

Robb stares with a wide smile at the Targaryen Princess. Something, only Viserys notices. Truth be told, whenever Robb was in King’s Landing, his eyes never seem to keep themselves off of Alysanne. She was beautiful, the realm’s beauty they would call her.

The Stark man was an honourable and respectful man so he never initiated anything with the then married Princess. When news arrived at Winterfell that the Princess and Prince’s marriage was annulled, Robb was secretly celebrating.

Viserys’ yes move back and forth from the Lord of Winterfell and his younger sister. “The children seem to be having fun dancing,” He comments with a mischievous look. Alysanne hums mindlessly. Robb chuckles to himself, giving a nod to the King as a small thanks. “Might I have a dance, Princess?”

[the-baybieruth]

Just Because

Characters: Mycroft x reader

Summary: Mycroft hires himself a companion to show his family that he is entirely capable of making friends, but when the lines blur between the fiction and the reality is he heading for heartbreak?

Word Count: 1714 words

Prompt: Fake dating and a kiss without thinking.

A/N: This little angsty piece is for the incomparable @achromaticerebus who always sends me the most interesting Mycroft plot bunnies. Now, I know this was an angst request, but you all know me, so…

This was not where he had intended to be. In fact, if he had been in his right mind then this would be one of the last places he would wish to frequent, but he had not been in full control of his faculties for some time now. It was as if his body held some kind of autopilot, as if you had installed a homing device within his nervous system. It was infuriating and maddening and totally beyond his powers of logic, but it was the only thing that still connected the two of you and so he clung to it.

Mycroft found himself wandering around the places the two of you would go whilst in the midst of your masquerade. These were establishments he would never have set foot in previously, and yet they were perfectly you. The echoes of you were still there, causing his skin to tingle as if you had brushed against him, driving him to distraction.

Somewhere in his heavy woolen coat, his phone vibrated, alerting him to a new message. The leather gloves covering his hands made the task of opening said message more cumbersome than he would have liked and Mycroft swore under his breath, his eyes moving from the alert to his lock screen where you beamed up at him. He really should remove your picture from his phone, it was dangerous to appear so sentimental, but each time he tried to delete any traces of you he found himself entirely unable to press that final ‘delete’ button. Perhaps he should have Anthea do it for him. Mycroft knew he wasn’t really going to let that happen, but it somehow made him feel more in control pretending he had that option. His eyes flitted back to the image of you on his phone, standing in his parents garden, glancing at him over your shoulder, your eyes twinkling as you laughed. Anyone looking at this photograph may have believed the moment had been real, however, Mycroft knew the truth.

The situation was ridiculous, and he should not have allowed himself to feel inadequate, yet here he was. The Holmes family were gathering for Christmas upon his mother’s insistence and knowing that Sherlock had a whole entourage attending with him made Mycroft feel… not lonely, never lonely, but, well, alone. He had seen the joy on his mother’s face whenever Sherlock brought home a ‘friend’, and his heart ached to see that look aimed at him. That was when he had the great idea to procure a companion for the few days he would be at his family home. Surely it couldn’t be that difficult.

It turned out, that for Mycroft Holmes, it really was that difficult. He had a long list of qualities he felt required to be met by anyone he was to be spending so much time with and that person, most likely, did not actually exist.

He had just about given up and was considering paying someone to play the role when Anthea strode into his office and dropped a folder on his desk.

“I think this might solve your problem.” She gave him a knowing smile and left.

Mycroft eyed the folder suspiciously before flipping it open and raising an eyebrow as he read the content. Yes. A perfect fit.

And it really had been. He had arranged an initial meeting and the two of you had gone for afternoon tea to discuss the details. You were a professional companion, not to be confused with an escort, you simply provided your company, nothing more. You had attended family functions, weddings, work events with various men who felt they needed someone on their arm, all for a very reasonable fee.

“And so it would be for three days and two nights? Am I playing the role of friend or significant other?” You had asked so casually Mycroft nearly choked on his tea.

“Friend, simply friends.” He managed to splutter, although he could feel a heat rising up the back of his neck. “If my mother believes there is more to it then she will be planning the wedding by New Year.”

“Then I shall get the contract drawn up and send directly to you, Mr Holmes.” You gave him a polite smile and he nodded.

“I think, perhaps, given the current situation, Mycroft would be more appropriate.”

“Mycroft.” Your smile became one of amusement, but it wasn’t cruel or teasing, and it made his heart do a strange swoop.

That would not be the last time your smile had a strange effect on Mycroft Holmes. In hindsight he wondered if he should have cut all contact after that first meeting, after that first rush. It would certainly have saved him from all these ‘emotions.’

Christmas had been a roaring success. His mother loved you. His father loved you. Sherlock… was suspicious of the two of you but found you rather delightful. Of course, this then led to a whole other problem Mycroft had not anticipated. Whenever his mother decided to visit, Mycroft found himself in need of your services once more. This often led to covert meetings, somewhere convenient for you, to make sure you had your stories straight. Walks through the park, tea at tiny little coffee shops he would not ordinarily step foot in, a rendezvous at a small second hand book shop which smelled more like mold than paper… not the usual place for a business meeting, but Mycroft found himself looking forward to discovering these places which were obviously part of your world, not his.

Things had been going well, this arrangement between the two of you working perfectly for just over nine months, so when his parents insisted the two of you join them at the theatre, Mycroft saw no reason to decline. He didn’t know that accepting this invitation would be the beginning of the end.

“I really thought Roger was the murderer.” His father was muttering, still flipping through his program as if searching for a clue he may have missed earlier about the huge plot twist that pretty much everyone in the theatre had seen coming.

“It’s okay dear, I think that was rather the point. Roger was there to throw us all off.”

Mycroft saw you dip your head to hide your smile, an action that caused butterflies to cascade around his stomach. You seemed really fond of the relationship between his parents, and it warmed his heart to see that.

“Well, I had best be heading off. It was lovely to see you both again.” You gave Mr and Mrs Holmes a warm smile and Mycroft watched his mother pull you into a tight embrace.

“Next time, we should have a girls afternoon.” She beamed, cupping your face and looking at you meaningfully.

“That would be lovely, Mrs Holmes.”

“Righto, be seeing you.” Mr Holmes gave you a hug and Mycroft rolled his eyes, although there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“What is it with you two and hugging people?”

“Oh, you know you like it, Mycroft.” You had teased and he had found himself pulling you into a farewell embrace too.

“Just don’t go telling Sherlock.” He chuckled, loosening his grip but not quite breaking the hug.

“Damn it, that was the first thing I was going to do as soon as I got in the taxi.” You smirked.

“Minx.”

“Posh boy.”

“Right, off with you.” He chuckled, shaking his head fondly.

“Goodbye, Mycroft.” You had given him that smile of yours that made the corners of your eyes crinkle and he had instinctively, without any thought, leaned down and placed a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. It was an action he had never undertaken before, and he felt the shift in you before he’d even fully pulled away.

You had given everyone a wave and then hurriedly bundled into a taxi… and that was the last time he had seen you.

The next morning he had received an email formally stating that you could no longer offer your services to him. It had pointed out a clause within the contract he had originally signed that stated any physical contact was to be agreed upon prior to the event and that he had breached this.

He had sat at his desk for a long time that morning, just staring at the email. It was so cold, so clinical, so unlike the person he had come to know. Then again, he had hired you to play a role. It was his own fault that he had allowed himself to believe in the lie.

For weeks Mycroft wallowed in a malaise, wanting to throw himself into his work but unable to concentrate. When the invitation to his brothers Christmas ‘do’ came through, he initially ignored it. Then his mother asked him repeatedly if he would be attending. Then he got a text from Greg Lestrade and another from John. It appeared that his presence was required, not merely requested, at this event and Mycroft’s heart sank as he realised it wasn’t him they wanted to attend, but you as his plus one.

After an entire day miserably touring around the places the two of you would meet, Mycroft found his feet had indeed brought him to his brother’s flat. The sounds of merriment could be heard spilling from the window and Mycroft let out a deep sigh, might as well bite the bullet.

Mrs Hudson gave him a strange smile as he entered Baker Street and headed to the stairs, she was practically vibrating with excitement, and he wondered just how many sherries the woman had drunk already. As he reached the top of the stairs, the door to 221B flung open and Sherlock grinned.

“Merry Christmas, brother mine.”

“Please tell me this is not going to become an annual event.” Mycroft sighed, already itching to leave.

Sherlock stepped to one side, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and revealed the party inside his flat. There was John, talking to Molly and Lestrade, there was his father rearranging ornaments on Sherlocks tree, and… and talking to his mother was…

Mycroft’s eyes widened and his jaw fell slack.

“Merry Christmas.” Sherlock said softly, patting his brother on the back.

[the-baybieruth]

possessive mikey ftw🥹💕

The man in front of him had no idea just how much trouble he was in. Mycroft simply smiled and nodded, already plotting fifty different ways to cause him maximum pain in the shortest amount of time.

"... and that's why I think that the political system is flawed, Mikey." The American grinned at Mycroft, his hand still resting on your lower back as if it were the most natural place for it to rest.

"I see." Mycroft said in a dangerously calm tone that made you shift a little, reaching out and resting your hand on his arm.

"Mycroft, I believe the ambassador of Denmark wished to discuss something with you." You turned to the American and gave him a tight smile before excusing yourself, dragging Mycroft with you.

"Look, I know he kept calling you 'Mikey' but that's really no reason to cause an international incident." You hummed softly as the two of you walked across the room.

"He kept touching you." The words escaped through gritted teeth, his anger obviously switching off his usual editing and allowing a simply truth to fall out.

"Seriously? That's what has you all tense like this? Oh, you adorably silly man." You smiled warmly up at him, your heart fluttering. "Perhaps, if you don't want other men to stand so close, you should keep me closer."

"Perhaps." Mycroft conceded, moving his hand from your lower back to slip around your waist, pulling you into his side, where he always believed you really belonged.

[the-baybieruth]

This bit of Mycroft is for the lovely @theweepingvulcan91

It was in this moment that you realised the depth of Mycroft Holmes true feelings for you.

Sherlock was explaining why he needed his brothers help due to your 'incompetence', blaming you entirely for the way things had gone so wrong so quickly, even though you would argue he was equally to blame for your current predicament. After a solid five minutes of Sherlock listing each and every one of your failings as a human being, you looked up and caught this look on Mycroft's face. His jaw tensed, his eyes flashing a warning towards his little brother, his grip on his umbrella a little too tight. You tuned out what Sherlock was actually saying, beginning to suspect he was trying to find the right combination of insults that would unlock whatever he was after within his brother.

That was when you realised that Sherlock had discovered a weakness in his brother he could potentially exploit, and that weakness was you.

"Enough, Sherlock." Mycroft's clipped tone rang out in the room, venom practically dripping from those two words.

This reaction caused Sherlocks face to light up with a broad smile, his hypothesis suddenly proven in his mind.

"I am sorry," Sherlock now addressed you, surprised to see you appeared upset, "I simply needed to confirm my brothers pressure point. You are... you are a trusted friend and I am sorry if my words were a little harsh."

"You're an arse, Sherlock, but I am strangely used to it." You gave him a half smile, trying not to take what he had said personally, even though it had cut quite deep.

"I shall leave the two of you to discuss how you are going to deal with this. After all, brother dearest, it will only be a matter of time before your enemies come to the same conclusion as I have. So find a way to protect your goldfish and then we can return to our case." Sherlock winked at you as he turned and strode out of the room, his coat billowing dramatically behind him.

"Have you Holmes boys always been so bloody dramatic?" You asked softly, watching him go with a shake of your head.

"I am rather afraid we have." Mycroft hummed, uncertain how to proceed.

"Well... as long as you aren't going to burst into some intricately choreographed musical number, I think we'll be okay." You smirked, trying to ease the tension a little.

"No, no musical number, but... perhaps you would join me for some tea?"

"That sounds perfectly lovely."

You had no idea what would happen between you and Mycroft, but it did feel rather nice to know that possibly the most powerful man in the country felt the need to protect you, even from his own brother.