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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Helpless

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem!Reader

Summary: Rhaenyra struggles with the loss of her mother and only Reader steps up to help her.

A/N: I am already down SO BAD for Rhaenyra and will be bending the knee for her.

You had never fought on the battlefield before but you were sure at this moment you would win a war to get back to Rhaenyra.

When the news had reached you about the untimely passing of her mother, you knew you had to abandon your travels and head back to King’s Landing to be there for her. It seemed like the urgency of your expedition had dissipated and this had become the only thing in the world that mattered.

You were partially comforted by the fact that she would have Alicent to look after her. Although, this wouldn’t be the same as you tending to her. Whilst Alicent was Rhaenyra’s dearest friend, you were her lover and closest confidant.

Tight knotting ravaged your stomach and chest as you got closer and closer to King’s Landing. Fear set in as you pondered how your poor Rhaenyra was faring without you. The carriage just simply wasn’t going fast enough. You had demanded returning by horseback, knowing you’d be able to outride the entire party and get there in half the time. However, your demands were harshly refused. Instead, you were to sit helplessly in a carriage, playing with your hands and torturing yourself with the endless possibilities of your love’s welfare.

Once safely in King’s Landing, you ignored a squire’s hand to help you out of the carriage and essentially launched yourself out of it.

“My Lady, we hadn’t expected you back for quite some time.” The squire commented but you brushed him off.

“The Princess needs me.” You responded, storming off to the kitchen to fetch a selection of some of Rhaenyra’s favourite cakes. Then, you completed your mission to her chambers.

You were right; Rhaenyra did need you. When you found her, she was curled up on her bed, lying on her stomach on a large pillow that was almost the size of a person. It was drenched with her tears but she clung onto it, sobbing relentlessly.

Never had you seen your dear Rhaenyra so helpless. Her full body was racked with painful and shuddering sobs. She seemed fragile and thin. Clearly, she had eaten very little since the event and the consequences had quickly manifested in her petite frame. The black dress that once fitted her perfectly now seemed to drown her.

She lay facing out of the window and didn’t register your entrance. It wasn’t until you set the cakes to the side and gently got on to the bed behind her that she realised there was someone else in the room. Startled, she jumped at the contact when you placed a loving hand on her shoulder until she recognised your kind face and she instantly felt safe.

Desperately, she grabbed at the collar of your dress, pulling you down on top of her and let out deep and heart-wrenching howls. It was the safety you provided that allowed her to let go so freely and truly vent her pained emotions. You responded to her by wrapping your arms round her tightly and burying your head in her neck, kissing her soft skin gently to reassure her.

“My sweet one, I am so sorry.” You mumbled against her skin. “I am here now. I am sorry I wasn’t before.”

“You came back for me.” She shakily spoke in between her ragged breathing.

“I will always come back for you, Princess.” You said, resting your elbow on the pillow and looking down at her. The poor thing had a red and raw complexion in stark contrast to her usually sun kissed one. You ran your fingers through her hair, casually twirling the strands between them in an attempt to soothe her.

Rhaenyra reached up to kiss you gently, placing both of her hands on your cheeks and holding you in place. Your eyes instantly closed and you reciprocated the kiss delicately. You brushed your thumb along her jaw in feather-like touches. Selfishly, you rejoiced at the opportunity of being able to kiss her again but held yourself back in respect for her mourning.

Once you’d pulled back, you rested your forehead against hers, still caressing her jawline. She looked up at you with a gorgeous combination of ardour and melancholy.

“You can tell Alicent to take some rest, I am here to tend to you now.” You whispered to her; your face close enough to hers that your lips brushed against her skin as you spoke.

Rhaenyra swallowed thickly at that and settled back against the pillow, avoiding your gaze. Her response confused you profusely and you brushed some hair away from her forehead in an attempt to get her to look at you.

“Alicent has not been here in days. I hear she tends to my father.” Rhaenyra admitted, almost guiltily and still tried to avoid eye contact with you. Nothing could stop the frown that your features contorted to make. To say the least, you were furious. In your Rhaenyra’s time of need, the person who you were sure would tend to her had abandoned her in favour of her father. The King no doubt would have had the support of the small council, countless whores and anyone else who enjoyed breathing. In your absence, Rhaenyra only had Alicent but had been left to fend for herself.

“What about Daemon?” You inquired. “Surely he has paid you a visit.”

Daemon wasn’t exactly your preferred substitute but apart from you or Alicent, you knew that he would be the only one who could provide your beloved with some comfort.

“No, I don’t know where he is.” She replied sheepishly. This angered you too, but not nearly as much as Alicent. If anything, Daemon’s absence was to be preferred. You had always been cynical of his intentions with Rhaenyra and she did not need his influence in this particularly vulnerable time. Still, she should never have been left alone.

Carefully, you sat back against the grand throw pillows on the bed and pulled Rhaenyra with you so that her head rested on your chest.

“Well, I am here now and I’m not going anywhere.” You reassured her, pressing kisses to the crown of her head.

“I am glad you’re back; I couldn’t possibly pretend that big pillow was you for much longer.” She replied, with a slight smirk in her tone. It was both heart-warming and gut-wrenching that she had craved your comfort so much she had resorted to imagining your presence.

“Well, hopefully I have more intelligent things to say than the pillow.” You offered, stroking her hair and allowing her to wrap her arms round your waist to hold you in an iron grip. She never truly appreciated the vastness of her own physical strength.

“Hmm, I am not so sure.” Rhaenyra joked, looking up at you with a faint smile. Despite her mourning and the pain, she would always be able to smile once in your arms. For that, you’d allow her to make her little jests so that she might find her playful demeanour again.

“Well, I’ll keep quiet then. I am sure you and the pillow have much to discuss.” You smirked.

“I think we have discussed all we can.” She sighed contentedly, settling into your arms. “Tell me about your travels. Give me a distraction from how heinous this feels.”

“I will, but first,” you began, reaching over to retrieve the cakes from the side. “Please eat some of these. I know you won’t have eaten much but I’m certain you can be tempted with cake.”

Rhaenyra’s stiff and exposed expression confirmed you were right about her not having eaten. She made a careful selection on a lavender cake and nibbled on it, looking up at you adoringly.

“You know how to make everything better.” She told you, settling her head in the crook of your neck. You kissed her forehead gently and rubbed her back soothingly.

“I’ll always try to make things better for you, my Princess.” You said and the did as your princess had commanded of you, regaling stories of your recent travels in an animated way which you knew she would like. Rhaenyra enjoyed your commentary, sometimes finding herself giggling and immediately began to feel more at ease. Her one true love had endeavoured to come back for her when she needed them most.

Existence without her mother was excruciating and the days that followed Queen Aemma’s passing had been a war that Rhaenyra was losing. She had tried desperately to keep her head above water, flailing helplessly with no assistance. With your return, it was like you had reached your hand out to stop her from drowning. Rhaenyra settled, feeling safe in your arms and that things had just gotten a little less terrible.

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howyouloveyourdragon · 1 year

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Idaña Perzys (Only Fair part iv)

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warnings: non graphic violence pronouns: she/her summary: Y/n is trapped in King's Landing and Rhaenyra worries over her own troublesome mind and memories. Plots of the Crown are made clear. divider: firefly-graphics A/N: some more family dynamic focuses, a tad bit of filler so i can properly set up part 5 but i hope you still enjoy! also any harsh words about alicent here are through her own lens, i tend to use the character's perspective a lot to influence my writing and decided to delve into it a bit i swear i love her ♡ wordcount: 3,192

title translation: Idaña Perzys – Twin Fire

Rhaenyra couldn’t pretend that the journey back to Dragonstone was not troublesome, her boys bickered and her patience wore thin. She spun the rings on her fingers until she hissed as one cut her. She slid a crumpled parchment from the pocket of her skirt—it had turned yellow and the edges tore, her eyes tracing it carefully. A grumble emits from her throat and she sighs. Since returning she had thought often of that carriage ride. How odd it had been to travel without her life, how her children didn’t seem as remorseful as they should have been for the strife between themselves and their uncles. She is grateful to the Gods that Helaena and Alicent are with you, you deserve to spend time with the family you had rarely seen since your youth. She dismisses that thought, she barely saw you as a child due to her own prejudice. Rhaenyra swallows and sighs, standing in her chambers and piecing together what little memories she had of you before you both wed. She had visited for your ten and eighth namesday, she recalls though not well, you had been beaming with radiance and clutching a pendant to your neck emblazoned with a blue sapphire no doubt gifted by your brother Aemond. Jace had scoffed and almost turned around and Lucerys was squeamish and hiding in his own skirts. Your own brothers glared at the supposed intruders but as her mind flickers with images, she notes how tightly young Aemond had gripped your hand and although his eyes narrowed in slits and glared at her boys, he too was hiding but within your own skirts, not Alicent’s. She smiled at that, mildly proud of the maternal cocoon you used to engulf him in. Alicent was on his other side but it was you who’s arm he would cling to. While the Hightower-Targaryen clan glared and huffed at their presence; you grinned, all bright and welcoming. She snorts at the memory of you practically dragging Aemond toward them with you, his heels digging into the ground and his frown now on you. Her own arm snaked around Lucerys’ shoulders and both boys averted their gazes.

“Sweet sister,” She remembers greeting with a strained smile. “I hope you have had a pleasant celebration so far.” You raised your chin like a true dragon, she had thought, though impish in that broad smile. “I have.” You had answered, teeth bared for her and hair tumbling down your shoulders. Rhaenyra nodded, her own smile growing. “I am glad for it.” She returned with a nod of her head. “I have a gift for you.” Your head snapped up to look at her. “Might you have opened it?” You shook your head and flames at your mother whose own brow furrowed. “Ah. That would be because I have not given it to you yet, turn around.” Giggles spurted from your like the shell of a hatched egg and you obeyed, twisting over and your brother straightening his posture warily. She swept back your hair onto your shoulder and tentative hands caressed your warm skin. Tickles dribbled across you, inciting a shudder when a cold track of metal span across your neck. Your breath hitches and your eyes met with Helaena’s sparkling ones but Rhaenyra wasn’t looking at her, she was looking at you. She lingered as you fingers reached up to dance across it in pensive thought and curiosity. Aemond lifted his head to look at it but his expression remained impassive. Aegon from across huffed and rolled his eyes, garnering a short slap to his arm from Alicent.

“It is made of dragon glass. The finest in dragonstone.” Rhaenyra commented. “I thought perhaps you could keep a piece of me even whilst I am not present." “How thoughtful.” You breathe, flickers of excitement flickering up your spine. She leaned her lips to rest beside ear. You thought she might grace you with more of her words but instead the fellow princess connected her soft lips to your cheek and pulled back. Cold air flowed around you despite the hot temperature. “I am grateful, sweet girl. Do write.” You swallow and nod. “We best attend the tourney.” The Green Queen’s crisp words rolled from her tongue, sniping yet tender. Rhaenyra’s brows raised in amusement and mischief and she nodded. “I suppose you are correct. Let us take leave.” A gentle hand stroked from your hair to your back before she did as her words suggested and stepped through the large stone walls as though they were made but only for her. Her boys followed at her feet and slipped away from you.

She remembers that day as well as she recalled the rift on which parted you from her for so long though she supposes that it was for the best. Her gaze surveys the window, almost willing you back to her. She wants to soothe your dragon but she knows that it will only bring harm to herself and the keepers. It was one of those days that again she considers what might have been endowed to her if she were born a man as her father had been so desperate for. Perhaps she could have been a knight requesting for your favour. She no longer wishes for it of course, that would mean her sons’ very existence being eradicated. It didn’t do well to dwell on the past, her father had once told her and she knows why now as she watches the clouds conjoin and part as though it were the very image of your bodies consummating for the first time. She can still hear your whimpering pants if she closes her eyes hard enough. At the thought, her heart stutters and ruts against her chest.

Alicent knew every word her father had said about her was true that morning. That she was a pitiful delusionist. That her head weighed more with ideas than with his intellect. Otto Hightower had been right. Because even when Alicent brushed back her husband’s hair the next morning, she still couldn’t fathom that he had passed. Panic seeped through her veins before it charged back out of her throat a show of yellow and green. She could have blamed the smell of his decomposing body but even the servants wouldn’t believe her. Despite all odds, she had never imagined that her husband would die before her. If her life was created for and meant for the duty of caring for Viserys I Targaryen then how could he bear to leave her in such a horrifying position? Had he truly been that cruel or was the exhaustion of watching over seven kingdoms nipping away at him too painfully these past years? Did he know when he called for her when he said what he did? Did he understand what he was saying to her? Did he pretend she was Aemma in his final hours? The last of few battles he had partaken. That she had come to bat away the demons for him? ‘I wish to raise my cup to Her Grace, the Queen’. Echoes in the back of her mind as she dresses. ‘But I must admit that no one has stood... more loyally by his side than his good wife. She has tended to him with... unfailing devotion, love, and honour’. A lump forms in Alicent’s throat and her eyes water again. Who is she if not the wife of the King? A forgotten caretaker perhaps? Was she now expected to…relieve her post? Alicent Hightower can’t stop thinking, not even when the doors open and she hears her father’s bellowing voice. Chastising her, no doubt but she doesn’t even hear him. Not now. “We always knew this time would come,” She didn’t. “You should have told me sooner.” Otto huffs, her father and first sworn protector.

“He said…” Alicent’s throat closes up, she is going to have to choke the words out. It was as though they were never meant to rest on her tongue but instead burrow in the depth of my fears. “He told me that Aegon would unite the realm against the cold and dark.” “Then we must obey his final wish.” Otto replies plainly and quickly. Her son isn’t meant to be King, she knows and he knows that. She scoffs. “You cannot be serious.” “Would you prefer him to be slain?” Her blood runs cold. “What? No, Rhaenyra wouldn’t do that. He is her flesh and blood, he is–” “Her obstacle. Even Helena, the children, Aemond, Daeron are her threats. Daemon has utilised her all her life, why wouldn’t she obey him his wish. The wish of the crown.” Alicent doesn’t like how perfectly poised her father sounds as he drills the threat beneath her head and into her brain. “Her reign would be worse than Maegor’s with Daemon as her consort and you know this. Nothing can keep him at bay, not even a pleasant wife which we both know is false. She enables him.” He’s sneering at her now and she feels like a lost child. She swallows back her oncoming tears and shakes her head. “He is not ready to be King.” She argues. She wishes in times like this that her voice could command the same strength as her childhood friend. “He will grow to. Your husband was never ready, Aegon will listen.” “No, you mean he will be too inebriated to attend council meetings you mean.” Alicent finally snaps. She looks up into her father’s eyes and narrows them with a ferocity that almost summons authority. Instead of cowering he watches down on her. “All I have ever done is protect you.” Otto states calmly, she flinches when his fingers dance across her forehead and flicks her hair behind her ear. “It is a shame you wouldn’t do the same for your own child.” She can’t speak, her mouth dropping ajar and her resolve fluttering down. “Come.”

Your mother’s familiar hand strokes gentle and trembling fingers through your hair, braiding it away from you. You try to pay it no notice but it is difficult when her words refuse to claw from her throat like they so desperately want to. She’s so torturously quiet, so threateningly observant…And then she speaks, clearing her throat. “I have not heard word from Rhaenyra.” She says clearly and with that shadow in her eyes which hides any semblance of emotion she may have. “Perhaps you could send her a raven.” There’s something calculative that slips from her thick tongue, a hesitation in the twitch of her lips. Her lips close around her teeth tightly, tactfully blocking out any trace of sin. A silence passes but tense and strain seeping from her rigid expression. “Perhaps.” You agree, equally sly but eyes not translating as easily as your teacher. Your mouth dries and your eyes narrow. “However I do believe that my wife is one her way. Dragonback or not.” The firm edges of your voice sharpen until they are perfectly moulded to your mouth. Authority embeds in your saliva. You are not a mere child anymore, you are the wife of a future Queen. The first Queen of Westeros no less.

Your mother gives nothing away but her touch falters on your necklace, hesitant and waiting as she swallows. She takes in a deep breath then meets your gaze in the mirror. “Then you might think to wear this for her return instead. I am quite sure that you are correct, darling.” She unwraps her own necklace from her collarbone and lets it glide through her fingers, dangling before you. Her brows raise and your sight traces it. “Is this the one from my wife’s debut as heir?” You ask, already knowing the answer as her jaw hardens. “No.” Alicent snips. “It is not. Your brother gifted it to me in his youth. For my namesday.” “Aemond?” The air is thick. “Aegon.” A thread of understanding turns into a bridge and you stride across as though it were made of nails. It is with troublesome fiddling and struggles that your fingers desperately pry at the locks of your chest. It is not because of materialistic desire that you wish to open it but instead because you know Joffrey’s wooden stag is still in there and you need to prey on every hint of loyalty of the houses once sworn to your wife. War is a troublesome affair and not one that you care for, especially not one between your own family. The waft of Aegon’s debauchery and the slick of Helaena’s bathing gel is still thick in your nose but memories mean little when a throne is under attack. So you swallow and pray to every god, old and new, for a swift surrender and your siblings unharmed. Your brother hates duty as much as you hated your last Septa, if you can just visit him before your grandfather’s claws strike too deep, you are sure that all will be well. He may very well let you travel upon Sunfyre with him to Dragonstone and relinquish any title your mother wishes to bestow upon him. You sigh as the lock stays firm. No matter. You will handle this with the wilful determination your mother has bled into you.

You creep through to crack open the door but just as you suspected, two stoic guards stand before it. Ser Farlowe glances back at you, a familiar twinge of distrust and expectancy in his rough gaze. “Princess.” He greets. “You are not permitted to leave your bedchamber.” You smile charmingly. “Of course,” You agree. “I was merely requesting one of you to return an emblem of my mother to me.” “Your highness, I am sure that a maid can—“ “No.” You snap, fierce flame in your eyes. “I will not entrust this to someone I do not trust. It is a special finery, so you understand? I want you to hand it to me without any chipping. Gold, green jewels. Think you can handle it, you always managed in my youth.” You lean and hopefully grow a sweetening glimmer. He’s unsure but nods anyway glancing at the guard beside him but before he can speak, you chuckle. “I was hoping you might get it for me. My brother, Aemond, always speaks highly of you.” He swallows and nods with a huff before bowing.

“Of course, your grace.” Farlowe rises and slowly sweep through the winding hall. The guard now left alone fidgets and bites his lip—you almost feel sorry for him…Almost. Instead you slip out your room and kick him in the shin, sprinting once he howls in pain. Your throat heaves as you attempt an escape in your condition, gasping oxygen as you tumble through the halls with your rounded belly. The deserted castle is unexpected but not unwelcome but soon enough you find your brother’s chambers and swing the doors open quickly before snapping them back shut. “This brings back memories.” He grumbles, hungover and sweeping back his greased hair. Your brows connect and then your face wrinkles up at the sight of his unclothed form. “Ew, what is wrong with you?” You almost sneer as he chuckles and lazily clasps a bedsheet across his torso. Then he takes his hand to enclose a fist atop a large jug of wine no doubt and begins pouring into a golden cup. “Oh, sweet sister, so many things. Would you like our mother to deliver her latest parchment of my faults? I hear the servants have been very good at giving her material.” You roll your eyes and bite the inside of your cheek. “I must speak with you.” “Many people do, these days.” Aegon sighs and begrudgingly takes his chalice to brink on his mouth and tip back his beloved as he steps backward to drop on his bed, red splashing from his lips. “I do hope it is not to do with dancing this time.” Aegon snickers. You huff and stick out an index finger.

“That was before my wedding.” He nods with a wide grin. “Yes and you’re still shit at it.” “I do not have time for this.” You murmur. “Time for me you mean.” He calls as you pace. You frown and turn to him and for the first time you notice his hard gaze. “What?” “Because I am not perfect.” His voice is nearly a broken whimper. “Aeg—” “No!” He snaps, too sharp for your comfort. It sends you to jump back. Your brother has been angry—outraged even—but he rarely yells. It is simply not in his nature. “You befriend the Strong boys. You marry their wretched mother. You braid Helaena’s hair. You even dance with Aemond of all people and yet still you refuse to partake yourself with me. Even you cannot stand me anymore.” He drains the cup and twitches his nose like he always does when the strange liquid fills his nose. “Aeg, you are my brother.” “No I am your nuisance, at least admit it to me.” Your facial muscles trip in horror and disgust. “Brother...” “You hate me.” He sneers. “You all do.” He swings his cup but there is no more spraying liquid to spill. “I’m a fucking fuck up who whores and drinks. Your resident disgrace.” He doesn’t slur but his mere perspiration reeks of wine. “I didn't want to let you leave us, I didn't want to become mother's the cause of mother's ire, I didn’t even want to marry Helaena but I agreed anyway cause I thought, I dunno, it would make us safe. But still even when I do as any of you tell me, I’m locked away until you find deranged use of me. An amusing fool you like for showy parties but even then you are embarrassed. I know it. I feel it.” He hisses and for the first time you can see the desperation in your brother’s eyes.

“Then you do not know me at all!” You shout back. “You don’t even love me! You are my own flesh and blood, my twin and you don’t even love me!” “Of course I love you!” You scream. A tentative silence drops like the rush of a waterfall. “You were my first friend and if you are not my last then I will never forgive you.” His face contorts, brows tilting up and lips wobbling. It’s not the first time that you have seen your brother cry but it is the first time it has been directed at you. Aegon’s eyes water and his sniffles hitch his breath. “Why?” His quiet voice wavers. “Why?” You sigh and land your hands on his shoulders. “It matters not why. I will never need a reason to care about you. Do you understand? It is not conditional and nor do I expect anything in return for it.” A slow silence lessens his tense posture and he nods softly. Moments pass. “They are going to make me King, aren’t they?” He whispers, driving a fist to his mouth and biting on the knuckles. Again you sigh. “Yes.” You breathe. “Yes they are.”

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yns-world · 1 year

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House of The Dragon Reacting to You Being Named Heir

part i of The Heir series

part ii

a/n: fem reader, race not specified, size not specified

In this imagine, your competition is: Rhaenyra, Daemon, Aegon, and Aemond

Context: King Viserys saw all of his potential heirs unfit for one reason or another, therefore he broke tradition and chose to name Lady Y/N of House L/N to create a new dynasty under her name.

Rhaenyra: She was secretly happy that a different heir was promised so she can breathe easier knowing that the weight isn’t on her. She admired how you ran things, it was similar in thinking to hers. Given her experience with this kind of politics, you honored her as being your Hand, one of the many positions that you had given to women during your reign, and you two were a match made in the First Heaven. There wasn’t a single deal or conflict that you two couldn’t solve. You two were a dangerous duo against your enemies, yet respected. You two were perfect. The chemistry between you was felt at your coronation itself, but neither of you made a move until it was time for you to wed, and you wouldn’t-- for you only had eyes for her.

Daemon: He was bitter to say the least, but he’ll try to get into your bed to be crowned king. It won’t work, you’ll only use him as a toy and this makes him want to chase you-- no one’s thrown away a Targaryen, least of all him. Eventually his obsession would turn into passion for you. He wants to learn everything about you-- why you became heir, why his brother chose you over him. His curiosity would blossom into love when you two spent more time at council meetings and got to know each other more. At your coronation, he would gift you a dragon egg.

Aegon: He vehemently disapproved of it. He can’t believe he was just tossed to the side like that, especially since he was the one in the running against you. Aegon would grow up to spite you, and even orchestrated a few (failed) assassination attempts, but as he grew into his late-twenties, he realized your rule was indeed permanent and nothing could change this fact. This realization sent him into a spiral, one of which only alcohol could soothe.

Aemond: You becoming queen or Aegon becoming king all means the same to him. At first he didn’t mind it, just paid his usual manners and went about living. Over time though, he would learn the reasons behind your crowning. Your generosity, your wisdom, and your heart for not just the Seven Kingdoms, but for the world. He would grow to fall in love with your ruling, and soon fall in love with you.

At the announcement party:

Daemon lifted his goblet to his lips while his eyes stayed glued to the heir apparent-- who was currently accepting gifts and toasts by other powerful Houses of the kingdom.

“Pathetic. As if it wasn’t bad enough to strip us of power, but to name a girl heir?”

Rhaenyra held her chin high and shoulders back as she took in the same view of the new heir. It made her proud that there would be a queen afterall.

“Better her than you. All eyes will be watching her now. They won’t pardon her like they have pardoned the Targaryens.” Rhaenyra added.

“On the contrary, sister.” Aemond chipped in, walking towards the two in a calm manner, his hands clasped behind his back. “A new name brings new hope. And new hope means softer hearts.”

Daemon rolled his eyes. “Fantastic. A fairytale princess is to be the protector of the Seven Kingdoms. We’ll surely last.”

Rhaenyra looked back at the new heir sitting on the throne and had a hopeful glint in her eyes. “I wouldn’t be so sure, Uncle. A new dawn washed over King’s Landing.”

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Keeping Up With the Targaryens (social media AU) - Series Masterlist

AN: This is in collaboration with Lana ( @zaldritzosrose ) (and of course special shout outs to @lady-phasma @anjelicawrites and @alexagirlie) and we are so so excited! All posts related to this universe will be tagged in this Masterlist for y'all to easily browse! I hope you like it!! As always pairings and TW will be updated as the series progresses. Dividers used on this Masterlist and any future posts I make for this are done by Lana. header is also done by her :)

Summary: Inspired by Keeping Up With the Kardashians, a look into the insane lives of Westeros' most elite family. It all started years ago, when Rhaenyra Targaryen and Criston Cole were young and in love. Their actions changed the course for this family forever, good or bad. Now the world belongs to Rhaenyra, and the rest are just living in it.

Characters Featured: Rhaenyra Targaryen, Criston Cole, Otto Hightower, Viserys Targaryen, Alicent Hightower, Jacaerys Velaryon, Harwin Strong, Lucerys Velaryon, Daemon Targaryen, Laena Velaryon, Sara Snow, Helaena Targaryen, Aegon Targaryen ii, Aemond Targaryen, YN/Reader insert, Daeron Targaryen, Laenor Velaryon

TW: Obvious but unconfirmed relationship, reality TV, Alicent will be great in this (minus one really bad incident), Otto Hightower is not shitty in this, will have time jumps, cursing, suggestive language, Viserys Targaryen (I feel like he should always be his own TW), men simping for their women

GEN 1 Pairings: PAST Rhaenyra Targaryen x Criston Cole, Laena Velaryon x Daemon Targaryen, Alicent Hightower x Viserys Targaryen, platonic spouses Rhaenyra Targaryen x Laenor Velaryon, Rhaenyra Targaryen x Harwin Strong

GEN 2 Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x Sara Snow, Aegon Targaryen ii x YN, Helaena Targaryen x Cregan Stark

Meet the Family (Gen 1) (Lana)

Meet the Family (Gen 2) (Lana)

Intro 1 Intro 2

Rhaenyra Through the Years

Alicent Through the Years 1, Alicent 2 (Lana)

Laena Through the Years, Laena 2 (Lana)

Age list!!

Episode 1

Episode 2

Episode 3

Episode 4

Episode 5

Episode 6

Episode 7

Episode 8

Episode 9

Episode 10

Episode 11

Episode 12

Episode 13

Episode 14

Episode 15

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jamilelucato · 2 years

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the house of red and black

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

a/n: so there is this scene from gilmore girls that's trending on TikTok and I fully wanted to make a fic out of it. So here it is.

one shot: yes, but I can write for Daemon again

sad: yes very much, but it is really short!

summary: liking someone that doesn't like you back is hard, even when you are a princess and a Targaryen.

“What is that all about?”

You heard his voice before you saw his face. You felt a shiver through your spine as you turn, to find Daemon descending the stairs, rushing to your side.

“Why did you call off the engagement with Aegon?”

You stared at Daemon, not sure why he cared. Aegon was your brother, but not only that — he was also the “rightful male” heir to the Throne. No woman in the kingdom would've back off from marrying Aegon Targaryen. Except maybe the Targaryen yourself.

“Why does it bother you?” you asked, grabbing the skirt of your dress and turning around, trying to get away from Daemon. He was your uncle on your father's side, as you were the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the last child of the late Queen Aemma.

Technically, Aegon was your half-brother, but the absurdity of your betrothal wasn't the blood relationship (normal for your House), but that you and Aegon were as far apart as you could get. Besides the big age difference, you couldn't stand his mother, who was always on your back for never having married.

Your brother was an irritating-spoiled brat, barely out of his teens. Even his younger brother Aemond was more mature.

“Don't try to get away from me, y/n!” Daemon shouted, but he soon caught you up. “You shouldn't have told your father you do not want to marry Aegon — he is the best marriage proposal you will ever get.”

You just stayed silent. Forced to stop your runway because Daemon was holding you by the arm, you just stared him and let him finish his argument.

“You're eight and twenty, y/n. It's past the time you became a wife,” he said.

“Are you proposing?” you asked, laughing it off. “I thought you only had eyes for my sister.”

Daemon snorted, loosening his grip on your arm and looking away from your eyes. He didn't seem to believe you would say such a thing.

“Y/n, you should marry Aegon, for your safety. It's the best option,” he tried again, but he couldn't see you couldn't be reasoned with.

“Well, I'm sorry if it would've been for the best, Daemon,” you sighed, stepping away from him, even though it was a really hard thing to do. He was very magnetic. “But is it better that I marry my brother even though I like somebody else?”

Daemon faced you. His brows lowered — he pitied you.

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” you exhaled.

“I didn't… I didn't realize,” he said, stepping closer to you, taking away the space you hardly work to get between you two.

You stared at him, in disbelief. How could he have? He was in fact looking at Rhaenyra all the bloody time, you were not lying when you mentioned it. You were younger than her, so all you could ever do — your whole life, for that matter — was to sit back and watch.

“So,” Daemon scratched his throat, “you're still not over Harwin, huh?”

You slowly closed your eyes, jerking your head in the opposite direction of Daemon's teasing gaze. He was trying to be sympathetic, even empathetic, but he had failed badly. Sir Harwin Strong had been your fling, long before he had been your sister's affair.

Harwin and you only kissed, but it was so few times that you, now older, rarely remembered. Once, as a child, still naive, you pledged yourself—swore yourself, in front of the gods—to Daemon. Your virtue would be taken away by him and no one else. So Harwin lost interest, and soon he was in the graces of your beautiful older sister.

Daemon had failed to see that the one in your way from marrying your brother — or anybody else — was only himself.

“Yes,” you gulped, opening your eyes back again but not fully facing your uncle. “I'm not over Harwin yet.”

The Targaryen rogue prince shook his head. “I see.”

“Will you excuse me now?” you asked, rudely. You were sick of standing there as a pig to slaughter when he didn't even want to hurt you anyway.

“Of course, princess,” he said, allowing your escape.

You hastened away, not even looking back.

#daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen x yn #aegon targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #harwin strong #rhaenyra targaryen #targaryen!reader #sad fic #hotd fanfic #hotd fic

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westernbaby · 2 years

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Hey babes! Sorry if you’ve already answered this, but what is Y/N’s age in the Yandere HOTD AU and what happened to her bio parents/family & are they aware what’s happening in her life?

Your State of Mind

[woman reader] [inclusive to all races] [headcanons]

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎

When you are first slowly taken from your family, you are greatly young. Younger than Alicent and Rhaenyra. So this means you're around the age of 12, about to go into your teen years.

As you grow older, you don't hear a single squeak from your biological family.

They're gone.

Dead! (More specifically)

And yes, the Targaryen family is guilty. Guilty as in they're the ones that got their hands bloody. The Velaryons and High towers will work with them on the process of taking care of your family.

Daemon is the one that takes action and gets his hands dirty.

So, they don't psychically know what's going on in your life.

Eventually, you're going to probably find out about the fate of your family.

Before their passing, they were prohibited from making any form of contact with you. This includes letters, psychical appearances, etc.

No one will be able to take you away from your new family.

As Alicent and Rhaenyra have children and their children grow older, they obviously realize that you look different but they don't take that as you not being biologically related to them.

You are related to them! By blood!

They just take your appearance as something different in the family, a beautiful benefit.

#house of the dragon #yandere hotd #hotd x reader #yns world #house of the dragon headcanons #house of the dragon x reader #rhaenyra headcanons #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra targaryen x y/n #yandere got #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere rhaenyra #yandere Alicent #yandere Daemon

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devilsjacket · 1 year

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Rhaenyra: Top 30 reasons why Rhaenyra is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Y/n: Top 30 royal deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

#rhaenyra targaryen x male reader #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x gn!reader #male reader #male y/n #x male reader #male yn #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd #queen rhaenyra #gn reader #x gn reader #gn!reader

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hazashiovo · 1 year

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Modern au! Yandere rhaenyra sugar momma x female reader. Some smut and some fluffy protective rhaenyra would be nice. Like maybe reader has emotional trauma from a past relationship and rhaenyra is trying to help her past it in any scenario you would like to think up

Why not?

I had some tumblr problems so I'm so sorry for not answering faster.

Modern Au! Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem! reader.

You knew Rhaenyra since teenage years.Going to the same private school and even studying in the same class.

She was richer than you, the Targaryen corp being one of the strongest business in country.

Your parents owned a company, small but enough to be considered wealthy.

It started in second year of high school. She was the most popular girl in school,mostly you didn't care about reputation stuff.

You had a few friends and focused on your study, a simple routine really.

It all changed when the Targaryen girl took an interest in you. It started with a project the two of you were paired.

Soon she realized she liked you around.

Rhaenyra started giving you gifts and buying stuff for you. You refused her at first, but that didn't stop her.

At one point you stopped trying honestly.

The two of you were seen arm in arm all the time, of course due to your oblivious persona you didn't know she was completely obsessed with you.

Perhaps you didn't catch the way she would glare at that one boy that was known to have a crush on you.

Or how she kept you away from her friends, but in truth she only wanted you for herself.

One thing Rhaenyra hates is sharing her most priced possession.

Her love language in the beginning is gift giving, but soon becomes much more, as in ,love touch and sweet words.

Soon enough, she'd have you manipulated and at her feet.

The targaryen was always reluctant to Introduce you to her father and uncle, but not the rest of her "family", gods how she disliked all of them.

Time went on and you soon graduated, you went to a college while Rhaenyra, followed after you.

If you thought you would escape her hold on you think again.

She became more possessive in college, one month after starting your studies you asked her out.

Yes I know, surprising that she didn't ask you in high school?

Well she wanted to take things slow, not to show her yandere tendencies. The girl knew she was not like the others in the domain of love.

Day by day she'd spent lots of money on you, but even when you said no, she never accepted your answer.

When she made the first sexual advance , you didn't know what to do.

It had to deal with your past, notice how I said the two of you meet in second year of high school?

Well in year one some senior had the fun ideas to play with your emotions and use you than spread rumors about you in the school. That's why you moved school's in the first place.

Of course Rhaenyra never knew, you weren't the type to throw your trauma over her.

Once you told her she was furious, how could someone do something like that to you?

She considered tracking down the guy and killing him, she had the power to do so.

Slowly, you got more comfortable with having intimate actions with her. After all,the girl had your full trust.

She made you feel loved and needed, more than anyone ever did.

Things got dark after a guy tried kissing you.

It didn't take long for the white haired girl to hear about it, so it wasn't shocking when the guy suddenly was expelled.

In conclusion, don't mess with Rhaenyras darling unless you're suicidal.

Sooo hope you enjoyed it, my bad if the grammar sucks, like I said, english ain't my first language.

Bai baiiii!

#x reader #rhaenyra x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #x yn #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #rhaenyra x fem reader #hotd x you

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houseofthescrolls · 2 years

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Midnight Rain

Daemon Targaryen x Reyna Targaryen (OC)

You were my midnight rain

- Angst - Slowburn - Fluff

Pt 1

Love… Love. Love. Love. What a cruel thing the gods could give us.

I burn for you

You promise?

I promise my flame

I love you Daemon

And I you

Fifteen years since I have stepped foot in my father’s kingdom. Fifteen years I have been without the aid of my father, sister, Alicent, and my uncle. Though I shared letters with my father and Alicent, I have worked hard on my own to gain the crown upon my head. But, I wasn’t alone either, for I had my son.

“Do you think they will be furious to see me?” I spoke my worries to my son.

His white hair reached above his shoulders, half braided back with strands falling lose to accent his purple eyes.

“I don’t see why they would. You had every right to leave after what that beast did.” Viserys muttered cruelly.

“Just remember please.” I grabbed onto his arm and leaned to his ear to whisper, “They do not know you are from him. I do not know what would happen if they found out.”

He nodded and I gave him a smile. I gave him a quick hug before regaining my regal stance.

“Now shoulders back, chin up and let’s give them an entrance to remember.” I turned to the guards motioning for them to open the doors that let to a room I would eat at constantly when I was young.

My dress, as white as the snow cascaded along my skin like silk as diamond drilled like tears along the intricate and silver lace. My crown sat upon my wavy dark locks as if it was made of the sharpest ice crystals.

“Your highness, Queen Reyna and her son Prince Viserys have arrived.” The knight announced before stepping back to his post.

I made my strides towards my father, my face made of stone and my eyes made of purple flames, “Father.”

A smile broke out upon his face as he cheered, “My lovely daughter has returned!” He struggled to stand and I quickly made way to give him a long overdue hug.

He smiled pulling me back arms length and looking at the crown upon my head, “And as a Queen no doubt.”

I motioned for a servant to bring in the silver platter which held a bloody crown, “I have come with a gift.”

“And what might that be?” He asked directing his gaze to the crown that now sat on the table.

“I have brought you the crown that once belonged to a tarnished king.” I motioned to the crown before looking directly at my once king, “I have also brought peace between your kingdom and mine.”

He was quiet for only a moment before he nodded, “I have heard what you have done to prosper the Kingdom of Nox. I am very proud of you my daughter.”

“Thank you father.” I smiled softly before turning to the rest of the family, “I see that there are new faces joining our bloodline since the last time I was here.”

“Ah yes!” My father laughed and clapped his hand to resume the gentle music playing, “We have been quite busy. Fifteen years has been a long time.”

“Quite.” I agreed my smile growing at seeing my old friend, “Alicent.”

“Reyna.” She met me in a warm embrace, “Gods know how much I have missed you around. Letters have done little to ease the distance of my friend.”

“Well I was the life of the party.” I joked pulling away, “I deeply apologize for not visiting sooner, but I would love for all of you to meet my son, Prince Viserys.”

“A name fitting for a king. It is lovely to finally finally meet you my grandson.” My father pulled him into a warm hug.

“And I would like you to meet my children Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond.” Alicent introduced her three children.

“I know we don’t know each other, but I hope in time you will see me as a sister for I already see you as my siblings.” I smiled at the three.

“As long as you sneak me some ale then fine by me.” Aegon lifted his glass.

“Love is never lost, only blood sheds tears.” Helaena murmured.

Aemond gave me a nod in hesitant acceptance.

“Sister.” A voice I haven’t heard in years called out and I turned to find her standing.

“Rhaenyra.” I greeted her quietly.

I refused to bring my gaze down to the ring shining on her hand. Neither would I look at the man sitting beside her. He had yet to say a word and I prayed to the heavens that he wouldn’t.

“Congratulations.” I motioned to her ring, “Apologies for not being able to attend though the invitation was kind.” I said barely being able to contain the real curses I held for them both.

“Thank you. I’d like for you to meet my children as well.” She motioned to the four sitting at the table, “These are my sons, Jacaerys and Lucerys and these are Daemon’s daughters, Baela and Rhaena. Though I treat them all as my own.”

“I love your name.” I smiled at Rhaena who returned my smile, “It is lovely to meet all of you. I will try to be the best aunt that I can be.”

My thoughts wondered if maybe he named her after me, but I knew better then to think such hopeful thoughts. If anything he named her after Rhaenyra.

I looked towards our Targaryen’s bloodline, “My son and I only come here to be apart of our family once more. We do not seek your throne nor do we seek malice from you. We have our own kingdom to rule and that is enough for us. We just want to be a family.”

“Then join us for dinner.” My father motioned for us to join the table.

I chose to sit beside Alicent while Aemond called for Viserys to sit next to him. Chatter livened up the dining hall as dinner resumed.

“So tell me.” Alicent began, “What have you been up to these last few years.”

“Nothing too interesting I suppose. Taking care of Viserys, a lot of boring dignitary meetings, and peace treaties. I only hope that I am being a good ruler towards my subjects.” I explained.

“And why have you not arrived with the boys father?” My newest sister Helaena asked, “Has he stayed back to attend to kingly duties?”

“His father is dead.” I explained to her like I had explained to my father and friend through letters.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” She replied.

In half truth, he was dead, at least to us, “He was killed before Viserys was born. It has just been Viserys and I ever since.” I looked towards my son, a small smile on my face seeing him get along with our family.

“Oh, my apologies.” Alicent spoke and I shook my head turning my attention back to her.

“No, it is quite alright.” I smiled, “I have mourned my loss already as has Viserys. I know who I am and what I must do now and that is to raise my son to be a kind and righteous king. Though he can’t help but accept almost every challenge offered to him.” I joked, “He has defeated every knight who has challenged him to a duel much to my anxiety.”

Alicent returned my humor with one of her own, “Neither can my son Aemond. Perhaps they’ll be the best of friends, if they do not kill each other in a duel first.”

“Did his father have white hair?” The man of my heartache and turmoil finally spoke, not a word of hello, but a question I did not want to explain. His steady voice made my heart race and my blood run cold.

“Yes. He was a Targaryen.” I answered but I refused to grace him with my gaze, “Though his family lineage was long diluted for any chance to the throne.” That was the most believable answer.

“It seems that the bloodline is strong for young Viserys carries the look of a true Targaryen.” My father stated proudly and that brought a smile to my sons face as he glanced over in our direction.

Though it was kind and I knew that my father didn’t mean it as a jab of any sorts but it still stung.

I turned to my father, patiently waiting for him to continue but he did say anything more. Daemon however seemed very talkative and too interested in this subject.

“Where did you meet?” He asked.

“In Nox surprisingly.” I said, “He was a noblemen there.”

“Was he a good man?” Alicent asked.

“He was.” I smiled gently recalling a time where Daemon was everything I dreamed of.

“Niece.” He said, his smile warming my heart as much as the sun gracing our skin.

My dark hair whipped my face as I looked towards the voice, “Uncle!” I exclaimed as I stood up to greet him, “You weren’t suppose to return for another few weeks.”

“I finished my tasks earlier so that I could find you.” He stated.

“Me? But why?” I asked now standing in front of him. I had to tilt my head up to see his shimmering violet eyes due to his towering height.

“You are still in participating in courting season are you not?” He asked simply.

The blush rose to my cheeks before I could will it away, “I… I am, yes.”

“Then let me present you with this.” With that he brought forth his hands that were hidden behind his back and with it was a neatly wrapped box.

Nerves flittered through me as I tried to understand his meaning.

“Thank you for this gift...” Nervousness fill my voice, “You wish to court me?” I asked, barely above a whisper.

He nodded with a swoon worthy smirk that followed him wherever he went, “I do, princess.”

I took the box from his hands, it being the first gift I accepted since I was thrown into this courting madness, “There are plenty of other women looking for a match this season. Why would you wish to court me?” I asked.

“Because I would never try to take away your fire for you are my flame.” He answered as if he were telling me the weather, “I only want you to be my wife.”

I didn’t stop the smile creeping on my face nor the gasp that fell from my lips as I looked upon the bracelet he presented me. A red ruby shaped as a heart, wrapped in rare Valyrian steel. It was small and delicate but held so much more. Like me… He moved to put it on my wrist, his fingers grazing softly along my skin causing a shiver to creep along my skin.

“Yes.” I said, a smile adorning my face, “I accept your proposal.”

“He is gone now.” I sighed wanting to push the memory behind me, “I suppose all good things must come to an end eventually.” I twiddled with the bracelet hidden under the sleeve of my dress.

“At least the Targaryen bloodline found its way to you in the end my daughter.” My father spoke with a content smile.

If only he knew. He would have his brothers head on this table. I thought grimly.

“Yes, I suppose without that miracle you would continue to be an outcast to this family. You are are not a true Targaryen after all.” Daemon stated and the room fell quiet.

“Excuse me?” I finally turned my heated gaze to look at him.

My gaze fell to his hand clasped around Rhaenyra and quickly looked at his face to see he was smirking and it was then I relises that I have fallen into his plan. I internally cursed myself and him for getting riled from something so trivial.

“I am every much apart of this family as you are.” I continued my voice calm.

“Your looks would beg to differ my niece.” He motioned towards the lack of white in my hair and the brown eyes I had instead of violet, “Is that why you had to claim a kingdom of your own? Because you would never inherit this one? Is what you claim of the nobleman to even be true?”

I rolled my eyes at my so called uncle, “Yes, bravo uncle. You win the prize of getting on my nerves. Yes, I am not of Targaryen blood. That is why Rhaenyra is inheriting the iron throne. Not me and surely not you.” I glared.

“How dare you-“ He began but I cut him off.

“How dare I what?” I asked, my aura outstandingly calm while he was shaking in anger, “Stop you from mocking me? I am not a child anymore and I refuse to accept your insults. My son is a Targaryen and you will not question his lineage again.”

“That is enough. I will have no arguments at this table.” My father voiced.

I could still feel Daemon’s gaze on my form but he said nothing more.

“We are having a ball in three days. I do hope that you will attend.” Alicent leaned over to whisper, “To be honest, I have no one to talk to here.”

“Then how could I miss it.” The two of us giggled and it seemed that the rest of dinner was going well… but this is a Targaryen family after all.

It seemed as though Aemond would also be taking a jab at bloodlines tonight, but his were directed to my nephews.

I quickly got up as my new brothers and nephews fought, grabbing Viserys by his arms to pull him away from the chaos. In no way would he or I chose a side in this growing feud.

“We will take our leave.” I spoke to my father as soon as Daemon stepped up towards Aemond.

Viserys and I left quickly making our way to our designated wing.

“I didn’t know they were so…” Viserys tried to find the right word to describe them.

“Violent? Short tempered? Dragons?” I mused and he nodded.

“This is just evening dinners, wait until training… Actually no, I don’t want you dueling with any of those boys. It is clear now that they are on opposite sides and both sides are going to be consumed by flames.” I told him seriously.

“Of course mother.” He agreed though he was curious about how his cousins and uncles would fair in a duel.

But he would listen to his mothers wise words unless someone challenged him. Or if anyone, more so his father would bring any harm to his mother. Then they would all burn.

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ethereallocs · 11 months

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Long Live the King

[Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Twin!Fem Reader]

[Content/Warning(s): !!18 PLUS!!, Incest, Angst, Tension, Forced Marriage, Violence]

[Word Count: 2,437]

[Author’s Notes: This is something new that I’m writing and it’s going to be a bit different from the majority of my works. I’m honestly scared you all won’t like it, but I hope you do. There is still going to be smut involved, but not for the the next two chapters so forgive me in advance. I hope y’all enjoy the read.]

“Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it."—Lady Macbeth, William Shakespeare’s Macbeth

Chapter One

The sound of metal striking pierced the air as you and your brother Aemond sparred. This was your favorite pastime; besting your brother. He smiled at you with that mischievous grin while you kept up your defense waiting for him to strike. He lunged forward with his sword pointed at you and you ducked under his arm spinning so now your backs were against one another. You enjoyed this time with him, he often said that you were the only person other than Ser Criston that could keep up with him.

He pushed back against you making you fly forward. He quickly turned to you and swept your feet from underneath you and you landed on your ass wincing at the harsh feeling of the ground hitting your tail bone. He laughed in his triumph and held his hand out to you. “Better luck next time, dear sister.” You smacked his hand out of your face standing to your feet on your own. Ser Criston clicked his tongue, “Princess, there is no need to be a sore loser.”

You rolled your eyes putting your weapon away and grabbing a goblet before a servant ran to fill your cup. “It is quite alright, Ser Criston my brother has finally managed to beat me after five rounds of me knocking him on his ass. I guess it is only right that I let him win at least once.” You snickered and looked back at him and he was more than annoyed with you. You sauntered off making your way to your chambers and Aemond was close behind you.

You heard his quick footsteps catching up and you slowed your pace so he could. Without warning he yanked you by the arm and pushed you against the stone wall. “Ao va moriot mazverdagon nyke se mittys, jorrāelagon mandia.” (“You always make me the fool, dear sister.”) You smiled letting a finger trace over his jawline. “Iksan vaoreznuni, lēkia. Yn ao mazverdagon ziry sīr easy.” (“I am sorry, brother. But you make it so easy.”)

You knew how to push his buttons even slightly and he loved that about you. You lit a fire within his belly and it made him even with his eye gone and the deep scar that was etched within his skin he felt like the most confident man in King’s Landing. The two of you were inseparable and the love you shared for one another was as strong as Valyrian steel. It was bond that could never be broken and the two of you would make sure that it was never severed. Even though it was obvious the two of you longed for one another, but neither of you took the liberty of making it known.

Tonight was the night their sister Rhaenyra and her brood of bastards were coming to visit King’s Landing. Your father was incoherent and you wondered why they continued to keep him alive when he clearly was suffering. Honestly you believed he was holding out for his first born child and you wished he held the same love for you as he did her, but you knew that was never to be. Your brothers were bitter and cold behind it Helaena didn’t pay it any mind she was too busy within her own world and spitting out riddled prophecies and you were just indifferent. You held resentment for Rhaenyra your father loved her with his very being and he would do all he could do to protect her.

You figured it was the guilt for deciding his first wife’s fate. It was brutal and you could understand his stance. Nonetheless you still wished he could’ve been that father for you. Now your nephews…you despised them for maiming your brother. You were there to help him in the fight, but things just went too far. You heard of their arrival and you did not wish to greet them. You were in the training yard watching your brother train while you read a book about Old Valyria before The Doom.

You all knew about Lord Vaemond’s plans to fight for Driftmark. You and your brother found it quite amusing and you both made it a point to be very present at this meeting. Before, the main event was to happen Ser Criston Cole interrupted your brothers training and your reading time. “My Prince and Princess you mother and Grandsire wish to speak with you.” Upon entering your mothers private chambers Alicent looked to you with a smile that was meant to be warm, but you had a sickening feeling within your belly.

Aemond seemed a little worried watching your grandfather emerge from the shadows and Aegon was seated a few mere feet away; drunk as usual. He was so disgusting you thought, but your intrusive thoughts were quickly interrupted when your mothers voice broke through. “Y/N this is to be a marvelous day, dearest. You are betrothed.” Your face lit up had they finally decided to marry you and Aemond? You looked to him and he was in shock, but he seemed proud. But that joy was to be very short lived. “Really mother? To whom?”

“To Aegon, my love.” Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach. The first face you looked for was your twin’s. He looked mortified his expression depicted all you were feeling and thinking at once. “You’re going to make me marry that cunt?” You quickly became infuriated…knowing all to well who and what Aegon was. He was a beast of a man. Callous, uncaring, and worst of all he took advantage of women. “This is who you want me to marry? A man who treats women like nothing, but mere objects he can fuck whenever he feels like it whether they want him or not. This is to be my life?”

“Y/N he will be a great husband to you…” Otto placed a hand on your shoulder to reassure you and you shrugged away shaking your head in disbelief. “I would’ve rather spend the rest of my life with one of Rhaenyra’s bastards then to spend one minute with this pig!” You were breaking and the tears welled within your eyes threatening to fall. Aegon laughed at your outcry and Aemond stood silent seething trying to keep his composure. “Dear sister, I promise you don’t have to worry about me trying to bed you…I don’t think I could stomach it.” He laughed loudly and that sent Aemond into a rage. How dare he speak of you as if you weren’t the goddess that you are.

He sprang forward and his fist hit him square in the face. Aegon had been knocked out in his seat. His head completely leaned back and his mouth agape. “Don’t you dare speak of her in that way, you fucking craven!” He hissed with anger and you were too distraught to say another word. You ran into the hall going to The Dragonpit to see your dragon Fyrefly. It was as if a dam had broken ad your tears just began to fall. It was if Fyrefly could sense your distress and she quickly came when you called. “Fyrefly, māzigon naejot nyke.” (“Fyrefly, come to me.”) A growl bellowed within her stomach and you smiled feeling the warmth of her iridescent scales warmed your hand. “Lykiri…” (“Calm down.”) Fyrefly lowered herself anxious for you to mount her. You obliged and rubbed the side of her neck feeling her breathing.

“Sōvēs.” (“Fly.”) Fyrefly ran forward and spread her wings lifting you into the air. You felt the wind hitting your face and in your hair and The Red Keep was beginning to become smaller and smaller. You stretched out your arms as the beast flew higher into the clouds and you felt…free. You always felt something soothing when you were riding on dragonback. Fyrefly was one of the fastest dragon known in King’s Landing and one of the most beautiful. Her scales were the color of coral and her scales gave off a pearlescent sheen. When the sun shined on her it was quite a site to see. Much time had passed and you realized you had missed Lord Vaemond’s council with your Grandfather. It was time to go home.

Arriving back your were greeted by Aemond who was upset with your sudden escape. He pulled you in for a hug and whispered in your ear. “I will not let him have you…you are mine.” He looked into your eyes and you his. So much passion within it how did you not see it before. You were a few mere inches away from each others lips. His hand cupping your face, you leaned into its warmth. His breathing became heavy, but you were quickly interrupted by a dragon-keeper passing by. Aemond cleared his throat and you realized he was dressed in a green tunic ready for dinner. “Wait, what happened with Vaemond and Driftmark?” He chuckled at the thought and took your hand to fill you in while you both made your way to dinner with your “family”.

“What!?…Daemon cut off his head!? And I missed it..” You and Aemond were laughing and seemed to have forgotten about what happened earlier, but the two of you were quickly interrupted by the sounds of your father talking at dinner. You took your seats and a servant came to fill your cups with wine. At first things were rather hostile for you with your problems and the problems your family had with Rhaenyra and her house. But, Alicent and your sister pretended to try and get along for the sake of the King. It was disheartening to see him in such decay. You all laughed and seemed to be enjoying each others company, but Viserys began to groan in pain and he was quickly taken away. Once he was gone the chaos ensued.

You could feel the shift and you knew your brother was up to no good when it came to Jacaerys and Lucerys when a roasted pig on a platter came in the room and they began to laugh. Your brother stood to toast to your nephews and you looked to them in distain. They thought what they did to him was still all fun and games, but you knew all too well the grudge he held for them after all these years. “Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace… Luke… and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise… hm… strong.” Your mother hissed his name to silence him in which he turned to her with a disgusted glare. “Come… let us drain our cups to these three…Strong boys.”

Jacaerys stood to his feet if looks could kill he would’ve burned a hole into your brothers head. “I dare you to say it again.” You knew it had gone to far and Aemond needed someone to take all of his frustration out on and you were not about to let him go off the deep end. “Aemond…please.” You whispered taking his hand in your his eye darted to you, but his pride became much larger than his affections for you at this very moment. “Why? ‘Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?”

Jacaerys sprang forth from where he stood punching Aemond in the face and you stood up knocking him back and Aegon followed taking the youngest Strong pushing his face into the table. While your mother and sister tried wrangling all of you in. Rhaenyra sent them away and Daemon stopped Aemond in his track as he attempted to follow behind them. You took his hand and looked into his eye letting him know it was now over at-least for now. “Aemond…Come now…” The two of you went back to your chambers so that he could blow off steam.

He paced back and forth mumbling to himself in fury. You had never seen him like this so blood thirsty. You didn’t know if you liked seeing this side of him or if you terrified. Honestly it was a mix of both. You approached him turned him to face you. You placed your hands on his face and he melted into them. Forgetting about everything that plagued his mind. “Brother…I will follow you to ends of the realm…truly you must know this. You cannot provoke them this way…believe me I know of your anger. I see it every day but we will have our day with them. That I promise you.”

“We need to find a way to ruin this wedding. You know what he will do to me..Aemond.” Aemond embraced you burying his face into her silver tresses inhaling your scent. “I told you he will not have you and that is a promise. And I think I know a way. But, it is a rather treacherous act…” You looked to him with curiosity in your eyes. “What do you mean, my love?” He thumb followed you jawline and he kissed your forehead. “I will not tell you right away, Y/N. I need to plan it out and I will let you know. I have to leave you I’m sure our Grandsire and our mother will be having my head tonight.”

You knew what he meant…when he said treacherous. At times the two of you often jested about it. Killing Aegon…it was always laughable..sometimes you often wondered if your brother was being serious. He did have many reasons and your undying loyalty to Aemond would let him lead you into a dark abyss if that is what he wished. You thought Aemond would make a most excellent king…you knew of Otto’s plans to put Aegon on the throne, but he was undeserving and followed his animalistic appetites too often, for him to be noble and levelheaded.

He was going to be a plague on King’s Landing and even though your brother said he would figure it out, you were the most cunning of the two and he was trying to keep you out of the loop, but you would not lay and wait for him to do what needed to be done. You stayed up most of the night pacing back and forth in your dark room unable to sleep. And finally it came to you. You knew exactly how to isolate him and get him right where you wanted him. You made your way to Aemond’s room from the secret passageway and you hopped on top of him to wake him.

You could say you looked psychotic or for better words unhinged with that sinister smile on your face. “I know how we are to kill our brother…”

To be continued…

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sapphire-writes · 1 year

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Hi! Could I request Aegon Targaryen x reader

Yn is his sister wife and Helena’s twin and she see vision and also dreamy like her twin but more self aware. And she saw when Aemond got his eye cut out and when Deamon and Rhaenyra had s*x after Laena’s funeral. So during the last supper (Also If you could can you add Rhaenys to the dinner) after Helena’s toast yn makes her toast and she tells everyone the truth on what happened the night Aemond lost his eye and tells them what she saw Rhaenyra and Daemon doing and just goes off on them. Then the kids reaction to the Rhae and daemon is disgust and anger on how they would do that to there mother. You could add or just adjusted to your liking. Thank you. X

The Dreamer's Toast

pairing: Aegon x Sister!Wife!Reader word count: 0.6k warnings: reader is Aegon's sister wife, language note: Hope you enjoy 💚 masterlist

“I should like to make a toast,” you said, rising from the table, goblet held up towards the air. You could not help yourself at the sight of your half-sister Rheanyra sitting next to Daemon. Princess Rhaenys sat to your right, glancing at you as you stood. It was the first time you spoke all evening.

Your sister Helaena gazed up at you, sensing her twin’s fury. You sisters were quite alike. Both of you dreamers, doomed to be underestimated by the members of your family.

But not tonight.

You could no longer hold in the secret you kept since that fateful night on Driftmark. When you dreamt of your sweet half-sister Rhaenyra during the night, watching as she kissed and caressed Daemon Targaryen. The dream was ripped from your mind as your vision filled with blood, and you had awoken screaming.

“A toast to my sister, Rhaenyra,” you say, giving her a tight smile, “and her new husband, Daemon.”

Daemon’s eyes meet yours.

Say it. He had said in the throne room before slicing Vaemond Velaryon’s head from his shoulders. Would he do the same to you?

“That is one thing about my sister,” you continue, “ever the devoted lover. Even when her kin’s blood spills to the floor.”

“Y/N-” your mother Alicent hisses, but you ignore her.

“Did you feel it in your bones, sister?” you seethe, knuckles turning white as you grip the glass, “when our brother lost an eye. When your son maimed him?”

Aegon giggles from his seat, eyes wide at the sight before him. He feels sometimes that he is the only one who truly sees the fire within you. Aemond’s eye watches you carefully. The only one who demands justice on his behalf besides your mother.

“I did,” you continue, words coming out more in a growl, “I felt our brother’s pain, while you were too drunk on your uncle’s cock.”

The room is deathly silent.

“What?”

Baela is the first to speak. Her eyebrows knit together as she looks at Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“Is it true?” Baela demands. Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Baela continues.

“Our mother was barely laid to rest. Your wife,” she snaps, head turning to her father. Daemon’s glare is murderous and aimed directly at you.

You tilt your chin, bringing your cup to your lips. Alicent stands.

“Cousin-” Rhaenyra says, looking towards Rhaenys. Princess Rhaenys scoffs, holding her hand out to silence Rhaenyra.

“Y/N, why would you say such things in front of all these people?” she whispers, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“She was merely defending her family mother,” Aemond says, immediately coming to your aid.

“Speaking the truth,” Rhaenys says, rising from her chair. She glares at Rhaenyra.

“All this time, I have stood by you,” she seethes, “both of you.”

Daemon has not removed his eyes from you. You do not waver under his stare.

“My children deserved better,” Rhaenys said, “as do my grandchildren.”

She moves to put her hands on Baela and Rhaena’s shoulders.

“The girls shall return with me to Driftmark,” Rhaenys says. Jace and Luke are sitting silently, in utter disbelief, their faces painted.

Rhaenrya looks at you, eyes full of tears.

“Why?” she spits.

“You think of no one but yourself,” you hiss at her, “mother was right about you. Everyone around you is trampled under your pretty foot.”

Alicent glances at Rhaenyra, a pained expression on her face.

“I am done being stepped on,” you tell her, eyes moving to Daemon. The Rogue Prince sits silently, most likely planning your demise.

“Well done, my wife,” Aegon says, rising from his chair. He clinks his goblet against yours giving you a loving smile, as though blissfully unaware of the tension in the room.

“A marvelous toast.”

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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Hi I just read little dragon, and I was just wondering if maybe this could become a mini series, or maybe have a part two. I just thought it was so cute and thought it would be nice to read more about Rhaenyra’s and Daemon’s daughter growing up with maybe some scenarios about her parents worrying after something serious happens but yk all fluffy 😅.

Anyway I hope you’re having a good day/night. 💖

Zaldrītsos - Little Dragon Part 2

pairing: sickly fem! sister reader x platonic! velaryon/targaryen family

a/n: hiii ty for your request! honestly i didn't think i would be writing up a part 2 but ur request prompted me to. so i think it keeps very similar to the request but i did add the bit about her claiming cannibal because of a comment on part 1. sry that this is so short but i felt it ended naturally where it did. anyways hope you enjoy <3

tw: dragons, daemon might be occ, talks about illness, talk about fainting, not really angst but there is fluff, worried parents (most rhaenyra in this one)

description: the weakest claims the greatest.

It was your 12th name day celebration and so your parents decided to allow you to go on a walk through the island, accompanied by your father of course. Even if you had lived on Dragonstone your entire life you had barely been out of the main castle’s wall. All because of the stupid condition that you had been afflicted with.

You had constantly grappled on why the gods would give a dragon such a weakness but your father just said it was to keep you close to them, which you personally thought was ridiculous.

As of now you were walking across the fields and balancing on the random rock formations when you felt it. A pull towards one of the caves. You carefully checked on where your father was sitting and he seemed to have dozed off as the pages of his book fluttered. A giddy feeling encased you as you made your way to the cave and took a step in. There lay the most magnificent and dangerous of dragons. One that had never been claimed.

Cannibal.

You took a few more steps and it seemed as if your movement alerted the great dragon of your presence since his eyes peeled open and looked at you with an ingrained viciousness but then it turned to something softer. Something familiar.

“Rytsas zaldrīzes. Iksan kesīr naejot letagon nykēla naejot ao.” Hello dragon. I am here to tie myself to you.

He answered back with a resounding huff and moved his head so it bumped against your hand. His warm breath tickled your skin as you stroked his snout. Then you heard your father’s voice echoing outside of the cave.

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you? If you do not come out this instant I’m feeding you to Caraxes.” At hearing your father’s words Cannibal stiffens and a deep grumble comes from deep within his body.

“I am in here, father!” You shouted out of the cave’s entrance and moments later your father burst through the same entrance but suddenly stopped short when he realized his daughter was comfortably coiled against one of the most threatening dragons in the world.

“Ziry vestragon emā iā aōha zaldrīzes sir?” It seems like you have a dragon now? Cannibal only growled at him and nestled you closer to him, making you laugh at his overprotectiveness. You hadn’t even flown with him yet but you had already established a deep bond.

“Ziry iksos mērī ñuha kepa, ȳdra daor sagon nūmāzma.” It’s only my father, don’t be mean. Then you turned back to Daemon and gave him an innocent smile. “Mirre īlon jorrāelagon naejot gaomagon iksis sōvegon.” All we need to do is fly.

“Sȳrje, yn sagon ȳgha. Nyke ȳdra daor gīmigon skorkydoso kesan deal lēda aōha muña lo ao mōris bē morghe.” Very well, but be safe. I don't know how I will deal with your mother if you end up dead.

“Kirimvose, Avy jorrāelan.” Thank you, I love you. You carefully climbed onto your dragon’s back and ascended into the skies. You finally felt like you understood what the Targaryens stood for. You felt the strength of the ancestors pouring into you as you climbed into the heavens with Cannibal.

“You let her WHAT?!” Rhaenyra was standing in her shared bedroom, pacing as she watched the large black dragon that was carrying her precious child through the skies.

“Well you know how long she has been waiting to have a dragon of her own. I couldn’t say no.” Daemon said as he sat on one of the arm chairs watching his wife anxiously walk next to the window.

“Do you even know how dangerous it is for her?”

“Of course but we are Targaryens. We are born of fire and ride the greatest beasts in the world.”

“She could have a nosebleed and faint! And then fall off and die!”

“She’s safe.”

“How do you know? Does Cannibal even have a saddle?”

“Well… no.”

“You know what… I’ll deal with you later. She just landed.”

“See! She’s fi-”

“Sagon lyka!” Be quiet. Rhaenyra rushed out of her bedroom and ran through all the corridors in such a haste that the servants looked at her strangely. She finally made her way right outside Dragonstone’s gates and was relieved to see Y/N jump down from Cannibal and give him a little pat on his wing.

“Hello mother.” You said cheerily as you walked over to where your unusually distressed mother stood outside of the gates. She quickly enveloped you in a hug and gave you a kiss on the crown of your forehead.

“Never ever do that again. Understand?”

“I’m sorry for worrying you but father said it was alright and-”

“I’ll deal with your father later, for now why don’t we go have some lemon cakes and you can tell me all about your ride.”

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you mother.” “Avy jorrāelan, ñuha dōna.” I love you, my sweet.

i miss writing for hotd might do it more often now.

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writingsofwesteros · 2 years

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Viserys x niece reader au. Yn hears rhaenyra and viserys arguing. She says some nasty things about yn and viserys doesn't defend her. She becomes sad and withdrawn from viserys and rhenrya. Daemon notices and offers to take her on his next adventure regardless if the king gives permission or not as according to him "you are my daughter and the queen. You can do what ever you want and I don't need permission to spend time with you". She also goes to driftmark where she spends time with her foster family. While she's gone Daemon confronts Viserys and threatens to take her away if she is unhappy cause *protective daddy Daemon*. Happy ending please.

AN:Hi, I hope you like it x

The beautiful, new red dress clung to your curves perfectly as you wandered the now familiar royal corridors. The bright locks famous in your household were tied up with pearls dotted in the soft locks. Your hands clasped behind your back as you moved to find your husband. He hadn’t been close by this morning.

It wasn’t so strange but as the hours passed you had begun to wonder where he was. It was why you were wandering aimlessly around. Thankfully, the familiar voices of your husband and his daughter sounded out. You moved to open the door before the words they spoke came to you.

“I can’t believe you married her.” Rhaenyra’s voice easily came to you and a soft frown moved over your face. You had thought the relationship between you and her was better; had it all been a lie? The silence from your husband had your heart pinching but you knew there was nothing he could defend.

“She’s just a whore.” The venom in the Princess’s shocked you more than the words as you stepped away. The silence from your husband was enough to crush your heart completely as you gasped. You had expected so much more. Gods, how could you have been so stupid, you thought to yourself.

The red dress flowed behind you as you quickly turned the corner. Your heels clicking against the marble floor. Your hands moved to your eyes as you kept your head down. The guards watched as you quickly moved past them. You needed to escape. It was as if you couldn’t breathe.

You finally found solace in the royal gardens as the sun continued to beat down on you. Not that you noticed as you stared far away into the distance. “Y/N..” The soft, familiar voice of Alicent came over you. You noticed instantly that she wasn’t alone. Rhaenyra beside her looked at you as if she hadn’t spoken such words.

“Alicent…Princess.” You greeted; the tone for Rhaenyra harsher than you had wanted but you couldn’t stop yourself. You missed the look of shock coming over the Targaryen as you stood from the ground. “My father has been looking for you.” Rhaenyra gently spoke and if you looked closer; you would have seen apologies in her eyes.

“I’ll go and find him.” You hummed and placed a smile onto your face before pressing a kiss to Rhaenyra’s cheek. It was a lie; you weren’t sure if you could face him, you thought to yourself as you clasped your hands once more behind your back. “Do you know where Prince Daemon is?” You asked the first guard you came across as you moved back into the keep. “The dragonpit, my Queen.” They answered and you bowed your head in thanks. The hurt you had felt was still so intense as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Surely, your father would know what to do. You weren’t sure if you could even stay here anymore. You were clearly not wanted. How could you have been so stupid? Your eyes filled with unshed tears as those thoughts taunted you. You stared down at the floor as you continued to walk.

“My brother is looking for you.” Daemon’s voice came from behind you as your hand rested on your beautiful dragon. You only hummed before resting your head on her. Your fingers gently move over her scales. “Y/N..” Your father’s voice softly moved as he slowly stepped closer to you. “Is something wrong?” He continued and you slowly moved to look at him. Your eyes are flooding with tears. Daemon quickly reached for you as you softly sobbed into his chest. The strength you thought you had failed you. “Tell me.” Daemon moved to cup your face now for you to lock eyes.

“They hate me.” You finally whispered as you harshly nibbled on your bottom lip. Your eyes locked onto him again. “Who?” Daemon hummed and softly stroked your cheek as you moved to shake your head. “Tell me.” Your father continued. “Viserys and Rhaenyra.” The words fell from you without warning.

“They don’t hate you.” Daemon whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and brought you into his chest. “I heard them.” You nearly snarled as the anger you held before was quickly returning. “She called me a whore.” You whimpered out before moving to shake your head. Gods, you were so weak.

“She did. Did you wait for my reply, little love?” The voice of your husband moved into the dragon pit. Your body froze as you stayed locking eyes with your father whilst the King only moved closer. Your dragon huffed and nudged your side as he did. You still looked away in silence. In that silence, Daemon took his leave. You moved to follow but Viserys stepped in front of you. Those eyes of his burrowed into your own. “My wife..” Viserys' voice as ever was so soft to you but you fought against melting for him. You only raised an eyebrow as you finally locked eyes with him.

His hand gently moved to cup your face. “It’s rude to listen to conversations.” Viserys hummed softly to you. You only hummed; a scoff escaping you as you turned to look away but the King kept a gentle hold. “Or at least wait until the conversation is complete.” He whispered; his thumb moving over your bottom lip.

Your eyes narrowed. “I heard enough.” You whispered as your heart began to break once more. Gods, you just wanted to escape. “Did you?” Viserys hummed and his hand gently moved down your side.”I suppose you heard me punish my daughter for saying such words?” The King asked with a raised eyebrow.

Your look of confusion was all he needed as he hummed. “I thought not.” Viserys whispered to you. “She should not have said or called you that.” He leaned in and brushed your noses together so sweetly. You could only duck your head; there wasn’t much more for you to say now. “Do you think I’m a whore?” You whimpered out.

“No, of course not. You are my wife.” Viserys whispered into your ear before pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I love you.” He gently cupped your face once more as you finally decided to lean in. Your lips lovingly moved against his as your arms looped around his neck. “Forever.” He promised.

#viserys targaryen x reader #request

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yns-world · 1 year

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House of The Dragon Reacting to You Being Courted and Wedded to Someone Else

part ii of The Heir series

part i

a/n: fem reader, race not specified, size not specified

Y/H/A = Your House Animal

Y/H/C = Your House Color

In this imagine, your jealous lovers are: Rhaenyra and Daemon

Context: After inheriting the crown, your first duty was to find a King's consort. As part of your heirship, King Viserys forbade any Targaryen to ever meddle with your reign, wanting your dynasty to be as true to you as possible.

Rhaenyra: As your Hand, she knew very well that it was your civic duty to wed and produce heirs, no matter how painful it was for her to watch. During your courtship, she created a 3-month tour to visit every kingdom on the map to find the most suitable match, because Rhaenyra knew that you weren’t just marrying the person; you were creating an alliance with the whole House. This required a careful evaluation of a lord’s status, wealth, and history. When she came back from her journey, she presented you with three candidates--

“Ser Tyland Lannister from House Lannister of Casterly Rock; Ser Laenor Velaryon from House Velaryon of Driftmark; and Ser Harwin Strong from House Strong of Harrenhal.” Rhaenyra presented the three men and they all bowed before the throne.

“And what do they offer the crown?” Queen Y/N inquired, clearly unimpressed by the selection.

“House Lannister has enough gold to fund the crown. House Velaryon has thousands of fleets that are pledged to fight for any and all of your greatest conquests. And finally, House Strong is a noble house that produced the greatest warriors ever known.” Rhaenyra answered, looking up at the queen with an arched brow, waiting for a snarky comment that never came.

Queen Y/N pondered on the options for a moment, flicking her eyes from Rhaenyra and to the three men standing before her.

“Congratulations Ser Tyland Lannister, you have the honor of being named the King’s Consort.” There was a layer of disdain in her voice, a layer that Rhaenyra picked up on.

In honor of the two Houses uniting, a brand new banner was designed-- Y/H/A and the Lannister Lion were sharing arms, while Y/H/A wore a crown and the Lannister Lion held a sword in its other paw. Your house colors switched places, with Lannister Red coloring behind Y/H/A and Y/H/C being behind the Lion.

From the beginning, the process of your marriage was a difficult pill for Rhaenyra to swallow, but all the pain and suffering was worth it when you named your first daughter and heir apparent after her-- Princess Rhaenyra L/N, second of her name, heir to the Iron Throne.

Daemon: Daemon was appointed Lord Commander of the Queensguard and a “friend of the crown”, so to speak. When it came to your marriage, you believed that Daemon would be unaffected by the political arrangement. To your astonishment, it was quite the opposite.

Just a few hours after the first candidate showing, Daemon decapitated the suitor that you had your eyes on-- some prick from House Lannister.

In the beginning of the killings, nobody knew who this culprit was. But you knew, you knew all along, you just wouldn’t be dettered so easily.

The next morning after the first death, Daemon sulked into the throne room and dropped to his knees in front of you. He latched onto your legs and started sobbing into your silk gown.

“All my life I was the second choice-- the second son, the second heir-- I don’t want to be your second lover. I want to be the only one. You are the Queen of the Realm, I am nothing but your servant.” After catching his breath, Daemon slowly raised his desperate eyes to your face. With a finality in his voice, he spoke. “Nobody is worthy of the Queen of the Realm.”

This killing pattern would continue with every single candidate that came close to becoming your consort. It got to the point where fathers of prominent Houses were terrified of sending their sons to ask for your hand in marriage. Eventually your council knew they couldn’t get you to wed for as long as Daemon stayed at your post, so they let you become a king-less queen.

The unfortunate victims of Daemon’s rage were labeled as the Queen’s Ghosts-- the 32 men who were brutally murdered in Queen Y/N’s name. These victims came from all of the major families and then some-- House Lannister of Casterly Rock, House Stark of Winterfell, House Baratheon of Storm’s End, the list goes on.

Daemon’s brutalities were quickly associated with you, earning you the title “The Queen of Death.” You didn’t mind the title, it only fueled fear in the hearts of the people that didn’t already bow to you.

Of course, there was the question of your next heir. Since you weren’t wed, how could you possibly have any children?

Fortunantely for you, the agreement between your House and House Targaryen forbade you from any legal contraction, but that didn’t stop Daemon from siring four of your children out of wedlock-- one boy and three girls. Your first son and heir was named Sol, after the sun. Unlike you, Prince Sol would grow into a king who would fit his inherited title of “The Ruler of Death.”

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Sweet Sister (Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader x Jacaerys Velaryon)

AN: Oh gosh guys. I did it. Thank you to @zaldritzosrose for being my workshop partner (I also got the amazing dividers from her) and to my spiritual twin @foxyanon for reading a bit of it when I needed to make sure it was okay. Also this snowballed very hard very fast I am sorry.

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Summary: It wasn't the fault of them that this was their lot in life. Aemond and YN could only make the best of a marriage they did not particularly want. Yet Jacaerys does not see it as an obstacle. The gods made her for him. She was meant to be his.

TW: Language, characters are over 18, AFAB reader, use of YN in 3rd person pov, use of she/her pronouns, SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral (fem!receiving), a smidge of dry humping, lactation kink, tiddie sucking, masturbation, cuck!Aemond, threesome, Dom!Jacaerys, switch!Aemond (mostly veering on subbing), sub!reader, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, Jace's monster cock, NO DANCE, canon typical Targcest, Jace grinding his cock on Aemond, Jace cumming on Aemond, cum eating, spit, political marriage, Jace kinda teaching Aemond to proper fuck his wife, I think that's all

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon Niece!Reader, Jacaerys Velaryon x younger sister!Reader

Word count: 6.2k

It wasn’t his fault.

It was a thought that lived consistently in her mind in the years since her marriage. Both of them offered to each other’s mother as a solution to the growing rift between them. A marriage made in desperate hopes to avoid an ever looming annihilation.

It was good, she supposed, that it was to a man she was so familiar with. Her Uncle Aemond, while never particularly warm, had always been kind enough. He usually spared her the vitriol he shot at her brothers. Even when making it clear he knew the truth, he was less violent in his hatred. Queen Alicent raised him to be better than that.

A spat between boys here and there was acceptable, expected even. Training together, he got plenty of chance to beat on them, to spill the vile whispers that invaded his ears. Nobody but Ser Harwin ever said anything, but Aemond figured it was only because he was too stupid to pretend as everyone else did.

YN was different. Between his mother and Ser Criston, he knew that every woman was meant to be seen with a certain amount of respect. Despite who her father was, or wasn’t, YN was a princess. She was not like her brothers, who antagonized him at every step. And so he would hold his tongue.

As children, they were polite to each other. If he and the Velaryon boys were arguing, he went quiet when she would walk into the room. He would hold the door for her and in the same motion let it slam on Jacaerys.

It was this politeness that allowed Alicent to see reason. She couldn’t marry her only daughter to one of Rhaenyra’s sons, yet the King made it clear that it was his will their lines would converge. She made a counter offer to Rhaenyra’s, Aemond wed to YN. The Princess of Dragonstone denied for many the same reasons The Queen denied hers. But the Driftmark Incident all but forced her hand if she wished for Lucerys to remain unharmed as a consequence.

He was a good husband to her when they married not long after her coming of age. He stood by her side at court, always keeping her close. Over the moons they spent at each other’s side, a natural affection was felt between them. It may not have been a fairytale romance, but he at least could be counted as her friend. And for a girl who was without her family for the first time in her life, a friend was exactly what she needed.

It wasn’t Aemond’s fault that they were still expected to provide children to their line. They held off as long they could. Yet as they approached two years of marriage, rumors of infertility started hanging over their head. He could not bare to leave his wife to such scrutiny. It was only then they started laying together as husband and wife.

The affection they felt gave a solid foundation for their relationship in the bedroom. It was an awkward beginning in which he would blush every time his hand grazed her breasts and a small squeak would leave her lips when she saw him naked. Aemond, though, was a man of proficiency. He always planned to be the best in everything, the need in him increasing tenfold upon learning that bringing his wife to orgasm increased her odds of becoming pregnant.

“You looked lovely tonight at dinner,” he commented as they came from dinner.

“Thank you, husband. Your words flatter me always,” she told him.

He opened the door to their suite, the warmth of the fire already having filled the living space. When the door closed behind them, she let out a noticeable breath of relief. She always preferred the peace of their suite.

He stepped closer and began to unlace her gown. She reached behind her as he did so and took a hold of one of his wrists.

“Are you nervous?” he whispered. She hadn’t been nervous with him in months, but he always asked.

“Grateful, I suppose. For a husband like you,” she told him. Her dress fell to the ground in a pool around her ankles. She had forgone her slip and so she now stood naked in front of him. “I must admit though, today I am eager. I feel as though soon I shall be pregnant.”

He gave a small smile even though she could not see him. “A darling mother you shall be. How many do you wish us to have?”

“No less than two,” she told him. “So I hope you do not mind continuing this for a few years yet to come.”

“Never, my sweet niece. After all, I do still enjoy myself as a man should when I bed you.”

Satisfied, she released his wrist entirely so that he move as he wish. A feather light kiss to her shoulder as he began to undo his pants. A hand roaming the front of her body from behind, grabbing and squeezing to elicit soft little hums of approval from her. With his pants off, he stepped closer to her.

“Settee or bed?” he whispered in her ear, his hard cock pressing firmly against her ass.

“Settee,” she whispered while a shudder moved through her. Within a heartbeat, he lead her to the sofa near them.

“I want to make sure my seed takes in your womb, little wife,” he whispered in her ear before he helped her into position.

His touch traveled from her hip to entangle itself in her hair. She turned her face to him to allow a single kiss before he pushed her head roughly onto the settee’s cushion. Any sound she made was muffled by the cushion, but it was how they preferred.

The blood rush provided by his delicate fingers created as many desires in her as it sated. Any looks of love he would give her would be fake, they didn’t love each other. Yet when his nails raked against her back as he prepared to grab her hips, she knew she was lucky in this.

His left hand rested along the curve of her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh to hold her where he wanted her. His right hand moved between her thighs before finding their home in her folds.

The fabric where her mouth was pressed warmed against her skin as she let out small, repetitive moans. In the months since their first bedding, his fingers had become experts at a quick orgasm. He would flex his thumb to rest against her pearl with fluctuating pressures in time with the speed of his middle and ring fingers thrusting into her cunt.

Her thighs trembled as Aemond curled his fingers, coaxing her orgasm ever closer. A faint sound of her moaning made it to his ears as her walls tightened around the digits. She came hard, only getting a second’s reprieve before his hand moved away and it’s presence replaced by his long cock.

His hips repeatedly moving into her turned him into a desperate man. Watching himself disappear into her cunt while her ass melted against the muscles of his lower abdomen was a sight made of sin. She was soaked around him, her juices dripping off his cock.

Aemond was a restrained man until he was on the precipice of orgasm. It was when she felt his fingers return to her swollen pearl and his hips start to stutter that she cried out. She could feel him pawing at her back, his once anchoring grasp becoming a desperate touch. His movements were no longer careful and considered as he rubbed his thumb eagerly against her pearl and fucked into her with abandon. She could feel the tension begin to build within her as she whispered his name into the cushion again and again.

She came for a second time, squealing into the cushion as she attempted to move forward. The pleasurable band that had snapped inside her belly increased how much she felt tenfold. Every movement of his cock was like the sweetest torture. The head pushed against that spongy spot inside of her, making her whimper with every brush. Her walls gripped even tighter, like he was the missing piece of her.

He groaned out her name as he released his spend, ropes of white coating her walls. She was certain, as he pulled out of her while trying to steady his breath, that this was it. This would be their luck.

Within two moons she had confirmation she was pregnant. She wrote letters to her family immediately upon telling Aemond. Together, they would walk to Her Grace the Queen’s apartments and tell her she would once again become a grandmother. One would think they had divulged the secrets of the universe with the way the Queen became so overjoyed.

She was approaching her fifth month of pregnancy when her family returned to King’s Landing so that her mother could take the Throne. With the passing of King Viserys, many had anticipated war. But neither Rhaenyra or Alicent wanted to risk losing their grandchild. If war had broken out, both knew that the baby would be torn between the desires of both it’s parents. That was enough.

YN stood in wait for her family alone at the Dragon Pit. The peace was tense already, and they had yet to arrive. But one by one, the elder members of her family landed on their dragons in front of her.

A journey by ship would take too long when there was a throne to take. Her mother dismounted Syrax with grace befitting a queen. Her eyes though did not fix themselves to her mother, instead the new Prince of Dragonstone capturing her full attention.

“My sweet sister,” her older brother said once he dismounted Vermax.

Jacaerys looked at her like she was his favorite toy. Two years her elder and that had never changed. She was his little sister, the one he knew the gods crafted from the heavens specifically for him. It was everything he believed to be true. She was meant to be his Queen, to be his.

That is why he was never too worried about her betrothal to Aemond when it was announced. Jace knew he didn’t necessarily need to be her first husband. Men run away or die every day, leaving their families behind. Knowing his uncle meant knowing how perfect the one eyed man had to be. He anticipated Aemond running away the moment he proved to be subpar at being a husband.

And when he did inevitably run, when he did abandon his wife, all Jacaerys needed to do was be there. He had told YN her entire life how he adored her, how he would give her a crown and a throne and nobody would doubt his devotion to her. She would be his equal in every way once he was King. No marriage to some lesser standing man would change that.

“Jace,” she said with a smile on her face. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck.

He was sturdy, lean but firm. There was no sway in his body when she all but collided into him in her excitement, her small bump pressing against him. He held her just as close.

Even her pregnancy could not dissuade him from believing they were meant for each other. Jacaerys knew she would have children from this marriage, he had long prepared for that reality. But this child was as much of her as it was of Aemond, and he would love every part of his beloved sister.

“You are stunning, my queen. The babe is not too much trouble, I hope?” he asks when he pulls away. But only enough to look at her.

“Oh none at all. The little bug has only just began kicking,” she told him.

“I was more referring to your husband, but I am grateful your pregnancy has been easy thus far,” he told her with a smirk, creating a giggle she could not hold back.

His eyes look over her face more times than he can count. He had never seen a beauty such as hers. From the way her lips stretched as she smiled, to the little furrow in her brow as she watched him look at her, to the subtlety of her eyes shining with a joy he doubted she had for years. Everything about her captivated him.

As his eyes raked further down her body he was a man in love. Her breasts already were beginning to swell with milk, looking deliciously full and ripe for providing his pleasure. The bump was small, he knew she wasn’t too far along just yet, but seeing evidence of a child growing inside her was enough for him to feel like a man gone mad.

His cock began to swell under his trousers. He could not resist pulling her in for another hug just to be able to rut against her for a mere moment. It was subtle, discreet, one would be forgiven for thinking it was the embrace of a brother who missed his sister. She knew what he was doing. She could feel his bulge pressing through his skirts and against her heat.

“I have missed you dearly, my queen,” he whispered in her ear.

“I have missed you as well, my dear brother,” she whispered, hugging him tighter to her.

Pregnancy had a way of clouding her judgement. She desired more than just this juvenile attempt at some relief. And while it was true Aemond would tend to her when her hormones became too overwhelming, there was a difference. Aemond was her husband, the man she was legally bound to. He was the father of the babe cradled safely inside her. He was allowed.

Jace was her older brother. Adore him as she might, he had no true claim to her. They had risked enough the night before her wedding when he made her ride his thigh to orgasm. It was his way of ensuring she knew pleasure before he would get the chance to properly give it to her. But now, to even do this was a slap in the face to her husband and an affront to the gods.

He pulled away, completely this time, and smiled at her. “Your presence has been missed deeply, sweetling.”

And with no other words he stepped away and allowed a proper greeting between her and their mother.

With Rhaenyra’s coronation and subsequent restructuring of the Small Council, life remained hectic for months. Rhaenyra was smarter than her father as a ruler, she understood that the only thing that posed a threat to her rule was the ambitions of one man in particular. The best way to remove such a threat was to understand the ambition and give it only enough power to remain useful to her.

Her first act? Removing Otto Hightower as Hand. He was still on the Small Council as Master of Whisperers, as he was a man best kept close and an expert of intelligence. In his stead she placed Jacaerys until such a time he was married and would move to his seat of Dragonstone. It would give him opportunity to learn the workings of ruling the country that would once be his. As a way to create good faith between her and her brothers, she offered them positions as well. She would appoint Aemond as Master of Laws, as she doubted there were any who knew more of Westeros’ histories and laws as him. And for Aegon she created the position of Master of Celebrations, offering no further explanation before he accepted.

Being as her husband was preoccupied with his newfound duties, YN spent many nights alone. The babe, due in the next month by now, made her ache and weep. It was all she could do to avoid such pains. If it wasn’t her back or hips hurting, both from the weight of her stomach and the way her body prepared for labour, it was the way her breasts were already filling to the brim.

Her only comfort was found in her baths. The water ran so hot it would be uncomfortable for many. She had the blood of dragons coursing through her, she carried a dragon inside her. A little extra heat did nothing to dissuade her.

In fact, she was sitting on the bed, waiting for her maids to bring forth the water needed. Her hands massaged her aching breasts to attempt to provide any relief for her. As such, she was hardly covered by anything. Only a thin sheet laid draped over her lower half.

There was a knock on the door. She beckoned them inside, assuming it was her maids. Yet when she opened her eyes, there stood Jacaerys. Her eyes widened slightly, though she made no grand attempt to hide herself.

“My sweet, are you okay?” he asked her softly. His voice was filled with a love she had mostly forgotten.

“Pregnancy is hard on the body, at it turns out,” she joked as he came closer to her. It was then she pulled the sheet up further, now hiding her breasts.

“And your husband is not here to attend to you,” he commented. He sat in front of her on the bed and repositioned the sheet, exposing her breasts and pregnant belly to him.

“He does as he can. His duties have been weighing more as of late, though, so I am typically asleep by his finishing hour,” she told him.

“A dutiful wife. Never speaking ill of him,” he whispered.

“He has been good to me, Jace. He cares a great deal for my safety and happiness. Better to me than I believe many would have been,” she said in response. Her words were soft and genuine. She bore no ill will for Aemond, truly she did not. And she would not pretend she did.

“I am grateful you were granted such a kindness by the gods.”

His hands moved now from the sheet he stilled gripped to roam her stomach. The babe kicked at his touch as if to say hello. The two chuckled at the sensation.

“She has never kicked so eagerly before,” YN told him.

“She?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Call it instinct,” she shrugged, smiling at his hand on her stomach.

“She has a fiery resolve, just as her mother and her mother before,” Jacaerys told her happily before leaning forward and placing a kiss to her stomach. “Such a beautiful mother already, my queen.”

“You are too good at your flattery, brother,” she whispered.

“Is it flattery if it’s true? Is it flattery if just the sight of you, swollen with a babe and practically dripping milk, make my cock harden?” he asked, looking up at her with his chin rested on her stomach.

When her jaw slacked and her lips parted, he knew he had her attention in the way he needed. He moved up her body, pressing gentle kisses along her stomach and breasts as he did. Her uptick in breathing was bordering on panting as she watched him. His mess of curls tickled her skin just as his lips did.

“Can’t wait until it is my babe in your stomach. But I will love this one just the same,” he murmured against her skin.

“I am married, brother,” she whispered as she attempted to move his head away.

“You think the gods care for the law of man when they have crafted you for me?” he asked. His body did not budge at her insistent nudges.

“Jacaerys,” she whispered.

His hand flew up to grip her wrist. It did not hurt but it was a former grasp than Aemond ever had. In a moment her hand was being held to the mattress by his own, his head unmoving. His face was nestled comfortably in the crook of her neck where he inhaled deeply.

“You know you were made for me, little one, just as I have known it always. And you said yourself our uncle cares for your happiness, yet where is he? Why does he not tend to you as you prepare for him the greatest gift?” he murmured against her neck.

“He is busy,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as he once again inhaled her.

“The gods themselves would have to bind me to the earth in order to keep me from putting my cock in you whenever you needed,” he told her before nipping at her skin.

His free hand found it’s way to her left breast. She whimpered a bit under his touch, the pain she felt earlier mixing with a pleasure from how much he desired her. She could feel his smirk against her neck as he began rutting his hips against her lap. His hardened cock pressed painfully into her thigh.

She should tell him to move. She knew he would respect her desires. But how could she focus on any desire she held save for him? She had always loved Jacaerys as he loved her.

Her first memory was of Jace promising her she would be his Queen. He doted on her from the moment she was born. He had always told her she was his, made for him by the gods to be his perfect match, even after her betrothal. And while she understood the role she was meant to play in keeping the peace, she believe it too.

“What is this?” Aemond’s voice said from the door.

YN was about to answer him, to insist that despite what it looked like she had only been waiting for her maids to draw her bath. She could only hope he would understand. Instead, Jace sat up. He smirked at his younger sister before turning to face Aemond, his hand never leaving hers.

“I am doing your job, since apparently you do not find my sweet sister important enough,” he said to the blonde man.

“Do not speak to me of my wife,” Aemond said darkly. “She understands the nature of my position.”

“You do not speak to me of my sister,” Jace commanded. “She is beauty in all she is, she is carrying your child, and yet you do not wait on her hand and foot? Instead leaving her to rot in this room while you pour over your books and scrolls.”

“I am a prince you do not get to speak to me this way,” Aemond said angrily, though not as loud.

“And I am Prince of Dragonstone, Heir to the Iron Throne!” Jace all but shouted. “I should have your cock removed since you do not use it as you should! Send you to the Wall for daring to deny my sister an existence of gluttonous pleasure!”

Aemond silenced himself and looked to his wife. His wife who, until this moment, he wasn’t aware could look at someone with such a burning desire. But she looked at Jacaerys the way he had once hoped they would looked at each other, when he thought there was hope they would love each other. He could see that for her, Jacaerys hung the moon and stars.

“Close the door and sit in that chair by the window,” Jace told Aemond.

Having no choice to comply, the older man did as asked. There was little doubt in his mind Jacaerys would send him to the Wall if for no other reason than to have YN to himself. And so, he shut the bedroom door and took a seat in the chair.

The bed was close enough he got a perfect side view of his wife. He could admit the sight of her displayed in such a manner stirred something inside him. He could feel his cock twitch at the sight of her full breasts, her rounded belly, but mostly? It was the way she wasn’t even concerned with him.

Her focus was solely on Jacaerys now. Her brother was back to pressing kisses against her body. It was the first time Aemond could see the faces she made with the slightest pleasure. How easily her face contorted the second Jacaerys took one of her nipples between his teeth was a sight he wished he could commit to memory.

“Some ground rules,” Jacaerys said after pulling away from her breast. He looked to Aemond. “Sit in that fucking chair until I tell you you’re allowed to move. Answer me when you’re spoken to. Stroke your dick or whatever, just do not leave that chair.”

“And if she asks for me?” Aemond asked him.

“She won’t,” was all Jacaerys offered him. But it was enough to make YN whimper beneath him. Aemond flushed as his cock twitched once again, hardening with every passing second.

Jacaerys turned to YN, smiling down at her. “And you, my beautiful, darling, sweet sister…all I want is your permission to love your body the way it is meant to be loved,” he said. His voice with her was soft and tender as opposed to how harsh and angry he was with Aemond.

“Jace,” she whispered. She began to turn to Aemond, but Jacaerys gripped her chin and kept her gaze on him.

“No, my queen, it is not about him. It is about you, and us. About you belonging to me, if you wish,” he whispered to her. His brown doe eyes made her melt before he sat up, finally releasing her hand to he could grab the bottom of his shirt.

All she could do is nod. She was speechless with the sight of him pulling off his shirt. His toned abdomen caused a gush of her arousal to pool between her legs.

She felt heat flood her cheeks when he removed the sheet from her lower half. Her face felt even hotter when he pushed her legs apart, eyes locking in on her cunt.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby,” he praised her, hands rubbing the inside of her thighs. “Doesn’t she have a pretty pussy, Uncle?”

For the first time, YN looked at him. Her wide eyes were heavy with lust. In all the nights they had spent together, he had never really allowed himself the chance to take in the beauty of her face. He wanted more. Needed more

“Yes,” was all he could manage to say. His eyes moved from her face to where Jace was touching her. In almost expert fashion, Jace removed his pants. His cock was longer than Aemond’s, thicker too. As husband and wife stared at the monstrous cock, they both couldn’t imagine how it would fit.

“Have you drank from these tits, Uncle?” Jace asked Aemond without turning his eyes from her pussy. He smirked at how wet his sister was, feeling more desire in him than he had ever felt before.

“Not yet,” Aemond choked out. His self restraint was out the window now. He pulled his cock from his trousers and gripped it in his hand.

“Seems fitting, I suppose. You were the first to fuck a babe into her, I shall be the first to drink from her,” Jacaerys smirked at the idea of claiming a part of her Aemond had not.

He laid his cock in between her slick folds, allowing it to rest against her clit while he leaned down and began suckling from her. His left hand held one tit while he suckled from the other. Her sweet milk flowed freely past his eager lips and onto his greedy tongue.

He moaned against her as he ground his hips against hers. Her slick aided his cock in sliding between her folds and creating a friction that caused her to whine out. She couldn’t hold the moans from her lips.

“Fuck,” Aemond whispered. His pupil was blown wide as he desperately stroked his cock. Pre-cum beaded on the head just to continuously be wiped away by a swipe of his cum.

With a loud pop, Jacaerys pulled off her tit. He kissed her hungrily. There was nothing he needed more than her. He couldn’t help himself. He pulled his hips back just far enough to readjust, pushing his cock into her. She groaned into the kiss, feeling the burn of stretching around him. His hips stilled when his cock was seated half way inside her.

He broke the kiss after several moments. He looked between her lips and her leaking tits. His cock throbbed at the sight.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “So fuckable. So perfect on my cock.”

“Yours, Jacey, yours,” she muttered. She made a pointed effort to ignore her husband whimpering in his chair. The thought of him so hard at this sight made her pussy flutter around the cock inside her. “Want your fucking cock, Jacey. All of it.”

He kissed all over her face as he pushed further into her. She cried out his name repeatedly, moaning, begging for more in the same breath she cried it was too much. Jacaerys nearly busted inside her in that moment. Her full tits moving with just the slightest snap of his hips, her cock drunk expression written on her face, her pregnant stomach pushing against him.

With her beautiful sounds as encouragement, he began fucking into her with abandon. All that mattered to him was how perfect she felt around him. Her walls squeezed around his cock in a quiet desperation to keep him inside her. With every stroke, the tip pushed against the spongey part of her walls, causing her to cry out his name. She was more sensitive in her pregnancy, allowing for her orgasm to build quickly.

“Fuck, fuck,” she moaned out as the band inside her snapped and her orgasm washed over her entirely.

The gush of her release flooded over his cock. He wanted to hear her moans every day. It was all he could think about as his balls, heavy with his load, slapped against her ass. His grunts and groans of pleasure drowned her out until finally he cried out her name, spilling his seed deep inside her.

“Stop,” YN commanded Aemond after a few seconds.. He looked to her face desperately, obediently stopping his furious tugs of his cock just as he was on the verge of his own release.

“What do you wish, my queen?” Jace panted, pulling his still throbbing cock from her.

“Eat your spend from my cunt. Then when you pull away I wish Aemond to begin to fuck me, and you spit your seed into his mouth,” she told her brother, never looking away from Aemond. She watched as his cock twitched with anticipation. “I think that is what my husband wants, too.”

Jace smirked at her once more before looking to Aemond. “Come over here, then. Naked. My Queen wishes to enjoy you.”

Aemond had never moved so fast in his life. As Jace moved down his lover’s body, YN took her husband’s hand. It was a small moment of intimacy neither had allowed themselves before. Until tonight, a certain part of them remained duty. But now, there was no pretending.

Jacaerys lapped eagerly at her clit once he found his home between her thighs. She squirmed under his careful tongue, whimpering his name. Aemond felt desperate now, to make her replicate those sounds for him.

Jacaerys pulled away from her right before she came again. She was breathing heavy, eyes wide, as she looked down at him. Without breaking eye contact, he reached beside him and grabbed Aemond by his cock. Wordlessly, Aemond allowed himself to be lead, occasionally bucking his hips into Jacaerys’ hand. YN moaned at the sight.

With Aemond in position, his cock firmly pressed against her entrance, Jacaerys grabbed his uncle by the jaw and squeezed. Aemond instinctually opened his mouth. The brunette looked to his sister, who at this point was rubbing her own clit, before turning back to Aemond and spitting the mixture of his seed and YN’s release onto his waiting tongue. Just like a seasoned whore in Flea Bottom, Aemond swallowed eagerly.

“Tell her thank you for the gift she has bestowed in you,” Jacaerys whispered in Aemond’s ear. His hand moved to grasp his uncle’s cock, giving slow, lazy tugs. Between the heat of his wife’s pussy all but begging him to fuck her and the firmness of his nephew’s hold, it was almost painful to not begin to fuck her at a reckless pace.

“Th-thank you, for giving me a child,” Aemond stuttered out. Jacaerys began grinding against Aemond’s hip, his cock hardening with every passing moment.

“Apologize to her for not satisfying her enough,” the future king demanded. His eyes watched his sister’s fingers rubbing furiously against her clit, her body trembling. And then they traveled up her body. “Tell her what a goddess she is.”

“Such a goddess,” he whispered, looking down at her. “I am a fool for not worshipping every moment.”

“Mhmphh,” Jacaerys breathed out as he rutted against his uncle. “Slide your pretty cock into her and beg her to keep you. Beg our Queen to decide she wants to keep you when I marry her.”

As soon as Jacaerys’ hand fell away, Aemond buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy. But his hand was not unoccupied for long. He batted her hand away from her clit and replaced her fingers with his. He rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts against Aemond’s hip.

“Do not cast me aside,” Aemond begged her, his hips moving at breakneck speed as he pounded away at his wife’s pussy. “YN, my wife, please. Keep me by your side, fuck, fuck, and and I will worship you.”

“Slow yourself, match your thrusts to mine. Deeply,” Jacaerys whispered his ear. Aemond was quick to adjust his speed. He wanted to make both of them happy.

“Fuck,” YN whined out. Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably as once again she approached orgasm. “Want both of you. Want to be Queen. Want to be both yours,” she begged the two men. Her back arched as she screamed out, their names tumbling from her lips in a jumbled mess. Both men tried to maintain their movements as she rode out her eye.

Jacaerys came first, still sensitive from his first orgasm. His sticky spend painted Aemond’s pale hip before beginning to slide down the taut muscles and onto the mattress below. Aemond followed sooner after, his seed finding home deep inside his wife.

The three of them were breathing heavily. Jacaerys stepped back off the bed, finding a cloth so that he could wipe off Aemond’s hip. By the time the blonde prince had pulled out, his cock had softened. But neither man could avoid staring at her pussy as it leaked cum.

Aemond laid beside his wife, Jacaerys on the other. She giggled and pulled a sheet over their bodies.

“We shall wed in the Valyrian tradition, and our Uncle and I shall take turns fucking babe after babe into you,” Jacaerys whispered as he kissed her cheek.

“It is against the Faith, the law,” YN reminded her brother.

But Aemond saw the frown on her face and knew how much she wanted that future. And he wished for it too, wished for more nights in which the three of them could spend together. Something inside him shifted as he looked at the two of them. What was once a marriage to his dearest friend was now more. It was a chance at a happiness he would never have allowed himself.

“Lucky for us, we know the person responsible for the law,” he murmured as his hand rested on her stomach. “And I have it on good authority he wishes nothing more than to allow us this pleasure.”

She looked up at his face, her gaze soft. “Truly?” she whispered.

“Jacaerys is right. I have been a fool. A fool for not realizing the beauty that you are, the wonderful thing you are giving me,” he leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “And this was the happiest I have ever seen you.”

“It is the happiest you have ever been either, dear husband,” she pointed out. “I have never seen you so responsive.”

Jacaerys rested his own again against her stomach, his finger tips grazing Aemond’s. “I am glad to have seen it from the both of you.”

“Marry her. And we shall all be together as we were tonight,” Aemond murmured. Jacaerys chuckled. “What?”

“Oh next time, I’m fucking your ass while you fuck her,” he smirking. “Or maybe we should see if both our cocks could fit in her.”

“Oh, I think she’s definitely a good enough girl to let us try. Aren’t you, my wife?”

She nodded eagerly before leaning up to kiss him. He hummed against her lips for just a moment before she pulled away and kissed Jacaerys.

When she pulled away, both men moved as close as possible to her and held her.

“I love you, sweet sister.”

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insolence

pairing: harwin strong x reader

synposis: the commander of the city watch's unexpected departure from king's landing prompts a long overdue confession to the handmaiden of princess rhaenyra.

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

notes: justice for harwin, our baby who deserved better and more than 10 minutes of screen time <3

"There was an incident at the training yard today. Involving the commander and Ser Criston."

*yn*'s body froze, her hand hovering over the chalices as the words slithered into her ears.

"What kind of incident?"

She straightened up and placed the pitcher of wine down before the cup could overflow. Her knuckles bone white as she chaperoned the two glasses of wine over to the table placed in between the princess and her husband.

"The kind where Ser Harwin nearly beat Ser Criston to a pulp."

*yn* had to use all of her willpower to not drop the gold goblets at the princess's words. Surely there had to be some explanation, some misunderstanding of sorts.

"Seven hells, whatever for?" Laenor's words were slurred, his tone high pitched. Drunk.

"For the same reason the Queen dragged us up to her room when Joffrey was born."

*yn* could feel Laenor's eyes burning into her as she placed the goblets down on the table.

"The vile accusations are circling us husband. On all sides."

Rhaenyra's tone was firm but her face was ever expressionless. One that was impossible to read. Forever wearing a mask that *yn* rarely ever saw removed. Some never did.

"I wish to speak to my wife in private."

*yn* turned to Laenor and curtseyed quickly.

"Of course your-"

"*yn* has served me for many years, she is well aware of the rumours spread about us. We can speak openly in front of her." Rhanerya gestured to her handmaiden lazily, her piercing eyes never leaving her husband as she spoke.

"I am not asking this time."

*yn* swallowed and glanced between the pair. Neither were paying her any attention, their gazes solely fixed on each other, daring the other to blink. Neither wanted to back down.

Before *yn* even had time to fix her anxious expression, Rhaenyra's stare was on *yn*. Rhaenyra's eyes glided over her features, *yn* could practically feel her deciphering every micro-expression etched into her skin.

If Rhaenyra sensed *yn*'s anxiety, she did not reveal it. Instead she curtly nodded and sent her a tight lipped smile. It was more than most people ever got.

"You may go, *yn*."

"Of course princess." *yn* curtseyed. "I will be back to help put the boys to bed."

"No need, me and Laenor can manage tonight."

"But-"

"-That will be all *yn*." Rhaenyra's tone was gentle but firm as she cut *yn* off before she could protest.

*yn* knew what that tone meant. Now was not the time to argue with her or question her commands. Rhaenyra had always treated *yn* with respect and kindness, almost as if they were friends, but she was still a Targaryen. The future queen.

This time *yn* merely nodded and curtseyed before hastily making her way to the door.

"Oh and *yn*." Rhaenyra's voice stopped her from curling her fingers around the door handle.

She spun around, her lips parted to answer. Rhaenyra beat her to it.

"I heard Ser Harwin was at his usual tavern, drinking away his sorrows."

The ghost of a smile flashed across Rhaenyra's lips as she spoke. It was gone so quickly *yn* thought she might have dreamt it.

"Just if you were curious as to where our commander might be."

*yn* could feel a blush creeping up onto her cheeks, her face growing a deep shade of crimson red. Laenor's brow furrowed as he glanced between the two women in confusion.

"Thank you princess." *yn* stared down at her feet as she curtseyed once more, her fingers finding the door handle as she did.

Rhaenyra inclined her head in response before turning her attention back to her husband. *yn* turned her back once more just as Rhaenyra brought the goblet up to her lips to hide her amused smirk.

The stench of liquor, sweat and sex infiltrated *yn*’s nostrils. Tavern goers barely spared her a moments notice as she slipped into the chaos. Ducking and weaving through the crowd, her eyes flitted from one face to the next.

He was hard to miss. His massive frame dwarfing the table he was crouched over. An intimidating mass of muscle shoved into a dingy corner. A mass of brown curls concealed his face as he bent down to press his lips to the pint of lager he was nursing.

Harwin Strong looked up from his cup. His eyes glassy and unfocused as *yn* slid into the seat opposite him.

"You should not be here. It is not safe." His voice was gruff and deep. The type of voice that crept down *yn*'s spine, leaving shivers in its wake.

"Well lucky I have the commander of the city watch to protect me then." Her attempt at lightening the mood seemed to have the opposite effect, Harwin's eyes darkening and his jaw tightening at her words.

“Have you not heard darling?” He hiccuped as he paused to take another long swig from his drink.

“It’s ex-commander now.” His words slurred together into one convoluted string of vowels.

He had completely consumed himself in drink, something *yn* had not seen from him before.

“What?" *yn* blinked in disbelief. "How is that possible? Does the King not know what Cole said to you?”

She could feel her voice rising as her anger grew. She had never liked Cole, not since he had attempted to guilt Rhaenyra for refusing to give up the crown for him. And now that he was Queen Allicent’s lapdog, his cunt-like attitude had only worsened.

“It does not matter what he said to me.” Harwin shrugged as he slouched back in his seat.

“Of course it matters. He goaded you. You have every right to do what you did.”

“I should not have let him get under my skin. I have disgraced myself. My family. I deserve it.”

“You absolutely do fucking not.” *yn* growled. “That man is an insipid little cuck who is bitter at the world because he got so cunt drunk on-“

She cut herself off, inhaling sharply before she could say anything further. She had to watch her tongue in places like this. Where rats with beady eyes watched from their little spider holes and sewer pipes.

Harwin studied her intently, as if he was only just realising she was sitting across from him. Like her words had finally snapped him out of his drunken haze.

She watched as his face morphed from one of anger to one of humour as he took in her bright eyes and clenched jaw.

“I like when you are angry.” Harwin mused.

“Brings out a fire in you.” His eyes danced with amusement as he peered at her over his drink. “Makes you even more ravageable.”

*yn* felt heat creep into her cheeks at his words. These types of compliments from Harwin were completely foreign to her. He was always kind, humorous, but never flirty. It appeared that drink loosened his tongue.

*yn* had been Princess Rhaenyra's handmaiden since she had turned eight and ten. The second born daughter of a wealthy merchant, Dreyos Valrin was more than willing to offer his daughter to the King.

She had grown up beside Rhaenyra, and by proxy had grown to know all the other members of the royal court, and their protectors.

Harwin had always been there, although it took *yn* a few years to notice him. He had always been in the background, observing.

But then Criston wreaked havoc at Rhaenyra's wedding and Harwin had stormed through and scooped her and Rhaenyra up under each of his arms as if they weighed no more than a feather, carrying them to safety. She could remember him placing her down on the ground and staring down at her with those big brown eyes of his as he asked her if she was ok.

It was like she was properly seeing him for the first time.

Once Harwin became commander, the pair grew closer. Hours spent waiting in the corners of feasts and tournaments lead to in depth conversations and stories. To secrets and inside jokes. Knowing glances and stifling giggles.

Rhaenyra grew fond of Harwin to, the three becoming close friends. Then the rumours started. *yn* had always dismissed them, especially with the way Rhaenyra so convincingly denied them.

But as each child was born and *yn* saw the scientifically mystifying dark brown roots instead of starch white ones, her doubt only grew.

And her heart broke a little more. Because it was further proof that this infatuation was entirely one sided. An unrealistic fantasy.

“Seven hells, you are drunk.” Was the only thing that she could muster up under his intense gaze.

Her sheepish mumbling only made Harwin’s smirk widen.

“That I am.” He conceded.

“But my inebriated state does not make you any less beautiful.”

*yn* felt the blush spreading across her face darken.

She must have done something to gain the gods favour because at that very moment a drunken customer bumped into her back, sending his drink flying through the air. It missed her by an inch, but it was enough of a distraction to save her from having to construct a reply to Harwin's forward comment.

"Sorry love." The man gurgled as he stumbled past.

Harwin glared at him as he walked away. *yn* did not miss the way his gloved hand tightened around the handle of his drink.

"You should not be in a place like this." He reiterated as he finally dragged his eyes from the man.

"Neither should you." She countered.

"This is precisely where I should be. With the other fuck ups and outcasts."

*yn*'s smile vanished at Harwin's words, watching as he tilted his head back to finish the remnants of the liquid sitting at the bottom of his cup.

"Come. Let us leave this place." She spoke as he slammed the empty cup onto the table. "You have wallowed here enough."

"Why do you care where I wallow." He muttered, his eyes following her every move as she rose up to her feet.

"Because you are my friend." She stated matter-of-factly. "It is my duty to care."

"Friend huh?" His mumbling was so quiet and slurred that *yn* did not even hear him as she glanced around at her surroundings.

"How much?" A gruff voice called out from behind her.

"I'm sorry?" Her forehead creased in confusion as she turned to see a man staring at her.

"How much for an hour of your time darling."

Her eyes darted behind his shoulder to see a few man luring at her. She swallowed and fought the urge to wrap her arms around herself as the hairs stood up on the back of her neck.

"I'm not a whore."

Her response made him chuckle and his pack of friends snigger in cohesion.

"Everyone's a whore if you've got enough money." He answered her as he took a step closer. His eyes were raking up and down her figure in a way that was making her skin crawl.

"So tell me, how much is that little cunt of yours worth?"

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Harwin was now sitting up tall in his chair. His brown eyes suddenly sharp as they locked onto the man. *yn* cursed under her breath as she watched the anger ripple through him.

"I suggest you go." She spoke, her voice firm as she turned away from Harwin to glare at him. The man merely let out a dry chuckle and a low whistle as his eyes dragged down her once more.

"Must be pretty fucking good to get this one so riled up."

The table scraped against the ground behind *yn*.

"Apologise to the lady."

His voice was so deep that she felt the rumble of his chest against her back as he spoke. Her eyes never left the man in front of her.

She watched as the man's eyes drifted up past her face, all the way to Harwin's behind her. He had always dwarfed her in size, like he did most people, and she could see the realisation begin to dawn on the man's face that he had made quite the fuck up.

His friends behind him were whispering to each other, taking turns to steal glances at Harwin.

".....breakbones......"

Her ears plucked those words out of the air at the same time the stranger's did. She watched him visibly pale as he realised who he was picking a fight with.

"Apologise. Now. I will not ask again."

The man shrunk into himself at Harwin's words. A glance over his shoulder revealed his friends had scattered in all directions, leaving him without backup.

"I am sorry m'lady."

She watched him as he made an attempt at a bow, staring up at her pleadingly through his lashes. She let him stew there for a few moments, taking the time to glare at him.

"It is fine."

"I do not think it was sincere enough." Harwin growled as he stepped around her to approach him.

She reached out and placed a hand onto his forearm. The feeling of her touch made him stop and turn to look down at her.

"He apologised. Let us leave and be done with it."

He studied her for a few moments as he felt the white hot rage begin to melt away under her touch. He gritted his teeth and turned to look at the man trembling in front of them.

*yn* felt relief wash through her when he nodded his head stiffly in agreement. Her hand was still on his forearm as she guided him past the man, leaving him shaking where he stood. Harwin let her lead him through the tavern, his glare keeping anymore drunks away.

It was clear his anger had not fully dissipated once they stepped out onto the dimly lit street. She finally let go of his arm as they began to walk back towards the castle.

"I do not want you going there again." The silence finally broke after a few minutes.

"Well stop going there to get offensively drunk and I I will not have to."

"The lack of respect I endure from you will never cease to amaze me." *yn* could hear the smile in his response which in turn made a small smile appear on her lips as the energy around them shifted.

"I did not realise an ex-commander required a certain level of respect." Her stomach dropped the second the words slipped past her lips.

It was a low blow. A gamble. Possibly the diciest quip she had ever delivered to him. Something she most definitely regretted.

"You know." He said after a few moments. Nerves wracked her body as she opened her mouth to apologise.

"I always blamed the princess for your insolence, that you had spent too much time in her company. But now I am second guessing that theory."

A moment of silence passed as the pair caught eyes. His face was solemn until one side of his lips began to twitch up into a smirk. Then they both burst out into hushed laughter. Relief coursed through her veins at the sound of his amusement.

The couple slipped back into comfortable silence as they approached one of the back entrances into the castle. *yn* turned to say something to him as she began to scale the stairs but was caught by surprise when she realised he was no longer beside her.

"Harwin?" She peered down at him questioningly when she saw that he had come to a stop at the bottom of the stairwell.

"This is where I bid you goodnight Lady Valrin."

"What are you talking about? You are not returning to your chambers?"

Confusion brewed in her when he shook his head.

"I do not think it appropriate for me to stay here anymore given these recent events."

"But this is your home. Ser Criston is as much to blame as you-"

"Ser Criston did not publicly humiliate the hand of the king." He cut her off firmly.

"I have taken up lodgings elsewhere." He spoke just as she opened her mouth to protest.

"Besides, I do not want to tarnish your reputation by being seen with me at this hour by the castle's preying eyes."

His words made a humourless chuckle escape her lips.

"I am a second born daughter of a merchant, the handmaiden to the princess. I do not have a reputation to tarnish. I am of insignificance to preying eyes."

He shook his head at her words. "That is a lie *yn*."

She felt her heart hammer in her chest as a gloved hand came to cradle her face.

"And you and I both know it." His thumb brushed against her chin as he spoke. His voice was low, his gaze gentle as they looked at one another.

An unreadable expression crossed his face as he dropped his hand from her face and took a step back. She exhaled a shaky breath as he bowed deeply in front of her.

"Goodnight Lady Valrin."

She swallowed as he looked up at her through his mass of curls, his deep brown eyes locking with hers. The confession she had so desperately wanted to rid herself of hung tantalisingly on her lips. But she shoved it down once more, like she had done a thousand times over.

"Goodnight Ser Harwin."

"Can we go to the dragon pit yet?"

"Once your mother is finished with the council. I heard she wants to watch you train today."

Lucerys Velaryon moaned as he flopped down beside *yn*.

"But I want to go now."

"We all wish we could have things when we wanted them young prince." *yn* teased him lightly.

"But patience is a virtue, we know." Jacaerys huffed as he bounded over to join them.

"Yes Jacaerys, that is correct." *yn* nodded as the two boys joined her under the shade of the tree.

"You have only told us about three hundred times." He answered back sarcastically which made Lucerys giggle.

"Well now I have told you three hundred and one times and I will continue to until you learn it." *yn* raised a brow at him, unable to hide the smile on her face as she tried to be semi-authoritative.

The boys could read her like a book, and play her like a fiddle. They knew she was all bark and no bite.

"How do you 'learn' patience?" Lucerys queried as he moved to rest his head in her lap.

"Well, I am getting quite good practice right now."

It took the boys a few moments to realise what she meant, but when they did they let out gasps followed by fits of giggles.

"When will mother be done?" Lucerys asked once their laughter had died down.

He was like a dog with a bone.

"I am not sure, it should not be much longer. Then you can go to the pit." She answered him as she ran a hand through his hair.

"I thought we were saying goodbye to Harwin after the council."

"What?" *yn* could not hide her surprise as she turned to look at Jacaerys. "What are you talking about?"

"Mother told us he was leaving and that we had to say goodbye."

"Leave? To where?" Jacaerys' brow furrowed at her tone, noting the concern on her features.

"To Harrenhal."

*yn* felt like she might be sick, her brain racing at a million miles an hour as she tried to process the information provided to her by two young children.

"Did your mother say when he was leaving?" She could feel her voice wavering as she spoke, her eyes beginning to sting as she kept her gaze fixed on the grass below her.

The two children exchanged worried glances when they noticed the expression on her features.

"Mother said he was leaving tonight." Jacaerys answered her.

"Did Ser Harwin not tell you?" Lucerys piped up from her lap.

"No. No he did not."

"I thought you two were friends." He frowned, sitting up to study her when he saw the grief flit across her face.

"As did I."

*yn* did not think it possible to experience so many different emotions in such a short period of time.

She had gone through sadness, confusion, humiliation and betrayal all in the span of one afternoon.

Now she had settled on anger. Pure, unbridled rage that was directed at one person and one person only.

The last thing she wanted to do this evening was to traipse up through the castle to the princess's chambers. Yet that was exactly what she was doing. Having been summoned by her princess to discuss something 'urgent'.

All she wanted to do was to curl up in her bed and cry.

She squared her shoulders and painted a pleasant smile on her features as she opened the door. She could thank Rhaenyra for her learned ability to hide her true emotions.

Swirls of pink and orange light filtered in through the large windows, bathing Rhaenyra's room in a beautiful golden haze. Dusk had always been *yn*'s favourite time of the day in King's Landing.

Her body went rigid when her eyes fell on an unexpected figure standing at one of the windows on the far side of the room.

"What are you doing here?" Even she was surprised by the bitterness laced through her words as they left her mouth.

Harwin turned, clearly caught off guard by her presence as his lips parted in surprise. He composed himself quickly, his face expressionless as he studied her.

"The princess sent for me." His words were calm and soft. The complete opposite to hers.

She huffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest, sending him a glare before purposely turning her head to avoid his gaze. Some might call her petulant for this but she did not care in the slightest.

It also pained her to look at him.

"I take it you have heard the news?"

She could feel her anger begin to rise to the surface at his question.

"Yes, the princess's sons informed me." She kept her gaze fixed to the window opposite her.

"I am sorry."

"Are you sorry you did not tell me or sorry that I found out?" Her words were venomous as she finally turned to direct her rage at him.

"That was your plan, was it not? To scamper away to Harrenhal without a word."

He did not burr up as she pelted him with her anger. Instead his gaze only softened as he took a step towards her.

The dusk light filtering through illuminated his figure as he stood in front of the window. It made him look more ethereal than usual.

"I thought it would be easier this way."

"So you are a coward then." She snarled, her eyes glowering with anguish as she watched him step closer.

"In this situation, I am." He murmured.

His confession took her by surprise. She froze, her lips parted as she stared at him. However, it only quelled her rage momentarily before she was aiming her venom laced words at him once more.

"Why are you leaving?"

"My father has instructed me to return to Harrenhal and start my duties as heir. These rumours have left me no choice but to leave."

"Are they true?"

Harwin blinked at her in disbelief at her question. *yn* never thought that she would ever be brave enough to say those words aloud, but now with the prospect of never seeing the man she loved ever again, she felt oddly liberated.

"The rumours, are they true?" She pressed when she did not receive an answer.

For the first time in their interaction an expression that resembled anger flickered across Harwin's face.

"You really think that low of me?" His voice was low as he glared at her. "That I would go off and father three children with a married woman when my heart so clearly belongs to another?"

The brief sense of relief that she had felt was very quickly drowned out by his confession. His heart belonged to another. Of course it did.

"I jest about your insolence but I never expected such an insult from you."

His words brought her back to the present. Her eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, her fists clenched at her side.

"You dare speak of insolence to me? You care so little of our friendship that you were willing to leave, perhaps to never return again, without so much as a wave goodbye." She was aware there were hot tears streaming down her face now, but she found herself unable to care. He was leaving, she might as well bare all of her ugly parts to him now.

"I do hope you did not extend such little courtesy to the woman you profess to love. I shudder to think how she must feel right now."

Her words were designed to hurt. Perfectly crafted to pierce through his skin. It was safe to say that she was quite confused when his shoulders slumped in defeat and he let out a halfhearted chuckle at her words.

"From where I am standing right now, she seems to be understandably quite enraged."

His words left her speechless and frozen. Like a blanket stifling her anger as if they were flames.

"And although I usually find her anger very alluring, I am actually quite frightened this time." A sad smile that reached his eyes spread across his lips.

She watched as he took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them.

"You love me?" She breathed out.

He nodded in response as he came to a stop in front of her. Their height difference forced *yn* to tilt her head up to keep their eyes locked. Her anger had completely dissipated now, dissolving completely as his hand came up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"For as long as I can remember."

"Why have you never said anything?"

"I am not sure. Terrified of your rejection most likely. Scared of how my heart so entirely belongs to you." He mumbled as his eyes scanned every inch of her features.

"That is why I did not want to say goodbye. Because I was terrified that I would not be able to bring myself to leave if I saw you one last time."

*yn* felt her heart break as he glided the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip. She had so much she wanted to say, but she could not find the words to articulate her thoughts.

So instead she did what Rhaenyra would do. Take what she wanted with no apologies or embarrassment. With that thought in mind she reached up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck to guide his head down to meet hers.

She felt her stomach do flips as their lips met. Her fingers curled into his thick hair as his hands found her waist. Her head was spinning as the kiss deepened. A rumble emitted from Harwin's chest as her fingers entwined further into his hair and he dug his fingers into the flesh of her hips.

The pair only pulled apart when they could no longer breath, their chests rising and falling at a rapid pace as they stared at each other.

"It is quite extraordinary how quickly you reduce me to a quivering bundle of nerves, you know." He remarked, an amused smirk flashing on his lips.

"Ser Harwin Breakbones Strong a bundle of nerves? Impossible." She managed to stop herself from shaking under his touch, a smile on her lips as she spoke.

"My heart has always been yours too." She admitted quietly after a few moments passed. Harwin's brown eyes were filled with tears now too.

Both were aware of how bittersweet this moment was, finally confessing their love to one another just to be ripped apart for who knows how long. Perhaps forever.

The sound of footsteps approaching made the pair spring apart, only just detangling from each other when the door opened.

"Princess." They both spoke, bowing in unison as Rhaenyra appeared in the doorway.

Her hands were clasped firmly together in front of her as she came into the room. Her eyes flitted between them, silence stretching on as she took her time in studying them.

"*yn*, a word." As she spoke, her two sons came bounding in after her. They made a beeline for Harwin, both talking over the top of eachother to tell him about their afternoon in the dragon pit.

*yn* did not risk a glance at Harwin as she nodded to the princess and made her way over to her.

"We are leaving." There was no attempt at quieting her voice as she spoke. Loud enough that Harwin could hear every word over the boys animated shouts.

"To Dragonstone?"

Rhaenyra nodded. "We have been here for far too long, we should have left years ago. It is about time we escaped the whispers that keep us prisoner here."

She agreed with Rhaenyra. The castle had grown poisonous as Allicent's boys aged and Viserys withered. It was no place for Rhaenyra's boys to grow up, or for Rhaenyra to thrive.

"A good decision, princess. We will leave soon?"

"Tomorrow."

Rhaenyra glanced over her shoulder at Harwin, before turning to *yn*.

"You should bring him." *yn* could not mask her surprise at Rhaenyra's words, her head jerking around to look at Harwin.

"I am afraid I do not understand."

Her answer made Rhaenyra cock her head to one side as she studied her.

"Someone needs to train the boys. Besides, you will need the extra company, or else you will grow tired of me."

A smirk appeared on Rhaenyra's lips, her eyes dancing with amusement as she glanced over at Harwin once more.

"I think he will do a fine job of keeping you entertained."

Before *yn* could protest, Rhaenyra stepped around her and made a beeline for the boys chambers.

"Come boys, it is time for bed."

The boys knew better than to protest as they excitedly bid their goodbyes to Harwin and bounded after their mother.

*yn* stood rooted in place as she watched the three disappear from sight. The sound of their bedroom door shutting echoed in the cavernous room.

Harwin and *yn* were alone once more.

"Did you hear all of that?" *yn* murmured to him once she finally mustered the courage to turn to him.

"I will come with you. To Dragonstone." Her lips parted in surprise at his words.

"But you are the heir of Harrenhal Harwin." She answered as she watched him approach her.

"Fuck my inheritance." He stated as he closed the gap between them.

"I never wanted to be a Lord anyways. Or inherit a cursed castle. Larys can have it." He shrugged.

She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes shining as tears began to pool in the corners once more.

"I cannot ask you to give that up for me."

He smiled as he cupped her face in both of his gloved hands and bent down to place a tender kiss to her lips.

"Good thing I am not asking then."

I love that this man had like 4 lines and I've just given him an entire personality.... anyway hope you all loved it!!! Enjoy this hyper fixation for a while because I want to keep writing for him hehehe. As always, feedback would be super super appreciated and you can give it back HERE!

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