#Rhaenerys Targaryen
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To Love A Dragon: Part 1
Summary: “Two children, born of cruelty, one of fire and one of ice. Of old and new, by fire and blood, a story unfolds.” -prophecy spoken by Visenya after the birth of her granddaughter
Notes: I am incapable of writing one part fics anymore, so here’s part one of a miniseries about Sihtric and Rhaenerys that takes place during season 2. It’s short but I have more planned for it.
Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Rhaenerys Targaryen
Word Count: 1722
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: N/A
Part 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom or A Song Of Ice And Fire nor do I own any of the images used.
Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose
Sihtric had heard tales of the lands beyond the ocean, where old magic and dragons rule the land. When he was younger, he thought of them just as stories, tall tales to keep young children in line. But now he sees that they weren’t just tales. They were real. Very real.
Dunholm was a flurry of activity, his father even more on edge than usual. Kjartan wasn’t one to let many things get under his skin, but his tense stance and shifting eyes betrayed his fear. Scouts had returned claiming there was a dragon in the area, the men so damned terrified they could hardly speak. Sihtric had been keeping out of the way, before rushing to the ramparts when everyone else started to crowd the high walls.
He heard it before he saw it, the thunderous beating of wings before a massive dragon swooped down out of the sky, a deafening roar rolling across the land. He stood there, frozen in place as he watched the black and purple beast fly towards his home, his fear giving way to a sense of awe. It was only then he saw a saddle strapped to the dragon, the scaled beast flying close enough to the ramparts that Sihtric could just barely make out a woman in the saddle, her white hair blowing wildly behind her. He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her laughter and by the gods did he want to hear it again.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, an actual Targaryen in Northumbria, but he couldn’t linger in his thoughts for too long, the sound of Tekil calling him pulling him from his reverie. Before he even made it to the old warriors side, he was told to pack his things and be at the stables to leave before nightfall to find where the dragon and its rider were camped at. He kept his head down and did his tasks quickly, knowing that Kjartan and Tekil were in rare form after the sight of a dragon flying over the fortress. The wooden walls could hold back a decent army, but they wouldn’t stand a chance against a dragon if it decided to attack.
The small scouting party left shortly afterward, the dust being stirred up as they made their way along the road with haste in the direction the scouts claimed the dragon flew from. Everyone was on edge, the arrival of the Westerosi royal could mean anything. Traveling merchants had spun tales of the conquest of Westeros, enrapturing Sihtric ever since he was a small boy and now, he may have to live those terrifying tales. He wasn’t sure what he would prefer, a fate to remain at the hands of his father or hope the dragon rider would show him more mercy than he’d known if conquest was their mission. He should’ve known better to put the choice to the Norns, because they always spin your fate in ways you wouldn’t expect.
They rode for a day, finding the camp with ease due to the size of it. After stashing the horses where they would camp for the night and finding a place to hide out and observe, Sihtric noticed the camp was a flurry of activity. There were people everywhere, men in metal suits wandering around while servants of all kinds hurried about to do their tasks. While the young Dane wouldn’t say it out loud, the sight of the three headed dragon banners fluttering around the camp and the idea they were spying on one of the more powerful and well known royal families deeply unsettled him, and he couldn’t foresee an outcome where they walked away with their lives.
The party made camp far from the royal retinue, Tekil and the older warriors coming up with a strategy to infiltrate the camp and learn what they could before heading back to Dunholm. Sihtric sat quietly, sharpening his axe as he listened to the words they spoke. Something in his gut told him they would have a much harder time blending into the crowd here, that this would not be a simple scouting mission. In the short time since he laid eyes on the encampment, the amount of armored and armed men patrolling the area was more than expected. This was no Saxon guard they were spying on, this was the Targaryen retinue, and there were easily more guards in this one’s household guard than all of Northumbria combined. He fell into an uneasy sleep, praying to the gods they would survive this endeavor.
Dawn came sooner than he would’ve liked, the small campsite packed quickly while Tekil pulled Sihtric off to the side and informed him what the plan was. He was to sneak into the camp while Tekil and the others caused a distraction, locate the command tent, find out who and why they were here, then meet the rest of the crew at the village a half day’s ride from there before they would all return home. If Sihtric was caught, he was to say nothing about why he was there and if he didn’t make it to the town before noon, they would leave him. A simple enough task, but one that had Sihtric nervous beyond belief.
Once Tekil’s distraction was in motion, a large smoke signal that sent just enough guards off to investigate, Sihtric was able to sneak in with relative ease. He slipped between the tents, steady avoiding those awake and working as the sun began to crest the horizon. He started to panic the longer he snuck around, walking deeper and deeper into the heart of the camp until he found the largest and fanciest tent. Assuming that was where he needed to look, he deftly slipped through the entrance, narrowly avoiding being seen by a large older man in the brightest armor Sihtric had ever laid eyes on.
The tent was separated into sections, a desk covered in correspondence and a plush sitting area in the front with wooden screen dividers hiding the big bed and a copper tub in the back. Sihtric stopped breathing for a moment, noticing that there looked to be a person asleep on the mattress and deciding to make it quick before he got caught. He carefully stepped towards the desk, suddenly very grateful that Tekil had made sure he could at least read or he would’ve been done for.
He quickly searched the mess of papers, locating a letter from the newly crowned King Guthred to a one King Maegor, talking about a potential marriage alliance with Maegor’s daughter, Princess Rhaenerys. While there was no mention as to what all the alliance would entail, there was a location for them to meet in person to discuss the details. Satisfied with the intel he collected, Sihtric stuffed the letter into his leathers just as the sleeping person started to stir. With the noises at the front of the tent getting louder, indicating the arrival of more people, he knew time was up and he needed to leave now.
Keeping himself pressed against the wall of the tent, Sihtric tiptoed past the divider and around the tub, keeping his eyes on the shifting form of the waking person. When they sat up, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Sihtric nearly tripped over his own feet at the sight of the beautiful woman. Her long silver white hair was unbound, tumbling over her eyes as the silk sheet exposed her fair skin, covered by some fancy nightgown that he knew was not made in these lands. He knew he needed to keep moving, that Tekil was waiting for him and lingering here any longer was a death wish. As he reached for the opening at the back of the tent, his eyes locked with two deep purple ones, a confused look spreading across the young woman’s face. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, Sihtric’s heart beating rapidly within his chest as some strange feeling took hold of his heart in that moment.
He nodded once, before rushing out and not looking back, sneaking back through the camp before breaking into a run where his horse was. The journey to the rendezvous point went briskly, Sihtric’s mind a whirlwind as the adrenaline of being seen and seeing that stunning woman took over. He couldn’t explain it, but it was like something clicked into place for him. He had no words for his emotions, but they were stronger than ones he’d felt before. As he rode hard along the dusty road, he knew his fate had changed drastically.
Rhaenerys sat in her bed for a few moments, trying to determine if the strange, albeit handsome, man was another figment of her erratic dreams or if he had been real. Her ladies maids entered the tent, pulling her from her thoughts as their familiar voices filled the air. She could hear them talking about some false alarm the guards investigated around dawn, a fire having been set by some locals probably but it had the knights on edge now. Rhaenerys rolled her eyes and got ready for the day, the mismatched eyes she had seen never leaving her thoughts for long.
They looked familiar, reminding her of a wolf she used to dream about when she was younger. Once, her grandmother said that her dream was an omen, one that meant she would meet someone who embodied a duo eyed wolf and that she would know when the time was right. As cryptic and vague as that answer was when she was a child, she couldn’t help but think how correct it was in this moment. It meant he had been real and she wondered if their paths would cross again.
Her ladies finished dressing her in her riding leathers, tying the last knot when Rhaenerys noticed a letter missing from her desk. A wry smile formed on her lips, the knowledge that she would likely see that man again when she arrived in Cumberland to determine whether or not King Guthred was worthy of her hand, filling her with a new sense of determination. As she greeted the bustling camp and new day with a smile, ready to finish this long journey and discover that strangers place in her future.
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rhaenerys targaryen. ( quick info )
full name: Rhaenerys Targaryen
nicknames: rhae, nerys, rider of viserion
parents: Khal Drogo ( father ) & Daenerys Targaryen ( mother )
faceclaim: millly alcock ( younger ) ; kathryn winnick ( older )
Viserion's Rider ( claimed him when she was a young girl )
fluent in valyrian and dothraki
personality is a mix between her parents, but when provoked a lot more of her father tends to come out.
will add more as the story goes....
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Cregan stark imagine pure fluff where you rhaenerys sister and marry to cregan and you’re know around the seven kingdoms to always being pregnant you have around 5 children already and the ones coming soon filled with dragon and wolf blood. Nobody dares to attack the targeryans as they know they have the wolfs with them as well as their dragons
AN: Hi, I hope you like it x
“It seems your sister is with child.” The voice of Corlys moved into the war room of Dragonstone. His wife by his side. “Again..” Daemon’s voice joined the conversation as he lounged onto the chair; a book on his lap. A couple of chuckles were his response. It was no secret that the Targaryen Princess had many children.
“How many is that now?” Rhaenyra couldn’t help but ask. The letters were few and far between from her and Winterfell. Her sons’ ears moved as they heard about their aunt they wanted to learn more about. “This will be her sixth, Princess.” Corlys hummed as he moved to sit down. “Fuck.” Daemon muttered.
Rhaenyra chuckled as she took the letter being passed to her. “She always wanted a big family.” She whispered mostly to herself. A soft smile tugged on her lips as she thought of her darling sister. Daemon’s soft eyes followed. As much as his talk teased his niece; he was glad it had been a happy match.
He had worried about her being sent somewhere so cold. It seemed you had only blossomed. “She has invited us over.” Rhaenyra’s voice came over the room once more; she could hardly conceal her excitement. “Oh, can we go mother, please?” Luke began to babble now; his eyes so excited.
“It is very cold, my sweet and a long journey even with dragons.” Rhaenyra whispered; her fingers moving through her son’s curls. “It might be good, Princess. To see your sister again and you could rest there.” Rhaenys hummed and watched as the heir to the throne gently moved her hand over her stomach.
“It might be a good idea.” Daemon added and placed the book to one side as he slowly moved towards her. Rhaenyra leaned into his chest with her mind already made up.
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“I believe we have much to prepare.” You whispered into Cregan’s ear. The furs covering you both even as the fire crackled in the distance. His larger hand moved to your stomach that had a small bump now. “They are coming to visit?” Your husband hummed; his eyes still shut as he rested.
You nodded your head as your hand slowly moved over his face; your fingers stroking his cheek. Gods, he was so handsome, you thought to yourself as those bright locks of yours fell down from the intricate braids. “We should leave the bed.” You giggled as the sun was slowly moving up now.
He only gumbled and kept you impossibly closer. “Cregan.” You whispered into his ear once more. Your soft lips moving over his neck as you began to pepper his face; your noses brushing together. The peaceful moment did not last long; it never did as the pitter patter of many feet began to move in.
“Mama…she pulled my hair..” The calls of their children easily echoed around the room now as Cregan groaned; hiding into the pillow. You only giggled and kept the covers up; hiding your bare bodies. “What are you all doing up?” You whispered; a soft smile coming over your face as three out of your five children came in. Your only two girls and a boy.
“She pulled my hair.” Your youngest pouted once more whilst beginning to crawl onto the bed. “I did not.” You only blinked; knowing that they probably both pulled each other's hair. “This is your fault.” A faux gasp escaped him before chuckles sounded out. His eyes began to flutter open now.
“Your children are here.” You hummed and gracefully pulled a fur cover with yourself and wrapped it around your body. “Oh, my children..” He teased you back much to the delight of your youngest ones. “I shall go and see where the rest of them are.” You hummed over your shoulder and watched happily as they moved into your husband’s sides. Their laziness all came from him.
“I shall see to the dragons.” You spoke over the changing area. Cregan only hummed and you rolled your eyes. The soft, fur covered white dress easily moved over your body even with the growing bump. You placed your bright locks in a loose braid down your back as you moved from the changing area.
Cregan was now awake and was sat up. Their conversations were hushed as you stepped closer. His hand reached for yours without breaking his moment with the children, which you adored. You leaned in and passionately captured his soft lips. “I love you.” He whispered into your ear.
“Are you eating with us tonight?” You gently asked; your fingers moving through your daughter’s hair. Usually your husband hunted with the other Northern Lords; proving for his family and theirs. “I will.” Cregan hummed; pressing a soft kiss to your jaw before you gracefully moved from the room; your hand on your stomach.
“Princess..” Your sworn shield bowed as you moved into the corridor. “Morning, do you know where my sons are?”
“They are training, my Princess.” You nodded as he replied and you began to move through the corridors. Of course they were, you thought to yourself. A soft smile coming over your face as you thought of your oldest. Your first children; two delightful twins that were so much like their father.
The sounds of swords smashing together came over you as your smile only widened. “Should you not be asleep?” You hummed; walking over the viewing platform. Snow is already covering it and the floor below where your two boys fought. “No, mother..” Your oldest called up to you; getting hit in the process.
You moved your hand over your lips to hide the giggle coming over you. You watched as they chased each other around the courtyard whilst you moved gracefully down the stairs. Little children of the smaller Lords and Ladies came running over to you as always and you began to speak with them.
“Can we see the dragons?” One of the little girls asked and you could only giggle. “In a little while, sweet one. They must be sleeping.” You hummed. Your fingers moved over her locks for a moment before your sons were calling you once more. They were quite greedy for your attention. Something else they got from their father.
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Secret Ties
Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary: Y/N Velaryon was the adopted child of Rhaenerys and Laenir. Taken in as a babe and was the daughter of house Velaryon and treated as one. Even though the blacks and greens have bad blood. Y/N and Aemond have always shared a secret love for one another. As war begins, the two decide to set their own fate and seal a promise made long ago.
WARNING: smut 🔥🔥( minors DNI!)
THE SUN BEGAN TO SET AS Y/N DESCENDED down from her dragon Meela. Her dragon calmed as Y/N came over and held her hand on her dragons cheek. Leaning into her and hugging the dragon closely.
"I thought you'd never come." The man said and caused Y/N to turn quickly and there she saw Aemond. She saw that he changed his appearance since the last time she saw him. His hair was now shorter, his eye patch covered his scarred eye, and the clothes he wore won't green or black, but red.
She looked as he wore a cloak, hiding the clothes underneath him and his identity.
"It's hard trying to get away from my mother, she's already sending my brothers to defend." Y/N said and went over to Aemond and hugged him tightly. "You know once we do this, there's no going back."
"I didn't plan on going back on my word." Aemond said and lifted Y/N chin to make her look at his one eye. "I don't care what happens next only to be there with you."
She felt her eyes tear up and she kissed him gently, feeling the warmth of his lips soothed her and calmed her nerves.
She knew it wasn't going to be easy but she was willing to risk it all for him.
Y/N was an orphaned baby, an old maid of Rhaenrys's had given birth to her and when the news of her death caused Rhaenrys to take action.
She convinced Laenor to take in the baby and they had decided to raise her and bring her up to house Velaryon. Of course, Alicent, Aemond's mother had resentment.
Alicent believed Y/N was a lucky brat, that even though she was treated as a princess of house Velaryon she would always be just a handmaiden like her birth mother.
And of course Aemond never believed it, he would listen to his mother about many things but Y/N was never a hand maiden to him.
She was there for him when his brother and nephews teased him. She would let him go on her dragon whenever he pleased and almost felt that it was their shared dragon.
They were close and though Alicent and Rhaenrys's distaste's for one another always grew, the love between Aemond and Y/N grew stronger.
The day Aemond lost his eye it changed everything, everything that happened that day made Y/N worry even more about the feud.
After everyone had cleared from the room and left Aemond with his blood face and stitches that now covered his lost eye, Y/N stayed and washed the blood with a warm rag.
He promised her and she promised him that they would both be each other's half.
They knew they would be together and no one could part them not even their mothers' hatred.
Once the king had died they knew they had to marry. Her mother was already willing to marry Y/N to the Lannister heir to gain alliance and Alicent was going to have Aemond marry Jocelyn Baratheon.
Y/N sent a letter to Aemond secretly and asked him to meet her across the waters and to their secret place hidden in the mountains.
She secretly grabbed a white gown Aemond bought her and told her mother she was going to see to her dragon.
And now they were standing with each other hand in hand and ready to go where they needed.
They walked for a few miles, feeling the wind through their hair and smelling the faint scent of grass and the hint of sage.
A man was there in a dressed attire, holding a book and waiting for the couple under a tree. Y/N gripped Aemon's hand and as they approached the man, the old man gently smiled.
"Have you brought what you needed?" The man asked and Aemond nodded and under his cloak had a small sack.
In the sack had a chalice and a blade, handing to the older man and he took them gently and looked at them both.
"Let us begin." He said. "May you take hands."
Aemond and Y/N stood in front of each other and held hands, both of them couldn't stop smiling and Y/N began to tear up as she dreamt of this for years.
"Before us we are standing in front of the gods as we bless this union." He said. "Of House Targaryen and House Velaryon, we wed you two to become one and to love each other and honor each other as you both shall live."
The old man took Aemond's hand first and sliced his hand letting his blood poor into the chalice, then doing it again with Y/N. He then added wine to mix it together and held it front of them.
"Drinking this will make you one, blood shared by each other and bringing blood together." He said and Aemond raised the drink to Y/N's lips and she drank it, looking up as Aemond watch intensely and smirking.
Y/N held the chalice up to his lips and did the same and smiled as he drank every drop.
The old man then grabbed a cloth and tying their hands together with their cut hand and sealed it.
"Kiss and you will be complete, the houses United and the black and green flames will desist." The old man told them.
The two of them kissed intensely, Y/N touching Aemond's cheek and Aemond sneaking his free arm around her waist and holding her close.
Once they parted, the man bowed to them in honor.
"Congratulations, Prince Aemond and Princess Y/N Targaryen." He said. "May you live in everlasting bliss."
The man took his leave and Aemond held Y/N close looking at the sea below from the high mountain.
"We are married, truly married." Y/N said happily and held his hand tight.
"There is one more thing we have to do." Aemond smirked and Y/N blushed and giggled as Aemond lifted her up in his arms. "I've waited years to ravish you, you've given me kisses and a harden cock but I'm not stopping tonight until you are completely asleep."
Her core tingled at the thought and kissed him hungrily as Aemond carried her.
"Aren't we going back to our dragons?" Y/N asked as she looked back and Aemond chuckled.
"I actually have a surprise for you my love." He said and walked up a stony path that they had walked a million times before.
He stopped abruptly and placed Y/N down gently. He took her hands and smiled down at her.
"Close your eyes my love." He said and Y/N looked at him suspiciously and caused him to laugh. "I promise it's a good surprise, trust me."
She smiled and closed her eyes and Aemond grabbed her hand and led her closer and closer until he stopped in front of a display and kissed her cheek.
"Open." He said and Y/N did as she was told and she couldn't believe what stood before her.
It was a tree that they had been to before, where they put their initials in. Near the tree had lanterns and fruit for them. A nice fur blanket on the grass and a pillow as well.
She looked in shock and amazement as Aemond waited for her to speak.
"I know this is where we spent-" Aemond was talking until the words were taken from his lips and Y/N kissed him passionately.
She touched his face and pulled away.
"Fuck me my love, ravish me." She said and for the first time Aemond had been left speechless. He's never heard her so bold.
"As you wish my princess." He said and lifted her up and carried her to the fur blanket and laid her down.
He began to take off her dress, ripping the corset to get to her body. He growled as she moaned, kisses he began to deliver across her neck and chest.
He pulled the top of her wedding dress down and looked at her breasts in all its glory. She blushed and tried to move her head but Aemond saw and touched her face.
"Don't close your eyes princess." He said and took one of her breasts in his mouth and began to suck and bite. Teasing her nipple and making her moan loudly and grip his hair.
Her core thumping violently and causing electricity to jolt throughout her entire body.
"Aemond." She cried out as she watched him switch from one to the other every so often.
She looked down at his crotch and could see his hardened member, begging for release.
"Let me help you m-my love." She said as she unzipped his trousers and as she did, her checks blushed as she looked at his large member.
The tip was red and leaking, she never had seen it. She of course had felt it through Aemond's pants. She always fantasized what it looked like and when she finally had seen it, she was scared and aroused.
She gently grabbed it and touched the precum that was leaking, lubing his hardened member as she moved her hand up and down.
"Yes, f-fuck." Aemond grunted as he decided to use his fingers to touch her folds.
They both shuddered in pleasure, both helping one another come undone. Feeling everything and feeling closer than they had ever been.
"Ae-Aemond, please." She whine and Aemond smirked and removed his hands, making her whimper.
Aemond then manhandled her and had her back on the ground, looking up to him with her does eyes filled with lust.
"What would like my wife? Hmm, what shall I do with you." He asked and she reached up to his cheek and placed her hand over his patch.
She could see the hesitation in his eyes, and leaned up to kiss his eyepatch.
"I want to see you, all of you." She said and Aemond, looked nervous, but Y/N placed her hand over his, and once he removed his eye patch, the beautiful sapphire looked down at her.
"I love you." She cried and that's all it took for Aemond to fully snap. To finally break and for his urges to fully take over.
He grabbed her face and at the same moment he kissed her, he decided to push his cock into her. She cried out but Aemond's kiss silenced her.
It felt as if the world stayed still, he stayed there to let her adjust and could already feel the break of her virgin walls.
"Can I move my love?" Aemond asked and she had a few tears building up, and only nodded. She exhaled as she felt him move. "Squeeze my arm love."
Y/N instantly squeezed his arm as he began to move and thrust in and out. He kissed her cheeks and whispered nothing but affections as she adjusted.
As the thrust began to become consistent, the pleasure began to rise and the pain went away. Her quiet cries turned into loud moans.
"Yes, oh gods, Aemond." Y/N moved her hands to his back, and scratched softly.
"That's it, you feel amazing love." Aemond said. "No one is meant to touch you but me, say it."
Aemond growled and used his fingers to rub her clit, that did it for Y/N as she felt her release come closer and closer.
"Only you are meant to touch me. Only you." She cried and Aemond started to lose control and fuck her relentlessly.
The sound of his skin slapping against her, her moans were louder than the crickets and frogs. All she did was beg and claw at his back to cum and he was willing to give his wife anything.
If she had asked to kill Aegon, he would do it. Nothing would stop him from this moment. He'd kill everyone in the world if it meant staying in her velvet walls.
"I-I'm going to-to-" Aemond kissed her and placed his forehead against hers.
"Yes, cum for me, cum for me my love." Aemond said and began to swear in Valayrian.
She cried out and her entire body fell onto the blanket as her legs began to shake, and her walls clamped around Aemond's shaft.
Aemond thrusted in her a few more times until he moaned out and felt his seed fill her. He smiled and thrusted one last time and fell down on top of her.
She squealed as she felt his weight and she laughed.
"You weigh a ton, as much as a dragon." She told him and thrusted in her and caused her to moan.
"What a mean thing to say to your husband." Aemond said and flipped them over so she was on top of him, and his softening dock began to harden again. She felt drowsy and Aemond laid her against his chest and ran his fingers through her hair.
"Sleep, sleep and dream only of us." He said and kissed her sweaty forehead. He grabbed some of the blanket to cover themselves and held her close.
"My princess." He said and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts only be consume of Y/N, his new bride.
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𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓶𝓷𝓮𝓭
Aegon Targaryen x Sister Targaryen Oc
A/N: Second part of My Brother's Keeper. Again ,not my best work but I hope you all gonna like it nonetheless.
English is not my native language. Sorry for any mistakes.
Part 1
Rhaenerys stared at Dragonstone, which became clearer and bigger with each beat of her dragon's wings.
Behind her was Rhaenys on Meleys back, and Sunfyre, faithfully following her rider, who still held his sister's hand like a last resort.
Aegon didn't say a word to her, burying his head in the hollow of her neck, fighting his own battle in his mind, and the woman in front of him wasn't planning to interrupt him.
As she descended to land, she felt her heart beatiting harder, leaping up to her throat. She couldn't have foreseen what would happen when they arrived at the castle, she was not able to. All she could do was pray that her earlier words would prove true.
She walked through the darkened corridors, steered her steps towards the main hall. The guards did not question her presence or inquire about the reason for her arrival, allowing her to move freely towards the desired goal, which was her older sister.
When the white-haired woman saw her, she smiled, but the corners of her mouth quickly fell, seeing her serious expression and Aegon with Rhaenys behind her back.
-Sister, you came back quickly - the woman noticed - Has something happened that you decided to change your plans?
Rhaenerys walked slowly towards her.
-I would prefer you to sit down - she said in a remarkably calm voice, as if nothing had happened before the morning.
-I am not made of glass - she announced, grabbing the hands of the white-haired princess standing in front of her - So tell me what's going on and why our younger brother came to visit me.
-Our father ... he's dead - she said softly, and seeing the realizations in Rhaenyra's eyes, she squeezed her hands tighter -Alicent wants to put Aegon on the throne, but you are the rightful ruler and you will sit on the iron throne. They already know we ran away, but they don't know where, although I suppose the first place they will check will be Dragonstone- she confessed, glancing at her uncle.
-I'll call the council - Daemon announced, not hiding anger mixed with regret.
-Why ... why did you take Aegon with you?- the princess asked, frowning slightly.
Her sister looked back. The white-haired man was still standing in the same place, stiffened, watching.
-Leave us - the young woman unexpectedly informed - Lead the prince to my chamber - she added, glancing at the standing guards.
With the two sisters alone, their eyes held wordless conversation most of the time, neither was sure how to start or what to say.
-I avoided bloodshed - Rhaenerys confessed -The only thing that could tear down the house of the dragon is itself. I don't want to let our family prove that this claim is true, Rhaenyra- she added.
-That is why there is a man here with you, whose is search by half of the kingdom- the woman remarked surprisingly coldly.
-What do you think I was supposed to do? - white-haired Targaryen asked - I couldn't leave him, I gave us extra time and delivered news to you about the betrayal. And you're only interested in why Aegon is here.
-You put our life in danger, I know that our brother is close to you, but do you really think that tearing him out of greedy hands of greens is a good idea? I do not want to start my reign in the ashes of other people death bodies- said the princess, leaning on the stone table.
-Do you hear yourself future queen? - asked the young woman, not hiding the irritation that grew in her - Or you so blinded by the jealousy and bitterness towards your siblings, who from birth were treated better by the people than us?
Rhaenerys, no longer wanting to participate in a conversation that was getting nowhere, departed from her older siblings. Disappearing behind the door, leaving them alone with their own mind.
She felt tired and could no longer listen to the stubborn beliefs of the people around her.
Aegon, hearing the sound of the entrance opening, turned his head towards it.
His sister walked over to him without a word, hiding her head in the hollow of his neck, as he did many times when he needed to feel safe.
The prince embraced the violet-eyed immediately, trying to protect her from the outside world as she did with him mant times. He wanted to be the one who cares for her for once, not the other way around.
-I just wanted to keep our family together - she whispered unexpectedly against his skin, clenching her hands against the fabric of his clothes.
His eyes softened.
-You are not able to save everyone- fair-haired man noticed, taking her cheek uncertainly- We are cursed.
-I don't want to save everyone, just those who got caught up in something they never wanted to get involved in - Rhaenerys said, looking into her brother's eyes.
He studied her beautiful face for a moment, then with the other hand he brushed a strand of her hair back, tucking it behind her ear.
-This world doesn't deserve you- Viserys' eldest son said- I don't deserve you. I never did.
-You deserve me, Ageon - the young woman whispered -You deserve the best because life has never done you any good- she remarked, joining their foreheads together and closing her eyes -We have both been abandoned by the gods, so we must stick together. We are made of fire and we will burn together.
-Forever - her brother promised, kissing her soft lips desperately.
The man found the ties of her black dress, slowly tugging on them, exposing Rhaenerys's white back. She let him move however he wished, feeling the familiar sense of warmth appearing only in the embrace of a lover.
On that day, their bodies fused into one.
With every movement, kiss or brush of their hands, you could had feel desperation pouring out from both sides. Nothing could've tear them apart, they had been together too long to be able to refrain from exploring their bodies after years of separation.
The silver-haired girl held Targaryen close, fearing that he would vanish like an illusion, not realizing that he felt the same.
They were like two dragons dancing among themselves.
Their flame only intensified as the two smoldering ends found each other fully, creating a fire that consumed them in its depths.
Only the sound of a knock on the door pulled them away from their eager lips and addictive touches.
-The Queen needs you - said Daemon, when she stood at the door to her chambers -She will not make the final decision without the Hand and her brother.
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I got around to creating my Lucemond love children on Artbreeder! I hope you guys like them! This isn't exactly how all of them are supposed to look like but it's pretty close to what I imagined them to be like! Enjoy!
First up; Renaela Targaryen
She's the firstborn daughter of Lucerys and Aemond almost five or so years later after the events of Forest Fire. Next in line for the Driftwood Throne, Renaela is headstrong, very outgoing, and practically the leader of all of Aemond and Luke's little band of ducklings. She is now sixteen going on seventeen in the main story.
Age: 16
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Vaenyx Targaryen
Secondborn daughter and first twin to come out Lucerys, Vaenyx is a bit mischievous and pulls her twin brother along in her games. She likes to fool around and dress up in the prettiest dresses. She's somewhat of a diva, definitely spoiled, but loves her family and her twin brother more than anything.
Age: 14
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Vaenys Targaryen
Firstborn son of Lucerys and Aemond and second born twin out of the two, Vaenys was originally named this because Aemond thought that he was born the girl and Vaenyx was born the boy due to how much hair he was born with. In reality, it was the opposite but Aemond and Lucerys kept their names as they were. He's somewhat quiet, somber, but has a deep love and affection for his family. He loves his twin sister more than anything else and would protect her no matter what.
Age: 14
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Aenelys Targaryen
Firstborn of the second pair of twins that Lucerys and Aemond have, Aenelys is quiet, ill-tempered, and a little troubled. She has always felt different than her siblings, having to get used to whispers and stares throughout court in Kings Landing whenever their family visits, and it makes her quite bitter growing up. Even so, she has a strong love and devotion to her family-her twin sister especially.
Age: 12
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Rhaenerys Targaryen
Secondborn out of the twins, Rhaenerys is named for her grandmother; Rhaenyra Targaryen. But, no one could have predicated how much alike the two of them really would be. She is a confident, happy, sunshiny little girl who loves pretty dresses, jewelry, and cake. Out of all of Aemond and Luke's children, she's definitely the one who cares about her looks and status the most. Quite spoiled, she is, but still attempts to be very humbled in the presence of others. She holds a strong love for her twins sister and spends most of her time by her side.
Age: 12
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Visenys Targaryen
Firstborn triplet. Out of all the siblings, Visenys is most like Aemond. He is a brash, moody child that prefers to be left alone and tries hard to earn his father's approval, even at such a young age. He wishes to be Renaela's personal guard when he's older and tries very hard to please her. As expected, he's very much a people pleaser but very harsh mannered. If he does not know you, he will not make any conversation or make any attempt to get to know you.
Age: 9
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Visenya III Targaryen
Secondborn triplet, Visenya couldn't be more different than her namesake. She's a spoiled, happy-go-lucky little girl that has no interest in battle nor training. She prefers to dress in extravagant, over the top dresses, and loves to be the center of attention. She's the darling of the Court in Driftmark and claims to be Luke's favorite child (he has none, he loves them all equally, haha). But, she very much looks up to her parents and her older siblings and works hard to earn their approval and feels great shame in disappointing those she holds in high regard.
Age: 9
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Visenyx Targaryen
The third born triplet, Visenyx is a very well-mannered and happy little boy. He holds a love for books and tries to sneak out to ride his dragon almost everyday. Very much like Aemond, he holds a fascination for dragons and lords and ladies in court whisper how they think he is more dragon than human. He has no interest in training to be a knight but merely wishes to travel across the Narrow Sea and see the great wonders of the world when he grows old enough.
Age: 9
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Jacaerys II Targaryen
Jacaerys is the firstborn twin and the last of Luke and Aemond's sets of twins. He is a loud, obnoxious child and has a somewhat unhealthy attachment to Lucerys. He doesn't have much of a personality that is truly his own yet but instead follows in the footsteps of his older siblings and does what they do. But, Lucerys is sure he'll grow into a fine knight and dragon rider one day.
Age: 5
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Dacaerys Targaryen
Final born twin, Dacaerys is practically mute but is incredibly smart for his age. He loves to read and loves it when Aemond reads to him. He's mostly attached to his father more than Lucerys but, does find peace with both of his parents. Jacaerys and he don't have the strongest bond yet but, surely one day, that will change.
Age: 5
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Aemma II Targaryen
The last child of Lucerys and Aemond, Aemma is named for her great-great grandmother in remembrance of Lucerys' mother's most treasured person as a child. She's quite the smiley girl and loves to be with her grandmother; Rhaenyra. She's as beautiful as a Targaryen is expected to be and finds joy in watching dragons fly and dance in the sky.
AAAAA That's all of them! I hope you guys like them! I had so much fun making these little guys! I hope you enjoy my little gremlins and I hope to get to writing little stories about them soon!
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Rhaenerys enters the room quietly, everything she does seems to be quiet. She is wringing her hands nervously waiting to be heard but she knows it won't happen. She finally clears her throat to get attention, smiling sweetly as it does. "You have been holed up in this room all day and it is so beautiful outside. I thought we could take a walk in the gardens and get the fresh air it will be good for you."
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*SPOILER ALERT*
The following idea contains HUGE SPOILERS of what happens at the end of the Dance of the Dragons, AKA House of the Dragon. DO NOT READ unless you're aware (or don't care) about Alicent Hightower's and Rhaenyra Targaryen's destiny.
Close your eyes, and listen to the melancholic beginning of "There are worse games/Deep the meadow" by James Newton Howards & Jennifer Lawrence
Imagine the last days of Alicent Hightower, locked up at Maegor's Holdfast, dying of Winter Fever, flashbacks pulling her through the ordeal that led to the Dance of Dragons and eventually landing her in her teenage years, where she's back under the Weirdwood tree. It takes her eyes a few seconds to adjust to this memory, but eventually, she sees her. Rhaenyra, resting on her lap, absentmindedly playing with her fingers and not realizing the eyes upon her.
At first, Alicent doesn't know what to make of it. It is like those dreams where you're aware that you are dreaming, but at the same time, you are not. She knows the person below her gaze is dead and doesn't forget what transpired between the two. All the tragedy. All the pain. Yet, no matter all that Alicent remembers, there's no anger. No retaliation. Just a mild curiosity, a delicate nostalgia for this peace.
Eventually, Rhaenyra looks up as if sensing Alicent, and what Alicent feels is also reflected in Rhaenyra's eyes. Almost as if a silent reconciliation is taking place; all the while, in the present, outside of this dream, life is slowly fading from Alicent's body.
At last, after feeling like hours have passed, Rhaenery speaks.
"You're finally here." She states, with a soft smile on the corner of her lips. The words make no sense because this is not real. Yet, all the same, Alicent nods as if her body had a mind. As if it knew what she still couldn't comprehend. An unspoken truth. At this sight, Rhaenyra sighs, relieved as someone who's been waiting for too long. A few seconds pass before Rhaenyra's eyes grow wet with emotion while the meaning of this encounter lands hard in her core. "You...you came back to me—to us." Again, slowly, Alicent nods. "Why?"
This time, Alicent gives herself time to think. She sees herself, her true self, shivering alone on her bed, the moonlight painting her weakened body. And she saw that which her fist held tight to her heart. That ripped and crumbled piece of paper.
Alicent eyes turn back to Rhaenyra, her voice carrying the innocence of her younger years.
"I don't think I ever truly left, Rhaenyra." She admits, a wave of emotions washing her whole.
—Suddenly, as if planned by the Gods, Alicent feels a sharp pain, a stab through her lungs that doesn't last long but that it takes her breath away. Rhaenyra's head leaves Alicent's lap, and she sits down to face her. Slowly, tenderly, she cups her childhood friend's cheek.
"Don't be afraid." She tells her, foreheads pressed together, her smile never leaving her lips. Once more, Alicent nods, closing her eyes. For a moment, they don't say anything else. It's just them under that Weirwood tree; the sound of their breaths synchronized.
"Rhaenyra..." Alicent begins, still not opening her eyes but only listening to her own dying heartbeat drumming in her ears.
"Hmm?" The Princess says.
"Do you think it could've been different?" Alicent asks, all while enduring another stab.
"Yes," Rhaenyra murmurs after a beat. A painful response, to which Alicent can only nod, finally opening her eyes only to look down at her palms; no trace of self-harm, her tears clashing against her skin.
"How?" Alicent presses. She wants to hear it. She wants the tragedy to be acknowledged.
As if understanding, Rhaenyra begins:
"If I had been born a man, I would've inherited the Iron Throne. I would've been able to love you, and I would've married you, made you my Queen, and we would've ruled together in peace." Rhaenyra says softly, the idea painting perfectly inside Alicent's head. If only Rhaenyra had been born a man...
"—But it can be different. Now that you're here." Rhaenyra whispers as if reading her mind, squeezing Alicent hands on her own in reassurance. First one, then the other.
Giving themselves some space away from each other's faces, the girls looked at each other for a long time, and eventually, Alicent smiled.
"You just need to let go," Rhaenyra says, her palms squeezing a little bit stronger around Alicent's, whose heartbeat increased.
"I'm scared, Rhaenyra," Alicent confesses, her voice breaking.
"It's okay, Alicent. I'm here." She whispered, slowly getting closer.
At the hour of the owl, with no witnesses to see, The Green Queen gave her last breath with a smile on her face, while somewhere and far away, Princess Rhaenyra Targaryan's lips breathed new life into those of her childhood friend, Alicent Hightower.
-imaqueerwriter
Deep in the meadow, under the willow.
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.
Lay down your head, and close your eyes.
And when they open, the sun will rise.
Here it's safe, here it's warm.
Here the daises guard you from every harm.
Here your dreams are sweet,
and tomorrow brings them true.
Here is the place, where I love you.
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To Love A Dragon: Part 2
Summary: Rhaenerys meets Sihtric and unfortunately, Guthred and Eadred.
Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Rhaenerys Targaryen
Word Count: 2708
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: Death
Part 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom or A Song Of Ice And Fire nor do I own any of the images used.
Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose
It had been a little less than a fortnight since Sihtric had seen the Princess, and to say she haunted his thoughts would be an understatement. It wasn’t until he made it to the town to meet up with Tekil, that his brain finally connected the memory of the white haired dragon rider and the woman he saw in the tent, the realization he had actually seen a Targaryen in the flesh and lived to tell the tale causing his fingers to feel a little tingly and numb. He could still see her unique eyes whenever he closed his, his dreams filled with thoughts of what it would be like to be close to her and if royal ladies are truly as soft as the other warriors have claimed.
Now, he was riding towards King Guthreds camp, where Tekil was to kill a one Uhtred Ragnarsson and Sihtric knew there was a very real chance he would be recognized by the Princess if they saw each other. The nerves he felt at that thought had his fingers tightening around the reins, posture tense as he took some steadying breaths to try to calm his mind. His silence from being lost in his thoughts had caught Tekils attention, the older warrior a bit concerned for the quietness Sihtric was displaying. While he would never say it outright, he knew the boy was a good one and if given half a chance, would be a great ally to anyone. However, Tekil’s honor bound him to Kjartan and he would not show favor towards the man’s bastard son. So he said nothing, choosing to ignore Sihtric instead as they rode for Cumberland.
Their arrival garnered some attention, but the silver tongue of Tekil managed to throw Uhtred off their trail for now. Sihtric’s eyes scanned the other men with the Daneslayer, noting how a man with curly hair seemed not to buy the lie of who they were and why they were there, but he said nothing. He didn’t see any sign of the Princess and her entourage yet, a small reprieve considering the high stakes of the current mission they were on.
As they were getting a little something to eat, a flurry of movement and the sound of many horses arriving alerted everyone to a new arrival. Sihtric immediately began searching, the banners of House Targaryen blowing in the breeze before he saw her, sitting astride a black mare and her hair pulled back into a couple braids, the rest cascading down her back. His breath caught in his throat as he got a glimpse of what she looked like in the sunlight, far more radiant than he remembered. Her arrival had many flocking to catch a glimpse of the foreigner, and Sihtric could not blame them. She carried herself with a level of authority of one born to their station, the kind of authority that his own father could never possess. Despite him being towards the back of the crowd, he swore her eyes met his briefly when she scanned the people flocking to see her.
Rhaenerys knew why the people were gawking at her, her unusual features drawing the attention of the many. She scanned the crowd a little bored at the display, before seeing a familiar man hovering towards the back. She smirked before looking away, deciding to have one of her people learn about him discreetly. Her sworn shield, an older man named Ser Elwood Graves, rode alongside her as he watched for potential threats. As they rode closer, a pale and frail looking man wearing a half decent tunic and dagger flanked by some perfumed older man in religious robes and another man with long hair and the presence of a warrior approached them. Already Rhaenerys did not like the religious one and the frail one, but the warrior did not irk her as much.
”Welcome, Princess. I am Guthred of Cumberland,” he said in a tone that grated on her nerves, sounding as though he was not sure how to handle the power such a title gave him. She dismounted instead of responding, allowing Ser Elwood to announce her as was custom in her home.
”You stand before Rhaenerys of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne,” Ser Elwood stated, his voice calm and clear, as he stood to her left.
She nodded politely towards Guthred, meeting his eyes with disinterest. She had been sent here on the possibility of a marriage alliance, but quite frankly she was not impressed with what she saw. Perhaps a lifetime living in a more advanced kingdom was to blame, but the pale man in front of her and the simple structures that made up this place left much to be desired in her opinion. She watched the new king stutter for a moment in her presence, before the warrior chuckled and stepped forward to introduce himself.
”I am Uhtred of Bebbanburg. I command the king’s army,” he spoke in a strange accent, keeping a respectful distance and tone. He earns a point in his favor, Rhaenerys putting a face to the name of the renowned warrior her fathers spies had given her on the journey here. Though she was told he was sworn to Alfred, not this fop. She’d have to make certain of her information next time. She nods politely to him as well before hearing the religious one clear his throat to get her attention.
”I am Abbot Eadred, advisor to King Guthred. We welcome you and your people to Cumberland. I hope the journey here was smooth and swift, by the grace of god,” he spoke with practiced ease, though his eyes spoke another story. Rhaenerys would have to watch this one, years of being in her fathers court having taught her how to see through one's intentions.
”A pleasure to meet you all, lords. Your Grace,” she said as she made eye contact with each man in turn. The King could barely hold her gaze and that was more than enough to determine she would never marry a man like him, but she wasn’t about to waste this trip. If nothing else, she could have her maester chronicle the people here for her fathers council.
Once the pleasantries were done, Rhaenerys excused herself to speak with her own people and make arrangements to have her tent pitched far from Guthreds hall, because everything about him already aggravated her and she refused to sleep under his roof.
Night fell and a feast had been prepared in her honor. She was seated next to Guthred, Ser Elwood standing behind her like her ever present guardian. The King had been trying to make small talk with her, but she wasn’t interested and was looking for a chance to politely excuse herself after having picked at her food. After an hour enduring the man’s presence, she deemed it appropriate to go get some fresh air and hopefully she would get the chance to ask questions of Lord Uhtred. Ser Elwood followed her out, handing her Dark Sister once they had left the hall.
”He is a coward and a waste of a crown,” Rhaenerys spoke bluntly, a small chuckle coming from Elwood causing her to grin back at him as she finished securing her sword around her hips.
”He is their king, Princess. Divinely chosen, if the stories are true,” Ser Elwood spoke, the laughter not really leaving his voice.
”I do not believe in the kind of divinity spoken by snakes,” she muttered under her breath, hearing the sounds of a fight coming from the stables. With a look shared between her and Elwood, they took off in the direction, blades drawn and ready for a fight.
The two arrived right when a couple other warriors did, the fight going by quick when the numbers where evenly matched. She clashed steel with the familiar man from earlier, the two staring into each other's eyes for a moment. She grinned at him, the young man immediately disengaging and stumbling backwards, a shocked expression on his pretty face. She heard Uhtred call for a halt, wanting to keep one of them alive for questioning. She watched a big man with an impressive mustache tie up the young man, before she sheathed her blade and faced Uhtred.
”If it is alright with you, Lord Uhtred, I should like to question this one too when you are done with him,” she said, placing her hands on her hips and briefly looking back at the now scared Dane, before meeting Uhtred’s eyes.
The Daneslayer looked at her confused, nodding in approval as he caught his breath. “As you wish, Princess. And thank you, for your assistance.”
She nodded, relaxing her stance a bit before deciding to speak with him tomorrow. She watched Guthred and Eadred approach, as well as a bunch of others, and opted to simply watch the interactions between the three with interest. It was clear Guthred was not meant to be a king and the entirety of his backbone came from his advisors, and he leans too heavily on them and most definitely is far to public about his struggles. Even after being in this place for a short time, it was clear the people looked to Uhtred or Abbot Eadred for guidance, which is not a good look for an unstable kingdom.
Once Uhtred had given the order for the heads of the dead to be removed and the group dispersed, she decided to hang back. Rhaenerys sent Elwood off to get some sleep after he informed her spies about what happened, watching as a curly haired man and the big one down their drinks, claiming they needed a little liquid courage to do the task. Just as she was about to step forward and just do it, a little blonde woman with a cross necklace walked up and grabbed a half dull dagger, stating she would do it first.
She’s got guts, I’ll give her that, Rhaenerys thought to herself before unsheathing Dark Sister and clearing her throat. When the lady turned around, she nodded toward the dagger and held the sword out to her.
”That blade is too dull for the task, and nothing cuts quite as cleanly as Valyrian steel. Here, use this instead,” watching as the lady tentatively took the hilt with shaky hands and wide eyes, setting the dagger down on a wooden box. “What is your name, my lady?”
”I am no lady, Princess. My name is Hild,” the woman responded with a quick bow, her hand flexing nervously on the hilt of the sword as she took a few shaky breaths. It was apparent this would be her first real beheading, and Rhaenerys remembered her first one. She decided then she would help her, the same way her father did.
Rhaenerys nodded before walking over to the furthest body, her feet placed on either side of the dead mans torso. “Based on the way you are holding that blade, you have never done this before so I will assist you,” she spoke calmly, gesturing with her hand for Hild to join her. When she did, Rhaenerys kept her word, telling her how to hold the blade in her hands before she bent down and grabbed the front of the man's armor, pulling him off the ground enough for his head to sever cleanly when the blade came down. She nodded toward Hild, the latter taking a deep breath before lifting Dark Sister and bringing it down just below his chin, removing his head in one clean blow. Blood poured onto the ground as the head rolled away a bit, a look of shock on Hild’s face and bewilderment on the men’s.
Rhaenerys dropped the lifeless body from her grasp and gently took Dark Sister from Hild, watching as the suddenly green woman picked up the head to place it on a wooden crate before walking a few steps and expelling the contents of her stomach onto the ground. Rhaenerys grabbed the hem of her calf length dress to wipe the blood off, smoothly sheathing it once more and gently patting Hild’s back.
”It gets easier with time,” Rhaenerys said simply, starting to walk away before hearing the tied up man call out to her. She turned around to face him, a curious look on her face as the curly haired man walked up and shouted at him.
“I wish to speak with you!” Sihtric called out, hoping to get her attention before she got too far. After having watched how she helped the nun, he was certain that if Lord Uhtred would not take his oath, he would give it freely to her should she wish it. Only, once he opened his mouth, the curly haired man stomped up and shouted at him to shut it. Automatically Sihtric looked down, before he heard the princess speak up in his defense.
”Enough. There is no need for such hostility, he is already unarmed and bound,” she cut her eyes toward him, her wrist hanging loosely off the hilt of her blade. “What is your name?”
”I am Halig, my lady,” he said nervously, bowing a little awkwardly under her gaze.
”The proper way to address me is either ‘Princess’ or 'Your Highness’, Halig,” she corrected, though her tone was not as haughty as other nobles Sihtric knew. He watched Halig stutter out an apology before her eyes landed on the big man. “And yours?”
He heard the other man introduce himself as Clappa and watched with a subtle smile as she reminded both of them to finish carrying out their lord's order as there were still six heads to remove. Once they scurried off to do just that, she looked at Sihtric with recognition in her eyes.
”I know your face, but I do not know your name. You are the man I saw sneaking out of my tent in the early morning nearly a fortnight ago, yes?” Rhaenerys asked him, her head cocked to the side as she regarded him with interest.
Sihtric shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearing his throat as he avoided her eyes. “Yes, Your Highness. I am called Sihtric,” he said quietly, feeling overwhelmed by her attention.
”You may look at me, Sihtric. I will not hurt you,” she replied softly, bending her head down a little to meet his gaze with a small smile, her kindness towards Sihtric making him feel warm inside and unworthy of such affection all at once.
He looked up slowly, breath catching in his throat as he watched the torchlight dance across her skin. She was even more stunning up close and he had to remember to breathe. “I wish to serve you, Princess,” he willed himself to not stumble over his words, feeling the beginnings of desperation claw through him. He didn’t wish to die a prisoner, but he’d pledge himself to her cause in any capacity if it meant he might live another day.
Rhaenerys softened her gaze, shoulders dropping a little before speaking in a soft tone. “A tempting offer but I must wait before I accept your oath. I will not supersede Lord Uhtred’s authority here. I promise, the moment he is finished with you, I will speak to him and see about having you released to me.”
He nodded in understanding, feeling a little dejected but realizing there was only so much she could do. He only prayed Uhtred would speak with him sooner rather than later, because he hated not knowing what his future would look like. At least with Kjartan he knew where he stood.
She gave him a sad smile and nod before turning on her heel and walking towards her encampment. Sihtric could only watch her retreating form, a strange sense of loss gripping his heart. He had only ever felt like this once before, the last time he saw his mother before her brutal death. He reached up with his bound hands and gripped the hammer pendant he wore, silently praying the gods showed him favor so that he may have a chance to earn his freedom or an honorable end.
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#sihtric kjartansson#sihtric x OC#Targaryen!oc#rhaenerys targaryen#the last kingdom#a song of ice and fire
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Get to know Lulu
what's your phone wallpaper: Red fox laying in a forest. I blame Kenshin [Rurouni Kenshin] and Kurama [Yu Yu Hakusho] with fox button icons
last song you listened to: Subaqueous Funeral by Worm and Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token
currently reading: The screen cause my ass hasn't read in a few months
last movie: Megamind for the billionth time
what are you wearing right now?: Black t-shirt with Venom on the front, black shorts, and a tuxedo cat
how tall are you?: 5'6''
piercings / tattoos?: I had my ears pierced once when I was a baby but removed them when I was a teen and they healed over. I technically have 4 tattoos but 1 is a cover up. So fucked up music note with my grad year that was covered up by a cracked skull spilling music notes with roses around it and torn parchment paper beneath with my grad year written in it, Lion King tattoo where Simba's paw print is in his fathers paw print but watercolor edition lmao with 'He lives in you' which was dedicated to my favorite Disney movie and also because I lost my father when I was 10, lastly a Code Geass tattoo. It's a semi 3D purple Geass with Lulu under the symbol as I rp Lulu and my nickname is Lulu.
glasses / contacts: glasses.
last thing you ate?: microwaveable mac and cheese with a salsbury steak and a snickers ice cream bar and sangria wine XDD
favorite color: Fucking PURPLE
current obsession: Lilith, Lucifer, Stolas, Daenerys Targaryen, Egyptian stuff, nerdy game stuff and DnD
do you have a crush right now?: Yes but they're not interested in a relationship at this moment.
favorite fictional character: are you kidding me right now? Being a multi-muse I'm all over the place. I can't pick just one. Definitely Lucifer and Stolas at this time but Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho, Mama K (Karlach), Shadowheart, Astarion, Minthara, Daenerys Targaryen, Rhaenerys Targaryen, Drogon
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The Path of Freedom, an HOTD Fanfic
Summary: Ser Crispin and Rhaenyra run off together in Episode 5
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Prologue
Chapter 7
All she could see was red.
The red dragons of the tapestries adorning her wall, the red stains of her golden gown splayed across the floor. The red that spread across the white washcloth like oil on canvas, the red tinging of the once clear water, as Rhaenyra furiously scrubbed Jason Lannister’s blood off her skin.
Even her fury was red.
Rhaenyra ran a washcloth across her shoulder and winced. Removing the cloth, she finally noticed the gash across her shoulder, from holding the blade of Blackfyre.
Criston was behind her, watching silently until he noticed the wound. He reached for a clear bottle and dumped the liquid on a clean washcloth. He placed his free hand on Rhaenyra’s untouched shoulder and whispered, “Hold still, this will sting.”
Rhaenyra braced herself for the pain but it still hit her like one thousand iron blades. She clenched her teeth and tried to stay silent as Criston pressed the alcohol soaked rag on her injury.
Did Jason Lannister suffer like this, she wondered. No, it had to have been much worse.
Criston removed the cloth from her shoulder, and Rhaenyra sighed in relief. The burning lingered, with a mix of chill from the room air. She watched his hands as he nimbly began to dress the wound.
“Holding a sword like that is a rookie mistake,” Criston mused.
Was that all he thought? He had just watched his tiny wife cut a man in half, and all he could criticize was her swordsmanship?
Rhaenyra chuckled at the levity Criston provided. “We’ll have plenty of time on the ship for you to teach me to hold it like a man.”
Criston was silent for a moment, and said, “Plenty of men cannot weild a sword correctly.”
“Hm,” said Rhaenyra, “So you don’t fear me, yet?”
She looked deep into his brown eyes, clouded with mixed emotions. She saw confusion, a bit of understanding, a bit of that fear that she never wanted to give him. But she was still a Targaryen, a descendant of men and women who lived to put fear in the eyes of men.
Criston flashed a smirk and said, “I did suggest burning.”
Rhaeneyra scoffed. She wanted him to just answer her seriously.
Reading her expression, Criston said, “When I was a soldier in the Marches, we had plenty of our men who tried to flee. Not everyone is prepared for war. When we caught the deserters, my captain would be the one to execute them. He took no joy from it, and finally I offered to swing the blade for him.”
Rhaenyra had to remind herself - Criston is no ordinary man. Not one of nobility. He had seen war, suffering, bloodshed. He had seen things these puking ladies in the throne room would have nightmares over. She remembered why she chose Criston as her father’s kingsguard - because unlike the noblemen in the luxury of the Red Keep, he lived in the real world.
Criston continued, “My captain told me something I would never forget. The man who passes the sentence should be the one to swing the sword. I remembered that today, when I watched you carry your judgement. You could have let Ser Harrold drag him away, but you didn’t.
Criston pressed his lips against the bandage on her shoulder, trailing up her neck. Rhaenery smiled, tingling at soft lips and warm breath as he whispered, “You’ll be a great queen, Love.”
Rhaenyra’s shoulder stung as she raised her hand to run her fingers through his hair. “Will fire and blood truly be my future?”
His hands slid across the skin of her hips. “I think you spooked them too much, Princess.”
They both laughed, and sank into each other. Their brief reprieve from the outside was quickly disrupted by the sound of her father’s voice, outside her bed chamber.
“Are you alright, dear?”
“Y-yes! Just.....” Rhaenyra jumped out of her husbands arms, grabbing a white sleeveless dress to throw over herself. She didn’t pay mind to the look of disappointment on Criston’s face as she wrapped the sash around her waist and hustled to the door. She opened it to meet her father, face hard as stone.
“Father,” Rhaenyra said, “It wasn’t my intention to-”
“Here,” Viserys said, fingers running through her hair. “You have a bit of blood still. Are you okay?”
“Of course!” Rhaenyra lied
Viserys glanced behind her, presumably at Criston. Rhaenyra stepped away to let her father in. He walked around, glancing at the large trunk and crumpled gowns that lay across her bed.
“What you did was harsh and just.” Viserys said, facing his daughter. “You gave him a chance. And he refused.”
“I know.” Rhaenyra said as she walked to the bed, throwing each gown in mindlessly. She took a deep breath and looked at her father. “I should stay.”
“No, no,” said Viserys, “keep to your schedule.”
“I shall return -“
“No, that’s not necessary. Keep steadfast to your journey, and go to Dragonstone after your trip. Do not show the council that you’re afraid.”
“I’m not afraid.” Rhaenerya snapped.
Viserys nodded. “Good.”
“Though,” she admitted, “I do fear I’m no longer The Realm's Delight.”
Viserys chuckled a bit. “A leader cannot always be a delight.”
“Tell me, what horrid name shall I take now?”
“The Realm’s Sword.” Cole quipped.
“Huh, that’s a good one.” Viserys joked.
“Maegor with Tits!” A voice all to familiar boomed through the door. All three glared at Daemon as he walked in, carrying a sly grin. “I can’t take credit for that one, really.”
Rhaenyra was horrified. “Maegor wi-ah-honestly?!”
“I liked King Maegor.” Daemon shrugged.
“Gods,” Rhaenyra said, yanking her clothes from the trunk.
Viserys approached and grabbed her wrist. “No, no. You’re going.”
“If it pleases the princess,” Daemon said, “I don’t mind staying at the Red Keep a while longer. If my brother would have me.”
Viserys’ eyes grew wide. He hurried to Daemon, squeezing his upper arm. “My brother is coming home?”
Daemon placed a hand on Viserys’ shoulders. “I do miss the festivities here. And my older brother.”
Viserys raised a brow. “You aren’t thinking of using your marriage to usurp Tyland Lannister as master of ships?”
Daemon bore a grin. “I do have more ships.”
“Keep Lord Tyland if you are inclined to father, the man just lost his twin brother!” Rhaenyra exclaimed. “He doesn’t need more insult.”
Viserys sighed and approached Rhaenyra, taking her hand. “I admire your wisdom, Daughter. But let me handle this matter from now on.”
“As you wish,” said Rhaenyra, glancing at Daemon. “Forgive me, Uncle. You’ll be a fine master of ships.”
Daemon nodded, “I take no offense, Maegor.”
“You jerk!” Rhaenyra shrieked, throwing a gown at him. Daemon caught it with one hand and shook his head, chuckling.
-----
Criston kissed Rhaenyra on the temple and left her to finish packing. As he walked out of the room, he took a long, deep sigh.
He was proud. He was worried. The dragon roared, but she was still a young woman, a butterfly surrounded by a nest of spiders. In truth, he feared that Rhaenyra was growing paranoid at first with keeping Sarah at the Red Keep. But the outburst in the throne room had shaken him. The whispers in the winds truly paled in comparison to the shouts in the open.
Rhaenyra had sealed her claim as heir, shown the world her capability for leadership. However, Criston knew that this wasn’t simply the end.
Daemon motioned for Criston to catch up to him and Viserys. When he met the two Daemon said, “Come with us. We need to talk.”
“About what?” Viserys asked.
“Just come.”
Criston followed them down the stairs and into the council room, where Lyonel Strong and Ser Harrold Westerling waited for them.
“What’s this all about, now?” Viserys glanced at Daemon, annoyed.
Lyonel told the king, who took his seat. “We’re holding an emergency council meeting on the matter that just occurred.”
“Without the council?” Viserys asked.
Daemon shook his head and sighed, as he took the seat belonging to Tyland. “We need to talk about this, Brother.”
“The matter is settled,” Viserys asserted. “The dragon roared. As Targaryens have done in the past.”
“The matter is far from settled.” Daemon countered.
Viserys grew irritated. “Who are the Lannisters even? What, we lose a bunch of ships? We have ten times that many ships with the favor of Driftmark, thanks to you by the way. Why are you of all people concerned?”
Lyonel said, “A Lannister always pays his debts.”
Silence filled the room. Criston sat across from Daemon, beside Lyonel. He had heard that phrase before, the unofficial motto of House Lannister. They did not have dragons, yet they had gold and influence. And while they did not hold many seats in the Red Keep, they did have the ears of many noble families. Criston knew the consequences of what Rhaenyra had done. In that moment, he had wished another house was the one to lead the charge in the throne room.
“Fuck the Lannisters,” spat Daemon, turning his ire towards Lyonel, “And fuck you.”
Viserys tried to stop him. “Daemon --“
“No!” Daemon stood up, pointing at Lyonel. “What kind of hand allows such obvious sedition to continue? Besides kind who wants to undermine his own king!”
Lyonel stood, furious. “I will not --“
“Silence!” Viserys roared.
Again, the council room was devoid of any noise, save for the birds chirping outside in the garden. In that moment, Criston wished he had been born a stupid animal, who lived on instinct and no knowledge of human trechery. Freedom felt truly impossible in the life as a man.
Noble or common born. No man was truly free.
Lyonel drew a deep sigh and bowed his head. “Prince Daemon...is correct.” He looked at Viserys with sorrow. “My failure to assess the situation has endangered the princess’s life. If the king wishes to release me of my duties, I understand. I’m sorry, you’re Grace.”
Viserys scoffed. “Sit down, Lyonel, you’re not going anywhere.”
Both men returned to their chairs, and Daemon looked at his brother, waving a hand at Lyonel. “Enough about him. Rhaenyra’s actions, while very well deserved, puts her in a place of vulnerability.”
Criston frowned, feeling the sting of insult. Did Daemon not think he could protect her?
Ser Harrold spoke up from behind his king. “The princess has one of the greatest soldier in Westeros as her husband.”
Daemon looked at Ser Harrold, then eyed the rest of the table. “There’s more than one way to harm someone. Poison. The kind you eat, and,” -he leaned towards Viserys - “The kind you let walk around the Red Keep."
Viserys frowned. “Who?”
Daemon grew irate. “Oh, I don’t know, let’s start with your wife?!”
Both brothers suddenly jumped to a stand, screaming at each other unintelligibly. Criston and Lyonel gawked, amazed at the sight of a king being berated like a mischievous child. But Viserys did not back down, and his fury at his brother was terrifying. Criston wondered what kind of king Viserys would be if this was his normal affect.
Ser Harrold’s voice suddenly boomed through the room. “Enough!”
Viserys and Daemon stopped fighting, both staring at the lord commander in shock. Ser Harrold never raised his voice, nor did he give it for guidance. But he was the kind of man, regardless of who was there, where when the lord commander spoke, everyone listened.
Ser Harrold bowed his head and sighed. “Forgive my outburst, your Grace. Prince Daemon. But this does not serve the princess.”
The two men nodded and sat back down. Criston had always respected his superior, and this moment gave him a greater feeling of respect for Ser Harrold. He suddenly felt the steely eyes of Daemon, who said to him, “Are you going to say anything, or just sit there like an invalid?”
Criston jumped. He had reverted back to the silent knight so easily, he forgotten his place yet again. His thoughts and concerns for his wife flew out of his head like the birds in the garden. Now that he was placed on the spot, Criston didn’t know what to say.
Daemon pressed on. “Prince Cole. This concerns you as well. Tell us what to do with the men that want to undermine your wife?”
Criston’s thoughts returned to him, and he answered without pause. "Kill them, obviously.”
Viserys groaned while Daemon cackled. “I can’t believe how much I like him, now!”
“However,” Criston added, “I don’t believe the princess wants to continue the title of, and forgive my words, Maegor with Tits.”
Daemon groaned, leaning back in his chair. “I’m liking you a bit less.”
“That’s exactly what will happen if you go forward with that.” Lyonel argued.
Daemon shot Lyonel a glare. “And how many years have you had to persuade men to Rhaenyra’s side and yet fail?”
“Enough, enough!” Viserys shouted. “Ser Harrold is right, this bickering does not help us.”
Criston cleared his throat, and the men in the room looked at him. Like when he was on the battlefield, Criston quickly was growing accustomed to his seat at the table of House Targaryen. He voiced his opinion, with little nerves for the first time.
“Blackhaven is rather...flippant about the politics of King’s Landing. And their...view of it all is not regarded well. But when we were there...every person she met told me, from the Lord Dondarrion, to Ser Arlan and the soldiers...hell, my own father even. They said they had never met anyone quite like the princess.”
Daemon and Viserys nodded as he spoke, and Criston felt a surge of pride in himself.
“I’m not one for politicking,” he continued, “I would much rather put someone to the sword...but, I believe, if given the chance, that Rhaenyra can sway the minds and hearts of anyone she meets.”
Viserys drew his hands to his head, lacing his fingers together in deep thought. A minute passed, and he mused aloud, “Maybe she is better off staying in King’s Landing.”
“Oh Gods, no.” Criston said without thinking, and he nearly drew his hand to his mouth. Instead of feeling insult, the rest of the room chuckled in agreement.
“I don’t disagree,” said Daemon, “But it still doesn’t change the predicament,” - he tapped the table - “here.”
“If your soldiers don’t fight for you, you dispose of them,” Criston said, then glanced at Lyonel and stammered, “N-not in the...literal sense, I mean.”
“I like the literal sense,” said Daemon.
“The prince consort is correct in his assessment,” said Viserys, “We’ll have to rebuild the council...ensure all members have total fealty to Rhaenyra. And, a royal progress is in order in the near future. I’ll arrange one after your stay at High Garden.”
Criston nodded. “Thank you, your Grace.”
“Should they really be lounging in High Garden at a time like this?” Daemon asked.
“Absolutely!” Viserys snapped. “I command it!”
Criston his the urge to raise a brow as he realized something important. Daemon had no clue they’re going to Asshai.
“Alright then,” said Daemon, “What about the other other problem. The Queen consort’s obvious disdain towards your daughter.”
Viserys grew frigid, clearly avoiding the urge to snap back. Finally he shook his head, sighing. “I caused the disdain. I love them both, and I don’t know how to fix this.”
Criston looked at Viserys and said, “Mending wounds between them is the only way to prevent bloodshed. But we can’t make either of them do it. It will have to be on their own.”
Viserys nodded. “I’ll talk to my wife. See if I can understand her side. You will talk to Rhaenyra?”
“Yes, your Grace.”
“And the male heir?” Daemon asked.
Viserys threw up his hands. “It’s a new world Daemon! I have clearly established a new precedent and it must be followed.”
Lyonel finally spoke. “Nobody in this room disagrees with your Grace. But change is hard for the rest of the realm. I do believe a royal progress is a good start for the rest of the kingdoms. However, our biggest challenge will be here.”
“How do we start?” Viserys asked, then glanced at Daemon. “Without bloodshed?”
Lionel paused for a moment, then answered, “Rebuilding the council is necessary.”
“Fire that gimp of whispers,” Daemon interrupted, “Your son. He insulted the prince consort and his family at mywedding. And he is too close to the queen consort. I see them speaking in the garden frequently--"
“Daemon--“
“I agree, your Grace,” said Lyonel, “My son...both of my sons caused great insult that night. I raised them better than that and I truly apologize, Prince Daemon. I will send them back to Harrenhall today.”
“Lord Larys can go,” said Viserys, “But Ser Harwin must stay.”
Daemon and Criston frowned at each other, but said nothing.
Viserys looked around the room and said, “Is it all settled?”
“Tentatively...” Daemon mumbled.
“Good!” Viserys stood up and left the room, Ser Harrold and Lyonel close behind. As Criston left the table, Daemon took him by the forearm. His face was stern, unsatisfied at the outcome.
“I need to know,” said Daemon, “That you and I are on the same page.”
Criston placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. “I tolerate no insult to our future queen.”
Daemon nodded. The two men weren’t so different after all.
Daemon glanced at the sword and frowned. “What’s that rusted thing for, letter opening? You’ll need something useful if you’re going to protect my niece.”
Criston shook his head as Daemon walked off, cackling. If only the new prince consort could carry his morningstar with such discretion.
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A freshly bathed Rhaenyra and Criston went to the port, guarded by the city watch and their commander, Harwin Strong. Thought he tried to avoid the eyes on them, Criston glanced from time to time, ever vigilant and wary of any attacks on his wife.
When he did meet the eyes of the smallfolk, he saw smiles, looks of adoration and respect. Criston felt the tension in his shoulders ease and people waved to them, a few even cheering.
“Look dear, it’s the Princess and the Knight!”
Warmth grew in his chest. Rhaenyra was his wife.
“Fuck the Lannisters!” A woman pushing a cart shouted.
“Smallfolk never were fans of the them,” Harwin whispered to the two.
“If only the largefolk shared that sentiment.” Rhaenyra mused.
They reached the port at noon, and Criston saw three large ships. Rhaenyra had explained to him the culture and landscape of Assai. A city that could not grow its own food or drink its own water, it was entirely dependent on imports. One ship held a years worth of food, the second held a years worth of water and wine. Rhaenyra had hoped that this was enough goods to find the answers she was looking for. Criston dismounted his horse, and took Rhaenyra’s hand to help her to the ground. He felt a hand on his back, and Criston glanced at Harwin walking head of him, bag in tow.
He looks at Rhaenyra, confused.
“Why does he need to accompany us to Asshai?”
“I didn’t tell you?” Rhaenyra said. “For the trip, Father named Ser Harwin as my sworn sheild --well--ours.”
Criston frowned. “I’m your sworn shield.��
“You were,” said Rhaenyra, “And you’re now my husband.”
“Why can’t I be both?”
Rhaenyra looked exasperated. “You’re the prince consort now, a member of royalty. You need protection.”
“I don’t need protection from somebody I could ride circles around-“
“Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry, I just --“
“Are you jealous?”
“No!”
“Oh, Darling.” A sly smile grew on Rhaenyra’s face as she pinched his cheek. She turned on her heels and left, leaving her husband flustered.
Cole ran his fingers through his hair, and sighed boarding the ship. He gave a slight nod to Harwin, who at first ignorance. Criston noticed the bruise on his cheek, a gift from one of his brothers at Daemon’s wedding.
“Sorry about...” Criston pointed to his cheek, “That.”
Harwin was silent for a moment, then finally said, “I fight for my family, no matter the reason. But...my brother was a cunt for his words.”
Criston shrugged, chuckling. “Try having two cunt brothers.”
Harwin pressed his lips together, then broke down into a laugh. The two men shared an embrace, all tensions mended.
-----
As Criston entered the cabin with his satchel of belongings, he saw Rhaenyra behind the privacy screen, humming.
He caught quick glances of her silhouette as he unpacked his clothes, his dagger, and a black leather bound tome. Criston took quickly to writing in the white book as a kingsguard, to the point where it became a type of therapy. He set his new blank book, along with ink and quill, on their desk. He ran his finger on the leather cover, eager for the stories he was about to fill the pages with.
He wanted to capture every moment he saw in the unknown world.
“What do you think, Darling?”
Criston turned to eye Rhaenyra emerging from the shades. She wore white a loose fitting blouse, puffed long sleeves complete with leather brown pants and leather boots that ended below her knees. She kept her jewelry simple, adorned with a gold chain and gold earrings, but in typical Rhaenyra fashion, a ring was kept on every finer.
“Beautiful.” Criston was breathless.
He had completely forgotten why he entered the cabin, gazing on how the cloth hugged hugged her curves. Seeing the part of Rhaenyra he only saw in the bedroom, out in the world for everyone to see. A big difference from the dresses he’s used to in the royal court.
He wrapped his arms around her, and she jumped to wrap her legs around his hips. He held her for support, hands sliding past the smooth leather on her skin to cup her ass.
“I think I like wearing pants.” Rhaenyra teased, smiling as his hands traveled her curves.
Criston liked her wearing pants as well. He teased, “I see another scandal brewing in kings landing.”
Rhaenyra smirked. “Luckily the scorpions where we are going are more dangerous than the ones in Westeros. Come see this.”
She lept to the ground, to Criston’s disappointed, and gathered a small stack of books on her bed.
“Lord Corlys gave me these from his library,” said Rhaenyra, handing them to Criston. “This is a story of the Long Winter.”
Criston took to the desk, reading as he thumbed each page. His eyes widened with every turn.
“And this,” she set a tattered parchment of papers on the desk. “Are stories of prophecies from the North. They predict this will happen again.”
“Winter is Coming,” said Criston, “It’s a warning?”
Rhaenyra nodded. “The Long Night was the reason for the creation of the Great Wall, to protect us from whatever is on the other side.”
“And we don’t know what is on the other side.” Criston mused. “Can we cross the wall?
Rhaenyra shook her head. “The Night’s Watch forbid it. It’s punishable by death.”
Criston shrugged, still reading. “We can sneak over it on dragonback.”
Rhaenyra bit her lip. “I spoke with Father about what I had learned from Lord Corlys, and he told me an interesting tale. After learning of the long night, Queen Alysanne mounted Silverwing, with full intention of flying over the wall. The dragon refused. She never refused an order from the queen.”
Criston looked from the book, eyes clouded as he stared ahead at the realization. “So this is something even dragons fear?”
Rhaenyra took a deep breath and nodded.
He positioned the chair to face Rhaenyra. “What is...the connection with this and the unburnt woman?”
Rhaenyra’s hand rested on her dagger.
“The Prince who was Promised,” she said, “I believe it is her.”
-----
The six month trip was a great escape from the politics of King’s Landing. Though their trip was shrouded in secrecy, Rhaenyra and Criston did send a raven to Dragonstone, to ease his parents’ worries. As Will Cole takes on his new role as steward of Dragonstone, they would be in Highgarden for a year, away from the stress of ruling to enjoy their new marriage. Perhaps they would try for a child.
If only that were the truth, Criston thought. He would want nothing more than to free them both from the burdens of duty. But Rhaenyra was losing sleep as time passed, and her dreams grew more vivid. These prophecies needed to be handled now. His wife needed peace, and while he could not offer her freedom from the peace of her duties, he could at least support her throughout the journey.
Every now and then he would see the silhouette of Syrax flying over them. The sun shining off her golden scales, she truly was another Rhaenyra, Dragonborn. When the ships would stop at ports for supplies, Syrax would take to the water, floating next to them while resting. He grew more comfortable touching her, and her eyes would stay closed, relaxing as he stroked her head.
Most of the day at sea was spent with Rhaenyra leaning near the edge of the ship, eyes closed and wind through her hair. Criston would go into a trance watching the sun shimmer on her. He glanced warily at Harwin, who wore the same look on his face when he thought nobody was looking.
Criston took the challenge of practicing Rhaenyra swordsmanship, to prepare her for the next time someone needed their head cut. She was clumsy at first, and was also irritated that Criston would not strike her at full force. After all, they were using wooden swords for practice.
But her husband could never harm her.
Rhaeneyra proceeded to fire Criston as her instructor and beckoned Harwin to replace him. She grew even more frustrated when Harwin refused to do the same. She dismissed him as well, begrudgingly asking Criston to keep practicing with her.
“It takes time, Love,” Criston said, “You can’t be a master swordsman overnight.”
“Swords-woman,” Rhaenyra corrected cheekily.
At night, Rhaenyra would teach Criston High Valeryan. Like Rhaenyra and the sword, Criston did not take the ancient language up so easily. He could not roll his tongue, and believed he sounded like a brain damaged child when he spoke certain words.
“Dra-Car-Ys”
“Is?”
“No, Ys. Sharper.”
“Dra...Car....Ys?”
“Yes!” Rhaenyra gave a small clap. “Now, Dracarys.”
Criston cleared his throat. “Dracarys!”
“Ssh! Not to loud!”
Criston immediately ducked, covering his head.
“Just kidding!” Rhaenyra laughed.
-----
The favorite part of Rhaenyra’s day was sunrise. As they sailed south and into the balmy warmth of Esso’s, they would drag the mattress onto the deck, falling asleep under the stars and rising to watch during the violet sunrise.
This morning was different. She woke up on Cole’s chest, fingers interlaced. She noticed the staining of the wood was a different color. They were no longer on their ship. Rhaenyra sat up and was surrounded by complete strangers. She was afraid at first, and realized that they paid her no kind. It was as if she was invisible.
She got up and walked towards the bow, where a group of people stared ahead. A bald man. A dwarf. A dark skinned male and female. In front of them all was a young woman, with gold Targaryen hair, styled in intricate braids she had only seen in her dreams.
It was the unburnt woman.
Rhaenerya walked past the others and stood beside her, watching the castle Dragonstone grow closer into view. Instead of confusion and worry, Rhaenyra was filled with a surge of hope. Excitement. Preparedness.
These feelings were not hers.
She glanced at the woman, her blue eyes flashed with a brilliance Rhaenyra had never seen. They held the hope, excitement and Rhaenyra felt inside of her. The princess smiled with her, and looked ahead at the future that awaited them.
She did not know what journey they were on, but she knew the answer in her thoughts.
She was going home.
Nimble fingers slipped through Rhaeneyra’s, and she looked down to see the woman’s hand holding hers. She held on tight, hearing the words the embrace said.
I’m home. Please. Give me strength.
Rhaenyra looked up, and the woman’s tear filled eyes were staring into hers.
Rhaenyra gasped.
She jolted awake, still in her boat, still in Criston’s arms. He was asleep, undisturbed by her sudden jerking. She rested her head on his chest and sighed. The dreams were becoming more intense as the days grew closer.
Is it because we are approaching Asshai?
-----
Rhaenyra finally sat up, rubbing her eyes. The purple sunrise was still around her, but out of the corner of her view, Rhaenyra caught a glance of history she believed she would never witness.
Ahead, sticking out of the otherwise beautiful sky, a pillar of darkness. She raised from the makeshift bed and hurried to the edge of the ship. With enough focus, Rhaenyra could see outlines of tall, broken towers.
A flash of light in the pillar caused a jump, and she swore she saw lightning strike.
“What is that?” A voice behind her asked. Rhaenyra cupped the hand sliding on her shoulder as she leaned against Criston’s chest.
“The Ruins of Old Valyria.” Rhaenyra said, a somber tone in her voice.
“Shall we make a detour?” Criston asked.
“No.”
She felt Criston jump at her outburst, then continued, “During the rule of Jaehaerys, his neice, Princess Aerea, flew Baelerion to the ruins. Or rather....the dragon flew her back to his ancestral home.
She returned to King’s Landing one year later...and she was not the same girl. The only words she spoke to the men were, I never.”
Chills traveled down Rhaenyra’s spine as she recounted the rest of the tale in her mind. Daemon told her everything, shortly after getting Septon Barth drunk enough to reveal the truth. Even King Jaehaerys was spared the pain of the terrors the maesters saw.
Rhaenyra had never seen Daemon so grave when he spoke of it. And in truth, looking at the ruins ahead, Rhaenyra herself had never felt such fear.
“No mortal can pass through those ruins unscathed.” Rhaenyra continued, “As much as I want to...you and I can only see Valyria through the vision of my father’s model.”
Criston nodded, then turned his eyes toward the sky. “Where is Syrax?”
“I last saw her on the outskirts of Sunspear before we left the port. She refused to go any further.”
“If even the dragons know to stay away from here...what the hell are we doing.” Criston mused.
Rhaenyra squeezed his hand. “She knows I’m safe. Because I have my husband. Otherwise, she likely would have snatched me off the ship and drop me in front my father’s door.”
Rhaenyra was unsure if her words provided any comfort to Criston. Or herself. As she sailed further away from the blue skies of Westeros into the foreboding darkness of Asshai, Rhaenyra wondered the same thing.
-----
Criston bid farewell to the sun as it remained in Westeros the further they sailed. He awoke to foggy darkness every morning since passing the ruins of Valyria, and the only lights they were met with were the night stars. But even the that small comfort faded as they reached their destination.
Criston looked over the edge, unnerved by the color of the water. The beautiful cerulean sea was gone, replaced with a unnaturally bright shade of green.
“It’s very important,” Rhaenyra said, “to never drink the water here.”
Criston continued to stare. “I’m certainly not tempted.”
They docked at a small port ahead. Rhaenyra quickly disembarked, with Harwin and Criston following slowly behind.
“This place gives me the fucking creeps.” Harwin said, and Criston agreed. Rhaenyra seemed unfazed, but he knew the princess had a talent at hiding her true feelings.
Was she afraid, or was this a homecoming?
Two men at the harbor approached them, and Rhaenyra said, “Do you speak common tongue?”
She was met with silence. She cleared her throat and asked, “Ȳdrassis Valyrio Eglie?”
They nodded. “Skoros maghagon ao naejot Ahsī?”
“Se jurnegon syt truth isse iā prophecy bona won’t henujagon nyke,” said Rhaenyra, “Iksan dārilaros Rhaenyra Targārien hen King’s Landing, isse Vesteros.
Rhaenyra motioned to the ships.
“Emi maghatan ships se iēdar, enough naejot mōrī se oktion iā jēdarī. Kostilus maghagon nyke naejot iā voktys qilōni kostagon udligon ñuha másinos.”
They both gave another nod, and as one man went to the ship, the second went to the building at the end of the dock. He returned with another, a pale bald man dressed in black and gold robes
“The Targaryens from Westeros finally come to Asshai. Welcome, Princess.” The man said with a bow.
Rhaenyra cutsied. “Truly an honor to be in such an ancient city.”
“Yes, I’ve lived here all my adulthood. I am Hollis, from Lys originally. More mystery than history here, I’m afraid.
“You seek a temple of R'hllor, from my understanding. Plenty of red temples much closer than Asshai, Princess.”
Rhaenyra nodded, then said, “My husband’s always wondered where the ships of Sunspear sail.”
Criston started to regret that feeling.
“And,” said Rhaenyra, “the visions I have require answers from the source of prophecy.”
Hollis nodded. “There is a temple near the end of this city, ran by the priestess Alyxandria. I trust she will find what you are looking for. In the meantime, I will take you where we house our royal guests. And there are quarters for your ship servants.”
“The ship’s men are refusing to leave,” Harwin whispered, “They’re so spooked, they don’t even wish to touch this land.”
“Can’t say I blame them.” Criston mused.
-----
The city of Asshai was nothing like Criston had imagined. He wasn’t quite sure what he expected other than a place similar to King’s Landing. He expected the hot sun and sand dunes of the desert, the balmy blue sea, the marchants with food and coins on every corner.
The city was in fact literal darkness. In addition to the sky, all of the buildings were painted black. There were no merchants, no bards singing for coin, and no children. The people they walk by wore black tunic and capes, and their faces were covered with netted scarves.
The only way of visibility in the city were the burning street lanterns, as well as the large temple afar, glowing an ominous bright red.
Criston kept close to Rhaenyra, unnerved by the inability to see anyone’s face.
Hollis stopped at a black door to the left, opening it for his guests. As he walked in, he held the door open, drawing it back immediately after Rhaenyra passsed him.
He saw his palm, covered in grease. These buildings weren’t painted black.
They entered a dimly lit sitting area, decorated with sofas, tea tables, and a bar filled with bottles of exported wine and mead. Most of the seating was taken, with men he recognized as several nationalities, tended to by topless women in golden things.
Great, the royal house was a pleasure house. Criston looked at Rhaenyra, unfazed by the setting around her. He glanced at the staircase to the right, taking Rhaenyra’s hand.
“Take the day off Ser Harwin,” Criston said, patting his shoulder.
“Trust, that is the plan,” Harwin smirked.
The pair walk up the stairs when Rhaenyra stopped.
“I’m going to stay down here a while, if that’s okay.”
“Of course,” said Criston, and he watched her walk down the steps and sit by a young woman. She wore a low cut, form fitting gown, her shoulders covered by the waterfall of red curls.
The redhead looked oddly familiar, and he noted Rhaenyra’s interest in her. When he joined the kingsguard, he had wondered whether the princess and then Lady Alicent were lovers. Despite their closeness, the queen consort had never came to her bed chambers at night.
He was sure Otto Hightower would go out of his way to ensure nothing like that happened.
Rhaenyra touched the girl’s hair, then stopped to look at Criston. He almost chuckled -- of course she would never do such a thing to another man in front of him. But in a woman, he felt no jealousy. He almost felt....
Criston stopped himself before his thoughts devolved into something sinful. He motioned upstairs, and Rhaenyra answered by beckoning him closer.
He considered it, but Criston was also incredibly tired. He glanced at Harwin, who while in the company of two women, still kept an eye on the princess. He glanced up at Criston and gave a nod.
Harwin wouldn’t let the princess do anything too crazy thing in public. He gave Harwin a wave, and continued upstairs.
Maybe it was for the best. The knowledge that someone was also watching her lifted a weight off Criston’s shoulders.
-----
Rhaenyra’s heart sank watching her husband walk upstairs, and the High Valyrian the girl spoke faded into chatter.
“He must be shy.”
Rhaenyra chuckled. “Incredibly.”
She excused herself from the girl, and left her seat to accompany Harwin. The girls in between him start giggling to each other.
“It’s great,” Harwin joked, “I don’t know a word they are saying.”
Rhaenyra listened in a bit, and smirked. “They like you.”
A woman with a tray approached the table, sitting two flutes glasses down.
“From Lys,” she said, before walking away.
Harwin took the glass, drinking without second thought. Rhaenyra held the glass, spinning the fluid inside. Were Criston still there, he would have been worried it was poison or something.
She looked at the top of the stairs.
“What troubles you, Princess?”
“Ser Harwin,” said Rhaenyra, “Do you think he’s...happy here?”
“Here?” Harwin scoffed.
“Well, not Assai, I mean in his new role with...me.”
Harwin finished his line, pondering on her question before giving a response. He leaned over. “Permission to speak my truth, Princess?”
Rhaenyra nodded.
“He grew up a commoner, a completely different world than you and I.”
Rhaenyra grew defensive. “That shouldn’t mean anything.”
“It shouldn’t, but it does,” said Harwin, “I don’t mean it as a slight my lady. But he’s not used to all the...luxury of things. And...I don’t think any man would have an easy time being married to the future queen.”
Rhaenyra frowned. “You think he’s uncomfortable with me being queen?”
“No! I think he’s in awe of you. Everything else, the guards, the center of attention, that is what he’s uncomfortable with.”
They sat silent. Rhaenyra was saddened. Entering Criston’s world was an unexpected dream for her. She wanted the same for him so desperately.
“I’m a terrible wife,” said Rhaenyra, “For failing to understand him.”
Harwin mused for a bit and then said. “My father would tell me about his first marriage. The daughter of a lord from Highgarden. Beautiful city, and he was just so in love with her. She...had a difficult time, going from there to Harrenhall. And he tried to...but her everything she wanted, clothing, cooks all of that.
And he told me...he did all these things for her and it made nothing better. Finally he sat her down, and said what will it take for you to be happy?”
Rhaenyra took a sip of her wine, listening closely.
“And strangely enough to him, all she wanted was to talk. To have a sense of agency over their marraige.” Harwin took another glass offered by anod took a swig. “She wanted a marriage that these septons prattle on about. For the vows to mean something.”
“She wanted to feel equal to her husband.” Rhaenyra said.
“Yes, that’s it. So, he listened. Instead of just giving her things, he asked her what she wanted. She said she wanted to visit highgarden a few times a year, which they did. And it was happy. They just had to talk.”
“What became of her?”
“She died in childbirth with their first. Then my father married my mother, and then...” Harwin trailed off as he drank his wine. “He said he never loved a woman as much as her.”
Rhaenyra was moved. “There really aren’t enough men like your father in this world.”
“Hm. Indeed.” Harwin pointed upstairs. “Ser Criston Cole. He’s a good man. But patience and understanding is key.”
“Thank you.” She placed his hand over his and squeezed. “You’ll make a good husband one day.”
Harwin looked down at her hands for a while. Silent.
“Ser Harwin?”
“Ah, sorry,” Harwin snapped back, “The wine is getting to me. Thank you Princess, but I don’t see marriage in my future.”
Rhaenyra stood up and smiled. “Kingsguard maybe?”
“Fuck no!” Harwin shouted. “Anything that keeps me from loving life is detrimental to my health.”
Rhaenyra shook his head. “I have to go talk to my husband. Try not to have too much fun.”
Criston had been staring at the door to his bed chambers for too long now. He kept turning back to return to the stairs only to turn back around.
He was tired and overwhelmed. He wasn’t a kingsguard anymore. He should let Harwin fulfill his duty. He should relax.
After mentally exhausting himself, Criston opened the door.
He shut the door again, frantic as thoughts invaded. Who the hell was going to protect her while that oaf was fucking whores?! He let out a deep sigh and spun around and bumped into Rhaenyra. He instinctively placed his hands on her shoulders. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath quavered slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to talk.”
-----
They sat across from each other, in the small solar near the bed.
“I...” Rhaenyra started, playing with her hair nervously, “I understand that you’re not used to...everything quite yet. And I also understand that I may do or say things that might leave you...gods what’s the word, uncomfortable?”
“You don’t have to assume my feelings,” Cole said, a hand on her knee. “I’m right here.”
“Oh, right...you’re right.” Rhaenyra released the hold on her hair, bringing attention to the rings on her fingers.“ Tell me how you’re feeling.”
Criston slipped his hand over hers, and her fingers slowly began to stop moving.
“Well...this place for one, is a bit too weird for my tastes.”
“Hm, yes,” said Rhaenyra.
“And I’m concerned about what we are getting into.” Criston said. “Aren’t you?”
She mused. “No, surprisingly. I’m a bit...excited?”
Criston shook his head as he leaned back I to the sofa, laughing. “You were perhaps better off bringing Daemon. He would enjoy this more than your boring husband.”
Rhaenyra raised a brow. “What makes you boring, Criston?”
“I’m...a bit flustered being in a pleasure house.”
Rhaenyra lifted her brows. “I didn’t intend to disrespect our marraige.”
“No it was...nice”
She frowned. “What was nice?”
Criston felt heat overcome his skin. Even in the presence of his wife, he felt ashamed to voice such desires. Rhaenyra then placed a hand on his knee, eager for an answer.
“The thought of...seeing you with another woman is...nice.”
Rhaenyra looked at him, stunned.
“Huh. “ she said, suddenly leaping from the sofa and running out the door.
Criston frowned. Did he insult her? Did he misread the exchange between the two women? After all, Rhaenyra wasfriendly and sociable. Cursing himself, Criston rose to a stand to follow her, but as soon as he opened the door, Rhaenyra tumbled in with the redhead from upstairs.
They both looked at him, giggling in High Valyrian.
Criston froze. She wasn’t. He then saw a dangerous gleam in her eye.
She was.
Criston chuckled nervously. “I...never saw you as keen to share.”
“She’s not here for you.” Rhaenyra teased, as each girl took him by the arm, leading him back to the bedroom.
The redhead asked Rhaenyra a question, who pondered for a moment. She glanced at Criston and winked.
“Kostilus nyke jāhor ivestragī ao kipagon zȳhon orvorta tolī ry.” Rhaenyra said to the girl, who started giggling uncontrollably.
Criston frowned. “What did you say to her?”
He grunted as the two girls pushed him onto the bed.
“Nothing, Darling!”
-----
Rhaenyra chuckled as Criston continued to yawn down the stairs.
“What’re you so tired for,” a hungover Harwin complained, “you didn’t even drink.”
Rhaenyra smirked as her overtly shy husband looked away, scratching his head nervously.
The trio followed Hollis down the streets, which were as dark as when they arrived last evening. Rhaenyra always thought Asshai would be like the Citadel, equally quaint and magnificent. But the anonymity of the covered folk made the scene unsetttling. The grease covered walls of the outside disgusted her.
Who would willingly choose to live here?
“The Temple of R’allor awaits you,” Hollis said as he directed his hand to the dome shaped building. Red light emitted from the walls and the doorless entrance.
“I do hope you find what you are looking for, Princess.”
Rhaenyra nodded, and went inside. The temple was very reminiscent of the sept, save for the red glow. Prayers I scribed on tapestries, and magnificent drawing of lord, decorated the walls. The only seating were woven rugs strewn across the floor. In the center of the chapel was a large bonfire, encased in a golden pit.
Rhaenerya approached the flame, staring right into the center. It’s warmth, it’s light slowly began was calling to her.
She drew her had towards it.
“Princess!”
Rhaenyra shook herself back awake, to see Criston and Harwin gawking at her.
“What are you doing?”
Rhaenyra looked back at the flame, then at them. She had no clue. “Perhaps to see if I’m the unburnt woman?”
“Could you not?” Criston said.
“It’s our heads on a pike if a single hair is missing from your head, Princess.”
“Oh, you’re no fun.” Rhaenyra pouted.
“Greetings,” a female voice said.
A woman, fair skinned, with raven hair, swinging down her hips as she walked towards them. She wore a maroon cape, open just enough to expose the satin fabric of her dress hugging every curve. “I am Alyxandria, born in these lands.”
Rhaenyra felt rather plain in her canvas shirt and pants. This was a new experience for the princess - envy for how another woman looked.
She swallowed her ego and bowed. “Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, and Heir to the Iron Throne. Beside me is my husband, Prince Consort Criston Cole and our envoy, Ser Harwin Strong.”
Her expression remained unchanged. “A Targaryen in Asshai. A dangerous thing. What brings you here?”
Dangerous? Rhaenyra ignored the woman’s attempt at intimidation and spoke, “There are...a few things, really. .What can you tell us about The Long Night?”
“It’s long,” Alyxandria replied flatly, “and occurs at night.”
Rhaenyra waited for her to continue, but the room remained silent. What was the princess doing wrong? She decided to change the subject. Perhaps the witch was more interested in prophecy.
“I’ve been having these dreams,” Rhaenyra said, “That I believe predict The Long Night.”
“What do you see?”
“A woman walking through the fires without burning, a Targaryen woman. I thought at first it could be me but...maybe a descendant of mine?”
Rhaenyra scanned her memory for anything she missed, “I see her in the desert. Men, not of Westeros, bowing to her. A city of people in chains carry her in joy. I see her, on a ship to Dragonstone, telling me she is coming home. And...I see my father’s throne. Destroyed by a dragon.”
The priestess did not change expression. In fact, she looked rather bored.
“That has nothing to do with The Long Night. But it sounds like you are seeing the future of your family’s ruin.”
Rhaenyra’s heart sank into near despair. The prophecy required a Targaryen to save the kingdoms. How could Aegon dream of such if the Targaryens become extinct?
“Do not be surprised at the destruction of House Targaryen. All empires fall. There is nothing special about that.”
Alyxandria turned and walked away, leaving Rhaenyra stunned. Before the two men behind could protest, Rhaenyra chased after her.
“Wait, wait, how do you know?”
“I know.”
“But there must be a reason I am seeing this. I’m not being tormented without reason?”
Alyxandria sighed and turned around. “I am sorry, my lady. You’ve come here for nothing.”
Rhaenyra grew irritated. “I am not your lady. I’m the heir to the realm--”
“The threat against us doesn’t care about such trivial things.”
“The Iron Throne is anything but trivial --“
Alyxandria scoffed. “When faced with extinction, physical things such as thrones are trivial. And before you speak again, do know that your authority does not extend to here.”
Alyxandria turned and continued to walk away.
“Farewell, Princess.”
Rhaenyra’s head was spinning. She could not let this trip be in vain. She could not return to tell her father such terrible words. Her hand instinctively reached for the dagger on her hip. Holding the hilt tight, Rhaenyra shouted, her voice echoing.
“From my blood come the Prince Who was Promised, and his will be the Song of Ice and Fire!”
The woman stopped. “Where did you hear that phrase?”
Rhaenyra unsheathed the dagger, walking towards the flame and held the blade. She heard the clicking of heels, as Alyxandria read as the words on the steel.
“The prophecy of my ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror. He believed a terrible threat to the world was imminent, and only a Targaryen could stop it.”
Alyxandria’a eyes stayed fixed on the glowing words.
“The Lord of Light is fire. The Great Other is ice. The two gods will continue to wage war, until Azor Ahai, your prince who was promised, is reborn.” Alyxandria glanced at her, “I doubt it’s a Targaryen that will save the world from darkness.”
Rhaenyra grew angry, and turned to face her. She did not have time for such insults against her name.
“Suspend your prejudice about my family for a moment. Winter is Coming. Whether it is tomorrow or a hundred years from now, it does not matter! I am having visions of what I know is the future, and if there is anything I can learn to prevent the destruction of my home --“
Rhaenyra stopped and her eyes glazed over. She was back in the throne room, covered in ash. The large black dragon she did not recognize. His glowing red eyes.
Rhaenyra moaned, rubbing her head.
“Are you okay?” Criston asked. Rhaenyra jumped, not seeing him beside her. She merely nodded.
“In your visions, you see woman in the flames who does not burn?” Alyxandria asked, staring into the fire.
Rhaenyra nodded. “She walked into a funeral pyre with three large stones. And emerged unharmed, with three baby dragons.”
Alyxandria’s eyes widened and she whispered, “Dragons from stone...”
She whisked away from the two and hurried away, commanding them. “Come with me.”
-----
“Many noble families with the blood of Old Valyria come to this temple, from Essos, claiming they are Azor Ahai,” said Alyxandria as she gathered a bottle of wine. “Forgive my skepticism.”
The priestess has brought them into a large room. Harwin leaned against the door while Criston and Rhaenyra watched her prepare the drink.
“The Targaryens turned their back on R’hllor, taking to the Faith of the Seven in favor of conquest,” said Alyxandria, “The Lord of Light would not protect one from the heat of flame without reason.”
Alyxandria carried the tray and brought it to the ground in the center of the room. She pulled a bag of sand from her robe, and walked in a pattern, spilling the grains on the floor.
“So I am seeing the future,” Rhaenyra mused.
“Daenys the Dreamer correctly predicted the Doom. It’s not too surprising for her progeny to experience the same.”
Alyxandria took a torch to the sand, and a heart shape flame encircled the center. She then laid down two red and gold mats across the floor in front of the burning symbol.
“You and I will be going on a journey. Trust in the Lord, and he will show you the answers you seek.”
Rhaenyra remained still, but the voice in her brain scoffed. She was never a believer of gods. To Rhaenyra, god was a tool used by man to warp the minds of the ignorant.
Today, she swallowed that part of her to suspend disbelief and find her answer.
“I’m coming too,” said Criston.
Rhaenyra opened her mouth to protest, but Alyxandria inturrupted her.
“I’ll pour another glass.”
-----
Rhaenyra and Criston sat across from each other with Alyxandria in the middle. Three golden chalices, filled with wine, stood in front of her.
“This wine was made in the kingdom of Valyria, over 400 years ago.” Alyxandria said.
“Saved for a special occasion?” Rhaenyra quipped and glanced at Harwin. “I’m sure there’s plenty for you, Ser Harwin!”
Hawin, leaning against the door, shook his head. “I’ll keep to the mead, Princess.”
Alyxandria ignored the joke and offered her hand. “The blade you hold, Princess.”
Rhaenerya unsheathed the blade and surrendered it, recoiling as the priestess sliced open her palm. She lay her wounded hand over each cup, spilling blood until it filled the rim.
As she spoke a low chant in High Valyrian, Rhaenyra glanced at an unsettled Criston.
“You don’t have to do this with me.” Rhaenyra said.
Criston swallowed. “I don’t know where she plans on taking you. But I refuse to let you go there alone.”
He leaned over, taking her hand. “I’m by your side. Whatever may come.”
Rhaenerya chuckled. “Even if it’s all the hellfire that the Septon carries on about?”
Criston scoffed.
She squeezed his hand and echoed, “Whatever may come.”
#house of the dragon fanfiction#house of the dragon fanfic#hotd fanfiction#hotd fanfic#rhaenyra/criston#criston/rhaenyra#rhaenyra x criston#criston x rhaenyra#rhaenyra targaryen#criston cole#ser crispin#leona writes
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Viserys’ entrance during episode 8 to the throne was the most tragic and heartbreaking scenes we witnessed so far.
Viserys spent so many years trying to get a son. He bypassed his first child in attempt to replace her and by doing so it made her ill prepared for what was to come.
When Viserys anointed Rhaenrya as heir, it was done out of spite. He put his daughter in the line fire just satisfy his need to appease himself.
The crown is a burden, especially for one who does not want it.
He is like a child in the fact that he is driven by his Id.
He loves his daughter but he wants to be taken care of by someone -> he marries Alicent.
He loves his wife but he really wants a son -> he guts Aemma.
He loves Daemon and wants his brother to know his place -> he names an heir that has not been trained, prepared, and one that will cause dissent.
He loves his children and family and wants them to get along -> he doesn’t stamp out the dissension going on before his eyes regarding his heir.
Viserys values his piece of mind more than he loves; whether that be Aemma, Rhaenerys, Daemon, Helaena, etc.
He loves his momentary peace more even if it will cause more chaos later.
He could have stood up for Rhaenyra years ago. Targaryens are all “Fire and Blood” until it’s time to do time “fire and blood” shit. He could have told Otto, and the Lannisters and all who opposed his decisions to fall in line or face the consequences but he didn’t.
It took him years bound in a bed, being feed drugs in a dark room all day everyday to realize what matters. That AND his daughter begging for his help.
When he walked in there, he was at his worst; body in immense pain, alone for who knows how long, pride no longer existent, he finally decided to put his loved one above hisself. The first time and he knew it was too late but he finally did something right.
This was his first act of love in its actual unaltered form.
#viserys targaryen#rhaegar targaryen#aemma targaryen#aemma arryn#daemon targeryan#alicent hightower#otto hightower#house of dragons#asoiaf
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Little-Spicy Masterlist!
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MARVEL
Stucky
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PAINT
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HOT TO THE TOUCH
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AT LAST
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EARLY BIRD
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SOMETHING SWEET
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OUR LOSS
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Steve Rogers
RAIN ON MY PARADE
Summary: Y/N is a blind date for Steve, one of Bucky's girl's sister was set up and she couldn't help but get stuck in the bad weather.
Spiderverse Preferences
Which Disney Couple are you?
What would happen if you fell asleep on them?
What Turns Them On
Favorite Position
How Do They Comfort You?
Favorite Things To Do With You
How They React When Their Jealous
Where Do They Like To Kiss You?
When Would They Bring You Flowers?
How would They Take Care of You When Your Sick?
Otto Octavius
EXPERIMENTAL
Summary: When Otto experiments with a brand new substance, it doesn't go well. Y/N sees the big bad doctor in a whole new light.
COMFORT
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Eddie Brock
JUST A LITTLE KISS
Summary: When Eddie and Venom fight, Venom decided to go out on the town. Knowing Eddie is too stubborn, Y/N decides to find Venom and some things reveal unexpectedly.
HOTD
Aemond Targaryen
LIES
Summary: Aemond is to be married to Jocelyn Baratheon for an alliance and doesn't tell Y/N. He's willing to lie to keep her and way more.
SECRET TIES
Summary: Y/N Velaryon was the adopted child of Rhaenerys and Laenir. Taken in as a babe and was the daughter of house Velaryon and treated as one. Even though the blacks and greens have bad blood. Y/N and Aemond have always shared a secret love for one another. As war begins, the two decide to set their own fate and seal a promise made long ago.
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SNOWFALL
Summary: an alliance of house Baratheon and house Stark was going to set place in Winterfell. Y/N Baratheon and Robb Stark were to be wed and be man and wife.
OTHER
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BEING THE DOCTOR’S WIFE INCLUDES
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SWEET MELODY
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HEAT
Summary: After they believed they killed Sil, Y/N is going through changes and when she is suddenly hit with the urgency to mate, Stephen realizes there's more to her than he realized.
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𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓚𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓻
Aegon Targaryen x Sister Targaryen Oc
Summary: Rhaenerys loved her siblings, especially her brother, whom she was willing to steal from under green's nose to keep him safe.
A/N: It’s not my best work but I hope you all gonna like it nonetheless.
English is not my native language. Sorry for any mistakes.
Part 2
Rhaenerys was Rhaenyra's younger sister. Born a year later, she was nothing that her father had imagined. Until now, she remembered his words.
-The maester said it was a son, he had to be. How he kicked, how energetic and strong he was- Viserys had repeated through most of her childhood years.
The woman tried to ignore how much his words affected her, but eventually she began to live with them, transforming them into her strength. She was stubborn, temperamental, and clever, winning her place among the royal court , but her heart remained the same. Kind and loving to those who she loved.
Her older sister and she were inseparable. They were a rock and peace for each other. When their mother died, when their dear friend married their father, or when the world forgot about them the moment their younger siblings were conceived into the world. They clung to each other as if they were eachother last bit of hope.
Only then did Viserys begin to notice his second daughter. He began to notice her dedication, her kind soul and hardened spirit. He tried to be supportive as Rhaenerys stared blankly at the wall after hearing the news that she would never be able to have children of her own, tried to treat her as equal to the older Targeryen, unconsciously loving her more than ever before.
The princess did not show it, for her subjects she was a tough and self-confident woman, but inside she felt defeated, lonely.
Many men followed her with their eyes, not hiding their lust, but she stubbornly pushed them away, knowing that she would not give them what the lords wanted most - an extension of their legacy.
However, there were also those whom she let into her bed. Ser Criston or Harwin Strong were the ones her heart cried out to, but the white-haired woman ignored her feelings each time, eventually pushing them away to watch her sister take them into her chambers.
Over the years, she had finally accepted punishment from the gods.
She had no choice but to start living with it, because the curse had no intention of disappearing from her life anyway, so Rhaenerys turned her bitterness into love for her family, which grew drastically quickly, bringing with it equally drastic changes.
Her younger siblings spoke to her very often, and despite Rhaenyra's silent objections, she had nothing to say, watching the love she once received passes to her younger siblings.
Ageon probably loved her the most. She was the first person that did not instill in him the obligation to reign, or didn't beat him when he did something inappropriate.
As it used to be for her older sister, the violet-eyed princess became a peaceful haven for the boy.
He often dreamed of her as his mother or lover. She was all he needed, making him a better and more decent man.
But when she disappeared for six years, hiding in Dragonstone with the king's eldest daughter, her uncle and their children, the white-haired man began to return to what his mother's upbringing had created, to the drunkard who slept with another woman every night.
When she found out about it, she wasn’t furious but disappointed and she didn’t even knew in who more, herself or the fair-haired prince.
Sitting on the great bed, in the royal chambers, the silver-haired girl tried not to cry. Seeing her dying father was hard for her. Rhaenerys was convinced that Viserys had become a living corpse, and his great suffering was evident in his uncover eye.
Holding him by the hand, he told him about what was happening on Dragonstone, staying longer in his presence than Daemon and Rhaenyra, who left her alone with her parent for a moment.
She felt as if everything was starting to fall apart, and the sight of her brother only confirmed it.
Entering his room, she found a real mess. The smell of alcohol wafted through the air, and the prince himself lay on the creased sheets, snoring. The white-haired woman approached him, looking at his body from above, unconsciously combing his silver strands, as she used to do when he was still a child.
Aegon muttered under his breath as he tucked his face into the pillow, fearing that Alicent had decided to pay him a visit again.
-Aegon - the woman said, her velvety voice immediately recognized by the young man.
Frowning in consternation, he opened his eyes to see the Trageryen in front of him who had haunted his dreams too many times.
-Rhaenerys?- he asked in a hoarse voice, trying to force himself to awake.
-I came back - she informed him, walking away from the prince's bed, when he decided to get up.
Violet-eyed man grinned, hugging her tightly. Snuggling against her body, he hid his head in the crease of her neck, inhaling the familiar and soothing scent that surrounded the princess.
-I missed you - he confessed, overjoyed at the presence of his beloved sister, but she did not answer -What's the matter?- he asked confused, looking at her purple irises- Why are you looking at me like that? Rhaenerys please don't look at me like that- he whispered, seeing the same emotions that the queen often looked at him with.
-What happened to you?- she asked, touching his cheek, which was slightly flushed.
-You weren't here. You left me, and my mother still demands more of me. I can't handle it, you left me alone -he complained.
-Will you drink yourself to death with a prostitute by your side every time I leave you alone? - asked the daughter of the king - Aegon, I will not be with you all my life - the white-haired girl replied, catching his face in her hands to look him straight in the eyes.
-I'm sorry -he said, and the first tears began to run down his face.- I'll stop, just don't leave me, please- he croaked, falling into her arms.
Rhaenerys wrapped her arms around him tightly, kissing his temple, she stroked his head with her free hand, motherly rocking him from side to side to soothe his brother, if only slightly.
-Now, now - she whispered soothingly -There are things that need to be taken care of, Aegon, then I'm all yours - she added, and her younger brother squeezed her body tighter in an act of silent objection, but the silver-haired woman knew that no matter how much he would not like it ,the young man will agree to anything, as long as she will be around him.
Staring at the wall opposite them, she struggled with her thoughts. She felt as if she were faced with a choice between her sister and her brother, whom she loved too much to gain one at the expense of the other.
And oh, how quickly and unexpectedly she was told to make that choice.
As she ran through Kings Landing, the woman was desperately searching for the white-haired man.
The king is dead. This words still echoed in her head like bells, pounding in her ears.
She stayed in the capital because of her younger siblings, only to become a prisoner of the castle the next day.
She and Rhaenys were furious and deaf at Alicent's offer to convince them to join her and her son. And when an opportunity arose in the form of a gap created by a white worm, they both fled out of the Red Keep, hidden behind wide hoods , hiding in the large group of people.
-Wait- said the princess.
-We don't have time for this Rhaenerys - the old woman said.
-I know about it -purple-eyed replied immediately- But Aegon is not in the castle, I have to find him.
-What for? He is to become a king, and this will create a conflict that can not be avoided anymore - said the white-haired woman- This may be the cause of your death, do not be stupid.
-Free the dragons, free Aegarax and Sunfyre - she ordered firmly, ignoring her words. -Trust me -Rhaenyra's sister said, grabbing her hands.
The late king's cousin merely nodded before moving forward, straight to Dragonpit, when she walked in the opposite direction, begging the gods to be on her side. Capturing Ageon was the best and most risky solution. The prince was the last pawn needed to start a civil war, and Rhaenerys intended to take him away and hide him away from the queen.
Holding the paper in her hand, she looked at it uncertainly.
According to the written message, her brother hid in a temple in the city center, so she, having nothing to lose, trusted a stranger who, to her surprise, left many clues for her.
When she was not far away, one of the prostitutes showed her the direction and the side entrance, as if knowing what the woman had came for.
The white-haired princess entered the stone building. Taking off her cloak, she began her search in a seemingly deserted temple.
-Ageon - said the princess - It's me Rhaenerys. We have to get out of here as soon as possible, we don't have much time.
As if on command, the violet-eyed man left the stone altar, looking uncertainly at his sister, who, seeing him, ran up to him quickly.
-White worm said he would take me to the ship- he informed her -I will disappear from here and Rhaenyra will become queen.
The woman frowned in concern. There was nothing in her letter about the boat or the disappearance. Suddenly, a soft growl fell from her lips, and her eyes darkened with anger.
The white worm probably made the game, and the prince was the grand prize. The one who gave more won him and the rest of the seekers.
-I don't trust him - Rhaenerys said -Aegon, you will come with me. We will fly to Dragonstone. Do you understand? -she asked, taking his hand.
-But our sister, she will kill me- he said- Let's just run away together somewhere, far away- added the fair-haired man.
-Nothing will happen to you - assured the young woman - She never wanted to kill you, your mother inculcated it into your head, if your coronation happens, the war breaks out Aegon and many heads will fall from many necks.
The young man, still scared, nodded understanding as he let his siblings lead him forward. The princess thought she had time, but the sight of unfamiliar men heading towards the temple had led her out of her misconception .
The siblings hid behind one of the massive pillars. The woman pulled a dagger from under her coat, grasping it firmly in her hand, while the other held her brother's hand.
Stepping slowly, she guided her and the prince's movements next to her. The two twins looked around for Aegon, and when they had gone far enough, they took the opportunity by sneaking to the door.
-Quick - Targaryen whispered, looking from side to side.
-Princess- a male voice called her.
Rhaenerys stopped. Hiding the violet-eyed man behind her, she was looking confidently at Ser Criston's dark irises, accompanied by Aemond
-Prince, your mother looking for you -he added, shifting his gaze to the man behind her.
-He's not going anywhere - she threatened, gripping the blade tighter.
Suddenly, the twins came out from behind their backs.
The white-haired girl looked away from one place to another. After a moment she closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing.
Dragons can tell when their bonded riders need them.
Suddenly a loud roar spread around, and a shadow covered the square on which they were located.
Dragons are not foolish creatures.
Aegarax descended from the stone structure, landing next to Rhaenerys and Aegon, carefully watching the people in front of him with his eyes.
They can tell the difference between friend and foe.
Opening his mouth, he let out a loud scream again, and then a fire appeared in the back of his throat. The white-haired woman took the opportunity to drag the would-be king to her reptile, quickly climbing his back together with the young man.
-Sōvēs! (Fly) - the blonde said loudly, and the animal rose heavily, destroying parts of some buildings around them.
The black beast soared above the ground as it flew through the city.
The rider looked back, the King's Landing receded farther and farther away, to become only a blur. As two more roars spread through the air, she breathed a sigh of relief. Rhaenys wth her dragon and Sunfyre flew near them.
The women looked at each other and nodded their heads in silent understanding. The white-haired girl closed her eyes, feeling the adrenaline leaving her body.
Aegon grabbed her hand, squeezing it as tightly as they had been a few moments ago when they were on the ground, then he kissed her cheek, hiding his face in her neck.
-Thank you- he whispered, but she heard him anyway.
Rhaenerys joined their hands together in response, nestling against his torso. They were safe...for now.
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Jealous Girl - Daemon Targaryen x Fem OC
❝ Why? Cuz I'm a jealous, jealous, jealous girl, if I can't have you baby no one else in this world can ❞
At the kings hosting tourney held for his new heir, Daemon attended to fight and obviously Lavaeh watches to cheer her husband but can't help getting Massively a little jealous when she spots the way Princess Rhaeneyra looks at her Husband (He doesn't Wed Rhea Royce)
Cheers were heard in the massive crowd, Lavaeh sat in-between her mother, Rhaenerys Velaryon and Her father, Corlys Velaryon. Lavaeh was waiting for her husband to show so she could watch from the front.
"I know many of you travelled Long leagues to be at these games but I promise you will not be disappointing, when I look at the fine knights in these lists I see a group without equal, in our histories and this great day has been made more auspicious by the news that I am happy to share, Queen Aemma has begun her Labors. May the luck of the seven shine upon all combatants" The king, Viserys announced making everyone cheer loudly as the Men from different house rode on their horses, she knew her husband would come last to choose his opponent
Her mother turned to her with a look of concern "My dear, are you well?" She asked, Lavaeh turned to look at her mother "Of course mother" she smiled, she was just worried about her husband, she knew these tourneys could break out into a fight.
"Princess Rhaenrys Targaryen, I would humbly ask for the favour of the Queen who never was" The man on the Horse spoke making the crowd cheer
Her mother stood up and grabbed the gift "Good fortune to you cousin" She spoke with a smile
"I would gladly take it, if I thought I needed it" he spoke cockily, Lavaeh rolled her eyes at his attitude, he was gonna lose, she thought
He lost. His loss made Rhaenrys and Lavaeh start giggling as his ego must be bruised by now.
"He's a Targaryen. Prince of the city will now choose his first opponent"
Lavaeh looked at her mother and father before watching her husband with a smile, she cheered along with the crowd as he made his appearance
He finally chooses the oldest Hightower, the son of Otto. He won obviously then made his way over on his house.
Lavaeh watched as Rhaeneyra walked up aswell with a smile, she didn't think nothing about it.
She saw her husband look up at Rhaeneyra, She smiled when she saw her uncle "Nicely done, uncle" she complimented making Daemon grin "Thank you princess" he spoke to Rhaeneyra before making his way over to his wife.
"How are you, my Wife?" He asked with a smile, She gave a smile back trying to hide the fact she was little jealous of Rhaeneyra's interaction with her husband
Lavaeh Fanned herself with her hand "I'm still trying to Calm down after you tripped a horse" She joked making Daemon chuckle "Is that so?" He asked with a smirk, Lavaeh raised an eyebrow then nodded
"Now, I am certain I can win these games, My beautiful Wife. Having your Favour would all be assured" He spoke with a grin as he pointed at me with the stick weapon, She rolled her eyes playfully with a smile as she grabbed the flower ring that had Blue flowers on them, giving it To Daemon.
"Good luck, my husband" She spoke with a smile as she blew a kiss to him, He happily returned it before she went to sit back in between her mother and father.
She saw her husband fight again another opponent from the Ritz, but it turned out to be a fight off the horse. This made Lavaeh let out a big sigh "It's always a fight with him" she muttered making her father chuckle
Lavaeh looked over to Rhaeneyra who was playing with her necklace as she watched Daemon fight, she had a grin on her and she was laughing everytime Daemon hit.
Lavaeh had enough and gave her parents a smile before walking out, they gave her a confused look before her father looked at Rhaeneyra and instantly knew what was happening.
(Time skip)
Lavaeh was in her chambers, sitting on the bed reading to pass the time, she heard the door opening to See her husband, Daemon with a confused look on his face
"My beautiful Wife, why did you leave?" Daemon asked as he sat down beside her, she didn't look at him "I was tired that's all and I don't want to watch my husband fight off the horse" she spoke quietly making Daemon chuckle and pull her into a side hug and place a kiss on her forehead
"Are you going to tell me the real reason?" He whispered into her ear as he still had her into a side hug, she shook her head playfully making him chuckle again
She looked up at him "Are you unhappy? If you are, I'd rather you would tell me now" she asked, this made Daemon's confusion grow
"unhappy? My beautiful wife, what on earth are you talking about?" He asked softly as he cupped her face making her cheeks squish together.
She looked down again but smiled "I was only asking" she spoke with a small giggle, trying to defuse the situation
Daemon pulled her into a passionate kiss which she accepted, she smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his hands on her hips.
Lavaeh pulled away and give him a smile "I'll take that as a no then?" She asked jokingly making Daemon roll his eyes "Haha funny. Yet you have still to tell me who or what made you ask me such a question" he spoke, She gave him a look "No one or nothing, it was a question" she spoke with a giggle
Daemon gave her a suspension look "I will get my answers sooner or later" he spoke with a chuckle as he pulled her into another passionate kiss
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