#Cregan stark x Velaryon!reader
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Chapter 27 Million years
Chapter 27 of Moonlight
A/N- Are they finally gonna get together?
Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death, fluff!! and SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood
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*A FEW WEEKS LATER*
“The scouts have not sent any new reports on Alys, but they’ve heard rumors spreading about a babe with scales and a tale being born to a witch.”
You hum in comprehension and look out the balcony to think about what was just said to you.
They probably won’t find her, she’s smart, and she’s lived for a long time for that reason. Is it worth it to keep looking for someone who can see visions? There’s so much on your plate already too; annoying Lords, being Queen, the wedding, the rest of the Martell family, and Dorne’s most respected lords coming for the wedding. And it’s not like you can undo what she did, you should have known better than to trust her. Plus you’re beginning to lack enough anger to try and chase after her around the Riverlands.
She may rot—
Suddenly you lose all train of thought as you catch Cregan down below walking, talking, and smiling with the black-haired beauty that is Lady Alysanne Blackwood. She’s so close to him, basically rubbing arms, she’s batting her eyelashes at him, and he’s flashing his charming rare smiles. He’s—
You had to let him go, it was better to let him go, but you still can’t help but feel…jealous. You feel it deep in your stomach. You feel slight anger growing within you at the sight of the pair, at the thought that they make a good couple. They make a more plausible couple too.
But you still want that to be you at his side, you still want to see him smile and look at you with a soft and loving look, and you want to laugh with him without having to hide. You still want to be at his side, you want to be her…
But you can’t. You can’t be together and you have to accept that—you accept it, besides you’re getting married soon and so far Prince Namor isn’t terrible…
Life was so much easier when you were with Aemond. Your only desire then was to see your mother and brothers again, you didn’t have any significant concerns. It was easy with Aemond and you only realize that now.
“Your Grace?”
“Hm?” You hum and pull your eyes away from Cregan to look at one of your new ladies-in-waiting helping you with the wedding.
“Which design for the wedding dress’s cape do you prefer?” She asks.
You spare one last glance at Cregan and Lady Alyssane, and frown with displeasure before you look at the designs the designer has drawn up. They’re all beautiful, one is red adorned with gold, and the other one is long and shaped like dragon wings. You’ll probably go with the latter.
“Have this one brought,” you point to the dragon wing cape and slowly look out the balcony again and still see Cregan and Alyssane.
It’s like he’s torturing you. You hate it, you hate seeing him with her. But you have to—
“Ser Crane,” you cut off your lady-in-waiting to address the Lord Commander of your Queensguard, a tall muscular man, with a stern face, a shaved head, a dark goatee, and a kind heart. “I request the presence of Lord Stark right away.”
The man bows his head and quickly heads on out, letting you focus back on your lady-in-waiting. “The dragon wing one is fine, have the second dress brought, I really don’t mind, it’s my third wedding I just want to get it over with.”
The lady looks at you a bit puzzled at your lack of excitement, but does as you ask, letting you wait for Cregan in the parlor room.
Considering he wants to stay here until the kingdom is somewhat stable you see a lot of him. A lot. He’s at every council meeting, he’s at every hearing, if you’re out in the city he is too, he’s like your Hand or a Queensguard. Without actually having the titles.
You like that he is but you also don’t like it because he’s a temptation. Plus Prince Namor and him don’t get along so well.
And well, you understand why Cregan wouldn’t like him, but you don’t understand why Prince Namor doesn’t like Cregan, it’s not like you talk to Cregan a lot in public. In private? Yes, he likes to come visit Daenerys, and he can’t exactly spend time with her alone because people would talk, so you’re always there acting like you need his help. But other than that you don’t know why Prince Namor is so hostile—does he see something?
Nevertheless, a knock raps on the door, and when you welcome the visitor you see exactly who you need, Cregan.
“Your Grace,” he greets and bows.
You cross your leg over the other and offer him a faint smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet formally as your Queensguard walks out. “Sorry, my request is so sudden. I hope you weren’t busy.” You offer him a wider smile and watch him come sit down across from you.
“Well,” he says. “Whenever you call, I come. So no, I was not busy.”
The room's doors close and Cregan looks around. “Where’s Daenerys?” He asks.
You grab your goblet of wine and shake your head. “Not here. This is about another matter.” You take a sip and meet his grey eyes as he looks at you with curiosity. “This is actually about the Night's Watch.”
Cregan leans in and props on hand on his leg to probe. “What about it?”
You made a promise, so you will see through to that promise, or at least prepare the next ruler if it doesn’t come true in your lifetime.
“How many people are posted in the Night’s watch, at all castles? Just a rough estimate,” you continue to ask without actually being clear about anything.
Cregan sits back and shrugs. “Not much, perhaps just under one thousand men, or even less…why the sudden interest?” He presses. “Royalty doesn’t really bother to care for the Night’s watch.”
You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.
You know you can trust him, you know that the smart thing would be telling a Stark as well, after all the threat comes from the distant North, they deserve to know. But it’s difficult speaking about something told to you by your mother.
“Do you remember the stories you’d tell me?” You begin slowly. “About what may live beyond the wall?”
Cregan nods. “Yes, just children's stories.”
You exhale deeply and meet his gaze. “What if they aren’t just stories? What if…something like the Long Night happens again?”
Cregan blinks repeatedly in disbelief and his lips twitch to a teasing smile. “It won’t, it can’t be possible. The first member of the Night's watch drove them away. But again, it’s just a story.”
You put the goblet down and lean forward so he can see you’re being serious. “Cregan, listen to me. I'm being serious. And you can’t tell anyone, I wasn’t allowed to tell you, it’s a secret passed from Targaryen ruler to heir, so please guard this secret with your life.”
Said man narrows his eyes and his teasing smile falls. He doesn’t hesitate to assure you, mostly because he thinks you’re somehow joking. “I swear.”
You exhale deeply. “Long ago,” you begin. “My ancestor, King Aegon, had a dream. A prophecy of the end of the world of men that begins with a terrible winter gusting out of the distant North.”
Cregan swallows back nervously and you see his shoulders tense.
“Aegon saw darkness riding on those winds,” you continue. “And whatever hides within will destroy the land of the living. And when this Great Winter comes, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive it a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. Someone strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the darkness. So that's why I ask, the Night's Watch is our first line of defense, it may not happen in my lifetime, or in any of my children’s lifetimes, but I still made a promise. I can’t fail her, nor can I fail them.”
Cregan drops his head and brushes his fingers through his hair.
“I know,” you add softly. “It’s hard to believe. But you have to believe me. I wouldn’t toy with this.”
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he snaps his head up and meets your gaze with a narrowed look. “You believe the prophecy?” He asks. “With your heart?”
You don’t hesitate, you nod. “I do.”
Cregan raises his chin and nods. “Then I believe you too.”
You smile and sigh with relief. “Thank you.” You whisper.
“What do you want me to do then?” He asks.
You sigh. “We can’t force people to man the castles, one it might not happen anytime soon, two, people don’t volunteer like before. But I will try from my end to send prisoners to the Night's watch. What I need from you are reports from every exploration the men have. As boring as they may be, I can’t risk missing something.”
Cregan nods in comprehension. “I will do it. But you must visit them too, you know? Just as Queen Alysanne did.”
You grin softly. “I will. I mean I do have a dragon to travel far so I will,” you assure him. “We often tend to forget the Night’s watch. I will try not to.”
“And…” Cregan adds with a growing smile. “You stop by and visit me too. Winterfell will always be your home. It can be.”
“Cregan,” you warn him.
“You’re still not married, why can’t—”
“I just said one reason,” you cut him off. “Besides even if there wasn’t a reason, would you have left your home behind, your land, and people to become King?” You ask seriously.
Cregan’s smile falls and his face grows hard and serious. “No,” he answers bluntly.
You scoff softly and nod slowly. “Exactly. So please just don’t bring it up again. I still want to be your friend.”
Cregan holds your gaze for a moment before he scoffs and looks away and shakes his head. You’re about to question him, but a knock raps on your door so you’re left in tension.
“Come in,” you address the visitor.
The door opens and you look over and see…Rhaena.
The annoyance and tension you just felt falls completely and your eyes fill with happy tears.
You haven’t seen her since the war started. You’ve heard of her from letters or other people’s mouths, but it’s been so long. You thought you would never see her again, you feared something would happen to her even if she was in a safe place.
“Rhaena,” you muse and jump off your seat to run over to her. She matches your pace and meets you halfway with an embrace.
“Y/N,” she whispers.
She’s one of the few family members you have left. One of the two people you grew up with. Your home was when you were with your mother, with your brothers too, so you’ll never feel at home anymore, but with Baela and Rhaena still alive there’s a sense of safety you do feel.
“Why…” you trail off and pull back to face her. “Why wasn’t I told you were here already?” You ask.
Rhaena smiles. “We wanted it to be a surprise. Baela says you’d appreciate it.”
You flash her a grin and nod. “I do—and your hatchling. You have a dragon now!”
Rhaena nods and pulls away to glance back at the crate that’s brought in by a servant. You were so distracted with her that you failed to notice her servants.
“Wait,” you cut her off and glance back at Cregan standing by the table you were just at. “I should introduce you to someone first.” You wave Cregan over, and he quickly makes his way to your side.
“Rhaena this is Cregan Stark,” you introduce him. “An old friend and Lord of Winterfell, of course. Cregan, this is my cousin, Lady Rhaena Targaryen.”
Cregan bows his head out of respect and Rhaena smiles at him.
“It’s nice to finally meet you, Lady Rhaena,” he says. “The Queen here would speak fondly of you when she lived in Winterfell.”
You grin wider, and Rhaena looks between Cregan and you before she focuses on Cregan. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lord Stark.”
“I hope to make your acquaintance whilst my stay here,” Cregan adds. “Your sister is quite the spitfire, I’m interested in getting to know you too.”
Rhaena laughs softly. “Likewise.”
Cregan sighs and faces you. “I’ll see you later, My Queen.” He bows and then bows his head at Rhaena before he leaves. Once he’s out the door you follow Rhaena to the table and watch her open the crate to then pull out a small pink and black hatchling.
“Oh gods,” you muse excitedly. “Look at it!”
“Her name is Morning,” she reveals and turns to show her off to you.
You reach over and caress her scaled head and beam at her. “You may be our savior,” you tell the little dragon. “I’m happy for you Rhaena,” you direct at your cousin. “I know how much you’ve dreamed of having one, I’m glad you finally bonded with one. It’s a great pleasure.”
“Thank you. And I’m happy too, I can’t wait to ride her,” she muses.
You hum and step back. “It’s really the best thing in the world. How is she? Does she eat? Sleep well?” You ask since there are so few dragons left now. Greyghost flew away after Ser Jason’s death, and Silverwing and Astraea are the only ones that are left in King’s Landing. Two out of so many that were alive.
“Yes, she’s doing well, she’s healthy,” Rhaena assures you as you walk over to sit on the couch to take advantage of the fact that you’re not being swamped. “Is Astraea doing well?”
You nod. “Very. She’s healed well.”
“And Lord Stark?” She asks and catches you off guard. “First name bases?”
You avert your gaze and shrug. “Yes, we lived together for five years. Of course, we go by each other's first names.”
Rhaena walks over with a smile and her dragon draped on her shoulder. “Hm…okay, your eyes and smiles say otherwise.”
You glare at her. “You’ve been here for just a few minutes what—Baela.”
Rhaena smirks. “You burned half the city this is just some free punishment.” She rebuttals.
You scoff and go serious. “What do you think about that? Baela is upset, she’s calmed down a bit since then, but she’s still upset. What are your thoughts?” You ask on the matter.
Rhaena draws out a deep breath and frowns with sadness. “I think you could’ve done things differently. But I also know that sometimes the most ugly things have to be done. I know…my father would’ve approved.”
You scoff with amusement.
“I know that Rhaenyra could’ve used more fire…perhaps then she would still be alive,” she mumbles with a hint of sadness in her tone. “So I think you did what you had to do. Besides you did it already we can’t take it back, we have to move on. Right?” She asks and meets your gaze.
You hold her gaze for a moment before you nod softly and feel your breath tremble as you breathe out. “About that…I was waiting for you to come…” you trail off and feel your eyes water, your throat begin to burn, and you feel your chest get heavy. “…so we could hold a funeral for my mother. I know you were close to her, so I thought you’d want to be there. Prince Namor said it’d be healthy, so I want to have one.”
A short silence follows before Rhaena interjects quietly. “That would be nice…I would be honored to be there. Thank you for waiting for me.”
You keep your head down to avoid seeing the nightmare flashes and memories that threaten to show. “No problem…it’ll be before the wedding,” you mention shakily.
“Y/N—”
“It’ll be okay,” you cut her off to avoid falling into that hole. “I’m okay.”
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*LATER*
“Your Grace, The Lannisters are approaching and should arrive by nightfall. And the Baratheons will be here this evening.”
You look at Ser Crane through the long mirror and nod in comprehension. “Thank you, Ser, and if I’m not here by the time the Baratheons have my grandfather set up their welcome according to their status.”
The Lord Commander nods and turns stiffly to walk out. And while he was walking out one of your ladies in waiting walks in with a bouquet of Blue Winter Roses.
“My Queen,” she says with excitement in her voice as she approaches you. “These are for you from an old friend they said.”
You turn away from the mirror and take the bouquet from her hands. You read the notecard and even if it doesn't say a name you know it can only be from one person. One person knows that out of every flower in the world, these are your favorite, Cregan. Only he knows that these flowers are a symbol of your love.
So what do the flowers mean this time? He gave you some for your wedding tournament to show his love, to show you aren't forgotten. And this time what else can they be but another symbol?
It’s a symbol of hope now too. They’re a temptation you finally start to give into as your grief is crashing into you a lot stronger than before as you dress in all black to say one last goodbye to the woman you loved. They serve only to bring out this deep desire of wanting him to shield you from that pain, of wanting him to hold you until you feel an ounce of comfort back in your limp heart.
You want to be with him, and these winter roses are like a sign to give in and sacrifice everything just to be in his arms and go back to a place where you had felt happy once before. They’re a declaration of love and an offer.
And you’re in so much agony, you feel it now eating away at you as each second brings you closer to lighting her pyre. You just want some relief…
So you look up from the flowers in your hand and break into a stride to go to him. You feel eager and selfish. Like a fragment of who you used to be could return at the sight of him in this very moment.
However, the door opens for a third time and Prince Namor walks in, so you stop in your tracks and drop your smile.
“Those are beautiful.”
You made her a promise. You remember now at the sight of your betrothed.
“Who are they from?” He asks.
You blink and offer him a faint smile. “An old friend,” you mutter and turn to put the winter roses down on the table.
“Oh, well, they’re beautiful,” he says as he follows you back to the mirror. “Anyway, your cousins are ready. Are you?”
You pick up your mother's valyrian steel necklace from the cushion and sigh deeply as you remember her wearing it.
“Yeah,” you agree softly. “I am ready.”
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*25 YEARS LATER. 156 AC*
What good is peace if all you wear is mourning attire?
“Today with these ashes we spread, may he return to the sand, may he return to the earth…”
Ashes fall from the septon's hands and trinkle onto the sand below. You follow the particles of what had remained of your husband until it mixes with the grains of sand.
“…may he give life to what sprouts so that his legacy lives on forever in the hearts and minds of the four children he leaves behind, Prince Maekor, Princess Valaena, Prince Laenor, and Prince Rhaegar. And so his wife, her grace, Y/N Targaryen carries him on forever in her heart.”
You sigh and keep your eyes on the ashes that mix with the sand below, and then feel a hand carefully wrap around yours. When you glance over you meet the dark eyes of your youngest son with Prince Namor, Rhaegar. The boy named after your mother, you offer him a faint smile and give him a reassuring squeeze.
“May he meet his ancestors and continue to watch over his kin. May Prince Namor of House Martell find peace!” The septon shouts. You look up at him and then hear snickering, so your attention drifts to your right side and you see your second youngest son, Prince Laenor, snickering at his brother since he sees him holding your hand. You think nothing wrong with it though, Namor was their father, he was a good one at that, and Rhaegar is like Lucerys, sensible and more open to showing and receiving affection.
Thus you shoot Laenor a glare and he quickly drops his smirk and goes quiet, and once he does you point to his older sister, Princess Valaena as she stood crying for the father she lost. Laenor understands what you want and even if he sighs he steps forward to wrap his arm around his sister, making her husband Lord Ellis Blackwood pull his arm off her shoulder to hold her hand instead.
You smile at the interaction of your daughter and her husband. They’ve been married for three years now, but seeing how kind and smitten he is with her still surprises you and brings you joy as if it were the first time seeing it. And you know you react like that because of your fear of marrying your children outside of Targaryen, and or Velaryon families. You only accepted this match because Lord Ellis is the eldest son of Bloody Ben, the man-boy you fought alongside at Tumbleton, the man-boy who had retrieved Addam’s body.
Other than that, all your other kid marriages are kept between the Targaryen’s and Velaryon’s, you don’t want to make the same mistake your grandfather Viserys made when he married Alicent.
It’s why your Hand was Baela for a few years until none other than your little brother, Viserys returned a few years back. With a wife, you wouldn't approve of, but she’s gone now and her family was basically his captor when he came back, without her they wouldn’t let him stay. It was smart but regardless, he’s your Hand now. He’s smart, tactical, and kind.
His kids though…more specifically his eldest, is something else, but that’s besides the fact.
What matters now is that you are a widow for a third time. It’s unfortunate that you had to be Aegon's widow, but at least now that title is gone and you’re Namor’s widow now. It’s bad to point out, but this new loss has your mind raveled. Not like when your mother or the rest of your family died, but after you spend 25 years with someone it has to affect you in some way. Especially when you had 4 more children with him.
But it’s those 4 children, plus the other three, that don’t make you fall into that pit you were stuck in before. They keep you upright now, and they’re all the ones that make you feel your heart again. Instead, you are there for them as they grieve their father. You comfort them as best as you can as you get taken back to the Red Keep.
Once you’re inside and attending the banquet in Namor’s name you approach Valaena.
“Forgive me, mother,” she interjects in a shaky voice.
You furrow your eyebrows and cup her cheek to dry away her tears. “Whatever for?” You query.
“Crying, for not being strong, especially in front of everyone,” she reveals, making you scoff softly.
“Oh my sweet girl, it’s okay to cry, he was your father,” you assure her. “You can cry as much as you want to.”
“But you’re strong,” she says and holds your other hand.
You smile and shake your head. “When I lost my own father I was inconsolable, I wanted to jump off the ship that was taking me to Winterfell to see your grandfather's resting place. I was anything but strong. So it’s okay.”
Valaena lets out a shaky sigh and offers you a soft smile.
“Now,” you add and slide your hands down to grab her hands. “How are my grandchildren?” You ask and look at her swollen belly. “Five more months to go.”
Valaena grins. “They’re great, moving, and with strong heartbeats. The both of them.”
“Great, I’m glad.”
“Prince Aerion of House Velaryon! Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides!” The guard announces.
You and your daughter share a short glance before you turn and watch your only son with Aemond and the proof of your love comes waltzing in late.
Your guests greet him as they make a path towards you and your family, and he redirects that greeting with a formal smile. But when his blue eyes land on you and the rest of his siblings his grin widens, and one person quickly pushes himself out of his seat and runs around the table to greet him.
“Aerion!” Your eldest son with Namor, Maekor, shouts excitedly.
Said man chuckles and changes his pace to a jog as Maekor runs down the steps and runs to his brother. When they meet halfway, Maekor jumps on his brother, and Aerion doesn’t hesitate to squeeze him back.
“Maekor! Brother!” Aerion greets and lets his brother go.
Ever since your first child with Namor was born you made it your job that they got along, that they all got along and didn’t treat each other like Aemond and Aegon treated your mother. Your kids fought, of course they did, but they never hated themselves like your mother and her siblings.
“Aerion!” Laenor shouts and runs over followed by Rhaegar, while Valaena and Daenerys stay with you to wait for Aerion to finish greeting his brothers
“He’s late,” Daenerys mutters. “And where’s Daenys?”
“Probably getting here even more late,” Valaena counters.
You hum in agreement and watch as the three boys huddle around their older brother
“Which reminds me,” Valaena interjects. “The Stark’s didn’t come.”
You glance at your daughter at the mention of that infamous name and then look down to think about Cregan.
It’s been so long since you’ve seen him, ten years perhaps? Maybe even more? You really wanted to see him, he’s a widow too, longer than you have been.
“Mother!”
You snap your eyes up and see Aerion approaching with his arms open, but you place a hand on your hip and shoot him a pointed look.
“You’re late,” you point out as he wraps his arm around you. “Three days late.”
Aerion presses kisses on the side of your head to try and make you forget, and it works because you hug him back and when you pull away you grab his jaw. “I missed you,” you tell him, making him grin. “Where’s Daenys?”
Aerion sighs and pulls away, his smile falls and he looks at his sisters. “Well,” he adds. “Uh, Daenys stayed in Driftmark because she gave birth.”
You gasp and grab his arm. “Birth? It’s a month too soon,” you stammer out.
“Is she okay?” Daenerys asks right away.
Aerion nods. “Yes, she’s just recovering. She’s okay. Both her and our son.”
You sigh with relief but you still pinch him. “Why didn’t you say anything? You should’ve sent a Raven.”
Valaena steps forward to smack his arm. “Why didn’t you start off by saying she’s okay? Jerk.”
Aerion chuckles. “Well, it wouldn't have mattered, you all still would’ve worried. Anyway, she’ll come in a week or two. I came early to be with you,” he directs at his sister's, mainly at Valaena. “I don’t remember my father, but I do know longing. And it does get better, Valaena.”
Valaena offers him a gentle smile and they hug before he hugs Daenerys. She’s actually about to say something, but then Aerion gently pushes her away as he spots Ser Crane.
“Old man,” he greets. “You get older every time I see you.”
Ser Crane huffs. “Yet it’s possible I might outlive you, my Prince.”
Aerion grins and pats his shoulder when he sees him and then moves past him when he spots Valaena’s husband.
“Ellis!” He shouts before he runs over to embrace him and pats his back.
“Aerion, buddy, we've been waiting for you!”
You watch your other sons huddle around the pair and turn to walk to Lord Cane.
“He says Daenys gave birth,” you mention and watch your nieces approach their respected partner. “That’s why he’s late.”
“The boat has been here since this morning,” he rats Aerion out without hesitation. “He was probably sleeping or joined in some tournament.”
You scoff. “I don’t know where he gets these tendencies from, his father was never like this.”
“His uncle was—”
“I’ll burn you,” you cut him off before he could say Aegon’s name, making him chuckle.
“I’ll talk to him,” Lord Crane assures you and passes you your goblet of wine.
You shake your head. “Don’t waste your breath, he’s almost 30, he won’t learn anymore. He’s got a thick head.”
Lord Crane chuckles.
You smile and take a drink of your wine before you change the subject. “I’m going to make rounds.” You turn, and he mirrors your actions to follow you to the first Lord and Lady you see, but then the guard at the entrance interrupts you.
“Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of the Winterfell, and Warden of the North.”
You gasp softly and snap your eyes to the door, catching him, Cregan, your old friend, and love your life, walking down the steps with his men and a young lady you assume is one of his daughters Lord Alyssane gave him during their marriage.
Everyone watches the mighty Lord with his fur cloak over his broad shoulders and body that's grown more toned over the years. But through the sea of people, he finds you.
Cregan’s grey eyes find you as he makes his way to you first. And when he reaches you, your heart skips a beat as if it were the first time you’ve seen him. He proceeds to bow and the young lady beside him does too.
“My Queen,” he greets.
You hand the goblet of wine back to your Lord Commander and when Cregan straightens out, you offer him a kind smile. “Lord Stark,” you greet sweetly.
“My condolences on the loss of your husband,” he says first. “I knew the prince consort briefly, but all I heard were great things.”
You sigh. “Thank you, Lord Stark. I’m glad we could see you. Even if it is at the banquet,” you say bluntly.
Cregan’s serious expression breaks as he smiles. “Yes well, there was a storm that damaged our ship, and when we changed to a carriage our carriage broke a wheel. It’s been quite a hectic ride.”
You blink and look at him with worry. “Oh! Is everyone fine?” You ask and step forward.
Cregan nods. “Yes, yes, we’re all fine. Thank the gods.”
You hum and glance at the lady with dark brown hair. Cregan follows your line of gaze and grabs her arm. “This is my youngest daughter Mariah Stark.”
The girl curtsy and when she stands up you offer her a sweet smile. “Ah, you have your father's grey eyes. Very beautiful.”
“Thank you, your Grace,” she mumbles.
You nod and meet Cregan’s gaze again. “It’s nice to see you, old friend. It’s been…years.”
Cregan nods and his eyes soften, catching those around you off guard that this cold and serious man was looking so gentle. “Ten,” he clarifies. “Ten years. But I’m here now and I hope we get to reacquaint ourselves during my stay.”
You grin and nod eagerly. “Yes, that would be great. Now,” you trail off and grin wider. “Meet my children!” You walk over to the group of kids watching from a distance. “I’ll start with who I see first, there’s a lot.” You laugh.
And of course, Laenor pushes himself to the front, so you start with him. “Cregan, this is Laenor,”
Said man feigns a cough so you correct yourself. “Sorry, Ser Laenor. He’s a knight.”
Laenor flashes Cregan a grin and then glances at his daughter to offer her a flirty smile. And right away you notice that the girl blushes at the charming tactics of your son. But she’s not the only one, since he’s the only prince who’s a bachelor, many young ladies have been swooning over him and giving him their sympathies in hope he’d return their affections. But they’ll find that their brothers or their household guards will gain his affection a lot quicker than them. He just likes to tease women.
“…and this,” you move on to point to the man next to Laenor. “This is Rhaegar, my youngest.” You grab his shoulder and give it a tight squeeze.
Rhaegar glances at you and then offers Cregan a more nervous smile, letting you move on to the next person and feeling him feel grateful for it with the way his shoulders untense.
“Next to him is my niece and his betrothed, Lady Valeria Hightower, daughter of my cousin, the Lady Rhaena.”
Cregan bows his head and then glances back at one of his men. When they approach you see him holding a bouquet of blue winter roses.
“Thank the gods these survived our trip,” he says and plucks one from the bouquet to hand it to Valeria.
“Oh! This is beautiful,” Valeria gushes. “Thank you, my Lord.” She curtsies and then turns to Rhaegar to show him the pretty rose.
“This is Lady Laena Velaryon, daughter of my cousin Lady Baela, wife of my Maekor, and future Queen.” You grin.
Cregan bows his head and once again he plucks a rose from the bouquet. She’s more timid than Valeria though, so her response is softer. “Thank you, Lord Stark.”
“It's an honor to make your acquaintance, my Lady,” he interjects. “And future Queen.”
Laena smiles and gently bows her head. “It’s an honor to meet you, the Queen speaks fondly of you.” She reveals.
Oh.
Cregan smirks. “Does she now? I should hope so.”
You avert your gaze and move on to the next person so he won't get any more smug. “And you know my Maekor, my heir.”
Cregan once again bows. “My Prince.” Cregan greets.
Maekor offers him a small bow and a gentle smile. “Lord Stark. It’s a pleasure seeing you again, the last time I saw you—”
“You were a little lad,” Cregan cuts him off. “With your front teeth missing.” He chuckles. “You’ve grown, my Prince. And I hear you have sons of your own too.”
You beam proudly, and Maekor nods.
“Yes, I do, Jacaerys and Jaehaerys,” your son reveals.
“It’s quite a change,” Cregan says. “You make me feel old.”
“That’s because you are,” you quip
“Likewise.” He counters, making you feign a laugh before you move and point to the tall skinny man next to Maekor. “You probably know him. Lord Ellis Blackwood, son of Lord Benjicot Blackwood.”
Cregan nods. “Yes, we’ve met. I hear a congratulations are in order, my lord, I hear you're expecting your first child.”
Ellis grins brightly and nods before glancing at Valaena. “Yes, twins the maester says.”
Cregan glances at your daughter and offers her a smile. “Congratulations Princess, I’m sure the gods will grant you healthy babes.” He then turns and plucks three roses from the bouquet. “For you and your children.”
Valaena gently takes the roses and brings them up to her nose to smell them, causing a sweet smile to grow on her lips. “Thank you, my Lord, you are very kind.”
Cregan bows his head and now you move on to your last two. “Now, you know…” you trail off as Aerion is gone from the line. “Oh, well here’s Daenerys.”
Cregan stops in front of Daenerys and his smile softens. “Princess,” he greets softly and studies her face.
Daenerys doesn’t know the man before her is her actual father, you couldn’t risk it, so it will always be a secret between Cregan and you.
“Lord Stark,” she greets without as much emotion.
Cregan lingers there before he grabs one winter rose and hands it to her. “It goes with your hair well,” he says, making her giggle.
“It does, thank you.” She then looks at you and smiles.
“Father,” Cregan’s daughter cuts in. “Look they have my favorite, come with me.”
Cregan blinks and then glances at you. “And the rest are for you,” he says and grabs the rest of the winter roses to give you the bouquet. “I’m sorry for your loss, again. We’ll talk later. Yes?”
You smile softly and nod. “Yes. And Lord Stark.” You proceed to approach him and talk quieter. “Join us tomorrow for breakfast. The whole of my family will be there, and I want you to be there as well.”
Cregan holds your gaze with a smile and doesn’t hesitate to answer. “I’ll be there.”
You grin wider and nod in comprehension. “Good,” you whisper and feel your heart skip a beat once again.
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A green-coloured brother for a black allied son
Part one | Part two
The King is dead. The Greens usurped the throne and crowned Aegon before the people of King's Landing. When word of the treachery reached the ears of the True Queen's court, it was already too late. The Blacks need allies and stat.
"Send us, mother", spoke the Velaryon princess during the Black council, making everybody turn to her and her siblings. "You need messengers, and dragons are quicker than ravens."
And so it is done, Lucaerys is sent to Storm's End and Jacaerys and (Y/n) are sent to Winterfell. The princess sees the scared look on her little brother's face when their mother mentions him flying alone.
"Send me with Luke, mother", she pleads, grabbing both of her mother's hands. "My dragon will for sure scare some sense into the man."
But their mother shakes her head. "I need you and Vermithor in the North. And I need you to grow close to Cregan Stark."
She sighs frustrated. "We're on the brink of war, mother. This isn't the time to court and to plan a wedding."
"I am not asking this of you as your mother. I am saying this as your Queen. You are to go the Winterfell and that's an order."
At the harsh tone of her mother, the Princess takes a step back and lowers her eyes. "Yes, your Grace."
She turns around and goes to the Dragonpit, where her brothers are already saddled up on their dragons. She strokes the scales of Vermithor before raising taking place on the back of her dragon.
The dragons push off, gliding through the air the Princess goes flying next to Luke and Vermax. "Please be careful. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid."
Luke swallows and looks at his sister, whose eyes are soft and filled with worry. "I promise."
And after that brief interaction, the siblings part ways.
The flight to Winterfell is not one too difficult. If the colours grow bleaker and the air colder, they know that they are going the right way.
Their presence is announced by Vermithor who roars loudly and the ground shakes as the two dragons touch down. Guards are at the ready as they have seen the two dragons approach the castle from miles away, swords and lances at the ready.
"I'm Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, accompanied by Princess (Y/n) Velaryon. We bring a message to Lord Stark from the Queen."
The guards nod and lead the royal siblings into the main hall where Cregan Stark is seated on the throne carved out of white marble.
Before Jace can take the lead, the Princess steps forwards.
"I did not come here as your betrothed, Lord Stark. We come here as messengers of House Targaryen, asking for your support in the claim of Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name."
Cregan Stark sits back on his throne and rubs a hand over his stubble, a large fur cloak draped over his shoulders. "Of course. My father bend the knee to the Queen then, and I'll follow in his footsteps willingly. I'll have an official document drawn up to pledge my stance to Queen Rhaenyra."
He waves for someone of a maester to prepare the document and a seal. "In the meantime, I would like to offer e meal and warm clothes."
It's no secret that both Velaryon siblings are a slightly bit underdressed for Winterfell weather, even with their thickest cloaks. Before the princess can decline, her brother steps in front of her, accepting the invite. She glares at him but remains quiet, following after a maid to receive a thicker dress and cloak.
While the maid laces up her dress, the princess looks melancholy out of the window. She wonders how her brother is doing, if his flight went well and if Lord Borros is a good host to him.
"You look pained, my Princess."
She turns around and looks at Cregan with the same sombre look. The maid takes her leave and the two betrothed are alone.
"I must apologise, my Lord, but my mind is elsewhere."
As Cregan grabs the fur coat that lays on the bed, he motions for her to continue while also turning around. "How so?"
"Just as my brother and I are sent to you, my Lord, our youngest brother is sent to Storms End. And while he's a dragon rider, he is no soldier. He's just a boy... wanting to make his house and family proud."
Lord Stark fastens the cloak on her shoulders before turning her around. "I may not know your brother, Princess, but if I know one thing about Targaryens it is that a dragon is not easily defeated. And that also applies to the pups."
She gives him a slight smile, his words somewhat calming her worrying heart.
Cregan leads her towards the banquet hall, her hand wrapped around his bicep. But when she enters and sees her cousin stand next to Jace with a worried look on her face, the princess drops her hand and rushes towards them.
"What is wrong?"
Baela turns towards her and grabs her hands. "We've had word from Storms End. Luke is taken by Aemond to King's Landing and Aemond is asking for you."
She hands the Princess the letter she showed Jace. "It was strapped on Vermax. Apparently, Aemond was also sent to Storms End to earn Lord Borros' favour. And it looks like the Greens have won it."
My dearest beloved,
Oh, how you seem to love to toy with my heart, my darling. Teasing me with your gifted eyeball as a proposal but then you later reveal that that filthy wolf of the North has won the right to your virtue. One that is promised as mine long ago.
I expect you soon at our wedding, my precious dragon. Or else the bastard isn't going to only lose his sight.
Forever yours,
A.
The Princess feels her bowls turn and bile rises up. He has taken her brother as collateral so she will come to him. She doesn't want to think about what he's willing to do to the young boy.
She stumbles back, but Cregan is there to catch her and lead her to a chair. He gently takes the letter out of her hands and reads it for himself.
"I... I have to..."
"Have the dragons readied immediately! We depart in then minutes!", calls out Cregan to a servant, who scurries off.
Both Jace and Baela nod determined and fasten their cloaks.
"No!", the Princess croaks out, jumping out of the chair and gripping the shoulders of her brother. "You're not going! You and Baela both have to return home."
Jace wants to protest, but the grip of his sister on his shoulders only tightens. "Both of you are the future of the Realm. It's my job as the oldest to keep all of you safe. I've done it once before, and I would do it a million times."
Her brother glances at the amethyst in her socket and looks at the ground, taking a step back and dropping his shoulders. The Princess hugs her cousin one last time before running out of the hall, Cregan hot on her heels. He grabs her shoulder and makes her turn to look at him.
"I'm not letting you go on this- this suicide mission on your own. As you said to your brother, you are the future of The North."
"My Lord-", she tries to protest.
"Cregan. Call me Cregan, (Y/n). And one thing you have to know about The North is that we're very stubborn. Now, does your dragon fit two people?"
It makes her laugh as she leads her betrothed to where Vermithor is already saddled up and ready to go. "He's only the second biggest dragon in the world. He was ridden by King Jaehaerys the First." She runs a hand over his neck and rests her head against him. "Please be kind to Cregan, we really need you now."
Vermithor shakes his head in an understanding way and lets the two mount him. He pushes off and with speed, he's gone from Winterfell.
By the time they arrive in King's Landing, the sun has set. The Princess has tried to land Vermithor in a discreet location, but the behemoth is easily spotted by the King's Guards.
Cregan rests his hand on the hilt of his sword as he lets the Princess take the lead. His eyes scan their surroundings as they get led up the stairs and to the prince's apartments.
There, in the middle of the room, stand Aemond with Luke, a knife pressed at the younger's neck as the boy struggles against Aemond's hold.
"Leave us", he tells the guards, and they obey, closing the door behind them.
The single eye of Aemond falls on the Northman protectively trailing behind her, he tightens the grip around the blade. Luke whimpers.
"I'm here, as you wished Aemond. Now let my brother go." Her voice is surprisingly clear and steady for all the feelings that rage through her body.
Aemond cocks his head to the side. "The Wolf wasn't as agreed, my love."
The nickname sickens the Princess.
"There was no agreement. You wanted to see me, and I am here. I kept my promise. Now you."
A humourlessly laugh escapes Aemond's lips. "But did you? You promised yourself to me, and yet here. You. Are." He kicks a glass over to her, and it rolls past her, to Cregan's feet. "Remember your engagement present to me. How you didn't want me alone?"
Cregan picks up the glass and the Princess turns to look at it. It's her eye she gave to the then Queen all those years ago. Aemond had kept it for his own sick delusions.
She grabs the jar and smashes it to the ground. "You sick bastard! I did it to protect my own! And not because some pathetic boy wanted to take something he doesn't own!"
A yelp comes from Luke as Aemond presses the knife deeper into his skin. The younger boy's eyes look at her scarred, tears rolling over his cheeks. He doesn't want to die.
"Silence!", Aemond growls at the boy in his arms, making the latter tremble and crawl at the arm that holds him. "You want your brother? Fine, here he is."
Aemond pushes the boy out of his arms, but not before cutting Luke's throat.
An agonizing scream leaves the lips of the Princess and she drops to the ground, clutching Luke's body in her arms, desperately trying to stop the blood from seeping out of her little brother's neck. "No... no... no... no!", she whimpers, tears falling down in fat dollops.
Behind her, Cregan has drawn his sword and advanced to Aemond, who has his own sword drawn, ready for battle.
The Princess's hands are coated with sticky blood. Luke grabs her hands, "tell mother... tell mother I love her, please. And Jace. And Daemon. A-and you, most of all, my belov-"
Before he can finish his sentence, life slips from his eyes. The Princess gasps for air, shaking her brother desperately. She cries, wails, and begs for the boy to wake up.
Wrath fills her every pore, and she looks up from her brother's corpse in her arms. She reaches for the blade not far dispensed from them and grabs it.
She stands up, a murderous glint in her eye and blood on her dress. With a cry, she advances towards the two sword-fighting men and weaves between them. She managed to push Cregan away before plunging the blade into Aemond's only remaining eye and twisting it deeply.
In a twisted way, she mirrors the former Queen that night. Ready to take justice when the world won't give it to her.
The prince staggers back and falls to the ground. He claws at the knife in his face. But the Princess climbs on top of him and reaches for his neck, squeezing shut his windpipe.
Aemond tries to fight her off, but the rapid blood loss and his air supply being cut off makes him weak.
She screams through her tears and lifts him up, before bringing his head down to the ground. Time after time after time. At one point Aemond stops moving, but the Princess is blinded by rage that she keeps bashing his head to the ground.
Cregan grabs her and pulls her off the lifeless body of the prince. She screams, trashes, and sobs in his arms. The guards are slamming against the doors, but Cregan managed to lock them so they can't get in.
"We have to leave, (Y/n)... If they catch us they will murder us."
But she shakes her head, getting up and walking towards the corpse of the one-eyed prince. "No, I have to do something first."
She grabs one of the swords that lay on the ground and lifts it above her head. In one blow, Aemond's head is separated from his body. "Take Luke and go to Vermithor. If I have not returned in half an hour, leave. Make sure he gets a proper dragon rider's burial."
Without a word, Cregan does what she asks of him and grabs the boy's body in his arms and hurries out of a side door, easily bypassing the guards.
Princess (Y/n) Velaryon grabs Aemond's head by his hair ─ the knife still in his head ─ and with the other, she drags the sword over the ground.
Once she opens the doors, the guards spill in but all stop shocked when they see the Princess, covered in blood and carrying the head of a prince.
She begins the track to the former Queen's apartments and nobody dares to stop her, seeing the true fury of a dragon.
The doors get kicked open and the former Queen jumps up from her couch, where she sits with her daughter. The One-eyed Princess throws the head of Aemond on the former Queen's feet. The woman looks mortified, while Helaena lets out a scream.
"A green-coloured brother for a black allied son, Alicent Hightower. Bent the knee to the true Queen of end up like your son." She points the sword at the elder woman, who still looks with wide eyes and trembling hands at her son's lifeless head, both eyes now gone.
"You... YOU MONSTER!, she screams, dropping to the ground. Helaena is scared, it can be smelled from a mile away. And the Princess revels in it.
"I take that as a 'no' then, what a pity." With that, the Princess turns around and makes her way out of the Keep, the cries of the former Queen filling her ears.
Once she reaches Cregan, he looks relieved. He rushes towards her to check her over. "Are you okay? You're not wounded, are you?"
The Princess shakes her head. "No, I'm okay. Physhicall."
They both mount Vermithor but instead of flying home, the large dragon circles above the Red Keep. "Dracarys!", the Princess yells and Vermithor opens its beak, setting the castle and surrounding houses ablaze. He circles around a couple more times, filling the streets with deadly fire before departing for Dragonstone.
When the land, the Queen is already anxiously standing in the Dragon pit. Cregan and the Princess drop from the back of Vermithor and somberly present Lucaerys' corpse.
"I tried, my Queen. I really did. But Aemond was set on revenge. And I took my own."
Her mother looks up, eyes mortified. "What did you do?" The cold look in her daughter's eye scares the Queen.
"I burned them down. Every. Last. One of them."
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how they hold you x HoTD men
i saw these photosets and could NOT refuse! so here are the HoTD men and how (i imagine) they would hold you
included: aemond, daemon, jacaerys, aegon, criston cole, harwin strong
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Hi! Could I please request another threesome with Cregan, reader and Jace. Maybe they get jealous when they see reader with another men and want to teach her a lesson? Thank you and love your blog!
i get drunk on jealousy.
Modern!AU — After they've ignored you for a week, you were desperate to have their attention back. Flirting with a random guy might not be the best idea.
MASTERLIST
PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.
TAGS — polyrelationship/polyamorous, m/m/f, smut (p in v, clit play, handjob, oral sex, creampie, spitting, cum eating, male on male action), jace x cregan, use of alcohol and drugs, kind of drunk sex, dom!cregan, switch!jace, sub!reader, jealousy, cursing. If something is missing let me know!!
AUTHOR'S NOTE — Don't expect so much of this fic, I saw this picture, I saw a vision, and basically my horniness wrote this by itself. Not my best work, but fuck it, this is just for fun. Also, this made me realize that I'm unable to write dom!Jace if Cregan is there too, oops??? I guess??? NO BETA, WE DIE LIKE MEN.
I took this request as an excuse to write this fic so... thank you for sending it and hope you enjoy this!🤍
WORD COUNT — 3.1k
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤenglish is not my first language.
Most people on Campus knew about your strange relationship with Cregan and Jacaerys. Some guys would often call you a whore behind your back, while some girls would prefer the term ‘lucky bitch’; it was no secret that the both of them were quite known for being handsome and gallant, almost acting like real life prince-charmings. Every girl would drool for them, acknowledging their chivalry and politeness. Of course, they already knew about the attention that they received from the opposite sex, they knew about how many girls would love to be in your position. Which is why they didn't understand why you were so eager to act like a brat.
Jace tapped Cregan's shoulder as he saw you chatting with some random guy that suddenly appeared next to you on the couch. Neither of them had seen him before, he was probably a freshman or someone that sneaked into the party without invitation. Both pairs of eyes were intently staring at you, watching every move you make. They knew you weren't oblivious enough to not see it; he was obviously flirting with you, and you were clearly enjoying every moment of it. Jacaerys, being the most jealous out of the three of you, tightened his grip around his bottle of beer, his fingertips turning white as Cregan turned to look at him.
“Don't do anything stupid,” he warned him. “She'll deal with us later.”
“But look at her!” Jace snapped, his breathing ragged.
“She's doing it to piss us off,” Cregan attempted to calm him down. “She won't do anything with that guy. Just wait until the party's over and we'll take care of it, okay?”
He looked at him, obediently nodding as he took a long sil out of his beer to calm down a bit. Jace forbade himself to turn your way, ignoring your desperate attempt to make them jealous. Cregan, being a lot less hotheaded than Jace, acted nonchalantly toward your attitude, pretending you were doing nothing wrong, even when he wanted to grab your arm and take you right in that couch just to clarify that you belong to them.
Cregan knew your purpose, you both had spoken about it earlier that day after one of your classes together. They both have been ignoring you, neglecting your needs and spending more time alone — without you. At first you didn't mind it, thinking that they were busy with the final exams and their final projects of the semester; however, when you knew they were using all that time to plan this stupid party you got pissed, almost screaming at him in the middle of the campus, frustrated. Now here you were, sitting with a freshman trying to get in your pants, all while they were still ignoring you.
Both guys spent the rest of the night drinking, playing some games with other members of the fraternity and having a blast while you were standing in a corner, alone and bored; your two lovers out of your sight. Perhaps that was why you couldn't see Jace searching for you everytime he could, unable to control the jealousy that had grown within him. He couldn't find you anywhere around, which made his mind overthink about where you were, and with whom. Cregan would try to calm him down, offering him his blunt which Jace would accept in order to relax.
Hours passed, it was 4am when the music stopped and everyone passed out in random parts of the fraternity house. Cregan and Jace were stumbling their way up to their dorm, the effects of the alcohol still lingering in their bodies as they struggled to reach for their room. They both were holding onto each other until they opened the door and saw you standing in front of the mirror, wiping off your make up and getting ready to sleep. They noticed you had moved their beds together, making a bigger one as you usually do whenever you stayed with them.
They entered the room in silence, and while Cregan was closing the door and turning the lock, Jace stood closer to you almost drooling once he saw you were wearing one of his shirts. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hid his face on the crock of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over your skin and completely forgetting about the fact that he was supposed to be ignoring you.
“You're so fucking weak, Jace,” Cregan scolded him, removing his shoes and shirt, getting ready to bed.
You turned to look at the eldest guy, who just ignored your intense gaze.
“You're mad?” you dared to ask.
“We both are, actually,” Jacaerys murmured against your skin.
“And why would you be mad? I should be the angry one!”
“Oh, really?” Cregan finally turned, stepping closer to you. “Why is that?”
“You know why! We talked about this and you decided to keep ignoring me!”
Stark laughed dryly, his gray eyes getting darker as he narrowed them. “Is that why you've been acting like a fucking whore tonight? Trying to get into a freshman's pants to get our attention. Fucking pathetic.” He took a step close enough to grab your jaw and force you to look at him. You tried to squirm away from him, but Jace's arms tightened their grip around your body, and you had no escape. “Jace couldn't even enjoy the fucking party because he thought you were sucking another guy's cock. You think that's fair? To make him feel like shit the entire night because you were just needy of attention?”
“I- I didn't-”
“You broke my heart tonight, sweetheart,” Jace whispered in your ear as his fingers reached the hem of your shirt. “You need to pay for what you've done…”
“I'm- I'm sorry, I never meant to-”
“It seems like you need a lesson,” Cregan interrupted you, tightening his grip on your face and making you whine. “Something to remind you that you belong to us.”
Jacaerys' hand cupping your core with one of his hands, burying his fingers between your folds and covering them with your growing slick. He giggled, “she's not wearing panties…” he informed, smiling up at Cregan who clenched his jaw.
“Get her on her knees,” he commanded, and the youngest obeyed immediately, letting you go from his firm grip.
You fell to your knees, scratching them with the raspy carpet beneath you. Jace removed his shirt as Cregan started to unbutton his pants until they pooled around his ankles along with his underwear. You whimpered once you saw his cock starting to get hard under your haze, your mouth watering as you leaned towards his side.
“Get on the bed,” he pointed at Jace. You tried to stand up and follow the instructions too, yet he stopped you by gripping the front of your head and pulling it back. “Not you,” he sternly said. “Open up.”
Obediently, you did as you were told, opening your mouth and letting him press his tip on your tongue. He gave it a few taps, teasing before ge finally decided to start fucking your mouth. Cregan grabbed the sides of your head to keep you still in your position, and his hips started to snap against your throat without further warning. You found stability when you placed your cold hands on his thighs, grasping onto them so you wouldn't lose balance as he had no mercy with you.
You looked up teary eyed, gagging and gulping loudly as you heard his moans slipping out of his plump lips. The small eye contact suddenly became too much for him, so he leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. “Such a delicious mouth,” he praised you, “taking my cock so fucking well.”
His grip around your head started to hurt a bit, his fingertips burying in you as he fastened his pace. It wasn't hard for you to become a mess; your own drool was falling down the corners of your lips as you cried out, your whines being muffled by him inside your mouth, and your slick already starting to leak out of you. Your arousal only grew once he buried himself completely in your mouth, grabbed the back of your head and forced you to stay there for a few seconds, with his length fully sheathed in your throat. Your nose brushed against his pelvis as the air started to escape from your lungs.
“Come on now, baby,” he murmured with a strained voice, feeling his cock pulsing inside your mouth. “Take it… take it all…”
He chuckled softly as you started to tap on his thigh, and he quickly let you go. You gasped once he pulled out of your mouth, gasping for the air your lungs desperately needed. He moaned softly once he saw you; tears on your face, drool falling down your swollen lips — you looked so pretty he even thought about letting you go unpunished and just please you, but then he turned to see Jace; his cock was achingly hard, his ruddy tip leaking as he desperately fucked his fist; he had been so good to you, and you made him feel so bad throughout the night; he deserved a reward, and you deserved a punishment.
Before you could react, Cregan grabbed your body with ease, lifting you up from the ground and carelessly carrying you towards the bed. You moaned with his touch, so needy of him that even his roughness made you squirm out of pleasure. He moved your body around as if you were a ragdoll, shifting your position in bed until you were sitting on top of Jace's pelvis, his cock right between your legs. For a second you thought it was finally the time for them to fuck you, but you were so wrong.
“Grab her hips,” he commanded, using that mandatory tone that drove you and Jace insane. “Don't let her move.”
He positioned himself between the boy's legs, leaving you more confused than before. “What- what are you-?”
“I'm teaching you a lesson,” he stopped you before you could finish your question. “You'll see what happens when you behave and when you don't.”
You saw him leaning down, his plump lips wrapping the tip of Jace's cock and making him squirm beneath your body. Your mouth dropped as you looked at Cregan taking him entirely, his haze fixed in you as the frustration in your body grew even more. The youngest had his nails buried in the flesh of your hips, you heard him moan so prettily that you could even feel the slick oozing out of you, even when you were untouched. It was such a sinful image to witness, especially when Cregan's eyes became teary once he gagged around Jace.
“Oh, fuck…” you mumbled, tears of despair gathering in your eyes as your breathing became ragged. “P-please touch me…”
Jace's hand attempted to reach for your throbbing clit, but the older grabbed his hand and pushed it away. “I'll stop if you touch her,” he warned him. All you could do was cry out.
Cregan's ragged breathing would reach your folds, causing shivers all over your spine. You would try to move your hips to at least rub yourself against Jace's skin, but he didn't allow it, holding you down so tightly that you were certain it would leave a bruise.
The moans turned into whines as Jace started to quickly feel the orgasm coming. His skin was burning as Cregan fervently sucked on his tip, using his tongue to clean up the precum spilling from his slit. Whenever you would cry out or move on top of him he would feel closer to the edge, his body burning inside. “I'm so fucking close, baby,” he whimpered, “keep sucking my cock, I'm- I'm gonna fucking cum… f-fuuck.”
You saw Cregan hollowing his cheeks, milking Jace dry as he came inside his mouth. Drops of the pearly seed escaped from his lips and you felt the need to lick them both clean. You needed a taste, anything that would make you feel some kind of relief.
He sat back up, and as soon as he laid his hazy eyes on you, he grabbed your neck pulling you closer towards him. As if it was a reflex, you opened your mouth while you stared at him through your glossy eyes. He let his spit fall onto your mouth, to then pull you close and fervently kiss you. The salty taste of Jace's release lingered in your mouths as you devoured each other, you would whine against his lips, still sobbing as your pussy was already aching for the lack of attention.
That's when the boy beneath you wrapped you between his arms, forcing you to lay on top of his chest. He didn't even let you catch a break before you felt his cock slowly making his way inside of you, and you gasped out of relief. He stretched you out, providing you with that sweet sting of pain that drove you insane. His hands grabbed your thighs, folding you in half as he started to thrust upwards.
“Don't ever forget who you belong to,” he grunted against your ear as you struggled to keep it quiet. Probably the whole house knew what you were doing, and maybe that was their purpose all along. “You're fucking ours, baby. This tight pussy belongs to us, do you hear me?”
Cregan's hand fell hard on your throbbing clit as you remained silent. A whine left your lips as Jace kept bullying your gummy, wet walls with his girth.
“Answer him,” he demanded, getting closer to you and placing his leaking cock on top of your swollen pearl. You felt the room spinning.
“Yes! Yes! I'm- fuck… I'm fucking yours,” you sobbed.
The whole situation became overwhelming, while one was burying himself in the deepest part of you, the other was rubbing himself on your sensitive flesh, searching for his own release as he wrapped his hand around your throat.
“Fuck, you're fucking squeezing me so tight, baby,” Jace moaned, breathlessly as he felt the mixture of your slick falling down his sack. The lewd sounds of your folds getting stretched by his thickness almost making him cum again. “So fuckin delicious…”
“We've just started and we already fucked her silly,” Cregan chuckled. “She's a fucking mess for us…”
A layer of sweat covered your body; you felt the blood burning inside your veins, the orgasm approaching you embarrassingly fast as they were stimulating your senses. Your eyes rolled back, the desperate pleads slipping out of your lips as you were begging them to make you cum. You were shaking, your face covered in tears as the moans were ripped out of your throat.
“So loud,” the older teased you, “gonna wake up the whole fucking house…”
“I- I need to… please, I need to cum!”
Cregan leaned towards you, and Jace instinctively fastened his pace, burying himself deeper and harder; you had a hard time thinking straight as the older’s hands tightened around your neck. “Ow, poor girl, wants to cum. I don't think you deserve it.”
“P-please, Cregan…”
“Work for it,” he demanded. “Make Jace cum and then you're free to do it too.”
Almost as if it was an instinct, you started to move your hips up and down Jace's cock, making the thrusts more intense and deeper. The younger moaned loudly, already feeling overstimulated by your movements and feeling his sack heavy with a new load of his release. He thought about how pretty you would look with your legs spreaded and his seed falling from your weeping hole; that image alone almost made him peak right in the spot.
“Jacey, please!” you whined, already growing tired. “Please, please, cum in me!”
“Want me to fill your pretty cunny, baby? Mhm? Want my cum inside of you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes as your walls clenched with his filthy words.
“Yes… yes, please… give it to me, please…”
As a spectator, Cregan groaned loudly, quickly rubbing his hands around his shaft with his eyes fixed in the way Jace was filling you up, bewitched by that bulge in your belly that grew each time that he would bury himself deep inside of you, touching your sweet spot over and over until your head feel dizzy and all that left your mouth were incoherent mumbling.
“I can't… I can't hold it…” you sobbed.
“Come on, baby, I'm so fucking close, just wait for me,” Jace whimpered, his movements getting more desperate and sloppier.
“I can't! I can't! F-fuck…”
Everything came to a breaking point once your release gushed out of you, spurring all over them and making a complete mess. Neither of them could hold back after such an obscene view in front of them, and they were quick to follow. Jacaerys finally spilled himself in you, his seed painting your walls and filling you to the brim. Lastly, Cregan stained your shirt and flesh with his pearly drops, moaning so beautifully that it made you feel butterflies in your belly.
You hissed when Jace pulled out of you, feeling your legs shake while Cregan struggled to stand up from the bed and looking for something to clean you up while you laid against the younger’s body, who softly wiped the tears out of your face.
“Shh… it's okay, you did so good for us, my love,” he cooes, so gently. “So, so good.”
“I'm- I'm sorry,” you mumbled while Cregan returned to your side with a towel in his hand. With soft brushes he started to clean your thighs, your belly and the raw flesh between your legs. “I- I never meant to make you two feel bad… I was- I was being so selfish-”
“Hey,” Cregan stopped you, holding your face with gentleness; so different from his previous touch. “It's already behind us, okay?”
Once he finished cleaning you up, your body fell into Jace's embrace as he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you closer to him and cuddling with you. He hid his face on the crook of your neck and softly hummed when the remains of your sweet perfume reached his nose.
“We love you so much,” he whispered, “please, don't ever do that to us again…”
You grabbed your face only to see his puppy, brown eyes. A gentle, soft kiss was shared as you felt Cregan laying down behind you and fondling your body, soon you three had your limbs tangled as you kissed and caressed each other without shame. Loving touches that relaxed all of you.
“I'm sorry,” you whispered again to the both of them. “I'll never do that again.”
“Do you promise?” Cregan asked.
“I promise,” you softly nodded.
The Northern boy leaned to leave a soft kiss on your cheek, you both shared a gentle smile which let you know that the anger that was once within him was now fully gone.
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THE HIGHEST TOWER (1/2)
Summary: As a Princess of the Realm the chance to escape political marriage and abscond with your Promised was beyond anything you could wish for. When the time is right, your dragon will lead you to them and your mother will support your union. In return, you must do all you can to protect her claim, even if you must do so from within the very heart of the Greens.
Soulmate AU: Your animal familiar leads you to your soulmate.
Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader (eventual), Aemond Targaryen x Reader (mentioned)
Word Count: 4296
Warnings: Canon typical warnings, swearing, just general character awfulness, some espionage, canon divergence, my first time writing for hotd.
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You had lived the better part of eight and ten years in the Red Keep. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen handed off to the Queen like some paltry trinket. The King’s first and final word on the matter of his granddaughter. Thrust carelessly into Alicent’s care at the fresh age of ten, a peace offering and a trade for Lucerys’ life. You scarcely remembered life beyond the borders of the castle. Only that one moment your brother's life had been under threat and the next yours was all but forfeit.
Your mother had clasped the back of your neck, pulled you toward her and begged her father for mercy. You who had not even been in the room when Aemond had lost his eye, lost to your own midnight flight atop dragon back. And then the curtain of Rhaneyra’s hair parted, and from over her shoulder Daemon met your eyes. For a single poignant moment, he stared and then a smirk broke across his face as if he knew.
Knew that you were not the innocent that your mother would have the King believe you to be. Knew that your midnight rendezvous with your dragon at the exact moment of Vhagar’s claiming was not mere coincidence. Your intentions had been innocent at first. A trip to the kitchen for a cup of milk which you would warm on the stove – a feat the late Sir Harwin Strong had taught you. Past your brothers’ room, your mother’s room, the servants' quarters and a balcony overlooking the beach. And then you had seen him. Aemond scaling your cousin’s dragon. And that just wouldn’t do.
Targaryens – true Targaryens who did not cower under the cover of darkness – needed their dragons if they had any hope of finding their Promised. Your cousin, Baela who always shared her sweets and let you borrow her wooden sword, deserved the chance to meet her Promised in the wake of her mother’s death. The man or woman that Vhagar would lead her to when the Old Gods saw fit. In the game of thrones when Targearyens already found so few chances for happiness, how could Aemond strip his cousin of her chance at true love? True, as an eldest daughter Baela’s future husband was most certainly decided – likely one of your brothers. But you were certain that Jacaerys or Lucerys would be understanding and gracious when the time came for Baela to claim her Promised, as she would be when the time came for her Lord-Husband. Such was the way of things. At least for the lucky.
Imagining your dragon, Laesuvion, claimed by another and leaving you with no guide to your Gods-given Promised made you feel ill. And so, you set out on bare, hurried feet to find and mount Laesuvion. You were a Targaryen born of the blood of dragons, of true Valyrian features. Vhagar was your cousin’s dragon by right and it was your duty to protect that claim. She was a formidable, indomitable beast but shackled with a new rider on his first flight. If you had one chance to disrupt the yet fragile bond being formed by dragon and rider, it was to dislodge the green boy and send him toppling toward the sea.
Laesuvion had hatched for you in your cradle. He was much younger and smaller than Vhagar but all the faster. It would be no trouble to fell your traitorous cousin. The difficulty became disguising the shock of white scales along the elongated arch of Laesuvion’s neck whilst searching for Vhagar’s camouflaged breadth.
“Aderī Laesuvion. Dokimarvose.” (Quickly Laesuvion. Focus.) You urged him.
Despite your efforts, you only caught sight of them twice. Once among the clouds, though you were sure Aemond got a greater view of you than you did him. And again, as Vhagar was returning to land Driftmark. Your hunt had been unsuccessful. But you had been sure no one would suspect you of such vengeful intent toward your uncle. Except perhaps Daemon.
“It is a fair price, Rhaenyra,” Daemon’s smirk was cunning, “They will not harm her.”
The betrayal on your mother's face heated your blood. How dare he tell her what to do? Your mother, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the iron throne. This man who was no one, husband of no one, Prince of nowhere, heir of nothing. Who was he to command your mother? And now, to step toward you and attempt to pry you away from her. So close you could almost-
Almost hear the two of them whispering. To each other. To you.
“Think.” Daemon hissed, “They will demand her for Aemond sooner or later.”
“She is my only daughter.”
“She will still be your daughter in the Red Keep.” He kept up the pretence of fighting your mother, despite her arms having gone lax around you. “Not a bastard. Not a bargaining chip. Your daughter. At the heart of the greens.”
“She is a child.”
“A Targaryen child.”
“She is my child.”
“Then let her prove it.”
“Mother,” You warbled. “I don’t want to go.”
“Tala.” Daemon shifted, and his eyes met yours again as if you should know this word. You did not. “You will go. Make your mother proud. Learn at court. Find those who support her claim and those who will side with the Hightowers. You are weak and a girl, they will not suspect you. When the time comes you will be our most valuable weapon.”
“But I want to go home, Kepa.” (Father or paternal uncle)
“Oh, my sweet girl.” Rhaenyra held your face and brushed away your tears. “You will.”
“’Nyra.” Daemon warned.
“But not today.” She kissed each of your cheeks. “Today you must be strong for me. You must be strong for your brothers. You must do as Daemon says, we must keep them happy.”
And then your mother pulled you toward her firmly, pressed her lips to your ear and whispered a promise. A reward should you embark on this mission. Beyond sweets and silk dresses and extra time on Laesuvion. Beyond anything you had ever been promised or ever dreamed of asking for. Do this for your mother and she would exempt you from the chains of political marriage that would shackle each of your brothers. There was no guarantee you would be lucky like your brothers, married to one who would understand. But do this and you could have your Promised under the eyes of the Seven, the Old Gods, and the traditions of old Valyria itself. Even at 10, you knew that for a Princess and a second-born, there was no greater boon.
So, you did what you had to do for your one shot to truly be with your Promised. You squared your shoulders, kissed your mother's cheek, and stumbled toward Queen Alicent. She gripped you by the shoulder, tucked you into the folds of her skirt, and stared cruelly down her nose at your mother.
“Now I will have no more fighting.” Said the King and having satisfied his wife for the first time in their long marriage, he ambled off to bed.
As the crowd dispersed, Sir Criston Cole flanked the Queen and as a unit, the three of you marched from the room. Your mother, scarcely held together in Daemon’s embrace, gave one last warbling cry as you passed the threshold and disappeared, not to be seen again for nine long years.
You were kept that night in the Queen’s own quarters to thwart rescue or escape. Behind a bolted door and no less than three kings’ guards. And yet, that morning, upon waking with puffy eyes from silent tears and aching limbs from the harsh sitting room sofa, you found something that had not been there before.
A gift from Daemond, most assuredly, tucked under the pillow you had slept on. The handle was perhaps an inch too long for your small age, but the blade was curved and wicked sharp and would require little finesse to cause harm. Inlaid in the pommel was a single ruby, the size of your thumb and wonderfully smooth. Carved into the cross-guard flowing Valyrian script read valar morghūlis. (All men must die.)
You would call the dagger gaomilaksir, duty. You would carry it as a reminder of the promises you and your mother had made one another. One day, as Daemon had said, you would become her greatest weapon.
There had been few bright spots in your life as the Queen’s ward. So, few in fact, that you could count them on one hand.
One.
You could not fly. Such a thing would only encourage escape back to Dragonstone and your mother. But you could visit Laesuvion and watch him sweep through the clouds. He had grown much in your teenage years. Still lithe in build and elegant in frame, but more angular like an arrow strung tight. He did not take to Kings Landing, not in all your years trapped there. So used to the comfort of Dragonstone and your family’s own dragons, he often abandoned the Dragonpit entirely. Kept tethered to the Keep by your presence alone.
“Where is Laesuvion?” You were just shy of ten and two when you approached the Dragonkeeper Acolyte.
“Hunting, my lady.” He knocked his quarterstaff against the ground. “He flew north not three hours ago.”
“Do you not offer him food?”
The keeper lowered his head, “He refuses it, my lady.”
“Offer him better.”
“We give him our very best, lady. He is a magnificent but stubborn creature.”
“He is a dragon, not a creature.” You conjured up a playful grin. “And I am a princess, not a lady.”
“Of course, Your Highness,” The Acolyte blustered, “Shall I inform you upon his return?”
“That won’t be necessary,” You strode to his side and plunked yourself down to lean against the stone entrance. “I shall wait for his return here.”
And so, you did. Silently, for the better part of twenty minutes as the Acolyte threw furtive glances your way.
Until finally, “Truly, my lady. Your Highness. He could be hours still.”
Wonderful. You thought and cast a dazzling grin up at him. “Perhaps you ought to keep me better company then.”
And so, you began your mission. You charm the Dragonkeepers – Acolyte and Elder, all seventy-seven of them – who knew the princes and their dragons, their strengths and weaknesses. You befriend the maids, the scullery, the wet nurses, and the servants they bunk with. Piece by piece, inch by inch, you win back your mother's share of Kings Landing.
Two.
Strange though she was, your Aunt Heleana always welcomed you into her chambers. In your shared youth, she always had a critter clutched between her hands as if it were the most precious thing she owned. You are four and ten, a year younger than your aunt when she is forced to split her time between her menagerie of insects and the chubby masses of her twin babes.
“The young prince has lungs,” You smiled at Heleana as the wet nurse rocked a wailing Jaehaerys. “He will make glorious speeches when he is grown.”
“Only one.” She examined the creature in her hands. Today she favoured a centipede, passing Jaehaera onto you.
You had long since learned to ignore her ramblings, “The sweet Princess must be the wordsmith, then.”
“The fourth in an age.” Heleana startled as if only just noticing your presence. “Apologies, Hāedar. You wished to speak?” (Younger female sibling or cousin)
“No apologies necessary, Mandia.” (Older female sibling or cousin). The Valyrian word tasted foul. You had your own siblings on Dragonstone, those whom you had been stolen from and those whom you had yet to meet. But Heleana liked it when you pretended that you were not a prisoner, that you were her mother’s daughter and not her forcibly attained ward. And so you swallowed it with a smile, “Might we talk privately?”
Heleana startled again as she turned to the wet nurse. “Take the children to the nursery, Bria.”
“Of course, Your Highness.” Bria gave an awkward curtsy, shuffled the still-wailing Jaehaerys to one side and received Jaehaera from your arms. Heleana turned to you expectantly as the trio disappeared through a side door.
“It is a sensitive matter I am afraid,” You eyed the centipede as it escaped her hands and crawled across her skirts. “I do not wish to cause offence.”
Heleana’s eyes pinched at the corners, “It is not such a terrible burden – to be a wife. Mostly he ignores you.”
“You misunderstand me,” You hurried. “I only wished to speak of your grandfather.”
“Not my brother?”
“Do you wish to speak of your husband?”
“No,” Heleana gave you a quizzical look. “I speak of Aemond, who will be your husband.”
“Aemond?” Your uncle who’s selfishness had trapped you here. One of Alicent’s precious children married to her living doll. The thought would have been hysterical were it not so frightening. Surely not.
“It is the natural progression of things. I was given to Aegon and now you to Aemond.” Heleana’s attention returned to the centipede. “One pairing to strengthen our house, another to mend its bonds. So says grandfather.”
“Oh Mandia. I am entrusted to your mother. There need be no marriage to bring me into the fold. We are family.”
“Yes. So says mother.” Heleana stared. Not so blind as she seemed. “But grandfather always gets what he wants.”
And so, you are four years into your mission, having sat patiently by the Queen's side. Having listened and learned and noted those your mother can count on. Four years in and the time to begin quietly making moves had arrived with a head start from your oblivious Aunt.
But then you see the centipede crawl from her hands again and writhe across her skirt. And you think maybe Heleana’s warnings have more to do with where the critter is trying to lead her than it has to do with you.
Three.
It took you longer than you would like to admit to worm your way into Otto Hightower’s confidences – if there were such a thing.
You had quickly learned in your first year at the Keep that Alicent feared her father, distrustful of his greed and power lust. Not much unlike yourself, she had been sent into the greedy hands of a different house in pursuit of the Iron Throne. Were Otto not so blinded by his ambitions you might have begun to worry that Daemon’s strategy might ring familiar. But Lord Hightower’s strength was also his greatest weakness. So careful in his scheming, gently coaxing his will unto others, moving his pawns about the board, sacrificing all but himself, he could not see his tactics turned against him. Beyond your connection to Rhaenyra, you barely registered as a piece in the game.
Daemon had been right. Weak and a girl and not a threat. Not yet.
So, you worked tirelessly to endear yourself to Alicent. Just as you learned from her, you began to teach in turn. When you are in the room Otto Hightower dares not spin his lies about succession. When you appear around corners in search of your Queen-mother talk of hastening the king's condition ceases. When you are near, Alicent is safe. She begins to wear you like the expensive accessory you are, a decorative shield.
Hours trailing your Queen-mother to and from meetings of the small council, waiting patiently at her side as she sat in place of the King. Serving wine to fat and foolish lords.
And then finally, on the eve of your ten and fifth nameday, the Queen brings you along to the Hand's Tower.
“Father.” She greets.
“Alicent,” Otto brings you to his office, where a tea set for two lays steaming. “I see you have brought your shadow.”
The Queen barely glances your way as you serve her tea and then her father’s, before retreating to stand at her shoulder. She glares across her father’s desk, “This does concern her.”
“She is approaching her fifteenth year, two since her first blood. Time has well arrived for her to marry,” He stares directly at you then, “Have you any fondness for your uncle, Princess?”
“My lord, the Princes and I are often kept busy by our duties.” Your friends among the servants have divulged their schedules. You stay firmly away from drunken Aegon and selfish Aemond, remaining civil only with young Daeron.
“You must see reason.” Alicent implores her father. “They hold no affection for one another. Aegon and Heleana have already wed in the name of strengthening our family. To marry her would serve only to anger Rhaenyra.”
“And to bind her eldest daughter to us.” Interesting that he would say so openly in front of you. Perhaps you have been more effective in playing a Green than you had thought. “Aemond will be a good husband to her.”
“I have no doubt,” Alicent says and as silence stretches you suspect she is losing conviction; you have not saved her this time.
You clear your throat delicately, “If I may?”
“Of course, sweet pet.” Alicent reaches out to fuss with your hair. She likes it long and keeps its length to your hip despite how cumbersome it can be. Short hair is unbecoming, she claims.
You look to Otto in false deference, “My lord?”
“Very well.”
“I think,” You begin carefully. “Aemond and I may be of better use to you.”
“And how might that be?” He is condescending but you have his attention.
“When the time comes that grandsire passes on, I suspect the lords of the realm will need cause to back a claim to the Iron Throne. My Septa says that peace such as we have seen under his rule may bring unrest. I do not doubt that Aemond will make a fine and just husband. All I mean is that mayhaps it would be wise to keep us unwed until we may serve a greater purpose.”
No mention of your mother nor their ill-begotten plan for Aegon. Hightower's methods played against him.
“And when the time comes you will do this?” He demands.
“It is my duty to my house.”
He tilts his head as a predatory bird might. “You must swear it, to myself and to your Queen, upon your young brothers.”
To pause would mislay your ruse. To hesitate would be to sign your life away to Aemond Targaryen.
“I swear it, upon the lives of my brothers.”
He considered you for a moment, and then his daughter.
“You have done well with her, Alicent.” Your Queen-mother sighs as Otto Hightower stands. “Enjoy your tea, I have matters to attend to elsewhere. Perhaps you will be of more use than we originally suspected, Princess.”
Your first true victory. You will not be shackled to the Keep; you will be kept safe until your mother comes for you. Until such a time that you and Laesuvion can seek out your Promised.
Four.
The Queen held a strange fondness for you. Platinum-haired and purple-eyed, the spitting image of the Realm’s delight and perhaps the only trueborn among your siblings. She took pains to brush and braid your hair, dress you in green and flout you at court. Her perfect tamed Targaryen. Who would eat from her hand, take tea by her side, sit prim and silent as her Queen-mother decorated her. You were her walking-talking glimmering triumph over Rhaenyra.
At ten, Alicent’s obsession stole you from your mother. At ten and four, it protected you from a hasty marriage. And now, at ten and eight, it was your path to freedom.
“Mother?”
Oh, how Alicent loved it when you called her that. One more thing ripped from Rhaenyra’s thieving hands. Alicent pushed into your room with a tired facsimile of a smile and took the seat across from you by the roaring hearth.
“My sweet pet.” She was dressed head to toe in full regalia. “I am so sorry to have missed you today.”
You tucked a piece of scrap paper into the book you had been reading, buying yourself time to school your features into innocent confusion. “As am I. My door has been locked. I am sorry I could not come to you.”
“A precaution – one that I fought.” Alicent reached for your hair, running her fingers through its length. “But we cannot trust you to betray your mother. Regardless of the years you have spent in our care.”
“I do not understand, mother.” But you do.
“Your grandsire is dead.”
You close your eyes, “Aegon is king.”
“Yes.”
“You did not wish for this.”
“I wish Viserys were still a living corpse. That he would outlive us all so that none could claim his cursed throne. Not Aegon. Not Rhaenyra. Not my father.”
“That is not a solution.”
She tugs at your hair harshly, “Foolish pet, there is none.”
You blink harshly. Your eyes scarcely holding back tears. For the first time since you left your mother's embrace, you are truly scared. No longer are you the meek girl who walks in the Queen’s shadow. Given liberties and protection in a twisted echo of her love for Rhaenyra. You are a living embodiment of what House Targaryen will be to House Hightower. A pretty little puppet kept from your dragon, cloistered away like some trophy, scrambling for a scrap of power to delude yourself that you have some control.
“What is to become of our house?” You whisper.
“Your mother and Prince Daemon remain on Dragonstone. No blood has yet been shed.” Alicent brushed your hair softly behind one ear. “We have sent Aemond to Storm’s End to do as you once suggested. To offer himself to one of the Baratheon girls, that Lord Borros might see reason and acknowledge Aegon as rightful King.”
Good, there were those beyond the Keep who remained steadfast and loyal. It was time to return to your mother, then. To tell her all you had learned these last eight years. To name her allies and set Daemon loose upon her foes. Now was the time.
“What of my brothers?”
Alicent leant back, “Scouts have spotted Vermax flying north likely as an envoy to rally support among the lords.”
“How could they have mobilized so quickly? Was Aegon not crowned mere hours ago?”
“He was, indeed.” Alicent’s gazed into the fire. “The Lady Rhaenys was not so welcoming of solitude as you have been.”
“She has gone to Dragonstone?”
“She has.”
“And no one has come for me?”
“They have not.”
For a moment you each stared listlessly into the hearth. When Alicent shifts back to face you, she has a letter clutched in her hand. It is crisp and of fine quality but most strikingly, stamped with the King’s seal.
“I am under no delusions,” Alicent says softly, mournfully. “You can no more contest your mother's claim than I can Aegon’s. We are matching pieces in this game, I think.”
Your fear swells, “Mother.”
“Please, my sweet girl.” She smooths the hair atop your head. “You must do me one last favour as my ward.”
“I don’t understand.”
She presses the letter into your hands. “Jacaerys will fly first to the Vale, to treat with House Arryn and then to Winterfell. You will take this and beat him there. You will do as you swore to do those years ago.”
“I ca–”
“Listen!” She jerked you by your shoulders. “You must listen. You will wed Lord Stark. He is as fine a match as any. The north is loyal to Rhaenyra and will remain steadfast, you will be well treated. You must go, with this missive from the King, his final wish to send you north to snow and safety. In return for your hand, they will take no part in the fighting, they will protect you as their own, until such a time that the victor is crowned. Do you understand me, pet?”
“The King never cared for me.” You said foolishly.
“And yet, with his dying breath, he spoke of you and of Aegon. That you would carry his legacy, that you would see out his dream to the North. That Prince Aegon was Promised to this kingdom. You must believe me. You must do this for your grandsire.”
“I do believe you mother.” She was deluded. “I will do what must be done.”
Alicent has offered you one gilded cage for another. You will not be fool enough to fall into this one. You will find Laesuvion and be gone in the dead of night. You tuck the King’s missive into your book and smile at the Queen.
“Shall we call for tea, mother? You have much to tell me. I hear I have missed a coronation.”
Five.
You shape your fifth and final joy as the Queen Alicent’s Ward whilst escaping her clutches. You take three sharp detours on your path to the Dragonpit. First, to the chamber of the small council where you snatch the King's ball of quartz, you will make a gift of this to your mother. Then to the creche where the Keeper’s turned a blind eye as you pilfered three precious Dragon eggs. Finally, you find yourself ascending the steps of the Lord Hand’s Tower. To take the Dowager Queen from the Greens would be the greatest gift to your mother and her cause. But Alicent, despite her many faults, had been as kind to you as one might be toward a favourite pet. And so you do as a pet would – you do not bite the hand that fed you. Instead, you do both your Queen-mother and the woman that birthed you, a favour. You find Otto Hightower asleep in his study and you pass onto him your final gift from Daemon Targaryen.
You leave gaomilaksir in the heart of Hightower as you flee north, your duty complete.
(Part 2 : The Winter Keep)
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Reaction to you asking for a kiss
Aegon: He smiled and leaned towards you, allowing you to close the distance the same as he does, as he reached out to lay his hands on your waist. As you get closer, he presses his lips to yours softly and tenderly. The passion he holds for you burns brightly and warmly, and he presses his lips more firmly to yours as passion begins to take hold.
Aemond: He'll hold your face in his hands and pull you into a long passionate kiss. He holds you close pulling you into his chest. Making you feel safe in his arms. He then runs his fingers through your hair, down the back of your neck, rubbing your shoulders and caressing your skin. Causing you to shiver.
Jacaerys: His lips curl up into a confident grin, and his dark eyes shift their focus from your face to your lips as he leaned in close. Your noses brush against each other and the warmth of your breathing creates a small cloud of condensation between you. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, the heat of your bodies mingling together as you share this moment of passion. Your lips touch and the world fades away, the only thing that matters is the sensation of your mouths and tongues melding together.
Rhaenyra: "Come here" She'll reply, leaning down to kiss her partner. Your lips lock softly at first. Your tongues twine, exploring one another with passion and ease. Her hands run up and down the curves of your body, enjoying the way you fit against her. Your lips part and you kiss deeply again. This time your lips stay open and your breaths mingle as your tongues explore one another. You'll break apart, both breathless and hungry for more.
Daemon: It depends on how he feels in the moment. If he is just doing it for the sake of doing it, he would feel nothing - no warmth, no rush of endorphins. But if he truly loves you, then he would feel that rush, that warmth, and his body would tingle with every kiss. It is as if your bodies and minds were merged together, and every kiss would be an intoxicating bliss.
Alicent: She pulled you in close and pressed her lips firmly to yours. Your lips respond willingly, meeting hers with passion and warmth. As your tongues gently dance together, she slides her hands between you and pulls your body close against hers as your bodies melt together.
Helena: She would wrap her arms around your waist, bringing herself fully into your embrace. After gazing into your eyes for a moment, she would place her hands gently on your face and lean in slowly, taking care not to make it too sudden. Her hand would hold the nape of your neck as the kiss began, with her fingers sliding through your hair as she brought her lips to meet yours.
Harwin: He would look you in the eyes and wait. He would wait for a couple of seconds, and in those moments, he would take in your beauty. your delicate features, sharp and vibrant, and your soft lips. He would watch your breath slow and still, and he would notice how the air would catch in your throat and then leave in a sigh. And then... He would move in slowly and kiss you. Gently and softly, but with longing and passion.
Cregan: Cregan would probably react by kissing you tenderly, pulling you in close, and wrapping an arm around your hip. He would start off slowly and sensually, then speed up as he felt the desire growing and your responses becoming more passionate. He would tease your lips with his tongue before opening his mouth fully and allowing your tongue to explore his mouth as well. He would make you feel so desired and loved in his embrace, the heat of your bodies filling the air.
Criston: He smiles at you and leans forward, pressing his lips against yours softly. Your tongues intermingle and your breath becomes tangled between you both. Your arms wrap around one another, pulling each other closer. As your lips part you continue to stare into each other's eyes, letting your thoughts and senses intermingle together in a deep connection of passion and understanding. Your heartbeat pulses in sync, a symbol of your eternal love.
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Yan!HOTD CHARACTERS MEETING THEIR SOULMATES
All thanks to @the-mechanical-angel for the idea & credit for prompts to @r-evolve-art
Viserys Targaryen + Meeting soulmate in dream every night
He was always looking forward to his dreams, looking forward to you. Initially, he believed it might have been one of his visions, one that somewhat always involved you. But he came to understand there were more than just visions.
Whether you two were lying in a flower field or strolling along the beach, Viserys loved the conversations and times he shared with you. The moment he opened his eyes in the mornings caused his desire for you to swell with each passing day. In the dreams, he begged you to tell him where you are, willing to sail to the end of the world just to see you.
The intensity increased when he assumed the throne and realized that you were the only person with whom he felt at peace. The king was allegedly never to be awakened from his sleep by the servants. When there came a day, he looked up across the court and saw you. The lord and ladies all stare in surprise as the king leaves his throne to approach you, cradling your face in his hands, becoming teary-eyed.
Rhaenyra Targaryen + Sharing the same injuries as your soulmate
Your father brought you along to the coronation ceremony of King Viserys where named his daughter Rhaenyra as his heir. Your father decided to spend a few days at King’s landing, leaving you free to explore the castle. It’s there you could truly meet the princess and befriended her.
During your many walks together, you trip scraping your knees only to hear the princess wince in pain as she lifts her dress, revealing a scrape on her knee. Could it be. It was expected that your soulmate would be a man.
The princess and you exchange a look before she presses her nail into her knee, making you flinch. This all confirms it. You weren’t sure how she would respond, but you weren’t certainly expecting her to reach for your hand, a smile showing on her eager face. Rhaenyra told your father that you’ll be staying at King’s Landing with her from now on. Her father agrees, happy that his daughter made a new ‘friend’.
Daemon Targaryen + Sharing your soulmate’s emotions
You came to the conclusion your soulmate must be quite a violent person, often feeling their strong emotions-their bloodlust and rage, which left you feeling all the more frustrated. Daemon could feel your frustrations and it left him amused. With you, there was much more happiness in the air. Giving him a taste of what inner peace might be like.
Sitting among your family during the tourney. You felt it. The adrenaline, the unbridled excitement of your soulmate. But this time, the feelings were much stronger that it almost made you feel queasy. It's when the rogue prince comes riding on his horse wearing his black armor, do you make eye contact.
And at that moment, you're sure he knows it's you. Sinking back further into your seat as the rogue prince gives you a smirk. Feeling your chest tighten as his horse got closer to you. His lance is right in front of you and he asks for your favor. And you do it all while he can sense your giddiness. Returning to your seat, you are well aware this isn't the last you'll see of Daemon.
Corlys Velaryon + Soulmate has a constellation that points to where they’re
During his nine sea voyages, Corlys was said to return with countless treasures. Silk, jade, spice, ships, gold and so much more. But upon his return from Essos, he was said to have returned with what he told to be far more valuable than any of his treasure. When he returned, he had a princess by his side—who now is his wife.
Corlys knew what he wanted. And he set out to pursue it. He observed the constellations in the night sky and learned that the brightest one pointed in the direction of where he needed to be. Upon his arrival to your kingdom, the sea snake requested your hand in marriage.
Once he had seen you. It had to be you. Corlys was certain. The sudden beat in his heart. An unseen string tugging him in your direction. And there, he gave you the most extravagant gifts with a ship big enough to carry half of a village, and a dress so plush that it felt sheer. And how could your father refuse upon seeing such devotion.
Rhaenys Targaryen + Touching your soulmate allows you to see glimpses of their future
Soulmates. Seemed like a ridiculous notion to Rhaenys. But perhaps that notion was needed. In this world soulmates rarely cross each other's paths. And if they did, it was not as happily as all those tales portrayed over and over again. But what were the chances she’d meet you on this particular day.
After arriving at King's Landing, you spent some time getting to formally know Rhaenys. Many times, having her over for tea. But once, your hands unintentionally brushed against hers. Rhaenys catches a fleeting glimpse. Her hair blown by the wind. Sensing the touch of another. The aroma of salt and seaweed. When the haze clears, a face so eerily similar is seen.
A cup breaking on the ground rouses her senses. A look of worry on your face. You can't help but ask if she's disappointed. Her expression, however, tells you otherwise.
Laena Velaryon + Sharing the same heart beat
At driftmark, you attended the wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra. The entire ride, your heartbeat has been slightly racing. It continues to bother you, yet you ignore it. As the door opens, it starts pounding rapidly and intensely, almost flopping in your chest.
As you look at Lady Laena, you feel faint and short of breath. It seems she is also struggling, but her expression remains calm that perhaps you are only imagining things. All eyes are on her when she asks you for a dance. When your hand finally touches her, you feel as though you can breathe again. With each passing second, your body becomes more relaxed and at ease.
As the two of you danced, you tried to hide your awe in the face of her breathtaking beauty. When the dancing comes to a close, she whispers in your ear how she would love for you to spend a few days at Driftmark. There was no way you could refuse.
Otto Hightower + Meeting your soulmate after the worst event in your life
As any with common sense, Otto believed the concept of soulmates was utter nonsense. Believed duty to far more proceeds one’s desires and whims. And taking a wife who wasn't his soulmate-whom he loved deeply further solidified his convictions.
But all good things come to an end. Now left with the news of his wife's death. Days after, he still carried out his daily duties. That's when he finally took notice of you; a friend of Rhaenyra and Alicent. As soon you walk away, Otto notices his eyes start to follow.
Moments are spent where he'd ask you of your house or day, and soon the subject shifted to more personal manners. Right then and there, Otto understood his feelings, his gravitation towards you. You must not have known. Envisioning someone much more spirited and youthful. Surprise trickled through you when Otto announces his impending marriage and at the sight of Alicent's expression of betrayal.
Alicent Hightower + Soulmate marks are only visible after touching
In her younger years, Alicent found some solace in the prospect of soulmates, but that all changed when she was made to wed the king. Beginning to scoff at the notion, dismissing it as nothing more than a frivolous dream of little girls.
As she awakens in the morning, a new handmaiden greets her. The queen moves to stand as the handmaiden hastily dresses her. There, she felt fingers graze her skin. An intense stinging pain ran over her body, giving her skin a burning sensation. Holding her wrist. She sees it now. The mark.
A gasp is heard. The handmaiden grasping her own wrist. The implications cause the handmaiden's eyes to enlarge and her mouth to hang open. As they lock eyes, a knife-cutting silence permeates the chambers.
Aegon II Targaryen + A timer for when soulmates shall first meet
As far as Aegon is concerned, he couldn't care less whether he discovered a supposed soulmate—if they even existed in the first place. Looking at his wrist, the timer indicates a decade or possibly longer. And as he grew older, he became more detached to the prospect. Maybe not even his soulmate would have loved the man he came to be.
A day at the feast, however, Aegon's vacant eyes drifted to his wine cup. Where he saw it. His wrist. His head tilted downward, eyes narrowing when seeing the timer rapidly decrease. Has it been that long since he last looked. His wife speaks, but it is all muddled to him. Eyes glued to his wrist, watching it still go down.
He hears more wine being poured into his cup. And then it happens. 0-Inked on his wrist. Finally, Aegon lifts his head at the servant who had stopped pouring his wine, and the prince is met with a horrified look in return.
Helaena Targaryen + Voices in Your Head is your soulmate’s
As with her prophecies, Helaena's claims that she had a voice in her head were ignored. Servants have also claimed the princess is often seen smiling or humming to herself.
With Helaena as your soulmate, you come to find her mind constantly wanders, whether it be the ramblings of the many bugs she found or the cryptic messages. Although initially overstimulating, you've adapted to it. And she didn’t seem to mind when you did the same. Your voice is soothing. Was her response when you'd apologize for your mental babbling.
As long as she could still hear your voice in her head, the princess wasn't too concerned about finding you. But all of that changed when first saw you at her court. Her face softened, and her family had never seen her so delighted. And now, you spend most of your time in her chambers when her husband is away.
Aemond Targaryen + One eye is your natural color, the other is your soulmate’s
It was said the day the prince opened his eyes for the first time, only one violet eye was visible. Clearly seen in the other was his soulmate's eye. His eye will return to its natural color once he meets his soulmate, the master assured his mother. In this world, soulmates hardly ever cross paths. Still, young Aemond caught himself daydreaming about finding you-his other half.
Tragedy struck on the day Aemond claimed Vhagar. Gazing into the mirror with only a violet eye staring back at him. Throughout those years, he was persuaded that he no longer yearned for the dreams he once had. But that day when he first saw you.
There was a momentary expression of surprise. Recognizing the eye he once possessed, the other mirroring his only to return to its natural color. A puzzled look was cast at the one-eyed prince, making him realize you’re oblivious to what had just happened.
Criston Cole + Reflections in the mirrors are the appearances of your soulmate
As a young boy, Criston had placed a mirror that faced his bed, hoping to catch glimpses of you. You had to be the most beautiful creature he ever laid eyes on-his love, his soulmate, his other half. But his chest tightened when he took in your surroundings and the dress you wore. It told him you were much of a higher status-a lady. But the young idealistic Criston still believed the two of you were meant to be. Destined to be like the knights and their pretty ladies in all the tales he had heard.
Even as he matured into a man, Criston always carried a reflection with him at all times. In his pocket, a mirror was safely tucked away. He pulled it out to look at it, and there, in the palm of his hands, was his soulmate—the center of his universe.
So what a coincidence that he was competing in the tournament where your family must be. There, a knight approaches you with a house sigil you've never seen before; asking for your favor. He was quite handsome, and you couldn't help but feel a twinge of giddiness as you gave him a timid smile. When Criston emerged victorious, he requested one final favor. To be your sword shield. And you agreed, unaware of the consequences that would follow.
Harwin Strong + Touching your soulmate causes you to relieve each other’s entire lives
At Harrenhal for the visit, you came with your father. Keeping pace with him as they lead you on a tour throughout the castle. There, you first encountered Harwin and Larys Strong, Lyonel Strong's sons. When it was your turn to greet Larys, you greeted him, and when it was Harwin's turn, he took your hand and gave it a courteous kiss.
Then it took place. All sorts of scenes pop in front of your eyes, one of a baby being born, crawling, taking their first steps, and speaking. Watching him grow into a boy, learning to hunt and wield a sword. Everything comes to a close with you facing the man whose entire life you just saw. For everyone else, it lasted only a few seconds, but for you two, it lasted a lifetime.
With his hand still in yours, Harwin now gazes into your eyes. A gaze of longing. When your father asks what's the matter, you pull your hand away from his, reassuring him that it's nothing. Lionel gives you a knowing look. His son certainly won't allow you to leave after this.
Jacaerys Velaryon + Soulmate’s name on each other’s wrist
On his wrists, read your name. The prospect excited Jace. The idea of unwavering love, being one's other half. He'd study with the Septon intending to learn of other houses, asking them of their daughters. Perhaps he'd find you among them. Only to be left disappointed when your name was never mentioned.
Still, he remains hopeful. He knew his time was limited and that by now he must be betrothed. It's when his arrival at King's landing, did he hear something that perks up his ear as he walks across the hallways. Your name being uttered. Spoken by one of the servants. The said servants are taken aback when Jace approaches them like a madman, asking of the name. One of the servants steps forward. It's you.
The other servants are to leave, leaving just you and him. Reaching for your hand, he sees a cloth wrapped around your wrist. Removing it, he exhales heavily upon discovering his name inked on your skin. It's you. At last, he found you.
Cregan Stark + See color for the first time when you meet
The wolf of the north never bothered himself with the idea of seeking out a soul mate. More important than love or desire were one's duties. He has long since come to terms with the fact that the world he lived in will always be a shade of gray. When the princess and her brother, Jacaerys Velaryon, arrived on a dragon back.
Cregan’s protracted silence was recognized by everyone in the room. Wide eyes are fixed on the princess and she shares his expression. Colors suddenly flood into their world, and the two are suddenly overcome by the sensations that flooded their minds.
As she and her brother explain their arrival to the situation, the princess's voice is shaking as she still hasn't fully recovered from her recent overstimulation. There’s also a slight waver in Cregan’s voice as he speaks. As he pledged to fight for them, the princess swears she saw his eyes soften for a brief moment.
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Oppy my baby,can you please please please take in consideration to write something about my man Cregan Stark?🥺🥺
⊹˚₊only you could have called me back home
Cregan Stark x fem!reader
-Summary:reader is from house Manderly and she meets Cregan when they are kids,during his stay at her house she reads him a book about mermaids to help him sleep during a storm.Years later he does the same thing for their children.
-I finally gave in and decided to try.This is the first time that I write for Cregan,even though i love him very much and i can’t wait to see him(I pictured in my mind Tom Taylor)so forgive me if this sucks.
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It was night,late evening.
The sky,which was usually a dark blue,was covered by a thick blanket of gray clouds that made the stars and that moon disappear,which were supposed to illuminate New Castle of White Harbor.The blue blazon with the green merman holding a trident,symbolizing House Manderly,was dancing in the wind.
A little girl,who seemed to be not older than eight years old,was observing the world and that summer storm,one of many she had seen in just a month.Sitting in her chamber,on the carpet in front of the window that brought into that small balcony,curled up and with her arms hugging her legs,she let her eyes get lost in counting the thousands of droplets that rested on that sheet of glass.
She began to stare at a drop of rain,trying to see it flow along the entire length of the window.But this one soon disappeared,bursting into smaller droplets or joining others.
For Lady Y/n Manderly,the rain made everything so fascinating.
She came closer to the glass,almost squashing her face against the door-windows and waiting for a thunder to arrive.She had never been afraid of thunderstorms,quite the contrary.She found them fascinating.She still couldn't conceive that all that noise and lights came from nature and not from something created by men.
Watching a thunderstorm was more interesting than reading a book.Her mother used to read her dozen of them to help her sleep at night,especially during storms like this one.But at the end,the books in their library all looked alike and never change final.If she didn't want to read them anymore she could just close them.While thunderstorms are unexpected and uncontrollable.But above all,always different.
People can never predict the duration or intensity of a thunderstorm.You can just try to guess or stay and observe it.And Y/n loved to see thunderstorms.
But that wasn't the case for everyone.
The little girl knew for sure that there was someone who instead hated them and had a big fear of them.A young boy,just of two years older than she was,the son of the protector of the North,had revealed that he was very afraid of storms during one.
Lord Rickon Stark had arrived to White Harbor four nights before,just in time for dinner,to discuss with Lord Desmond Manderly,Y/n father,about the union of their houses.A calm but still noisy storm was what welcomed them,alongside the blue and green blazon of New Castle.
Y/n didn't understand what was scary about those lights and noises,but she couldn't help but think about what the boy was feeling at the time.
That boy who was also her husband to be once they would be old enough to marry.They already knew each other,they had met in different occasions and places,yet they had never forged a particular bond or friendship.
Their characters were particularly different and they both knew that they would find themselves colliding easily if they became friends.Moreover, there had never been a particular opportunity to get to know each other better.They were always surrounded by their families,politicians and maidens.
They were simply two children,two heirs of big and powerful houses and one day they will become husband and wife.Nothing more,nothing less.
And yet,at that moment Y/n was just thinking.She was just thinking about Cregan.That was his name and what he had told her to call him when she had addressed him as “Lord Stark” with a polite bow.
Y/n wondered if he wasn't scared.
She remembered once,when there was a tournament in Lannisport,he didn’t showed up to see the horses in the morning when it started to rain.Once again,during a visit a the Wall he had been more restless than usual when he had heard the sound of the thunders.
But didn't the dark sky of the evening emphasize the whole thing even more?
Y/n loved night thunderstorms,she found them even more impressive.But also scary.Especially now that her mother was heavily pregnant and needed to stay in bed to rest,meaning that she couldn’t read her stories to help her sleep better.
In Y/n that fear gave a sudden adrenaline rush,but in Cregan no,she could have said it with certainty.So,after thinking about it for too long,the little girl got up,took the cloak on the chair and without even thinking anymore,she opened the window-door wide and within seconds she found herself on the balcony,while the rain was beginning to increase slowly.
That wing of the castle was where both Y/n and her brothers chambers were,the same place where young Cregan was staying,in the room right next to hers.
Y/n stayed for a while to observe the sky,and the drops of rainwater falling on the palm of her hand that she had turned upwards,fascinated by everything as a child could be.But she hadn't gone out to the balcony to admire all that,no.
If she had only wanted to do that,she would have been content to sit in front of the front door-windows as she had until then,instead of getting wet.
No,Y/n had gone out to check on Cregan.To make sure that he was alright.
Their balconies were connected,divided only by a low wall of light bricks.She had often seen the young boy on that balcony in those days,watching people occupying those crowded streets or just wanting to breathe some air.
And on those occasions they had just waved to each other politely with kind smiles.
Y/n knew that the window on that balcony led to the room where Cregan was staying.
Still in the rain,half protected by the windowsill of the upper floor,she barely reached out her neck to observe the young boy room.But it was dark and the curtains were pulled,a sign that Cregan was probably already sleeping,as he would on any night.
The little Lady wanted to call herself a fool for coming out of her room just to make sure that he was okay,a boy whose she exchanged a few words and nothing else.The same boy that one day would have been her husband but the she didn’t knew nothing about.
Yet,in some way,she was relieved.Relieved that he was not awake yet and afraid of those thunders.
A part of Y/n wanted to go back into her room and go back admiring that storm from behind the glass plate of the window,but first she got closer to the wall that separated her from her neighbor.
To,she said to herself,just to check more closely.Just to make sure.
But check what exactly?
Y/n shook her head.She really had to be out of her mind if now she was worried about an almost - stranger that seemed to not like her at all.She made to retrace her steps,when a curled figure caught her attention.
Sitting on the ground,with his shoulders leaning against the wall of that balcony and with a black cloak on him,he stood with his head hidden by the hood.Still like a statue,with his arms around his legs.Half of his body was protected under the windowsill,while the other half was being wet by that rainwater.
Y/n tilted her head to the side,confused.
“Who is that?And what are they doing?”she wondered.
Even though she knew very well who it was.It couldn't be anyone other than him.
«Cregan?»Y/n spoke without having the slightest control over her voice,attracting the attention of the boy.
Cregan raised his head,which he had kept sunk between his legs until that moment,turning his head then towards the young lady on the other side of the wall.His eyes were usually clear and calm,but now they were wide open with astonishment.
Wide in a way that Y/n couldn't but find adorable.
She ignored these thoughts and just reopened her mouth«What are you doing out here?Don't you see .. ?It's raining.»she asked with a soft tone.
“As if i hadn't noticed,Y/n”Cregan wanted to tell her with a little voice.He wouldn't have put on his cloak if he hadn't seen the rain.
But a part of him decided to keep his mouth closed.Lady Y/n was immensely pretty under the pale moonlight and wet by the rain.He had always been fascinated by her,by the way her eyes shined bright and the way she talked fast about something she liked and knew about.She made him nervous to speak whenever he was around her,she was far smarter and wiser than him even at that young age,always so kind and he was afraid to make a fool out of himself.Especially when he was still scared of thunderstorms.
Cregan didn't answer,just staring at her with his big blue eyes.
«Are you hurt?»Y/n brown furrow as she scanned his pale face to find something.
The rain kept falling and it seemed that its intensity continued to increase as the seconds passed.The trees in front of that castle moved to the right and left,driven by a force they already knew,but which they were still unable to repel.
Cregan shook his head and then spoke«I'm scared of thunderstorms.»he just said.
Y/n nodded«I know that.But why are you outside?»she offered him a kind smile.
Cregan seemed to think about it for a while, undecided whether to say everything to her or keep shut up.But there was something in her,something that was pulling in from the inside.Something that was screaming at him to tell her everything that he was afraid of,because with her it would be safe,she would have kept him safe.She would’ve understood him and comforted him.
He chose the second option and returned to stare at an indefinite point of his cloak,hoping that the young lady with wet hair and sweet eyes would soon leave,leaving him alone.As he had only been until recently.
One day Cregan would have been Lord Stark,protector of the great North and he needed to learn to not be afraid of thunderstorms on his own.But Y/n presence,the little girl that would become his wife,was louder than any thunder and brighter than any light.
In fact she had no intention of leaving.
«I'm scared of thunderstorms.»he found himself repeating and then adding«I really can't stand them.»he murmured.
She listened to him carefully,standing in front of that little wall,while Cregan continued to turn his back on her and look down as he spoke again:
«I can't sleep when there are thunderstorms.And being alone in the room,in the dark with only sudden flashes to illuminate,is scary.»he explained quietly.
Y/n nodded sympathetically,although she didn't find anything scary at all in his description.But for once she tried to put herself on Cregan side.
«So why don't you go to your father?My mother always makes me sleep with her when I have nightmares.»she asked with curiosity.
Cregan shook his head,clutching in that heavy cloak«He doesn’t want to.He say I have to overcome my fears sooner or later.»he said,with a glint of sadness in his eyes.
Y/n curled her nose,confused«And do you get over them by standing in the rain?»squeezing her hands to create a little bit of warmth.
This time he took some time to respond.
Then,shifting his gaze towards the horizon«It's less scary.I can see the lights of the villages and the boats passing by and I know I'm not the only one awake.I know I'm not alone.»he found himself admitting«It's less scary.Or at least I think…»
He didn't know why he was saying these things.Especially to her.For all his ten almost eleven years he had carried that fear of his with him without saying anything to anyone.Revealing his fear only to himself.And seeking comfort only in him.
A comfort that most of the time was not enough.
His father kept telling him that he was grown up by now,that he had to overcome his fear of thunderstorms by now.A fear that was too childish for his age.For the Lord he was destined to be.How could he protect people when he was the first to be scared?He needed to start acting like a man.
But how adult can a ten year old be?
Without meditating on his words,Y/n replied«And are you going to stay out here all night?Until the thunderstorm stops?»her angel face was worried.
Cregan just nodded,without staring at her directly in the eyes.The little girl made a grimace that the other could not see.It was the stupidest thing she had ever heard.Yet she still didn't find the strength to leave him alone.Leave him there alone and go back to her room.
Y/n had felt,she had felt for a few seconds,almost a perceptible thread that drew her to Cregan.Maybe she was just imagining everything. Maybe it was just her childish mind that was playing tricks on her.Or maybe it was just that summer storm fault.
She didn't know,but now she felt tied to the boy with the dark cloak and blue eyes.
«Come.»Y/n voice was firm and warm.
Cregan jolted,surprised to still hear the young girl voice.He thought she had returned to the heat of her room by now.And instead there she is,on the other side of the low wall,reaching out to him with a pure smile on her face.
“She’s cute when she smiles.”Cregan immediately thought,noticing her soft eyes and all her teeth shining in the light of the torches in the street.
He also found her so reassuring.That kind of safety that he desperately needed.
«Where?»he asked confused.
Y/n smiled at him again,getting closer and reaching out her hand again,almost touching his face making him shiver.
«If you spend the night out here you're going to get sick.If you don't want to be alone,I'll keep you company.»she stated fiercely and he knew nothing would’ve changed her mind.
They were simple words.Words of a child of eight,almost nine,years old.Yet Cregan swore he had never heard such beautiful words.No one had ever given him such attention and didn't know whether or not to trust that young lady.
They had met numerous times and now they were even betrothed to each other,but they weren’t exactly friends.
And Cregan was very skeptical to those he knew very little.Especially the ones that made him feel nervous just by looking at him.
He decided to refuse Y/n invitation.
But when he made to decline the offer,the first of many flashes lit up the sky,followed by a noise so loud that raised Cregan hair,or more commonly called thunder.
The boy snapped to his feet in fear.Perhaps the idea of going out,so as not to stay in the dark of his room,had not been the best.Or maybe it was the worst idea that had ever occurred to him and only now did he find it stupid.
«So?Are you coming or not?»Y/n called for his attention again,noting the thin veil of blush on his pale cheeks.
She was younger than him by only two years,yet she was still more mature than him.She had this aura surrounding her,of someone that would have took care of him.Someone he could really start to trust and lay down his strength.A little sun,personal and only for him,to remind him that the storms he was so afraid of were only temporary while she would have been by his side forever.
Cregan found himself shaking Y/n hand,who helped him climb over the wall that divided them, and in a moment he was on the other balcony.
He crossed his eyes again with those of his future wife,who immediately answered him with another sweet smile and opened the window door,to let him enter in the warmth of her room and protect him from that storm.
Immediately closed the door behind them and,after a moment of uncertainty she spoke first«Give me your cloak,i’ll put it here with mine so that tomorrow the servants can wash them.»she told him,taking her off to remain in her pink nightgown.
Cregan blushed even more as he nodded as if in a trance and took off his dark cloak,handing it over to her and revealing a pastel-colored pajamas.
He thought it was impossible for a room to look like it owner,but Y/n bedroom was just like her:a mess of colors,books everywhere and with a pleasant warmth that made him feel safe.
«Why are you still awake?»Cregan suddenly asked,trying to not move around too much.
The little girl took two pillows from her bed and a blanket,walking to the fluffy carpet in front of the old fireplace that the servants had lighted up before she went to bed,once the thunderstorm had started.
«I like to watch the storms.»she said,patting the empty space next to her with one hand«Also,now that my mother is pregnant and my father stays up with his advisors,i need to check on her.»she continues.
Cregan looked at her carefully,the long hair falling free on her shoulders,her perfect face.He was right,she so much mature than he was,already taking care of everyone around her at such a young age,just like a proper lady should.
As he took place next to her on the pavement,still keeping a proper distance between them,Cregan realized that he didn't know anything about her.But he knew how much she loved her mother as he always saw the two of them holding hands.He didn't know if she had the same relationship with her father,who seemed to prefer her older brothers,but he still didn't have enough closeness to ask her for more information.
In fact,they had absolutely no closeness and it could be seen in the silence that fell between the two children.One of those silences that always arise in similar situations,when two people don't know each other but have to spend time together.
«Would you like to do something?»Y/n calm voice sounded even more melodious up close.
She tried to mask that awkwardness with a polite tone,asking her guest with a kind expression.
Cregan spoke little and for the rest of the time he just agreed or disagreed on a certain statement.
The younger of the two was shrinking her minds to think of some kind of game to play together, but the boy next to her would just stare at her,frowning,as if he was annoyed by that situation,while standing close to window of that room like he wanted to escape that situation.
Y/n curled her nose,bored by that sudden superior attitude that Cregan was carrying on himself.
«Look,you can still go back in the rain if you prefer.»she told him,with a sour tone.
She felt bad to see him frightened by that thunderstorm,but if he didn't even show her a minimum of gratitude or a spirit of collaboration, then he could very well leave.Y/n was a sunny child,always with a smile on her face and ready to raise the morale of anyone who needed it.
But“This boy is really unpleasant”she thought.
Cregan crossed his arms to his chest,squeezing his eyes and staring at her,offended and angry at the same time.He thought that he shouldn’t have accepted her invitation and that both their fathers had made a mistake by promising them.They would never get along.
He could very well go back to his room and overcome that storm on his own,as he had always done until then.He didn’t need Y/n help.He made a grimace in the direction of the little girl,who responded to the gesture by raising her eyes to the sky.
But when he was about to open the window door and return to his room,without his dark cloak,a flash illuminated the sky and his face.
Cregan eyes went wide,as he was falling backwards and ending up on the ground on his butt as he waited for the arrival of the thunder that did not take long to arrive.His lower lip trembled,while he couldn't move any muscle.
He hated how thunderstorms could do this to him.He hated how they could make him tremble and frighten.
“They are a normal thing,dictated by nature”his father had always told him.
Yet Cregan didn't believe it.He continued to hate thunderstorms.
And something told him that this fear of his would never go away.
«Cregan.... are you all right?»he heard a soft voice behind his back.
Cregan looked up and saw Y/n standing on her knees on the carpet and he only remembered at that moment of her presence.
The boy gasped,looking for an answer.But before he could speak,another flash lit up the room,and before the thunder could be heard,Cregan had already put his hands on his ears.
The arrogant facade,which he had previously put on,had now completely crumbled, revealing his insecure and frightened side.
Y/n didn't know what to do.
The annoyed face she had a little while ago,was gone.Now she was really worried for him.She just wanted to find a way to distract him,and to put an end to that clash of lights that illuminated the room.
Cregan did not move,with his head resting on his bent knees,and the palms of his hands were still covering his ears,in the vain hope of not hearing that almost metallic and shackled noises.
«It’s alright,don't worry.»Y/n tried to reassure him.But it seemed that no one could move the young boy.
«They usually just make a big noise and then they go away.»she continued with a reassuring voice getting closer to him.
But Cregan was still shaking, scared,and Y/n didn't know what to do.She was never scared of thunderstorms.She would have liked to hold him tight in a hug,to drive away all his fear.But she knew that if she did,she would only make things worse.
In the meantime,Cregan continued to make himself small,smaller and smaller,curled up almost on himself on that light pavement.
«I mean…deep down it's just water,isn't it?Water and lights.As if it were an ocean... and the oceans are beautiful,aren't they,Cregan?»she asked with a hint of hope.
Y/n was used to the water,she lived near the sea and she had grew up running up and down on her fathers boats with her brothers.Her mothers read her stories about fishes,sailors,mermen and mermaids.
And while he did not respond,too busy controlling his fear,Y/n came up with an idea.
«I know what to do!»she almost screamed,catching Cregan attention and shicking around the room,as if looking for something.
The boy looked at her confused,forgetting – but only for a short time – of the thunderstorm.
«There you are.»Y/n exhaled,almost relieved.
Cregan blinked,observing the more confusion she had created throughout that room,the books scattered on the floor and the cabinets wide open,just for that medium-sized old book she now held in her hands,with a proud and satisfied smile.He didn't understand what use that book could have,but he didn't breathe,limiting himself to observing the young girl sitting carefully next to him and opening it.
And then millions of billions of fishes began to swim between the old pages.Cregan mouth widened into an “o”, but he quickly closed it again before Y/n could notice his astonishment.It's just a very simple book of fairy tales,he said to himself.
Yet,in some way,it had distracted him.
«If you lie down on the bed,you can see them better.»Y/n spoke,making herself comfortable on her bed and starting to turning the pages.
Cregan grimaced,watching how she was smiling.That wasn’t proper.
«Why should I lie down-»yet another thunder«Alright... I lie down.»he immediately changed his mind.
He hurriedly took the steps that separated him from that bed,before sinking into the lavander sheets that smelled of flowers and vanilla.
Y/n by his side smiled at him.But Cregan didn’t,remaining impassive and jolting at every thunder.She closed the curtains around her bad,only the soft light of the candle on the nightstand remain.The 'lightning' factor had been solved.
«They're beautiful,aren’t they?»she said,tracing with her fingers the different fishes.
They were.Their shapes,colors,sizes were mesmerizing.
Cregan didn't know to answer again.Those bright,fishes seemed to moved quickly on all those pages in a continuous flow.They were simple,so damn simple,yet they had caught the his attention.
«Yes,they ar–»he tried to agree with her,but here's yet another thunder made him jump out of fear.
Y/n by his side watched him close his eyes and plug his ears with both hands.
She had to find a way to distract him from the sounds too.
«You see him?»she turned the page and pointed to a strange figure on the right corner.
A man with a tail of a fish.
Cregan turned to her,taking his hands off his ears and moving his eyes on what Y/n finger was pointing to.
«It’s a merman?»he sounded uncertain,the figure on the book looked like the blazon of house Manderly.
Y/n nodded her head confirming his question«They said that he loved another mermaid and when the pirates had captured her,driven by grief,he turned his body in marble creating White Harbor.»she explained him,showing him another picture of the place where now she was living.
Cregan looked confused,his eyebrows raising«Why would he do that?»
The girl next to him sighed,her shoulder touching his,the sweet perfume of her hair was tickling his nose.She was warm and soft and made his stomach twist and his hands sweat.
«I guess that he couldn’t live without her and preferred to die.»she simply answered«Years ago i used to cry when my mother read me this story.»she continued as she flipped the page.
In the dim light,he could see that her eyes were a little glassy and only now he remembered that just like him,she was still a child with fears like him and stories that made her cry in her mother arms.
«How about her?»Cregan eyes and hand went to point to a female picture.
A mermaid with a red tale and long wet red hair on her shoulders,sitting on a rock near the coast.Her beautiful expression seemed pained,her mouth opened as if she was saying something.In the distance seemed that a storm was coming,the waves crashing into the shore,dark clouds on the horizon.
Y/n smiled,stretching the book out to him so that he could take a better look«She was a princess that fell in love with a sailor.Her father,the King of the fourteen seas had forbidden their love.»she started to explain with a soft tone«They could see each other only on the beginning of the Long Summer,when her father was away in the ocean»she said.
Cregan yawned«And how did they knew when the Long Summer came?»he seemed genuinely interested now.
«The storm.»Y/n quickly answered«It was her way to let him know that she was waiting for him.She was calling him back to her.»in her expression he could find a hint of teasing.
He shuddered,the thing that scared him the most,for this children book,was just a mermaid calling for her lover.
«But how does he know?»he asked again and his voice was becoming softer,his eyes closing a bit,yet he stayed very curious about the story.
«Does he know what?»Y/n whispered.
«That it was her.»he continued.
«Because he had loved no else but her in his life.Only her could have called him back home.»she explained and he swore he could’ve seen her eyes shine bright.
«I hate her father.»Cregan mumbled.
He found it stupid,it was just a fairy tale to help people sleep,but if the mermaid father didn’t get in the way tonight he would’ve been scared.And that’s also must had been the reason why she wasn’t afraid of them.
Y/n giggles made him blush,as she shook a little onto him«But you know what’s the best part of it?For the rest of the summer there wouldn’t be any other storms,just the bright sun as the two of them could be together.»she whispered.
It was a way to say that after every thunderstorm that would’ve been the sun.Always.
«Wasn’t she scared of her father founding out that they were still together?»his voice was sleepy and his eyes heavy.
Y/n shook her head«Love is stronger than fear.»she stated«Don’t you find it beautiful?»she said then,a dreamy look in her eyes.
There was no answer.
Y/n turned to him,finding him with his eyes closed and his mouth half-open.His chest would rise and fall at a regular pace,while his slight breathing could be heard.She smiled at that sight as she stroked his hair.
Cregan had fallen asleep.Y/n was satisfied.Satisfied and happy.
She succeeded in her intent,help him and distract him from the thing that scared him the most.She wondered what Cregan would do at this time if Y/n hadn’t invited him?
He would probably still have been awake.Because the thunderstorm hadn't stopped,no,it had never stopped.The mermaid was still calling for her lover.
The flashes,however,had mixed in the images on the pages and the noise of thunder had been lost among the stories of Y/n mermaids.Cregan had been so busy observing those images drawn on the book and hating the King of the seas,that he completely forgot about the thunderstorm.
Y/n closed the book,placed it carefully on her nightstand and reached out to grab a thin sheet at the bottom of their feet and covered the young boy who slept well by her side.
«Good night,Cregan.Tomorrow there will be the sun,i promise you.»she whispered kissing his forehead and drifting to sleep too.
And for the first time,after so many years,he slept.After so many years,Cregan was sleeping peacefully with a thunderstorm.
On any day in the early summer,ten years later,Lady Y/n Stark of Winterfell was laying in the bed she shared with her Lord husband.
Wife and husband,that’s what her and Cregan had been for the past four years.But before pronouncing their vows in front of the Seven and their families,they had became the best of friends.
When did they start calling each other that way?When did they become friends?Could they find a precise moment when they had gone from being strangers to even best friends?Were they able to establish the exact moment when their bond changed?
No,they couldn’t.
Maybe it was the year after that fateful rainy night.Maybe it was the next month when Cregan had spent all of his moments and attention in Y/n presence,falling in love with her more and more.
Or maybe it had happened at the exact time their hands had touched,when Y/n had proposed to be together in that thunderstorm,to mark the point of change for their relationship.
They didn't know that though.Neither of them knew for sure.But they didn't even ask.They fell in love with each other before they got married and that was that mattered.There are bonds that are born before the interlocking of the hands and connections that are born before touching each other.It was just pretty to think that,all this time,there was some kind of invisible string that was tying them together.
Anyone who cared for Cregan had to understand that he needed a little looking after.Someone who could help him sleep,who reminded him that he was just human and that he could still a child sometimes.And Y/n understood that,she held him gently,far more gently that anyone ever did.She stayed up with him when he couldn’t sleep at night,she stood next to him to greet the arrival of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon and supported him in his decision to fight for the Dragon Queen.
All because she loved him more than anything and because he loved her.To love and to be loved was to rest.
Yet,now that Cregan was away,on the Wall of the great north with the young prince,Y/n couldn’t seem to find sleep.It was raining heavily outside,the long summer had arrived earlier that year and a violent storm was what welcomed it.
The pale rays of the moon filtered through the clouds,the wind was blowing against the windows,the lights of the lightning shaped the dark room she was in.
Cregan had ruined her,she thought to herself,ever since they got married and started to share the bed she couldn’t sleep if he wasn’t next to her,holding her in his arms,kissing her lips softly and whispering how much he loved her.But she knew that,with the war at their doorstep,he was busy with the young prince Jacaerys who came two weeks ago in ask for the help of the North.
Her husband was a man of honor,the Lord of Winterfell that never forget his oaths.
When a particular loud thunder broke through the quietness of the castle,Y/n got up from her bed.Taking the candle on the nightstand,she started walking down the dark corridor to reach her children chambers.Her sons,Rickon and Brandon,only four and two years old,looked exactly like their father:true men of the north but with their mother eyes and kind smile.
Just like their father they were scared of storms,it took her hours to put them to bed that night since the first drop of rain had hit the ground.They both reminded her the first time that she had spent with Cregan during one of those,curling up on her as she read them one of her books to help them sleep.
But that night was different,after two weeks of writing letters and longing,Cregan was finally home.As she quietly opened the door,the candle that Y/n was holding in her hand almost fell,when she saw her husband sitting on a chair in between the two beds where their sons seemed to sleep so soundly and well.
He was still wearing his dark fire coat and his long were wet,the tip of his nose red from the cold,while in his hands he was holding a old fairy tale book that they both knew very well.As if he had heard her behind the door,he smiled,and his face was like the sun.
He had came back as soon as he had heard the first sounds of the thunders,like a sailor bewitched by the melody of a siren voice.His sons were the first ones to greet him,running barefoot down the hallways to reach comfort in their father strong arms.
Cregan had been there before,his heart clenched in his chest as he dried the tears off their eyes and saw the fear on their little faces.But he knew what he had to do,unlike his father,he would always be there for help his children no matter what.
«The mermaid had waited all winter for her lover return,her voice guided him through the storm.»his voice was quiet and soft like a warm blanket«With the first lights of the new sun,he came back to her.»in his hands the hold book.
His oldest son yawned«But wasn’t he afraid of the storm?»Rickon asked,holding his teddy bear closer to his chest.
«He was.»Cregan nodded«But you know what is stronger than fear?»he whispered,noticing his younger son fast asleep.
Rickon shook his head,his eyes fighting to urge to close«What?»he chirped.
«Love.»his father simply answered«The idea of coming back to his lover was stronger than the fear of the storm.»Cregan stood up,caressing his son head.
«One day i want to love someone this much.Just like you love mama.»Rickon murmured sleepy,with a little smile on his face.
«And you will.»he promised«One day you will have someone that will help you overcome your fears and that will always call you back home when you are wondering too far.»he kissed both of his sons forehead.
Cregan was still a little nervous about storms,but that night he was finally back home as sun on water.Y/n reached for him and skimmed her hands over the light of him.
«I missed you.»she whispered on his lips,kissing him sweetly.
Cregan was holding her in his arms,gently caressing her hair,his forehead on hers«I saw the storm and i knew.»he smiled,trailing his lips on her chin and cheeks.
Y/n shivered,not only because his icy fingers were rubbing up and down her back,but because only her could understand the meaning of those words.The intimacy of having something only them could share with each other.
«So you came back early because of the storm?»she giggled as his beard tickled her beautiful face.
He smiled even more,tightening his grip on her smaller body«I came back because of you.Only you could have called me back home.»he whispered placing a kiss on her lips.
The smell of her hair,the taste of her mouth,the feeling of her skin seemed to have gotten inside of him or in the air all around him.She had become a physical necessity,not only to ease his fear,but to have someone to come back to.
She placed her head on his chest,listening to his heartbeat beating alongside hers.They stood there for a moment more,embracing each other,in the dark corridor.
«Do you hear it?»Y/n softly asked suddenly.
«Hear what?»Cregan voice was low.
«The sound of the rain.»she explained,closing her eyes and relaxing against his touch.
For a while they just listened to the incessant ticking of the rain,while a thousand fish continued to swim on the pages of their book.
But suddenly a flash illuminated the corridor,followed by the due thunder.
Y/n jolted,expecting her husband to do the same.
Yet this was not the case«Aren't you afraid of thunderstorms anymore?»she teased him.
«How can I be afraid of thunderstorms when I'm by your side?»he said,caressing her cheek lovingly.
«Tomorrow there will be the sun.»she smiled against him,brighter than any light.
She was right,after the storm there was always the warm weather and Y/n was the golden sun at the horizon.That one thing that gave him hope for a brighter future,the only one that could bring him back home.Because his sleepless nights are better with her than any nights could ever be alone.
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Defending Your Honor
Characters- Daemon Targaryen, Aemond Targaryen, Otto Hightower, Corlys Velaryon, Cregan Stark and Criston Cole.
Warnings- Slut-shaming, Curse, Murder (Daemon and Aemond), Fighting and Cutting off... something
Daemon 'Rogue Prince' Targaryen
You were Daemon Targaryen's paramour, with nothing to your name but his love and devotion. A mere dressmaker who somehow charmed the prince.
While your relationship was purely based on emotional supports and the physical attributes followed way later, the nobles didn't share the same thoughts.
Behind your back, you could hear their derogatory comments over you, questioning your relationship with the infamous prince.
"She must have a tight cunt for the prince to keep her so close."
"I am sure she is a witch and has fucked her magic into prince Daemon."
"There is no doubt that she will be ready to fuck and undress herself in front of anyone for money."
While Daemon would hear anything about himself with amusement, hearing things as such for his beloved made his blood boil.
In a feast in the honor of his own nameday, he made sure you were seated next to him with the Royal Family.
The family was welcoming but the courtiers weren't.
And he hears them again.
And goes crazy.
At the abrupt end of the feast, the Noble degrading you and your honor was taken to the Silent Sisters with a separated head or probably something even harsher.
Aemond 'One-Eyed' Targaryen
Aemond loves you a lot.
Everyone loves you, honestly. Except for some who think you are some scheming bitch, which secretly includes Otto.
During a normal session of the court, Aemond hears a member of a vassal house of Lannisters speaking rubbish about you.
Your honor was put to question and he won’t have it that way.
Interrupting the session, he calls the man ahead and when the spotlight is upon that man.
Aemond starts announcing the young lord’s “accusations”. And the whispers start.
But they are abruptly put to stop, by Aemond’s sword cutting off the lord’s head; much in a way Daemon had drove Dark Sister through Vaemond Velaryon.
And followed a long monologue about you and defending your honor and a threat of what shall happen if he is disobeyed.
All while that dead lord’s blood painted his face.
Otto ‘Hand of the King’ Hightower
You are his wife, or maybe courting each other, or betrothed to marry.
Either way, he is protective. Very. Very. Protective.
You are younger. Beautiful. Almost goddess like.
At a feast, you talk to a lord.
And there goes numerous rumours.
While Otto doesn’t believes it, others do.
And then, one day, you admit it. That the rumours were troubling you a lot.
And next, you hear that the man responsible for the rumours could never have children again, had you overjoyed and smirking. Found with the sigil of House Hightower next to him.
That was the very clear message to all.
Corlys ‘Sea Snake’ Velaryon
Corlys is possessive and protective of you, his darling wife.
You were from Dorne, and your Dornish practices aren’t quite far from your heart.
And that includes the flirtatious comments.
Corlys enjoyed that. But the other lords and ladies had a field trip, making rumours and what not.
When they hear them, he is angry and he throws a feast, intending to show what honour these people were talking of.
The feast was all normal except the wine was specifically strong and the servant ladies were all dressed provocatively.
And all of the lords were leering and everything.
Next morning, he organises a breakfast. And gives a loud and clear announcement.
All of it while the lady wives of those men were present and fuming with rage at the humiliation.
In directly, never talk bad about Corlys Velaryon’s wife.
Cregan ‘Wolf of the North’ Stark
You were of South and you arrived in Southern style.
And it made the lords of the North send you leering gazes.
And you were bold to admit it to Cregan who softly replied with:
“I apologise on their behalf, my lady. I shall see to it that it is taken care of.”
It was. But for only a few weeks.
And then came the feast before your wedding to him.
And the lords were drunk and again dishonouring sentences were exchanged.
The smile on your face was long gone and your jaw sat in a gesture of displeasure.
And it seemed to do something to Cregan. For one second, his direwolf was in front of the table; the other, that drunken lord was on the floor with the direwolf growling at his face.
“Since this day ahead, no one shall dare to dishonour my wife, your lady. Or, you shall not like what shall happen.”
And the smile on your face is sweet as you looked at your betrothed.
Criston ‘Kingmaker’ Cole
You were only a friend of his at that time.
And a Dornish lady.
A beautiful lady who was close to a member of King’s Guard.
And boom! There are rumours.
Penting up everything in his chest, Criston blasted when he heard a comment about you in the training grounds.
He challenged that knight or lord to a combat fight.
That fight ended with the lord being beaten to near death while Criston’s fists were bloodied.
You were told way later that something like that happened.
And while everyone were rather angry at his action, you were very very proud.
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Chapter 26 Love in the Dark
Chapter 26 of Moonlight
A/N- Someone give her a hug!
Warning- Swearing, ANGST, talks of death, violence, blood and SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!
Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader
Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood
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You shouldn’t do it, but you have to. You can still see her engulfed by flames, you can hear her screams and cries that only appear in your nightmares. They didn’t go away when Aegon died.
But now though, you also see flashes of Jacaerys dying in your arms, you see Lucerys dying even if you never witnessed his death, you see Joffrey and Viserys. You see all of them flashing violently in your head. You see them all dying. They’re all dead, you’re alone because the people didn’t want your mother as Queen.
You’ll show them. Why shouldn’t you? Plus it’s the only way it’ll all go quiet, it’s the only way they’ll learn.
“<Astraea,” you sneer and clutch onto her horns tighter while you grow angrier. “Dracarys!>”
Without needing to repeat yourself, without hesitation, flames rain down in the heart of the city just past where the soldiers are fighting outside the castle gates. Bright and raging flames give light to the city as if it were a midnight sun. Screams fill the air, you can hear them from the top of your dragon. You can see people trying to run away from the incoming storm of fire, but you don’t care. You feel no remorse, and soon thereafter every sound but the sound of flames drowns out, finally, the silence that tormented your head goes silent.
Baela sees what you do from a distance, she’s horrified, but she does nothing to stop you. She can’t do anything but hear the chaos that ensues.
You don’t stop either, with tears of sorrow and anguish rushing down your cheeks you keep persisting and only avoid the places where your army would be fighting. The houses and the shops you’d pass on your way to the dragon pit or fly over back in the day all burn to rubble and ash. The people hiding and running all get crushed and burnt. The dragon pit was once filled with beautiful dragons but was then destroyed by people, and now it turns to more debris as Astraea bathes it in fire.
The city you’d admire from inside the castle, the city of stars that once gleamed like stars in your childhood, now glimmers with wild flames. And lastly, before you can burn away the entire damn city, you spot a building with Aegon’s banner over its wall so you bathe it in fire and finally bring yourself to a stop, leaving only parts of the city untouched.
But now to help the army take down the Green Army.
Nevertheless, as Astraea begins to make her way to the city gates, bells ring signifying the Green’s surrender and bringing the end to this battle on land and at sea. Now it’s time for you to ascend the throne.
Thus you nudge Astraea and she circles back to the Red Keep. Once you approach the courtyard outside the throne room, Astraea descends and lets you land on the ground before she ascends back to the sky. You wait for Baela, for soldiers to return to the Red Keep, for those people spared from your flames to be brought in, but first, you approach Aegon's banner on the outer wall and yank it off to signal his end.
“Take down every single Green banner you see,” you command the soldier guarding you. “Replace it with the black and red one with the four-legged dragon. I will use that one too from now on.”
“Right away, Your Grace!” He says and bows his head before he orders men to help.
“Y/N!”
You look at the doors and see your grandfather storming out.
“What did you do?” He demands to know with disbelief and slight frustration.
Your guards see him storming over though and block his way to you. He then looks at you to stop them but you keep him behind the wall of men.
“I spread fear,” you respond coldly. “The Green army surrendered because of what they saw. Now hopefully no one will dare challenge my reign.” You offer him a faint smile before you head inside to wait there.
Vanessa quickly finds you once you’re inside and embraces you quickly before she waves servants over carrying beautiful gowns.
“No,” you let her know. “They’re beautiful, and pieces I’ll wear, but when I ascend I’ll do so in my armor so they know I fought.”
Vanessa flashes you a smirk and nods. “Great then, let me just clean your face.”
Before she can do it though, Prince Namor finally makes his way to you. “Your Grace,” he greets and bows.
You approach him and offer him a smile. “Thank you,” you share softly. “Without you and your people, this wouldn’t have happened. Thank you for helping me take my mother's throne back.”
Prince Namor mirrors your smile. “You welcome, and great job out there. You were truly a force to be reckoned with, I am glad I chose to accept this alliance.”
Your smile threatens to widen, but before you do you grab his hands first and cup them with yours. “Don’t betray me.”
Prince Namor looks at you with disbelief and shakes his head. “Never,” he assures you before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. “We’re in this together.”
You sigh softly and nod. “Yes. We are.” You step back from him and catch Baela entering the corridor.
You had known she was okay, she had destroyed those Scorpions with Silverwing with ease, but seeing her unharmed across from you only makes your eyes fill with happy tears. You had feared losing more, so now that you see her you can’t help but stride over to her.
She seems upset by what you did, but she had lost a lot too during this war so she matches your pace and meets you halfway to embrace each other.
“It’s over,” you mewl.
Baela clutches onto you and nods. “Yes, it’s finally over.” She cries softly.
All the deaths, all the pain, and all the tragedy will have meaning.
“Now it’s time for you to sit on your throne,” Baela says as she pulls back and faces you. “We can talk later—”
“No,” you cut her off. “I did what I did. The battle ended because of it, and now everyone living here, and those across kingdoms will know not to betray me or any of my descendants again.”
Baela draws in a deep breath and looks like she wants to argue, you welcome it, but she just exhales and keeps quiet.
You then proceed to wait in the shadows for more people to fill the throne room. And once you hear the hall fill with enough commotion, you finally depart to the hall.
But first, Velaryon and Dornish guards march ahead and break the crowd apart to create a path for you. They hit the tip of their swords against the floor to create a booming beat to silence everyone and let them know you’re finally coming.
Before you walk into the throne room you're hesitant though, you fiddle with your armor, you fix your cloak, and sheath your sword, but pull it out again not knowing if you want to intimidate them or assure them. You hang your head low as you can’t help but think of who you lost to get here. You almost make your ascension seem like a burden you didn’t want, but then through the beating thumps, you hear Astraea share a loud and beautiful song that sends chills down your spine and fills you with pride.
The sadness leaves your body and you begin to stride with confidence, when you reach the doors you raise your chin and show off a small smirk. The crowd gathered inside begins to murmur and gasp as they see you, but they quickly fall silent as the guards that created a path raise their metal swords, letting you see a clear path to the Iron throne that awaits you.
You promised you’d get your mother on that throne, and you did help, but she didn’t rule long, you failed at keeping her safe and securing her reign. But now as you stride down the hall with each sword falling down one by one behind you, you swear to your brothers and your mother that you will reign long. You will build a better kingdom for them. You will keep your promise to your mother and keep these kingdoms united.
So if they’re all watching you now, all they need to know is that you’ll make them proud and that you can’t wait to see them all again.
Thus as you take that first step that leads to the throne you smile softly, Astraea appears through the hole she made earlier and startles the crowd, but it sends a message that you shouldn't be questioned.
“The Green tyranny is finally over!” You exclaim and turn to face the crowd. “The usurper is dead!” You add and pull out Blackfyre to point at Aegon's head with the tip.
And to your surprise the crowd of people cheer loudly, making you grow smug. “And none it would be possible without my allies, the Velaryon’s and Driftmark. Those who I bled with on the battle of Tumbleton, and,” you sigh and smirk. “Most importantly I would like to thank Dorne, without them I wouldn’t be standing here.”
Those who didn’t know about Dorne’s alliance gasped in shock and murmured amongst each other.
“Dorne joined our fight after I asked for help. They gave their lives for this throne, for us, and for a Queen they never knew. I will always be in their debt, and I will always be grateful for your alliance…and thank you for giving me hope once again.” You glance at Prince Namor and you offer each other soft smiles before you move on.
“The Seven Kingdoms is at last united. And together now we will move…towards peace, we have bled long enough and we have seen death too much. Yet even so, I won’t rest until every lord and lady who sided with the greens is mounted on a spike or turned to ash!” you exclaim, making all the soldiers cheer with excitement.
You then turn and walk to the throne, when you reach it you stop to face the crowd again. This time a high Septon approaches you with Aegon the Conqueror's crown made of dark metal and adorned with a red ruby at the center. You slowly sit down on the cold Iron Throne and stab Blackfyre on the ground between your legs.
As the Septon approaches he bows his head and then gently places the crown on your head. “My Queen,” he says as he bows again before he walks away.
Once he’s out of the way you look over at your grandfather and he’s the first to kneel, you glance at Baela and she follows, and then you drift your gaze to Prince Namor standing just below the throne and he offers you a bow, letting the rest of the Dornish soldiers to do the same. Lastly, you look at Alicent who you made stand at the front, and with tears in her eyes, she slowly kneels, making you smirk.
The crowd follows to kneel, but you don’t care about the others, so you look ahead and let out a small breath.
“All Hail Queen y/n of House Targaryen!” Your grandfather shouts. “First of her name! Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm!”
“Long live the Queen!” Baela cries.
“Long live the Queen!” Prince Namor follows.
Astraea walks in as much as she can and cries out in your support, filling the hall with her song and making the crowd inside begin to clap and chant the same thing.
“Long live the Queen!”
You did it. You hope your mother can see.
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*2 MONTHS LATER*
Meetings and hearings are never-ending, ever since you became Queen people have talked your ear off. The halls have begun to once again become lively, but not with a sense of peace that roamed the halls when you were young, no, Lords who’ve come to swear fealty to their new Queen fill the halls. The Riverland army has finally arrived at King's landing, all of whom come from fighting battles and searching for more, but instead, they find Aegon the Second’s rotting head on a spike over the castle gates so the throne room wouldn’t smell.
There are seizures of traitors within King’s Landing, like Lord Larys who was arrested and in chains in the dungeons for treason and awaiting their sentence.
There are arguments from your council who refuse to listen to you. Even with Prince Namor at your side, even with a crown on your head and a dragon at your side when you’re on the throne the mighty council refuses to listen to you. And you know it’s because you’re a woman. The only ones who’ve been in your defense are the Riverland Lords and Ladies who you have fought alongside, Alyn Velaryon, and that’s it. Baela has agreed with you in some cases but she argues against your choices a lot now.
“It’s not wise,” Baela argues against a debate over a certain Westerlands Lady. “The war is over, there’s no need to put her to the sword.”
You sigh and shake your head. “She ruled in her late husband's stead,” you argue with fury. “She helped Lord Tyland hide the crown's treasury, she is a traitor by all accounts. It does not matter if she agrees to bend the knee. She is still a traitor to the realm, and traitors must meet their ends so the people can know what happens.”
“And didn’t you show them already what happens?” Your grandfather retorts. “By laying waste to half of King’s Landing? Is that not enough?”
You narrow your gaze on him and lean forward, creating tension in the room. “No,” you quip. “Especially not if she’s asking for conditions to return the coin that belongs to this crown and the people that remain here.”
“The Queen is right,” Lord Blackwood backs you up. “She had the chance to turn her army against the Greens when her husband died, but she chose to remain loyal to Aegon. She chose her fate now we must deliver it.”
Your grandfather is about to interject, but then the door opens and a guard comes to whisper in your ear. “Lord Stark and his army are approaching the city walls.”
You nod in comprehension, letting the man pull back and walk away. “Our meeting will conclude for now,” you cut in. “Lord Stark approaches, let's welcome the Warden of the North.” You push yourself up and walk out, followed by Prince Namor and your Queensguard.
When you arrive in the throne room you put the crown on your head, hold Blackfyre in one hand, and feel your heart begin to race the fastest you’ve felt it beat in months. It’s such an odd feeling after only feeling some empty husk, but you put on a nonchalant face in your wait.
However, from the perspective of others you don’t look nonchalant at all, there’s an anger in your eyes that has been present since you sat on the throne with a crown on your head for the first time. There’s a coldness in your eyes that’s like the winter's bitter air when your eyes fall on someone.
The Realms Golden Girl no longer reflects in your eyes, now in the two months since you’ve been Queen, you’ve been unforgiving. Loveless. So much so that whispers say that you're ‘The Realm’s Heartless Queen’.
For so long people of this realm have tried to prevent a second Maegor, but in their refusal to have your mother as Queen, it seems that she was no Maegor with teets, instead, it was you.
You would’ve been angered and saddened by such names before, but now you relish in their fear and adapt to such names. Thus when the doors open and you finally meet the Grey eyes of Cregan Stark, you don’t smile, you stay nonchalant and sit up straighter.
“Lord Cregan of House Stark,” the guard announces before he directs his introduction to you. “You stand in the presence of Queen Y/N of House Targaryen. First of her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the realm! And her betrothed, and future Prince Consort, Prince Namor of House Martell.”
You lift your chin, and Cregan’s eyes widen slightly as he finally sees with his own eyes what people have whispered in his ear, you as Queen. He swallows back thickly as he walks to you and sees the Conqueror's crown on your head, and the Conqueror's sword in your hand. When he reaches the line of guards protecting the path to you, he exhales as he falls under your gaze before he kneels.
“I Lord Cregan Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and Warden of the North, promise to be faithful to you, my Queen. I pledge fealty to you and shall defend you against all enemies in good faith and without deceit. I swear this by the Old Gods and the New,” he declares and lifts his eyes to meet your gaze.
You swallow back nervously and quietly exhale with sudden relief. It’s so unexpected, but the moment you meet his grey eyes you can’t help but feel comfort. You feel…safe for the first time in a long time.
Yet you don’t express it, your demeanor doesn’t change, and your voice expresses the same coldness people think so bitter. “Lord Stark, welcome to King’s Landing, and thank you for your loyalty.”
Said man pushes himself up and raises his head high and with pride. “There’s no need to thank me, the North remembers,” he proclaims. “We made a promise to fight for Queen Rhaenyra, against the usurper and his people. That is what we came here to do.”
You clench your jaw and grip onto your sword's handle.
“You came too late, my Lord,” Baela tells him as she stands behind the line of Queensguard. “For the war is done, and the usurper is dead.”
“All no thanks to you,” you quip at Cregan. “We waited, Jacaerys waited, my mother waited, so while you played in your snow, the sun,” you refer to Dorne. “Came out of the shadows and danced. We, with the help of Driftmark, burned away the enemies and sunk their ships. The Riverland army helped destroy the traitors that nested in Tumbleton and stopped Prince Daeron’s army from marching here, so tell me Lord Stark, what good is your word truly?” You sneer and pierce your glare deeper within him.
Cregan’s eyebrows slowly furrow, and his disbelief grows as he hears you speak, as he sees the coldness in your eyes that don’t flicker that glimmer he always saw in your eyes before.
“With winter in our midst we had harvest to store,” Cregan argues. “Unfortunately our winters are more unforgiving in the North than they are in the South. I had to help my people, Your Grace. So for that, I won’t apologize. Besides,” he adds as he begins to match that bitterness behind your tone. “It seems to me that the rats still play in the corners, and snakes still live comfortably in their stone castles.”
You hum, and Prince Namor breaks his silence in your defense. “They won’t live long, these are all matters that are being discussed currently within our council.”
Cregan hums and smugly rebuttals. “Is it really a council if you let your Queen's traitors live? Others started this war, but I intend to finish it for my promise to Prince Jacaerys, late Queen Rhaenyra, and for you,” he says and catches you off guard. “My Queen.”
Your breath catches softly, so it’s a good thing you sit so far from the others standing below you, or else they would’ve heard how flustered you got after hearing him say that.
“Very well,” you interject and stand up. “You may prove your worth later than in our council meeting. As of now,” you sigh and clasp your hands together. “You must be tired of your journey. Rest, bath, eat, enjoy the sights in the city, and let it sink in what happens to traitors.” You smirk and step down the steps, making the guards depart to leave you a path towards Cregan.
Once you’re before him though, when you look in his grey eyes all you can see is Jacaerys and how much Cregan failed him, you see her again and the way he failed her too.
Blaming him isn’t justifiable but you can’t help it, you’re still so angry and all you can do is blame him.
“Welcome to King’s Landing,” you greet coldly and walk away with your group of people trailing behind you. Making it impossible for him to follow like he would before.
You tried to keep it that way. You thought of every possible way he could try and reach you and avoided it, you make sure to keep yourself busy so if he asks for a private audience they’ll tell him that you can’t. You even try pushing him away from your mind, but no matter what you’re doing or where you are all you can think about is Cregan, how angry you are, and how happy you are to see him again.
You want to hug him, push him, and yell at him. You want him…to see Daenerys. Your child with his deep grey eyes. But you can’t see him without thinking of your mother.
Why couldn’t he be there?
Why do you still see her dying? Why can’t those stupid nightmares, and memory flashes go away?
You want to burn every kingdom to ash for it. Maybe that’ll help?
No. It can’t help. You can’t think that way anymore because then what kingdoms would protect everyone from the threat in the North? And you made her a promise. You can’t fail that one too.
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*LATER*
There’s so much senseless arguing. All these men just go back and forth about the same thing, who’s cock is the biggest.
One wants to avoid more bloodshed and have peace, the other wants to kill everything. Neither one agrees, yet what most men do agree with is your brother Aegon being your heir.
It can’t be Aerion or the twins because they’re Aemond’s kids, they don’t want the war to repeat, so it’s best if Aerion stays as heir to Driftmark so he can change his name to Velaryon instead. And the girls will just get passed.
You’d be upset, but you made a promise to Dorne, they want their heir so you’re going to give it to them. Yet your council wants Aegon as heir now as if you’re going to die tomorrow. It’s so frustrating in more ways than one.
“I said we can talk about it later,” you cut in sharply. “We’ve drifted from our priority and that is what to do with Johanna Lannister,” you remind them. “She became lady after her husband died, she still hung up Aegon's banner after his death, for that she should meet her fate.”
“And send her children on a revenge rampage?” Your grandfather argues. “She has accepted our terms—”
“On a condition that the crown grants Ser Tyland a pardon,” Lady Alysanne Blackwood, the aunt of Bloody Ben, blurts.
“And she’ll send her daughters to the castle to be the Queen's companions.” Your grandfather cuts in, making you clench your fists.
“And why should I have the daughters of traitors as my companions?” You argue. “So they can stab me in the back or slit my throat while I sleep? Worse, so they can harm my children?”
“And killing their mother will bring resolve?”
You nod. “It shall. They’ll know the consequences of betraying the named heir and rightful ruler.”
“The Queen is right,” Cregan pitches in on your defense. "Why should traitors get to rule after betraying their Queen and their kingdom? We need to strike them all down and teach them a lesson.”
“Let the quarrel die with them,” Baela argues back with more force. “You speak of taking Storm's End, Oldtown, and Casterly Rock, but the men who held those seats were slain in battle, everyone. Small boys and suckling babes sit in their places now, no threat to us. We granted them honorable terms, and they are willing to bend the knee."
“Small boys become large men in time," Cregan counters, "And a babe sucks down his mother's hate with his mother's milk. Finish these foes now, or those of us not in our graves in twenty years will rue our folly when those babes strap on their father's swords and come seeking vengeance."
For the first time since you entered the hall, you finally look at him. You couldn’t do that before, not even when you walked in and saw him stand up out of respect. You could feel his stare but you avoided eye contact. But now? You meet his grey eyes, feel your heart skip a beat, and the corner of your lips tug a pleased smile.
He doesn’t mirror your gesture though, he’s in public, and he has a reputation to hold, so he just holds your gaze before he looks back at your grandfather to shoot daggers at him.
"King Aegon said the same and died for it,” your grandfather tries to prove a point. “Had he heeded our counsel and offered peace and pardon to his foes, he might be sitting with us here today."
You scoff and rebuttal. “Aegon died because he was a usurper and a traitorous cunt. No matter what he did we would’ve killed him. No one liked him, they only liked the idea of having someone with a cock and balls on the fucking throne. But what good did that do?” You spat. “Why do you insist on peace and pacts?” You then question, catching your grandfather off guard. “The moment the lords turned their banners against my mother they asked for death, why shouldn’t we grant them the pleasure of dying?”
“But then what can we expect from the Sea Snake,” Cregan cuts in. "Small wonder you are called the Sea Snake. You may slither this way and that way but, oh, your fangs are venomous. Aegon was an oathbreaker, a kinslayer, and a usurper, yet still a king. The Lords and Ladies that followed are oathbreakers and traitors, as are you. The moment Aegon asked, you turned your cloak against the Blacks for your personal gain, it’s no wonder you think the others should go without consequence. Perhaps you shall answer for it as well."
Baela snaps her gaze to you, and you meet her gaze and don’t reassure her, instead you exhale and wait, as if debating whether to let Cregan fill these Lord's heads with inspiration and folly to get what you want. But he is also your grandfather and he did help you ascend the throne, he lived in the best way he could, so you can’t blame him too.
“No,” you defend him. “Lord Corlys did what he could to survive after my mother's death. I understand because I did that too.”
Baela sighs with relief, and your grandfather's shoulders untense.
“Yet I can't continue to rule and not have the traitors pay for their crimes, for that Lord Stark is right.” You finally try to find some resolve to this pointless arguing, while still filling your own thirst for revenge. “As of now, I want Johanna Lannister brought to me…” you sigh. “Lady Elenda Baratheon shall bring her newborn son and we will make him the ward of Lord Tully as I had discussed with him before. He can return to Storm's End when he’s of age to take his father's seat and only then. I’ll give them two weeks time, if they don’t send back a Raven I’ll take that as their answer and meet them with Astraea, and an army.” You declare and look back at your maester.
The old man nods and walks off right away to write and send your offers, letting you then think about what you had to command. You would have hated to be separated from your newborn children, you killed to defend your twins, but you can’t harbor any sympathy for a House that betrayed your mother. No matter what happened they still must pay.
“What of Lord Lynol Hightower?” Lord Blackwood asks.
“He has part of the crown's gold as well,” you say. “And he is willing to return it and bend the knee. He can come and I will decide what to do with him there,” you clarify and sit back.
The room doesn’t argue, you’re glad they don’t, but there’s still another matter to discuss. That being your little brother Aegon. “Now back to your chosen heir,” your grandfather brings up again.
You sigh deeply and rub your eyes.
“That matter is settled,” Baela argues for you. “Her first child with Prince Namor shall be her heir.”
Cregan’s gaze falls on you the moment after that’s said; he had known since the moment he heard of Dorne allying with the crown that you’d have to marry someone not of your choosing, but it didn’t sound. It still doesn’t feel real.
“But—”
“No,” you cut off the other Lord. “My first child with Prince Namor will be the heir. He will bear the Targaryen name as we agreed upon with Dorne. Do you want to speak of breaking oaths?”
The room stays quiet as breaking that oath means war, so the matter finally gets resolved. Thankfully.
“Now,” you add with exhaustion. “Take Lord Larys Strong and the others to the yard for their execution. Unless any of you want to defend their disloyalty then I recommend you let it be or I will use Blackfyre on you too. They’ve lived long enough.”
With that said you stand up and walk away with one other thing on your mind. Your mother. She’s on your mind again and the conversation of Aegon had brought her back like nasty vomit. You want to forget it and swallow it back to feel at ease again, but you feel it in your throat.
Perhaps the execution of the traitors will help ease your discomfort and help you forget.
But then there he is, the other problem occupying your mind, Cregan Stark.
The moment you walk out to the courtyard his grey eyes never leave your face, he watches you carefully even as the maester prays for the doomed. He reads you through the rain that pours over the yard like no one else and sees the grief you still hold, the agony you feel, and the anger that mixes with it. He sees it all without even having to speak to you, without being so close. Even with so much distance keeping you apart, he sees right through you.
When the maester finally finishes his prayer, Cregan walks over to you, making you stiffen and glance nervously at Baela. She doesn’t know about your affair, about how hard your heart is beating, so she just glances at the prisoners to speechlessly encourage you.
Maybe you should grab Prince Namor's hand? He’d think it’s weird, but it would help get Cregan away.
But you’re a Queen now, you have to act normal, behave. So instead you unsheath Blackfyre and walk over to the traitorous men.
“My Queen,” Cregan interjects as he steps before you and blocks your path, “it should be me who should swing the sword for you. You shouldn’t have to carry out such a sentence.”
You face him through the rain that practically bathes you since you refused a cover, and argue. “No, I will do it. I have swung the sword more than once, and it is you who said the person who passes the sentence must also wield the sword. Yes?”
Cregan blinks in disbelief and his lips pull to a slight smirk before he steps aside to let you pass. When you reach the damned men, you point to a man they call Ser Perkin. “You first,” you sneer.
The guards drag him out to the middle of the platform and yank him to his knees.
“Now,” you add hesitantly. “Any last words?”
The man looks up at you to meet your burning glare, and then glances at the lord beside you with a piercing icy glare and drops his head to mutter. “I wish to take the black.”
Seven hells.
You groan and lower your sword because unfortunately when they ask to take the black, it’s something that must be done. Especially with the lord of the North here who holds the Night's watch in high regard.
“To his feet then,” you seethe through gritted teeth.
The guards yank him up and as soon as they do the other prisoners shout to be granted the same punishment—or mercy since they get to live. All except two. Ser Gyles Belgrave, and Lord Larys Strong.
“Any last words? Or do you wish to take black as well?” You ask the knight.
The knight looks up at you and shakes his head. “No. Lord Stark was right, a knight of the Kingsguard should not outlive his king."
You scoff with amusement and place yourself at his side to lift Blackfyre before you swing down and cut his head clean off. Now the only one that’s left is Lord Larys Strong.
“I told you,” you snap at him as you stride to him. “Snakes don’t bear well in the Winter.” You sheath your sword and smirk. “Do you wish to take the black Lord Larys?”
Said man looks at you confused as to why you put your sword away, but he still answers. “No, your grace I'll be going to a warmer hell if it please you...but I do have one last request. When I am dead, hack off my clubfoot with that great sword of yours. I have dragged it with me all through life, let me be free of it in death at least."
You sigh and think about it before you look at Cregan and give him a signaling nod.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, he knows your plan, so he approaches the man with his great and ancient sword, Ice.
“Your request will be granted before death, I have another method for your sentence, Lord Strong,” you let him know and smirk as a loud screech rips through the sky before Astraea descends from the clouds.
The crowd that surrounds the yard steps back out of fear as your dragon gets closer, leaving only Baela, and those who didn’t fear the dragon in their same spot. Cregan also knew Astraea, a lot better than most as he would ride her with you, he’d caress her snout when you lived in the North, so he stays by Lord Larys and swings his mighty sword down to take the club foot off.
Since it was a fake he didn’t scream or complain, he just looked at the dragon in fear as she landed right by your side.
“You don’t deserve the mercy of a quick death,” you tell Lord Larys while Cregan makes his way back to your side. “I’ll see you in hell Lord Strong. Dracarys.”
Astraea draws in a deep breath before she opens her mighty jaw and blasts out fire and bathes the man in her flames.
Yet perhaps your sentence was a mistake because the moment the fire begins to melt away the flesh from his bones he begins to scream out to the stormy sky, and you remember her.
You see her in the flames clear as day, as if you are back there again. As if she was here. You hear the screams that she lets out in your nightmares. You try to forget, remind yourself that it’s all over, that he’s gone and she is too. But as you watch Astraea eat Lord Larys, the memory flashes in your head again and you can’t help but begin to cry while you clench your fist so hard that your palms begin to bleed.
You even step forward as if trying to stop what’s going on. “Mother,” you whisper, but then a hand grabs your shoulder, causing you to jump so badly that you step back and grab the person by your side. When you look over at who grabbed you, you see Prince Namor. His brown eyes look at you with worry and once again you realize it’s all over.
Yet you still glance over and hope she’s there, but all you see is a circle of ash.
“Are you okay?” You recognize Cregan ask. And when you look at your side you see that it’s him you’re holding onto.
“I,” you mutter and clear your throat. “Yes.” You let him go and storm away. You walk and walk with tears in your eyes asking why it can’t all go away. Why does it still plague you so? Why did she have to die?
You find the roofs where you would hide away with Aemond, and keep torturing your mind with the same questions and the same memories over and over again without stop.
There comes a point where you can hardly breathe, where you can’t hear a thing besides your mind. And you can’t bring yourself to calm down, no matter how small you try to curl yourself into a ball, it keeps dragging on for hours.
There comes a point where you can breathe normally again, but the nightmares and flashes still torment you. It doesn’t stop until to your surprise Prince Namor finds you. He sits beside you and doesn’t speak, he sits in silence with you.
He doesn’t speak until the clouds clear from the sky and the stars shine above. “I lost my mother too when I was six. She…drowned in front of me and I couldn’t save her.”
You lift your head and look at him with pity.
“I know, I was just a child,” he adds what you were thinking. “But I still blamed myself. I still hated myself. And it would only get worse when I would have nightmares when I would see her in flashes at the smallest thing that reminded me of her or that moment…” he trails off and exhales deeply as he looks up at the stars.
“I know,” he continues softly. “It’s not the same, but when I saw you in the yard when I heard you call out for her, I knew what that longing and agony felt like. I never forget, even now that I’ve moved on.”
You sniffle and look at Prince Namor. “How did you move on?” You ask quietly. “No matter what I try and continue to see her. I have nightmares, I hear her in my mind. I want it to stop.”
Prince Namor looks down and meets your gaze. “You will never forget. The pain will go away, the nightmares will be forgotten, but you will never forget. But…” he sighs and offers you a kind smile. “What helped me move on was having a funeral for her. I…couldn’t bring myself to go to my mother's, so after a while, I had one myself.”
What remains of her is here, put away somewhere. They made sure to bring it along when you returned to King’s Landing. So you should at least thank them for that.
“Burn her pyre,” he adds. “And let her join the stars.”
Your lips tremble and you drop your head. “I..don’t want her to go yet,” your voice breaks.
“You have to let her go,” he says softly. “It will be okay. I swear. I’ll be there, your cousin will be there. It will all be okay.”
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*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*
“Aerion, leave that rock alone,” you try to scold your child. “Don’t put it in your mouth.”
Aerion has grown quite an attitude so he throws the rock down and looks at you with a pout.
Vanessa laughs and you try not to, but you can’t help but smile. Albeit he then throws himself back and you only barely manage to catch him.
“Oh, throwing tantrums now are we?” You ask the boy. “Hm. Why don’t you behave, Jaehaera is laughing at you.”
You glance over at the little girl and she covers her mouth as she continues to giggle.
You pull Aerion back up to his feet with one hand since you have Daenys on your lap, and watch your son begin to walk to your brother Aegon as he plays with his toys. Aerion then crouches and picks up a toy only to offer it to your brother. You smile and ignore the approaching footsteps until Vanessa clears her throat and tabs your hand.
You glance at her and see her looking to the side before she quickly stands up. You follow her line of gaze and see Cregan.
Seven hells! Fuck.
You’ve been avoiding him well for the past couple of days. Fuck!
“Your Grace,” he greets as he approaches your Queensguard blocking you from him.
Damn.
You stand up with your child in your arms and offer him a very small smile. “Lord Stark. It’s nice to see you. It’s okay, Ser Rodrick,” you tell your Knight. “You may stand aside.”
Said man nods and does as you say along with the others, leaving Cregan an open path. Yet he keeps his distance and bows his head.
“It’s an honor to finally be able to speak with you. It seems no matter how much I try I never can find you alone.” He says.
You scoff softly. “Well, my duties keep me busy now. I no longer am a ward.” You feign a laugh and give him this one time. This one chance.
You’re going to marry someone else after all. You need this.
“Dyana, take Aegon and Jaehaera back inside. Vanessa can stay here with me as I speak to Lord Stark.” You command, and watch the girl do just that before you glance at your Queensguard. And with only a simple look they walk away leaving you alone with Cregan.
“My old friend,” Cregan greets a lot more comfortably.
You scoff. “You’re older than me. Lord Stark.”
You’re angry at him but you don't show it here in front of the kids, instead, you smile and lift your baby. “Cregan, meet one of my twins, Daenys.” You introduce her.
Cregan looks at your child and tries to grab her hand but she turns away and hugs you instead.
“She’s just shy,” you let him know. “And a little grouchy.”
Daenys holds you tighter, making you giggle before you pull her back and hand her to Vanessa so you can walk over and bring Aerion over.
Cregan follows you and crouches down when you have your son at your side.
“This is my firstborn,” you say and caress Aerion’s head. “Aerion. Now my boy, why don’t you say hello.”
Aerion blinks and reaches down to grab a rock instead.
“How sweet,“ you mumble.
Aerion pulls his hand away from you to pick up the rock so you stand up and walk back to Vanessa to lastly take Daenerys.
“And this,” you say with pride. “This is Daenerys.” You turn and face Cregan as he now stands by you.
He doesn’t seem to notice her eyes at first, but he still offers her a gentle smile and a soft greeting. “Hello, little one. You look like your mother.”
Daenerys smiles at him and then reaches over to try and grab his Direwolf pin.
Cregan grins and pulls it off so she can touch it.
“Just be careful,” you warn him.
“I know,” Cregan assures you as he lets Daenerys feel the cold pin. When she tries to snatch it away he pulls back gently, making her look at him and meet his eyes.
And it's at that moment that he finally notices the difference; the other two had blue eyes like Aemond, but Daenerys’s eyes aren't blue, nor were they like yours, or those of your Velaryon family, Daenerys bore grey eyes like him.
Yet it's the familiarity of her eyes that makes his smile fade and causes your heart to skip a beat.
He stays quiet for a moment and just watches her, he thinks for a moment before he pulls his pin away and looks at you with a perplexed gaze. You smile and give him the answer to the question he doesn’t ask out loud. Cregan gasps softly and points at Daenys with his eyes, but you grab his arm to make him look at you.
And when he meets your gaze you shake your head. His eyebrows furrow, but you just sigh and caress Daenerys head. “So odd isn’t it?” You ask. “One twin with blue eyes. And the other with grey eyes.”
Cregan scoffs. “Truly I've never seen it before.” He says back and puts his pin away to look back at Daenerys with a smile. “May I?” He asks.
You nod. “Of course.” You hand him Daenerys, and she happily lets him hold her so she can continue to fiddle with the pin.
“I’ll have them make you one,” he tells the girl with excitement. “But in a pendant so you don’t poke yourself. Would you like that?”
He didn’t doubt you, or question you, he didn’t shun Daenerys, he seemed to be in awe of her right away.
Then again you once dreamed of having children together.
“She’s quite a happy baby,” you mention. “She smiles a lot. So it’s safe to say that she did not get that from her father.”
Cregan looks at you and stares at you for a moment before he chuckles. “Well, it’s good she got it from you then.”
You smile and watch him interact with Daenerys and you can’t help but think that this could’ve been your life with him. A good life with your children in Winterfell…
“You’ve been avoiding me,” Cregan says and makes you snap your eyes at him. “Why? Is your betrothed jealous?”
You scoff and take Daenerys from him. Daenerys then grabs your face before she pulls your hair and laughs.
“Aw well, aren't you a sweetheart?” You ask rhetorically and hand her to Vanessa before you look at Cregan. “Walk with me?”
“I can’t refuse a Queen now can I?” He says and follows you at your side as you begin to walk through the garden.
You smile and shake your head. “No, you cannot. It’s madness, isn’t it? Me being Queen.” You scoff softly and glance at the ground. “I never thought it would be a possibility.”
“Nor I, if I have to admit,” he says and glances at you. “Being Queen suits you though. You make a good Queen, a beautiful one at that.”
You shake your head. “You can’t say that to me,” you scold him softly.
“You aren't married yet, so I actually can. I actually can challenge your betrothed to a duel and I can take you back to Winterfell.”
You look at him and shoot him a pointed glare. “I’m a queen. I have my duties here. I can't just go back to Winterfell and be your Lady. Not after what happened, it can’t all be for nothing.”
“You killed Aegon, it won’t be for nothing, you’re allowed to live your life however you want now,” he argues. “You’re allowed to be happy, to give your children happy lives. And…Daenerys.”
“Daenerys is a Targaryen,” you correct him. “She will always be a Targaryen.”
Cregan stays quiet for a moment before he mutters. “She can still have a life in Winterfell.”
You shrug. “Perhaps, but not in the way you dream of. What you want can’t come true anymore,” you share the harsh truth and finally let out what has been trapped in your throat. “I can’t be your wife or your lady, I can’t be with you. You sealed that fate when you didn’t come. You were supposed to be there. My mother…”
“You know I tried to make it here to help,” he says and tries to comfort you by grabbing your shoulder, but you pull away. “But I have my people to help, I couldn’t abandon them.”
“You didn’t have to!” You argue. “You could've left someone there in your stead, and you could have helped her. You could have prevented her death, now…” you mewl as you’re on the verge of tears. “Every name day that passes, every year I get older I will see him killing her right in front of me,” you pause and begin to cry. “I will remember her body turning to ash, her turning to nothing, her dreams and her hopes burning away. I will remember that my brother won’t know her kindness, my own children will never know how sweet she was. I’ll never see her again. None of them.” You sniffle and stop to wipe away your tears.
Cregan stops walking and faces you with pity. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “Trust me there will never be a day where I don’t regret it. But do you really think your mother would’ve wanted you to marry someone you didn’t love? Have a life you hated?”
You scoff. “It doesn’t matter,” you grimace. “She’s dead. She’s gone! And the girl you loved died that day with her. So yes Lord Stark I will marry a man I don't love, I will live a life I will always hate. I have to.” You face him and sob. “I’m sorry we could never have a chance at a happy life. I’m sorry there are oceans keeping us apart now. I really did want some life with you, but the gods are cruel and we have to live our lives apart now.”
Cregan swallows thickly and rather than getting upset he closes the gap left between you and wraps you in an embrace.
You hesitate but you return the embrace, you dig your head in his chest one last time and let yourself have this one last time before never again.
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A/N- A couple more chapters until it’s over!
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【P】Platonic【P】 🆇Smut 18+🆇
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♡ Aemond Targaryen ♡
Lemon Cakes - Part One - Part Two - Part Three
Modern Aemond HCs
Courting HCs
Jealousy HC's
🆇Polaroid's Part 1🆇 🆇Missed You Part 2🆇
🆇Collar🆇
♡ Aegon Targaryen ♡
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Promise
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🆇Reward🆇
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Wrapping Presents
Birthday Celebrations
Neighbour part one Daughter part two
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🆇Nsfw Alphabet🆇
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🆇How to Treat a Princess🆇 (featuring Aegon)
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Frat Party Part 1- Frat Baby Part 2
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little miss too-many-wips has a new concept:
jacaerys' twin sister (younger by minutes, but long enough to be the spare) is sent north to negotiate with cregan stark (jace is kept near rhaenyra while they make war plans). she authorized to arrange marriages, including her own, to ensure that the northern army remains in the black's corner. she's not prepared for the wry wit, strength of presence, and frankly absolute rugged viking appearance of the young lord of winterfell. so, when he suggests a wedding between them to demonstrate the unwavering loyalty of the north to rhaenyra and her own support for them assured as queen, she has no problem agreeing to it.
so, she weds cregan in the godswood and he declares his and his bannermans support for their true queen (now his mother in law to boot) and news reaches winterfell not two full weeks later of lucerys' death. she wants to go to dragonstone immediately but can't, as it might be too dangerous flying over the bay. so she bides her time but eventually she runs away and leaves a not apologizing and explaining for cregan, that she needs to help her family in the way she can as a dragonrider, that she will be reunited with him when his army reaches the south.
i'm imagining so scenario where she's been captured by the greens and we get a cregan stark in full terrifying calm rage like "where. is. my. WIFE?"
EDIT I've written 8.3k words now
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I have a request 🙄🤭 threesome cregan Jace and reader no plot just smut maybe? Either modern or not
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Hope you like this story made especially for you!! please enjoy it and thank you for sending this request🤍 This is the first threesome I've ever written, so this is complete new territory for me, I hope I did good tho.💀
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PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon.
TAGS — canon!time, targcest (brother/sister), porn w/o plot, smut (threesome, F/M/M, oral sex - both receiving, face fucking, p in v, slight degrading, breeding, praising, spit, pussy slapping, belly buldge, overstimulation, aftercare), cursing, a tiny bit of cregan x jace, cregan and reader are betrothed, dom!cregan/switch!jace/sub!reader. If something is missing let me know!!
WORD COUNT — 2k.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.
Cregan loved to hear how overstimulated you were. His hands were gripping your thighs - keeping your legs spreaded. He saw how Jacaerys was eagerly lapping at your throbbing clit, moaning and whimpering against your flesh. You were crying already, tears of raw pleasure streaming down your face as your entire body trembled between his arms. You were barely able to hold it together anymore, laying against Cregan's chest - eyelids closing by themselves.
Jacaerys, your sweet brother, had no intention to stop. His tongue doing wonders as he dived it inside of you - his nose rubbing against your clit. His face was red and sweaty, covered in your slick after stealing three orgasm from you - yet it seemed he hadn't had enough. Your hips would twitch, trying to squirm away from his hungry mouth without success.
“Please, stop! It's- it's too much… I can't!” you mumbled, digging your nails in Cregan's arm. “Jace- Jace, please…”
The youngest man looked up from his position, his tongue still attached to your folds, slowly circling around your swollen pearl while his deep, brown eyes stared at you through a layer of lust. He searched for Cregan's approval, and he denied it.
“Don't listen to her,” he huskily said. His hot breath against your neck caused shivers down your spine. “She's a tough girl, right? I bet she can handle another one.”
“M-my lord… please…”
“What kind of host would I be if I don't make sure my guests are satisfied?” A deep laugh followed his words, a simple sound that almost pushed you over the edge. “Your dear brother hasn't finished his meal yet, be a good princess and keep your legs open for him, okay? He’ll know when it's enough.”
Jacaerys followed Lord Stark's words, indulging further in your taste until you were nothing but a mess between their arms. He would use his fingers to tease your entrance, pushing them in and then pulling them out to lick you off. He repeated this action multiple times, until you were cumming on his face once again and coating his long fingers with your slick. He hummed, delighted to drink from you, enjoying the sweetness of your release and devouring every single drop that came out of you.
Once he finally decided to pull away, you sighed - relieved that he had finally stopped and gave you time to rest. Cregan cooed against your ear, praising you with soft words as his thumbs wiped the tears that had fallen down your warm cheeks.
“Such a good job,” he murmured. “Taking everything we give you, huh?.”
“I'll never get tired of her taste,” Jacaerys added- almost in a whine, caressing your thighs. “So sweet, and so addictive.”
“Oh. Do you hear how greatly your brother speaks of you? He's so sweet, so nice to you- to us…” he added, looking at the Prince who was kneeling in bed in front of the both of you. “I think you should reward him for what he has done to you.”
Jacaerys whimpered, thrilled with the idea.
“Look at him, princess,” Cregan added, stretching his arm and holding Jace's cheek. His thumb brushed against his plump lips. “Our poor Prince has his lips sore after eating your sweet little cunt for too long ”
You observed in awe how your brother parted his lips to receive Cregan's thumb inside his mouth - his tongue twirling around his digit as his brown eyes glint with lust. A moan escaped from you, feeling the arousal pooling on your soaked flesh. The neediness inside your body only increased once you saw your lordship bringing his thumb to his own mouth, and tasting the mixture of your juices and Jace's drool. Your mouth parted, bewitched by the scene.
“Mhm…” he groaned in approval, “it still tastes like you.” He let out a throaty chuckle. “I suppose now it's time for you to give your dear brother a reward for what he did to you. He deserves it after being such a good boy, isn't that right?”
“Yes,” you breathed out, agreeing with him.
“What if… you suck his cock while I fuck you with mine? Doesn't that sound good?” Cregan proposed with a smile.
“Please,” your brother replied before you did.
Cregan looked at you for your consent and you effusively nodded - a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
You sighed tiredly once you felt his arms wrapping around your body and moving you around as if you were his doll. He did it so effortlessly, positioning you on your back with your head almost hanging from the edge of the bed and with a pillow below your hips. You noticed how he signed to your brother and he immediately moved until he was standing in front of your face - his leaking tip just mere inches away from your drooling mouth.
“Spread your legs for me,” Cregan commanded, and you immediately obeyed. Your exposed flesh was burning red, drenching with all the stimulation it had before, glistening under the dim lights of the candles and the fireplace. “So pretty…” he murmured, using his thumb to play with your clit, slowly drawing circles on it - you mewled. “I understand why your brother is so obsessed with you, my princess. You have the prettiest cunt in the whole fucking realm.”
He pulled away, enough to stand up from the bed and get rid of his pants. Seconds later, his hardness stood proudly as he crawled back at you, bouncing with every movement he made until he was towering your smaller frame. Cregan gathered his drool on his mouth to then let it fall right on top of your folds - he spreaded it with the head of his cock and, before you knew it, he was slowly stretching your tightness. Your walls would clamp around him, involuntarily trying to push him out as he struggled to sink deeper into you.
“Seven hells,” he grunted, “you're still struggling to take me, huh? Guess I'll have to fuck you more often then.”
As you felt the air leaving your legs with each thrust, you saw Jacaerys grabbing his cock and giving a few strokes at it. With his tip, he tapped on your swollen lips and you opened wide to receive him too. “There you go…” you heard him saying, before he let you wrap your mouth against him. “Mhm… so good,” he praised you.
The whine that escaped you once Cregan was fully sheathed on you was muffled due to your stuffed mouth. Both men moaned at the same time, looking at your body laying there, ready to be used as they pleased.
Gods, they truly loved their little princess.
Cregan was not being very patient as other times, and he quickly started to pound roughly against you, holding your hips to keep you in place as the movement made you take Jace deeper in your mouth. The youngest man started to move his hips too, unable to be still and longing for more - obsessed with the sight of your breasts bouncing in your chest with each thrust.
The main room in the Winterfell castle soon was filled with desperate panting and moaning. The sound of Cregan's body slamming against yours was buzzing in your ears while he managed to hit every right place inside your soft walls, abusing that sweet spot that would make you see stars behind your eyelids. All while you were choking around Jacaerys' cock, who was moving himself deeper with each passing second.
Both of your brother's hands wrapped around your throat to find some stability, this gesture made you cry out in pleasure - loving the way you felt with his hands around your neck.
“Come on, little one,” he grunted as he looked down at your drooling mouth, receiving him so eagerly while you gagged and gulped around him. “I know you can take me deeper… Go on- oh fuck, just like that… shit.”
“Who would've thought that our Princess was such a good slut?” Cregan added, breathless as dig his nails on your hips. “Can't wait to marry our little whore and fill her with my seed until she's round with my pups…” The way your walls squeezed him so tightly made him know that you loved the idea too. “Perhaps I'll let your brother fill this cunny too, mhm? Bet you would love it- fuck… ”
Jacaerys hands involuntarily tightened his grip around your throat, and you knew he was getting closer. “Fuck- M’so close…” he whined. “Fuuck…”
“Imagine it, my prince,” Cregan teased him, smirking as he locked eyes with him. “Her pretty cunny leaking with your seed, her belly filled and round. Isn't that such a pretty sight?”
“Y-yes…” he mumbled, struggling to keep his movements steady. “Oh, fuck… yes.”
His eyes closed as he leaned his head back, and suddenly his length escaped from your lips - you gasped. He peaked right there, letting a few drops of his seed spurt on your breasts before he would put his cock back into your mouth so you could swallow the rest. You eagerly licked it all, cleaning him as felt his legs getting weak with the subtle overstimulation you were providing him - yet, it felt too delicious to stop.
“What a piece of art,” Cregan mumbled, seeing your skin being tainted by pearly drops. “So fucking pretty.”
Jacaerys fell on his knees next to you, you felt his hand slipping down your body as Lord Stark pounded against you like a savage. Your brother's fingers found your swollen pearl, slowly stroking it while you were being filled. Cregan groaned in approval, fastening his pace.
The creamy sound of your juices covering his cock was so obscene, bringing a slight embarrassment to you - Gods, you were so wet. With the overstimulation you were receiving once again, you felt closer to edge faster than you thought.
“Come on, my pretty girl,” Jace cooed in your ear as he peppered soft kisses around it. “I know you're so close… you were so good to us, letting us use you as we pleased. You deserve to cum.”
His fingers stopped tracing figures on your clit, only to replace it with soft taps against your sensitive flesh. You mewled.
“Look how deep Cregan is,” he mentioned with a smirk. “I can see it in your tummy…”
“M’so close…” you mumbled. “Gods! Please, I need it so bad…”
Jace removed his hand from your core, taking it to your mouth where he slipped in two fingers. You receive them eagerly, twirling your tongue around it and sucking them off as you taste yourself. Meanwhile, Cregan grabbed the back of your legs, pressing your thighs against your body and going deeper and harder against you. You tried to keep up with the intensity of it all, but it was too much - tears were falling down your face as you were fucked against the mattress, barely able to move.
“Come on, let me feel you, princess,” he grunted as he buried his face on your neck. “Want you to fall apart in my arms…”
Your skin was burning and you were gasping, trying to fill your lungs with the air they needed - Cregan would grunt against your skin, being loud and shameless as he was about to reach his peak. You suddenly felt the waves of an intense orgasm washing over you as you released your pleasure in spurs, soaking the sheets beneath you and your Cregan's hair trail. That sight must have been the limit for him, who immediately filled you up with his seed, covering your insides with his pearly drops until it started to leak out of you.
His body pressed against yours as he tried to calm down. His length would twitch inside you each time you clenched around him, until he was absolutely dried and spent.
Jacaerys went to look for something to clean you up, almost moaning when he saw Cregan pulling out of you and his seed oozing from your entrance. Such an obscene view had both men drooling.
You were too tired to even move, so after they made sure to wipe out the sticky mess between your legs, they grabbed your body and took you to the center of the bed - laying between them. Right in that moment, you felt like you were in heaven, being pampered by the two men you loved the most and receiving all the attention you desired.
The fact that this was your future brought a smile on your face.
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Kissing over their scars
Aegon: The touch of your lips on his scars is one that gives him chills each time. It not only feels physically good to have your attention on those marks on his body but also emotionally. It makes him feel loved and desired, even with such imperfections.
Aemond: He appreciates that you are not repulsed by his scars. He is thankful for your acceptance and appreciates your desire to caress the area surrounding them. While he feels uncomfortable discussing the details of the injury itself, he is not opposed to the showing of affection to that specific part of his body.
Jacaerys: As Jacaerys felt the touch of his partner's lips upon his scars, the sensations stirred beneath his skin. The memories and pain that were once associated with those scars turned to comfort and warmth. He knew that you understood his past and accepted him for who he was. As you continued to kiss, he let go of the pain and embraced your love.
Lucerys: He would blush madly, feeling a rush of both happiness and embarrassment. His scars represent a dark, painful chapter of his life, and he wouldn't want anyone to know the full truth. But the feeling of someone close to him kissing them would be so sweet and intimate that he would find it hard to look away. He might even move around slightly to give you better access to his scars.
Rhaenyra: If you were to kiss her scars, she would likely react by being both surprised and touched. She may pull away at first out of surprise, but if she felt a deep connection with you, she would likely lean into your affection and allow you to continue. This would be a deeply intimate and meaningful moment for her, as it would show her that you are accepting and supportive of all parts of her and your relationship. She may also feel a sense of vulnerability in allowing someone else to see her scars, which could further strengthen your bond.
Daemon: As the warm caress of your lips lingered on each scar, he couldn't help but close his eyes and revel in the sensations. The comfort and connection of your touch were more potent than any pain or fear he had before. Time seemed to stand still as you slowly embraced him with an intimate kiss. He leaned into you, feeling a deep sense of vulnerability but also trust. Your mouth, warm and supple, teased a deep and primal desire within. His entire frame was awash with pleasure until you pulled back, and he opened his eyes slowly looking at you with a smile on his face.
Alicent: Her face reddens at the boldness of the action, the surprise and pleasure from the kiss combined. She moves slightly closer to you, wanting more contact and intimacy. She can feel her face heat up, and she closes her eyes for a moment when the kisses end, to savor the sensation for a little longer. She wants you to keep kissing them, wanting to keep feeling your soft lips on her scars. The sensation is so powerful that it makes her forget her previous shyness and pulls you closer.
Helena: As you kiss her scars, she'll close her eyes and allow herself to be vulnerable and feel the moment. The light caress of your lips awakens something deep within her soul. She longs for the intimacy of your connection. Her body reacts to the touch of your lips, and she knows you feel it, too. She opened her eyes slowly and met your gaze, your faces so close to each other that you could kiss. It is only a matter of time, she thinks to herself. She leans in and...
Harwin: The first time he was kissed on his scars, he felt a mixture of emotions. On one hand, he was happy to be loved and accepted for his flaws. But on the other hand, he felt very vulnerable and exposed. The kiss reminded him that even though he had overcome difficult times in his life, the scars were still visible, and it was still a part of his past. He was also reminded that someone else knew the pain he had endured and that someone else's lips could heal what once had cut deep and wounded him.
Cregan: Kisses on his scars bring a warm and intimate feeling, as if you doing it is showing your affection and appreciation for him and his past. Each scar marks a unique experience, and it brings him joy to know that you appreciate and value these experiences as much as he does. He is always reminded of your care and attention towards him whenever you kiss or touch his scars, and it brings him deep satisfaction to know that he is being loved and accepted despite the physical flaws and imperfections.
Criston: He is taken aback by the sudden contact, but slowly begins to relax once he realizes the care and love underlying the act. He may blush at the unexpected attention, and his heartbeat quickens out of anticipation. The sensation of your soft lips on his damaged flesh sends tingles throughout his body, and he'll find himself longing for more.
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