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nebulaafterdark · 1 year

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More Than Anyone Pt. 3

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

More plot than porn this time.

Part 1 | Part 2

It has been some months since the Driftmark debacle. Y/N is growing by the day, about halfway through her term. Aegon delights in holding her close, with her back to his chest. Stroking a gentle hand over her baby bump.

He hesitates for a moment before he speaks. “There is something I’ve been meaning to run past you.”

“Mmm.” Y/N is nearly asleep. Comfortable, happy and he is about to ruin it all.

Aegon breathes a sigh of relief, “it will keep till the morrow.”

“But now I am curious, you must tell me.” Y/N insists.

“My mother wants to organize a hunting party for Laenor’s seconds name day.” Aegon tells his wife. They had a similar celebration for their daughter��s second name day. Where their son, Laenor, had subsequently been born, in a tent with only Aegon’s help.

“This does not please you?” Y/N smirks, “I promise not to give birth this time.”

“She wishes us to name him our heir, during the procession.”

“Laenor is our thirdborn child.”

“He is our firstborn son.”

Y/N purses her lips, “the Iron Throne is Dahlia’s birthright.” She had come into the world first, followed quickly by Visera a few moments after.

“I am advised by the small council-”

“Alicent brought this matter before the small council?” Y/N’s cheeks begin to burn.

“In the interest of the realms, my dearest love. This would help strengthen the reign of house Targaryen.”

“My mother named me.” Y/N reminds him. “Not Jacaerys, Lucerys or Joffrey. Even at the births of the children she shares with Daemon, never did she spurn me.”

“And you will make a fine Queen.” Aegon tells her.

“Then why not our daughter? What makes you think she will be unfit to lead?”

“We are toying with centuries old tradition, a dangerous game, under which we all will be crushed if it falls. I have no taste for duty. I could not care less about a stupid chair made of swords or who sits it. What I give a damn about is you. Our children. Leaving behind a safe place for all of them to live, truly live. If Laenor wearing the crown is all it costs, how could I be opposed?”

“This is much bigger than that and you know it.” Y/N pushes away from him, gathering her dress.

“In what way?” Aegon demands, settling at the edge of the bed.

“Look at the scene in its entirety before deciding on which side you fall.” Y/N brushes past him.

“Tell me then, what do you see that I do not?” Aegon catches her hand.

“I see,” Y/N trails off, staring down at their joined fingers. The metal of her wedding band stares back, taunting her. “I see a better future. One we cannot hope to achieve while the present stands. I had hoped you might sculpt it with me, or at the very least, hold my fucking hand.” She pulls away.

Aegon sighs, “where are you going?”

Y/N laces up the bodice of her dress with little care. “I need a moment to think.”

“I do not wish you to leave angry.”

“I am not angry, Aegon.” Y/N murmurs. “I am hurt. There is a difference.”

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Y/N moves about the Red Keep restlessly. Only servants and guards walk the grounds so late.

“What has you wondering the castle at this hour, little bird?” Daemon. He is the only one ever to call her that.

“I am,” Y/N is lost for words. Or perhaps she is just, “lost.”

Daemon shifts against the pillar upon which he sits. “That is unlike you. Of all my children, I worry for you the least.”

“Aegon and I are at an impasse.”

“That is marriage for you.”

“We do not agree on a line of succession.”

“Mmm.” Daemon hums, “that is a tricky one. Good thing you are not required to name an heir just yet. Not until you inherit the throne and that will be a number of years. Long after I’m gone…and your mother.” The words are slow to pass his lips, as if they pain him.

“Alicent is pushing-”

“Push back.” Daemon replies, flippantly. “You are the daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen. Heir to the Iron Throne.”

“So instead of resolving this issue I should ignore it in favor of starting a separate issue with the Queen?” Y/N begins pacing in the corridor.

“Aegon may not rank high on the list of people I’d save first from a burning building; but he does adore you. Be firm, put your foot down and do not lift it. He will bend to your will in time, he has done so before.”

“I do not wish to manipulate him into doing my bidding.”

“You believe that Aegon has never manipulated you?”

Y/N wraps both arms around herself. Perhaps he has, would that change the way she feels about him? “I don’t believe he has.”

“Marrying you benefited him tremendously, it boosted his favor amongst the King and the value of his words in court. Perhaps he does love you, that is fine. But if he cannot stand against the snakes which whisper in his ear, then he is not the best match for you.”

“We could hardly annul the marriage now, we’ve children.”

“There are other ways.” Daemon smirks, “say the word and we could have you ready to remarry before the moon turns.”

Y/N isn’t sure what he’s implying but she knows no good will come of it. “That will not be necessary. Thank you for your wisdom, Daemon.”

“I will see you on the morrow, Princess. Chin up.”

Y/N loves her husband, different as he is. Aegon has his honor and she has hers. His heart is good, his intentions to grant their children peace are true. She can be patient as he learns that there is more than one way to provide that peace. She wonders for a moment if Aegon would find his way back to a pleasure house that night.

The Princess returns to her chambers, to the bed she has often forsaken in favor of his. Tossing and turning through the night until the sun peaks through her curtains. She dresses in a simple red gown, setting off to bid the children good morrow. Finding Aegon on the floor of their eldest daughter’s room.

Dahlia is still dreaming, back to her father. Y/N makes her way down to the floor, jostling Aegon’s outstretched arm. “Aegon,” she whispers, “Aegon.”

“Shh,” he quiets her, “lie with me.”

“What are you doing in here?” Y/N whispers, making herself comfortable on the rug.

“I could not find sleep, same as you.”

“Who said I could not find sleep?” Y/N says, indignantly. Allowing her husband to wrap her up in his embrace.

“You were here before the children woke and look every bit exhausted.” Aegon buries his nose in her hair.

Y/N traces patterns on the back of his hand.

“I do not wish to be at odds with you, I cannot bear it.”

Her heart seizes, “I need you, Aegon. I need you to stick up for me when others pour their honey in your ear. I need you to make decisions with me, not for me. I need you to stand at my side. Show the masses and our families that we are a united front, that we love each other.”

“I will do this for you.” Aegon vows.

“Thank you.” Y/N breathes a sigh of relief.

“Can you forgive me for being so short sighted?”

“Only if you can forgive me.”

“I could forgive you for anything. You are the love of my life.”

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“Prince Aegon is not in his chambers.” Talia informs the Queen.

“And we’ve checked the Princess Y/N’s apartments?” Alicent asks, fingers ticking nervously at her sides.

“Her rooms are also empty.” Ser Criston confirms.

“The children?” Surely they wouldn’t have taken off in the night. Y/N would’ve at least informed Rhaenyra. They wouldn’t dare be caught in the silk streets either.

“Princess Visera and Prince Laenor have been taken by their maids to break their fast with Prince Daemon and Princess Rhaenyra.”

“Where is Dahlia?” Alicent demands.

“The Princess did not open her doors, the maid is not to enter until she does, by Princess Y/N’s authority. Yvette believes she still sleeps.”

“No.” The Queen shakes her head. “That is not like Dahlia.” She sets off immediately to her granddaughter’s rooms.

“Your Grace,” Talia trails after her.

“I will send for you if I require further assistance,” Alicent dismisses her, “thank you, Talia.” She moves through the corridor faster than what is appropriate, flinging open the doors of Dahlia’s quarters and rushing inside.

The little girl is awake, she waves to her grandmother. Sandwiched between her mother and father in the four post bed, both their eyes closed.

Alicent waves back, perturbed and confused at the state of things, but that is not her granddaughter’s fault. “What has happened here, my dearest love?”

“Mama and Papa were sleeping on the floor.” The girl explains. “I asked if they wanted to sleep in my bed too. Maybe they had a night terror.”

“Perhaps.” Alicent reaches over Aegon’s shoulder to card her hair. “Do you want to get out of there?” The tangle of limbs.

“No,” the little girl admits. “I quite like it here. Just don’t tell Visera and Laenor, they will be jealous.”

“This will be our secret then.”

Dahlia blinks at her. “Can I tell you one more secret?”

“Of course.” Alicent smiles.

“My Papa said I’m going to be hair.”

“That’s silly, isn’t it.” Alicent replies, quietly.

“Like Mama is her Mama’s hair.”

Alicent hopes her face does not display an ounce of her dismay. This is not a jest, or words exchanged during a childhood game. Aegon told Dahlia she is to be heir. Heir to the Iron Throne.

Part 4

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newcaptainofsquad9 · 2 years

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My Sweet Girl~Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem! Velaryon! reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra x velaryon wife reader

Genre: Hurt and Comfort, Romance, Smut

Warnings: 18 + only ,smut, dirty talk, mommy kink, slight queen kink

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You’ve been distant from your wife, Rhaenyra ever since she was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, going back and forth from Driftmark to Kings Landing all while growing quiet at small council meetings. Rhaenyra decides to take matters into her own hands, flying you to Dragonstone with her to give of you the space you deserve while pleading with you to tell her what the issue is.

Writer’s note: This was going to be a short one shot but it got out of hand (as usual) but I hope ya’ll enjoy more Rhaenyra! There’s not enough fics of her on this site so, hope I could deliver. Please comment and tell me how I did! It would mean a lot, thank you.

The painted table of Dragonstone never ceased to astound you: Seven Kingdoms of Westeros perfectly accounted beautifully on a table, whether lit by the hyper orange plums of lava, or stark in the gloomy gray the island was known for. House Targaryen’s ancestral seat intrigued you. It wasn’t as grand as the stories you heard of old Valyria, yet it’s presence remained in it’s stony walls.

Just standing around the table Aegon the conqueror and his sister-wives cultivated radiated an ancient energy in the room, as if you could still feel them standing there, discussing their plans of overtaking Westeros.

It made you reflect of your own house, not as regarded as the Targaryens but still powerful; the Velaryon fleet was the greatest strength to the crown, something your father Corlys often raved about. Was that your strength? What made the Queen love you as much as she did to marry you and in turn caused so much chaos within the realm?

“If you wanted to stare at the painted table all day, you could have asked,” a voice said.

You hesitated. Rhaenyra’s voice was easygoing as it often was, yet you couldn’t help but feel shameful, leaving her in the dark for over a month, not confiding nor speaking with her except when it came to goodbye kisses and your occasional thoughts during council meetings. Rhaenyra was queen now. Her troubles within the realm were far more important than you, well, at least that’s what you believed until your lady wife coaxed you into going to Dragonstone with you. Syrax was always eager for rides, especially with her owner and the woman who made her rider the happiest--you. No chances of distractions on the Targaryen’s ancestral seat either: Rhaenyra’s children remained in Kings Landing and the guards you fared the journey too are outside, leaving you both alone to resolve whatever issue you had.

“My love, your mind is still in Kings Landing, maybe even at Driftmark,” Rhaenyra said. She stepped from the hallway and circled around the painted table, making it to your side. “I am here without distraction, not as Queen of the seven kingdoms but as your wife. What’s on your mind?”

Concern played at Rhaenyra’s face as she finally joined you at your side, slotting herself next to you while your eyes traced over the craved part of Dorne on the map.

“If I were ever a distraction to you or the governance of the kingdom, would you tell me?” you said. The grooves of the map felt bold in your fingers, tracing over it and your attention heavy on in instead of your wife. “If you wanted to make this marriage less restrictive, like you did with Laenor, would you?”

Rhaenyra’s hand found yours among the table, trapping the piece of Dorne thanks to both of your palms.

“You know I would, but the thought never crossed my mind,” she said. Her tone was low, yet sad, almost making you apologize then and there. “There is so restriction with you, my dear. Where is this coming from?”

Your attention remained drawn to the table. It was difficult being honest when your wife was this soft, tender and unfurled with brows up, you knew purple eyes smoldered deep to convey enough emotion to break you down. She had no clue of your emotions, it worried her to death, that was evident. Yet you couldn’t speak it. Your feelings shouldn’t get in the way; Rhaenyra was Queen, needed in Kings Landing not here trying to coax a whirlwind of insecurities out of you.

“Can you look at me, my love?” Rhaenyra said. She clasped her hand around yours, gave it a squeeze as she continued. “I need you here. Dorne is important, but not as important as what’s kept your mind occupied.”

You attempted to stray from her undivided attention on yourself; your eyes swept the map thrice over, but Rhaenyra tugged you until you were flush against her. Targaryen heat radiated from her, a feeling you knew too well.

“Please?” she whispered. She held your face, gently, finally guiding your attention on her soft, lilac eyes. “Whatever it is, I’ll stand steady and by your side as always but I need you to talk to me.”

Being fully immersed in the comfort and attention of your wife forced you to crumble instantly. Your hands slide up Rhaenyra’s body to play with the golden dragon lapels of her cloak, slightly rubbing against the curve of her breasts, something the Targaryen noticed then chuckled over.

“No distractions, remember, love?” she said. “At least until I hear your voice.”

“Fine,” you said. “Sometimes I wonder if I can offer more to you as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and as a Targaryen.”

Rhaenyra traced your cheeks with the pads of her thumb; she carefully trailed her hands down to your waist in order to hold you close.

“What do you mean, my dearest? You’ve offered so much to me,” Rhaenyra said.

“I know,” you whined. “But compared to your past loves: Harwin, and Daemon, even a different kind of love like Laenor. They were strong, powerful in a way like you, whether with a sword and shield or with dragon, they seemed most worthy of being at your side. While I--”

Rheanyra ceased the words from you, sealing them away with a kiss. A gasp bubbled its way through you before urging you to follow through to return the favor. Your wife’s arms wounded around you, tight enough to make you jump as her nails dug your skin through the fabric of your own cloak.

“I will not have any of that,” Rhaenyra whispered, nearly ghosting your lips with another kiss. “You may not have a dragon, that is true but you are still capable my sweet girl. Even still, you are of valyrian blood, dearest, I’m willing to try anything with you once Syrax lays another clutch of eggs.”

The way her lilac eyes shined showed you that she would hunt this idea to the ends of the realm for you. You didn’t want her to do that however, not for you. It felt as if you were still unworthy of her, her love or even the next clutch Syrax would or wouldn’t produce.

“Y/N,” Rhaenyra said. Her voice firm and low, mimicking how she sounded as Queen among-st her small council and subjects. “You’re still so far away. Do you not believe me?”

You tried to answer, words stuck again as if Rhaenyra kissed you once more but she remained motionless; the silence grew astronomical, granting you permission to actually take in the beauty of your wife. Her silver hair radiated a bit darker in the low, shallow atmosphere of Dragonstone, akin to ash--poetic for that of a Targaryen. Your eyes traced the outline of her face, deep cheekbones and--

“Well, are you going to answer or are you going to keep staring,” she said. Your wife spoke slow, deliberate and cocky with an arched brow up to her ashen locks. “It’s OK if you don’t want to tell me, I’d always like to show you. What do you think?”

There it was. The implication that hung between you both throughout the air of distant you’ve created. It’s been awhile since you’ve both been honest with each other, let alone get carried away by your intimacies. You wanted Rhaenya, always did. But did she truly want you as she did prior to her change in position. Would Queen Rhaenyra still love you as much as she did? Before the suitors and lords claiming to be a true husband for her.

“I need words, something, anything,” Rhaenyra grumbled. She tipped your head up with her fingers, forcing you to look her directly in the eye. “Did someone put these ridiculous notions in your mind? Who was it? I’ll have them fed to Syrax.”

Rhaenyra’s words stirred you. Instead of words, actions took over instead, you kissed Rhaenyra. Your wife kissed back immediately as her hands flew to cup your face, yours traveled to the dragon lapels of her cloak, sloppily unclasping them all. The cloak dropped to the smoky stone floor. In it’s place was a double breasted coat embellished with dragon-like scales; yours fingers moved to open that as well while your mouth continued to move against Rhaenyra’s.

“W-Wait, Y/N,” Rhaenyra whispered against your lips prior to pulling back. You froze at her voice, a bit jarred yet she laid a soft hand against your cheek for reassurance. “D-Don’t fret, I-I want you too. So bad, but I-I need you to be honest with me.”

There she was again. The Rhaenyra you loved, fell in love with: the tenderness that exuded from her that you enjoyed just as much as the fierceness that every Targaryen embodied. (That part you couldn’t help but be drawn too, her threatening to feed some to Syrax literally almost made you fuck her then and there.)

“I-I was clouded of those notions on my own,” you said, finally reclaiming your voice. “Some many lords and a few ladies claimed to be such a better match for you after you were crowned. It did make me feel inadequate. Just some Queen consort, lowly daughter of an overtly proud lord and not enough for Rhaenyra Targaryen. It’s a foolish thought yes, but it’s kept me up nights.”

Rhaenyra nodded through each and every word, lilac eyes never leaving you.

“My sweet girl, I-I’ve been foolish not to notice more than I did,” she whispered. “Tell me what to do. What should I do to fix this? Whatever you want.”

Whatever you wanted was simple enough. You answered before your mind could take over yet again.

“I want you, Rhaenyra,” you said. You rested your hands on her chest, caressing the dragon lapels that adorned her coat. “I-I need you. Make me forget these ridiculous notions. I want us to forget all of the time that’s been lost because of me.”

“And that also means you undressing me, yeah?” Rhaenyra said. She giggled before leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, jaw, then to the corner of your lips. “Can I undress you too? I need to make sure you understand that I love every. Inch. Of. You.”

With every word Rhaenyra pressed kisses down your neck. Her hands traveled too, squeezing your sides and then to your ass, doing the same, producing a moan from you.

“Rhaenyra, yes, I-I just need you. Right now.”

Rhaenyra kissed you again, harder and more sure than she did before. Her hands moved expertly against you to remove your own cloak; your wife didn’t care much for the fabric of your nightgown, ripping it just enough to expose your chest.

“I’m sorry, my love, there are plenty more gowns. I just need to feel you now,” she growled. “Come here.”

Your wife lifted you up, placing you on the painted table. Breath almost left you. The gesture forced your chest to flare, legs to squirm as they closed.

“Mmmh, no, no, my love,” Rhaenyra purred. She slotted hands between your legs. “Let me feel that, let get between. You must know by now that being between your legs is one of my favorite places to be.”

You scoffed as you allowed the Targaryen access.

“Does that even beat being on the back of Syrax? Ah!”

You arched up into Rhaenyra’s lips as they attacked your neck, growing rougher, teeth scrapping against your pulse point.

“Dearest, I love Syrax, but you? And these gorgeous legs?” Rhaenyra paused to groan and pressed against your center, pushing a knee there while gripping the middle of your right leg tight. “And this succulent cunt, I couldn’t trade it for a life time of dragon flying, my girl.”

The slight press of her knee sent a current to your pussy--a jerk of your hips amused Rhaenyra; she pressed a kiss on the underside jaw and slowly, agonizingly, lifted her knee from where you needed her most.

“N-Nyra,” you moaned. “P-Please.”

“Aww, baby, I hear you,” Rhaenyra cooed. “I need to take care of you, of this don’t I?”

Her fingers found the silt of your pussy, sliding a digit carefully there to gauge your reaction: a hiss passed through your opened mouth instantly. Rhaenyra kissed you once your mouth opened, tongues clashed in a mess of passion and heat that was produced from the both of you. Your yanked your wife closer, quickly unclasping and removing her coat, then nearly ripping her own dress.

You palmed her breast through the thin fabric; the queen gasped, catching her breath quick after with a giggle.

“Shit, look at them perking up just for you,” she said. “Lets just go on and free them, yeah?”

You nodded swiftly, eagerly and waiting with wet lips and a wetter pussy.

Rhaenyra bite her lip as she pulled down the top of her dress revealing her stunning body aligned with the stretch marks you often kissed and her wonderful breasts. Your hands cupped them both once they popped up. Shame burned your chest, yet soon withered while you tweaked at your wife’s nipples, along with the melodic sounds that poured from her.

“Gods, and I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” she groaned, fingers lost in your long, silver hair.

“Yes, but is it OK if I indulge a little, your grace?” you whispered, dipping your mouth down to her neck, chest, then ghosting across her left breast. Rhaenyra jolted. you didn’t know if it was from your matter of royal title or the sensation of your lips. “Do you like it when I call you, your grace?”

Rhaenyra pulled gently at your hair, nodding.

“Yes, but I think you can do better than that, yeah?” she suggested. “Try again, my love.”

Heat swelled through you yet again, however it wasn’t just lust and the Targaryen’s passion that consumed you; real shame bottled within you at that moment. The pet name you called Rhaenyra nearly fortnights ago slipped from your mouth when you were under her during a night of love making.

Rhaenyra caught your sheepishness with a tiny smile then brought your lips back to hers.

“Don’t be shy, it’s only me,” she whispered against your lips. “I love it when you call me that. Besides, it’ll get me close while I get you off and touch this amazing cunt of yours.”

With each word Rhaenyra’s fingers inched closer and closer; her hand slipped inside your underwear, touching then curling at your center.

“Nyra, shit! M-mommy!” you moaned.

Rhaenyra grinned, nipped your neck once, then twice while her fingers started a smooth rhythm. Heat built up, bubbling in your chest all the while your pussy stretched around Rhaenyra’s fingers--your walls squeezed her to perfection--forcing you to throw your head back and rock your hips to meet her movements.

“G-Gods, so tight and warm, all for mommy,” she purred, pressing a kiss to your ear. “Do you like it when I’m so deep like this? Mmmh, why were you so worried? You and this pussy are the only things I think about.”

You could only nod, clutching onto her arms, riding out the feeling only Rhaenyra could give you.

“No, dearest, I need you to say it,” Rhaenyra said. “Tell me. Tell me who’s pussy, who’s beauty makes the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms this mad? Who she loves plunging her fingers into? Hmm?”

Her fingers curled at the perfect spot; your back arched and eyes rolled at the excellent contact.

“N-Nyra! Fuck! I-It’s me! It’s my beauty! My pussy! G-Gods! Right there I-I’m close.”

Rhaenyra pressed her forehead to yours, lilac eyes bore to your own while her speed increased.

“Yeah? Then come for me. Come for your Queen. Come for me!” she all but growled.

The room grew hazy, adding to the already dull atmosphere of Dragonstone; the painted table below you rocked with your movements while the slick sounds and your moans stuffed the space.

You came soon after. Rhaenyra rewarded you with a deep kiss in order to soothe pulling her fingers from you.

“I got you,” she whispered. She took you down from the table as you held onto her with wobbly legs. “How do you feel, my love?”

“Better, so much better, thank you,” you said. “I-I loved how rough, yet tender you were.”

This seemed to boost the Queen’s ego to the skies of the Eyrie.

“Well, there will be more in store for you, sweet girl. Now let me get you away from this table and somewhere comfortable,” Rhaenyra suggested as she led you away from the painted table.

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baddestbittyontheblock · 8 months

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#hotd #hotd imagines #hotd smut #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #rhaenyra #rhaenyra x reader #fic recs

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thesithdiaries · 2 years

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Unthinkable Fate (Rhaenyra Targaryen imagine)

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x female!reader

Requested: Yes

Warning: petty fights, its enemies to lovers and y'all know my inspo is kanthony from bridgerton, angst, arranged marriage, incest right?, typical warnings for anything westeros, spoilers for episode 4 and maybe 5 (even though its not out yet as i write this) of house of the dragon

“You will wed Lady Y/N Velaryon, and you will do so without protest.”

“The daughter of the Sea Snake. So I can be a remedy for your political headache.”

“You are my political headache!” Viserys exclaimed.

After leaving her father, Rhaenyra felt as if life was sucked out of her. A marriage to Y/N. She could endure being wed to any lord in the Realm if it meant she would still be heir. But being wed to her? How was she going to survive?

The Velaryon’s were always at the Keep, after all, they were family. Rhaenyra and Y/N were the same age. Over the course of their childhood, they had some minimal fights that were always resolved minutes later. Even if they did not agree with most things, they always gravitated to each other. Now? Not so much.

She remembers it clearly. Six years ago, the entire family was at the dragonpit, visiting the dragons. Since Alicent was also present, due to Rhaenyra’s insistence, Y/N wandered off by herself. She could hear hushed laughs behind her. Y/N saw them looking at her while whispering, which set her off completely. It all ended in blows. The adults were bewildered, they truly did not know what to do or say. Corlys rushed his daughter away, demanding to know what caused it. After Y/N explained, he did not understand much, but knew that those fights were common with girls her age. The issue was not forgotten by them. Viserys and Rhaenys discussed what to do, and the best solution was to keep them separated. And it has been that way ever since.

At High Tide, Y/N was beside herself. Her father had just told her the news: she was betrothed to be married. Once Corlys left her bedchamber, Y/N sat down to sob. There had not been conversations of marriage at all in the castle, at least for her. Her parents decided to not push the subject, knowing it would cause a fight and Y/N possibly leaving Driftmark for good.

This is her fault. We are in this mess because of her.

The following days, both families met to discuss the “royal wedding”, as Viserys liked to call it. Y/N was nowhere to be seen. Rhaenyra was looking for her.

She found her eventually, sitting on a rock at the beach. “There you are. I have been looking all over for you.” Rhaenyra was panting, it was a long walk. “Have you decided what decor you want… for our wedding?”

Y/N looked at her with a mixed expression of disgust and annoyance. “Do it yourself. We are in this situation because of you.”

Rhaenyra was taken aback. “What?”

“We are being forced into this marriage because you decided to have fun and do questionable things. Do not get me wrong, having fun is important, but actions always have consequences. And here they are.” Y/N ranted, standing up and getting in her face. “Oh, and do not think I have forgotten about what you did at the dragonpit. Do not talk to me unless it is necessary, dear wife.”

Rhaenyra was speechless. Yes, they did not like each other, that was clear. But it had been years since that incident. She thought that Y/N would have put that behind her. It was now clear that the marriage would be hell.

Rhaenyra and Y/N moved together to Dragonstone, along with Syrax and Jarax who surprisingly got along quite well. It was a sight to see, dragonkeepers were surprised to find them laying together at first, a shocking sight, especially since their riders could not stand each other.

Rhaenyra and Y/N had separate bedchambers. It was clear that they could not be in the same space for a long period of time. For meals, they ate at the same table, but far from each other. They did not see each other much during the day, but when they did, it was a fight.

There were bakers in Dragonstone per Rhaenyra’s request. This meant they had delicious cakes and sweets available every day.

Y/N walked to the dining room, finding many cakes. As she looked through the table to see what to try first, she spotted lemon cakes… without any lemons on top.

“Rhaenyra,” Y/N huffed out, grabbing the tray of lemon cakes and marching towards Rhaenyra's bedchamber.

Her wife sat on the floor, many books opened and others discarded, making a mess. Her face turned into a scowl when she saw Y/N walk in, without knocking. “What do you want?”

“You are insufferable, I hope you know that,” Y/N stated, throwing the tray without care on top of her lap. “Eat the entire cake, not just the lemons. If you wanted a lemon slice, go ask for one. If you pull this stupidity again, the bakers will be dragon food.”

Rhaenyra was speechless at this outburst but deep down, not really surprised. After Y/N left huffing, she laughed. Making her mad was easy.

Rhaenyra loved having fresh flowers around the castle. The space feels full of life.

In one particular area, there was a table with many trinkets. Rhaenyra placed a vase of beautiful roses, brought from Highgarden. It looked lovely. Please with her new addition, she left to find a book in the library.

However, when she returned, the vase was not there anymore. “Y/N,” Rhaenyra grumbled. The vase was now on a table in the middle of the sitting area. It did look beautiful but that was not where it should be. Rhaenyra moved it back to its original place.

The silent fight went on for hours, whenever they came out and saw the vase, they moved it where they wanted it to be. Rhaenyra had enough.

She barged into Y/N’s bedchamber, holding the roses. Rhaenyra lifted the vase so Y/N could see it. “Hope you had a nice look, because I am throwing them out. I will not be getting any more flowers thanks to you not keeping your hands to yourself.”

When she left, Y/N smiled, feeling relaxed. She did like making Rhaenyra mad, as payback for the lemon cakes.

At last, everything changed.

Y/N was on her way to get Jarax, so they could fly along the coast of Dragonstone together. She loved the way the breeze felt against her skin. The stuffy castle was driving her mad. She prefers to be outside, enjoying nature. Rhaenyra was at one of the balconies, looking at her from a distance. It has been a long four months, full of constant petty fights. In that time, they had also received letters from the family, asking how things were and telling them what was happening back home.

Jarax layed on the edge of a small cliff, looking rather discontent. Maybe he needed this as well. “Hello, handsome boy. I missed you.” He let out a soft grunt, before nudging his head towards her. Y/N caressed his cheek. “Ready for a little fun?” When she got on his back, he extended his wings to take off but she felt him flinch, hard. Y/N held onto his back as tight as she could but to no avail. He gave a hard turn, taking Y/N by surprise and making her slip off.

Rhaenyra shot up from her seat when she saw Y/N plummeting into the water. She ran through the castle, screaming to the servants and the knights of what had happened. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, tears already falling out of her eyes.

Time seemed to stop in Dragonstone. As Rhaenyra was almost reaching the beach, she saw knights going into the water. Y/N was not far from the shore. Fortunately, the distance of the fall was not too far either.

A knight named Gregory carried Y/N onto the sand. She gripping his shoulder, clearly still in shock. She coughed loudly, probably feeling uncomfortable from having swallowed too much water.

“Y/N!” Rhaenyra cried, almost throwing herself on top of her. She wanted to ask so many things at once but the words would not come out. She was a nervous wreck, touching Y/N everywhere, trying to find an injury.

“Princess, it is alright,” her maid Annora said, while placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Rhaenyra practically pulled wife onto her lap, rubbing her back softly, while Y/N tried to catch her breath. “We will get the Maester.”

They do not know how long they sat at the beach. The couple felt like it was hours but in reality, only minutes went by. Gregory carried Y/N back to her bedchamber, where the Maester Gerardys was waiting.

As he got to work, Rhaenyra stood in the corner, motionless. The anxiety was too much for her at the moment. Yet she would not dare to open her mouth. Y/N came first, always.

“Excuse me, Princess,” a knight called out, snapping her out of her trance. “The dragonkeeper would like to speak with you.”

Rhaenyra nodded, leaving the room immediately. The man was standing farther from the door, for privacy. “Speak.”

“We examined Jarax. It appears his wing had been injured. He had not complained about it, therefore we do not know if it was a recent injury. It is possible he tried to ignore the pain, for the sake of going for a ride with Lady Y/N.”

Rhaenyra pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to get herself together. “Where is he now?”

“Laying with Syrax, she did not want to leave his side,” the keeper confessed. Rhaenyra nodded and told him he was dismissed.

Rhaenyra went back to the bedchamber after the Maester left. Y/N was in her nightshift, wrapped in furs. “Hello.”

Y/N smiled softly. “You came.” She said, feeling a little surprised.

“Of course I was,” Rhaenyra said, sitting next to her on the bed. “I was not leaving you here by yourself. You are my wife, after all.”

Their hearts fluttered at that. Hearing her say those words was strange but it felt right. After many years of fights and constant bickering, that hate progressed into love and admiration. Quite possibly, all those fights they had since arriving at Dragonstone felt like they were not fighting at all, just mere teasing each other.

“You really scared me today,” Rhaenyra whispered, picking at invisible fuss on the fur. “I thought I lost you.”

“I am alright, it was just a scare. Nothing to worry about,” Y/N assured her. “I am lucky my father showed me what to do if I fell in water, otherwise it would be very different.” After a pause, she asked, “did they say what happened to Jarax?”

“His wing was injured,” Rhaenyra informed her, causing her to gasp. “It was minor but apparently painful. I think he got it while playing with Syrax.”

Y/N giggled. “Seems like something that would happen to him.”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Y/N had stood up, despite Rhaenyra's inaudible protests. She watched as Y/N walked around her chamber holding a small chest in her hand.

“Here, this is for you,” Y/N beamed, happily pushing the chest onto Rhaenyra's hands.

Somewhat unsure, she opened it. It was two beautiful gold rings with red stones. “Where did you get this? They're lovely.”

“Remember that day I left after our stupid fight? I went to Dorne… Found these as I walked around the city.”

Rhaenyra did not say anything, yet she slid one ring on her own finger and grabbed Y/N’s hand, doing the same for her.

Y/N grabbed her hands, softly pulling her up from the bed. “Tell me what is troubling you.”

With shame, Rhaenyra lowered her head. “Since we arrived to Dragonstone, I have been thinking about our fight when we were younger… I was a fool. Alicent was talking about your dress, saying some idiotic thing I do not even remember anymore. I was so immature at that time, but if it was now, I’d have her head on a spike for speaking about you that way.”

“Rhaenyra, I-” Y/N tried to speak but fell quiet when she felt her wife caressing her cheek.

“I love you, Y/N,” she confessed, finally feeling as if weight was lifted from her shoulders. “I always have. I guess that spending all these years fighting made me love you even more.”

“I am glad you finally admit it. I thought you never would,” Y/N replied cheekily, making Rhaenyra roll her eyes. “I love you as well. I am sorry for taking this long to actually say it.”

They looked into each other’s eyes and it was clear, they were both nervous. Feeling brave, Rhaenyra traced her jaw with her fingers and felt Y/N leaning towards her touch. Their lips finally pressed together, they felt soft. Rhaenyra's heart pounding in her chest, she had wanted to be with her wife for so long.

It was their second kiss, the first one they shared was at their wedding. It was passive at first, they did not want to make each other uncomfortable. As they pulled apart, Y/N asked “are you alright?” It was not answered with words, but with another kiss. Not as shy as the previous one, hands already moving all over her body. Rhaenyra finally feeling sure of what to do.

There was anticipation in Y/N’s eyes as Rhaenyra carefully laid her down on the bed, laying on top of her. She needed her, they needed each other. Their bodies touched, sending shocks through them.

Y/N kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together. She had imagined this so many times, but nothing came close to what she was experiencing in that moment. Y/N slowly started to pull down Rhaenyra’s shift, the need of feeling her skin was overwhelming.

Rhaenyra ran a hand up her leg, enjoying the feeling of her body twitching. She hicked them up, making Y/N wrap them around her waist. As she trailed her hand higher up on Y/N’s thigh, she let out a soft moan. Rhaenyra reveled in it. She loved to know exactly how she was making her feel.

The lust and need for each other grew with each second, they could not stand it any longer. Rhaenyra tore off both nightshifts, feeling impatient. She was hungry for her wife. Y/N’s heart raced as she took in the sight of her. Her eyes were dark as she tried to memorize Rhaenyra's body.

They kissed again. Y/N held onto Rhaenyra's hands as she felt her kisses going from her cheek, to her jaw, and to her neck. Y/N moaned and shuddered as Rhaenyra softly rocked her hips into her.

They spent that night together, making promises, whispering promises and professing their love for each other.

#hotd imagine #got imagine #house of the dragon imagine #rhaenyra targaryen imagine #rhaenyra targaryen x reader

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nyrasproblm · 4 months

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Two Princesses - Chapter Four: Reunions.

Word Count: 5,1K

Warning: Swearing, mention of injuries, arranged marriage, canon divergence.

130 A.C

Ariella sighed and rubbed one of her hands over her face, she could see Jacaerys shrug his shoulders in embarrassment and quickly looked at him with a comforting expression.

"Let's try, I'll repeat the sentence again, very slowly, and you tell me the translation, okay?" She looked at him, seeing him nod. "Se dāritys se zȳhon sisters sailed lēda iā rōva azantyr, Se pōnta landed rȳ se relgos hen Zōbriēdar torrent."

Jacaerys managed to repeat the first sentence, but got the second one wrong.

"In the Blackwater Torrent." he said proudly.

"At the mouth of the Blackwater Torrent." Rhaenyra's voice emerged from within the room, she had just descended the stairs that led to the painted table.

"At the mouth!" Jacaerys realized his mistake and rubbed his hands over his face.

"It's a complicated language, Jace, it took me a while to learn it too, don't worry." Ariella rubbed his back affectionately. Rhaenyra approached them rubbing her pregnant belly.

"But I'm going to be king, how can a king not know his own ancestral language?" he sighs.

"I haven't even been crowned yet, Jace, and after I am you'll have plenty of time to learn, unless you intend to dethrone your own mother." Rhaenyra jokes.

"I think the class is enough for today, thank you maester." Ariella addressed the man who bowed gently and withdrew, leaving the family with just one maid playing with Rhaenyra's youngest children on the floor.

Jacaerys soon approached his brothers and started talking to the little ones, then he, the children and the maid left the room, leaving Rhaenyra and Ariella alone.

The youngest approached Rhaenyra and placed a hand on her bulging belly. Rhaenyra placed her hand over hers.

"What do you think it will be?" she asked.

"I think it will be another boy, as always." Ariella said, earning a laugh from her older sister.

"I wanted a girl, a little princess, like us." she smiled and felt Ariella moving her hand away.

"Just like us, huh? I hope she's more graceful than us." the youngest joked as she walked away and approached the large fireplace.

"We are graceful. You are more than me." Rhaenyra approached her.

"Me? Don't be buffoonish, sister." she giggled.

"If it's a girl, I'll name her after the conqueror queen."

"Visenya?”

"Yes, Visenya. It's a great name." Rhaenyra finished speaking in time to see Daemon descend the stairs and approach them.

Ariella didn't turn to look at him but she saw from the corner of her eye that her uncle had a letter in his hands. He handed the letter to Rhaenyra, who read it quickly and sighed. The youngest noticed the atmosphere that was taking place in the room and turned to the couple.

"I'm going to say goodbye, sister, uncle." she said but before she could walk Rhaenyra's voice interrupted her.

"Stay. Look at this."

She handed the letter to her sister, who took it and read it quickly. Her cousin Baela was warning them that Lord Corlys' brother, Vaemond, wanted to claim the title of Lord of the Tides. Lord Corlys was seriously injured during one of his sails and it was unknown whether he would return to rule Driftmark.

"Questioning an already established heritage, he's bold, isn't he?" Ariella looked at the couple.

"Not only is he questioning Luke's heritage, in doing so he is questioning Jace's and mine by extension." Rhaenyra sighed.

"Will you appear in court?"

"We will, all of us. He can't question our succession like that."

"All of us? What do you mean by that? Dragonstone can't be without anyone to rule." Ariella glared at her.

"We have maesters and advisors for this, this matter is urgent." Rhaenyra spoke firmly.

"I am not going. You and Daemon can resolve this issue, I give you all my emotional support." she smiled weakly before starting to walk towards the stairs to leave the room.

"By order of your princess regent you go and this is no longer discussed, Ariella." she heard Rhaenyra's voice trembling a little.

Ariella stopped in place and turned to face her, Daemon remained looking at the fire.

"By order of the princess regent?" she asked.

"I have no other option if you refuse to support your family." Rhaenyra began rubbing her belly again.

Ariella turned and left the room.

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They arrived in King's Landing two days later, in just one carriage. Rhaenyra, Ariella, two maids, Rhaena and Rhaenyra's young children were the only ones to go overland.

They exited the carriage after Rhaenyra was announced, only to see an empty courtyard save for the knight who announced them. Ariella looked up and saw large seven-pointed stars adorning the Keep. She scoffed softly.

Entering the large Keep, the children separated from them and Daemon joined them. The trio continued walking through the large building, only to continue seeing the seven-pointed stars everywhere.

"I'd say it's good to be home, but I can barely recognize this place." Rhaenyra spoke.

They walked and entered the royal chambers, seeing even more stars there. Rhaenyra looked around before looking at Ariella with a look that the younger girl matched.

Ariella was the first to walk to the king's bed, seeing almost all the curtains around her closed.

"Who's there?" his weakened voice spoke.

"It's me, my king, Ariella. Rhaenyra and Daemon are with me." she responded, sitting on the side of the bed, holding one of his hands.

"Rhaenyra..." the king began to mutter baselessly.

The younger girl turned to look at her sister and stood up, making room for Rhaenyra to take her place.

"I'm here, father." Rhaenyra spoke softly. "Rhaenyra."

"Rhaenyra... my only daughter." he spoke hoarsely.

Ariella felt a shiver run down her neck and swallowed hard, seeing Daemon and Rhaenyra's eyes turn to her. She ran her hands up the skirt of her dress and lowered her face.

Rhaenyra and Daemon talked with him for a while, then Rhaenyra introduced the youngest children she had with Daemon to the king. Ariella had retreated to one of the corner chairs and remained sitting there throughout the conversation, messing with the fabric of the dress's skirts.

They remained in the room, but away from the bed of the king, who had drunk another dose of milk of poppy for the pain. Ariella and Rhaenyra remained standing, with the youngest looking at the miniature citizens that her father had made in the middle of the room.

The door suddenly opened and the Queen entered.

"Princess Rhaenyra, Prince Daemon." she said looking at the couple, only then did she turn to Ariella, looking directly at the scar on the youngest's forearm. "Princess Ariella. How long have we not enjoyed your presence."

Ariella held her hands together, hiding the scar, before Rhaenyra responded to Alicent.

"Indeed, Your Grace."

"But it seems we weren't worthy of a proper welcome as no one came to welcome us." Daemon spoke.

"We shouldn't complain, I'm sure the queen was very busy. What do you or I know about ruling a kingdom, my love?" Rhaenyra replied with a hint of cynicism in her voice.

"I don't rule, as you well know. My father and I only administer the king's wishes." the queen replied coldly.

"And how does my brother express these desires, exactly? Blinking his eyes tremblingly?" the rogue prince replied scornfully.

"The king suffers a lot from pain, on the advice of the maesters-" Alicent tried to respond.

"Ah, the maitres, are they the ones who give my father so much poppy milk? I doubt he can remember his name now." Rhaenyra spat.

"If you saw him without the milk, you would understand." the queen replied.

"Tell me, Alicent, were it also the maesters who ordered all Targaryen crests to be removed and replaced with the stars of your gods?" Daemon asked.

"The stars serve to guide us along an uncertain path in accordance with the superior deities." Alicent replied coldly.

"And what higher authority will judge my son's right to inheritance tomorrow?" Rhaenyra asked.

"It will be me, and my father, the Hand. But don't worry, my father is fair and will advise me to forget all the insults you have hurled into this room today." she replied.

Ariella remained silent throughout the discussion. It was like a big dog fight, she had no space there.

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For the remainder of the day she decided to remain in the chambers assigned to her. After having dinner alone, Ariella was sitting in one of the chairs in the room while one of the maids was combing her hair, when a knock sounded on the door. One of the guards entered the room and the princess looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"The queen, princess." he spoke quickly.

Ariella frowned but allowed Alicent to enter, dismissing the maid and the guard. Just like her, the queen was already wearing her night clothes and a large robe on top.

She rose to bow to Alicent, who dismissed the act with her hands.

"You know that's not necessary, stepdaughter." she smiled weakly.

"I'm wondering why I have the honor of welcoming the queen into my chambers." Ariella spoke as she sat down again, facing the fireplace.

"I was worried, I admit." Alicent began.

Ariella couldn't help but scoff softly.

"And what is the reason for your concern, Your Grace?"

"You hadn't said anything since you arrived in King's Landing, at least not in front of me. And you didn't have dinner with the rest of the family either, I was hoping you would show up." the queen walked to the empty chair next to the princess.

"I prefer to be alone during my meals, your majesty." the girl replied without looking at her.

"Couldn't you make an exception for your family during your stay in King's Landing?" Alicent smiled a little at her.

Ariella looked at her with a playful expression.

"Are you serious now?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I didn't understand your question, my dear." Alicent straightened in her chair.

"Do I look like a jester to you, Queen? Do you look at me and want to laugh and mock?" the youngest asked firmly.

"Stepdaughter, I don't understand-"

"You persecute my sister since you two stopped being friends, you persecute my nephews since they were born. You corrupt your children's minds by telling them that my nephews should be mocked." Ariella paused and looked at her left forearm. "You mutilated me in an attempt to mutilate my nephew, a child."

"Ariella..."

"I thought you were my friend, but all you wanted was to poison my mind against my sister, my only sister." the youngest girl got up from her chair.

"Your only sister? Tell me then, are not my children your brothers equally? Isn't Helaena your sister?" the queen asked, also getting up.

"I know very well what you and your children think about bastardy, Alicent. You have already made your opinions very clear."

"You were the only friend I had after I became queen. No one else wanted to come close to me but you were there, by my side." Alicent approached her. "Come home, I still need you by my side, your brothers notice your absence."

"My home is Dragonstone with my family." Ariella replied coldly.

"And aren't we your family too? Aren’t your father, your half-brothers and I your family?”

"Your court is not my family, I don't like receiving looks of disgust and pity every time I decide to leave my quarters." the youngest walked away to sit on the bed.

Alicent sighed and ran her hands over her face.

"So I hope we can spend some time together during your stay here at least?” the queen asked.

"If the queen so wishes."

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The next morning, as her maid helped her get ready, Ariella intended to break her fast wit Rhaenyra and the rest of her family, but was informed that the queen wanted her presence during her own breakfast.

She sighed as she entered the large dining room, seeing Alicent, her children, and the Hand sitting at the table. She swallowed hard.

"Your grace."

She glanced at her half-siblings, seeing Helaena distracted by a wooden toy, Aegon with his head in his hands and Aemond, who was staring at her with his one eye.

Alicent got up to hug her, Ariella tensed when she felt her stepmother's arms around her.

"Come, dear, sit down." the queen said.

Ariella sat on Alicent's left side, facing her brothers. Otto was sitting on the queen's right side.

The servants served her and she thanked them with a smile, she began to eat in silence but stopped the fork on her way to her mouth when she heard Aegon's voice, very different from when she remembered.

"Elder sister, I'm surprised by your presence here." he spoke scornfully.

"I wouldn't deny an invitation from the queen." Ariella replied and went back to eating.

"No, I don't think so." he replied, leaning back in his chair and drinking a glass of wine.

Her younger brothers had changed during her years at Dragonstone. Aegon had grown but was shorter than Aemond by a few inches, his hair was chin length and he smelled of wine. Helaena remained the same princess as always, with the top half of her hair braided and the rest loose, her angelic face and the same mysterious features as always. Ariella learned through letters that she and Aegon had married and had a set of twins.

She hadn't had the chance to meet her nephews yet, but she already knew their names, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Ariella also learned about their youngest son, Maelor, who was a few years younger than his brothers.

She then looked away to Aemond, who was fiddling with his fork absently. He had grown a lot, he was taller than Aegon, his hair was a little below his shoulders and he kept it tied up, on the left side of his face he had a large scar, which he covered with a black eye patch.

Ariella didn't spend much time looking at her brothers and went back to eating, stopping again when Alicent started to speak.

"Helaena, you could introduce your children to your sister later, right? I'm sure Ariella will be delighted with her nephews."

She received silence in return. Helaena continued playing with the small wooden toy.

"Helaena." the queen called.

"It's okay, you can introduce me to the children yourself, Your Majesty, if that's not a bother." Ariella turned her sister's attention to herself.

"That's a great suggestion, dear." Alicent replied.

She heard a buzzing noise coming from Aemond and turned to look at him.

"We haven't seen each other for so many years, sister. Tell me, are you still without a dragon?" he asked.

She felt Alicent tense up beside her.

"Aemond, this is not a matter that concerns-" the queen spoke.

"Yes, I still don't have a dragon. It would take a lot of effort ride one, anyway." Ariella replied, looking at her younger half-brother.

"Maybe you don't have enough." he replied.

"What?" she asked

"Maybe the amount of Dragon blood in your veins isn't enough to connect with a dragon, sister." he spoke, staring.

Otto coughed and Aegon let out a mocking laugh.

"I could say the same about you, brother. The Hightowers aren't Valyrian, are they?" She turned to face Alicent and Otto.

"No, they're not, princess." Otto answered her.

"Well, then it seems to me that that's not the problem, brother. I just don't feel like riding one, but I could. Our father hasn’t ridden since he was young either.” Ariella looked at Aemond again.

"You're absolutely right, sister. You and him are much alike, I see." he replied.

Ariella went back to eating and remained silent until the end of the meal.

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Alicent took Ariella to Helaena's children, the princess spent some time with them and loved the little ones, Helaena remained doing embroidery in the same room. After a while they walked to the Iron Throne hall, where the petitions would be heard.

She walked with them but separated to stand beside Rhaenyra and Daemon. She approached and linked her arm with Jacaerys, seeing her nephew smile at her.

"Where were you, aunt? He didn’t break his fast with us.”

"The queen called me to break the fast with her and her children, oh, I met Helaena's children, they are very cute, you need to see them." she said excitedly.

Jacaerys's expression soured when the queen and her children were mentioned, but he disguised it, he put his hand on his aunt's hand, who was holding his arm.

Ariella looked across the room and saw the Velaryons, including Rhaenys and Baela. She smiled at them and was reciprocated.

The petitions began and with each disguised insult Vaemond threw, Jacaerys tensed beside her. Then it was Rhaenyra's turn to speak on behalf, Lucerys, who had approached Ariella and was holding her left hand.

"If I must grace this farce with any statement, I must remind you that nearly twenty years ago in this very hall-" Rhaenyra's speech was cut off as the great doors opened.

Everyone turned to look and Ariella gasped, her father, King Viserys, was standing leaning on his cane at the entrance to the hall.

"King Viserys of House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, Two Rhoynar, and the First Men. Lord of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm." one of the guards announced.

Rhaenyra moved to the side again, Ariella moving closer to whisper in her ear.

"What is he doing here?"

"I asked for help." the crown princess spoke in a low tone.

The king began to walk limping towards the throne, as he passed towards his daughters, he stopped and faced Rhaenyra, then directed his gaze to Ariella, who swallowed hard as she looked at him.

The king started walking again but stopped again, due to the pain. Rhaenyra turned to whisper to her younger sister.

"I reminded him yesterday."

"Remember what?"

"You. I reminded him of you."

The king continued limping towards the throne but stopped to speak to Otto Hightower, his Hand.

"I will sit on my throne today."

"Your Grace." the Hand replied.

The King sat on the throne, threw himself down, in fact, and began to speak in a weak, hoarse voice.

"I hate to admit my confusion, I don't understand why petitions are being heard about an already established succession." he stopped. "The only person who can give us clearer insight into Lord Corlys' wishes is Princess Rhaenys."

The aforementioned princess stood in front, in the middle of the room and began to speak.

"Indeed, Your Grace. Lord Corlys' decision has not changed, nor has my support for him. I have been informed by Princess Rhaenyra of her desire to marry Jacaerys and Lucerys to Lord Corlys' granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal with which I enthusiastically agree."

Ariella smiled at her nephews, happy that they were marrying girls they liked.

"Great then, this question is closed. I once again reaffirm Lucerys Velaryon as the successor to Lord Corlys, the next Lord of the Tides. I also reaffirm Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen as heir to the Iron Throne and her son, Jacaerys, as her successor." the king spoke.

Princess Rhaenys stepped away again to hold Baela's hand. Vaemond Velaryon stood in the middle of the room and began to speak loudly.

"This is ridiculous! You break laws and centuries of tradition to name your daughter heir, and now you want to tell me how things will work in my House?" he started. "My house has survived the Doom and other tribulations for centuries, you will not tell me how to rule my house!"

Viserys leaned forward before speaking.

"What you just said is treason, Lord Vaemond."

"These are not real Velaryon." He pointed towards the boys, they shook Ariella's hands tightly. "I could cut my arm and show the blood and they still wouldn't understand."

The king sighed and Vaemond continued with the accusations.

"Her children are bastards!" he looked in their direction. "And she is a whore."

"Your tongue will be cut out for this." Viserys took the dagger from his belt.

Everyone was startled when Daemon drew Dark Sister and severed the top half of Vaemond's head, leaving the tongue intact.

"He can keep his tongue." he said.

"Disarm him!" Otto shouted.

"It is not necessary." he sheathed his sword again.

Ariella looked at the mutilated body on the floor and looked away. King Viserys collapsed on the throne and began to moan in pain, Alicent ran towards him and begged him to take something for the pain.

"I don’t want to… cloud my thoughts.”

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King Viserys ordered that a dinner be organized and the entire family must attend. Ariella was getting out of the shower when one of the maids appeared in her room, she was carrying a dress. A green dress.

"The queen has requested that you wear this dress during dinner, princess." the maid said.

Ariella thanked her and the maid left. She approached the dress and sighed, then turned to her own maid.

"Set aside one of my dresses and keep this one.”

"But the queen..."

"Do as I ask, please.”

The maid obeyed and Ariella wore one of her already owned dresses: black with details in gold and red.

She walked to the large banquet hall and entered, seeing almost her entire family there, with the exception of her father.

She glanced around the table and saw that the only available seat was next to Aemond, who sat at the head of the table, the chair next to him empty.

She sighed and walked over, sitting down in silence. When Alicent laid eyes on her her face closed momentarily.

"You are very pretty. Didn't you want to wear the dress I gave you?"

"I appreciate your generosity, Your Grace. The dress is too much for a family dinner, I will wear it another time." she smiled.

Alicent smiled quickly and turned her attention to her children.

Ariella poured herself some wine and began to drink slowly, looking around the table again. Otto was sitting next to her, with Alicent at his side, the seat next to Alicent was empty, for the king. Rhaenyra and Daemon were sitting after the empty seat, Rhaena and Lucerys were sitting at the other end of the table. Baela and Jacaerys sat facing Rhaenyra and Daemon. Aegon sitting next to Jacaerys with Helaena next to him.

She continued drinking the wine when Aemond began speaking to her, in a low tone.

"You look like a Targaryen princess now, sister."

"It's because I am one." she replied without looking at him.

Aemond let out a low laugh and drank wine from his glass before speaking again.

"You weren't this bold when I was a child, sister. After you became a widow, you became bitter?"

Ariella held her own glass tightly before answering.

"You became bitter after your eye was gouged out, didn't you? Everything changes."she looked at him.

Aemond tenses his jaw and she smiled gracefully, resting her hand on his forearm.

"I'm joking, little brother, you know."

Rhaenyra watched the interaction from afar, her lips pursed in disgust.

They didn't have time to say anything else as the King was announced and everyone stood up. Viserys was placed in the empty chair next to Alicent and everyone remained silent, sitting down again.

"It is a joy for this old man to see the whole family together. All these faces, the faces I love most in the whole world." He removes the gold mask that covered the right half of his face, showing the empty eyeball, as well as the right cheek that was devoid of flesh. "My own face no longer carries beauty, if I ever did. But I want you to see me tonight as I really am."

He looks around the table.

"Your husband, your uncle, your grandfather, your father." he looked at Ariella for a long time. "Settle your disputes and rejoice, if not for the sake of the crown, then for the sake of this old man, who loves you all so dearly."

He collapsed into the chair again and Alicent helped him put the golden mask back on.

Dinner continued and the toasts began. Rhaenyra stood and raised her glass as well.

"I make a toast to the queen. I love my father and I must admit that no one has stood by him as loyally as his good wife. For that she has my thanks, and my apologies."

Alicent was silent for a while before responding.

"Your words move me, Rhaenyra. I raise a toast to Princess Rhaenyra, we are both mothers and we love our children. You'll make a fine queen."

The toasts continued and Ariella's nephews and brothers toasted each others mockingly but having fun. The table fell silent again as she stood up holding her own glass.

"I would like to raise a toast to my uncle Daemon." faces turned to him momentarily. "I thank my uncle Daemon for spending time with me and for teaching me about dragons even when I didn't want to claim one. And also for teaching me High Valyrian, I'm very grateful, thank you, uncle."

Daemon just shook his head and gave her a restrained smile.

Everyone started eating and talking excitedly, Ariella got into different topics with Aemond, talking about distant islands, dragons and other things. They stopped talking for a moment and Ariella began to eat in silence.

Viserys left the room after a while, with another bout of pain.

The bards and singers began to play lively music and Jacaerys asked his bride for permission to ask Helaena to dance. Ariella smiled when she saw the two dancing. She looked away when a roasted pig was placed in front of her and Aemond, but paid little attention, drinking more wine.

She saw Lucerys laughing mockingly at her uncle, Ariella frowned but then remembered. As children, Aegon joined with Rhaenyra's children to give a pig with wings made of dried leaves to Aemond, saying that it was his dragon, since Aemond did not yet have his own dragon and the others did.

Aemond stood up and banged his fists on the table, drawing attention to himself. The music stopped and Jace and Helaena stopped dancing.

"Final toast." he began, raising his cup, Aegon raising his own as well. "I toast my nephews, each of them intelligent, smart and strong."

Alicent tried to reach out to Aemond.

"Let's toast then, to these Strong boys."

"I dare you to say that again." Jacaerys spoke, approaching Aemond.

"Why? It's just a compliment, don't you think yourself strong-"

Aemond was interrupted when Jacaerys punched him in the face, Lucerys tried to get up to get to his brother but Aegon held him and hit his head on the table.

Aemond pushed Aegon to the ground and turned around laughing.

"It's enough! Release the boy now!" Otto shouted at Aegon, who released Lucerys.

Ariella stood up during the fight, alert, but didn't come any closer.

Jacaerys tried to advance on Aemond but Daemon didn't allow it, putting himself in front and calming the boy down.

Rhaenyra approached her children and Alicent approached Aemond, speaking to him in a low voice.

"Why do you have to say these things? In front of people?" She grabbed his arms.

"I'm just celebrating my family, mother."

He left the glass on the table and left. Daemon, his daughters, and Rhaenyra's sons withdrew as well.

Ariella swallowed hard and walked out of the hall when she saw Rhaenyra and Alicent approaching to talk.

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She was still dressed up when one of the guards informed her that the king wanted to see her. Ariella sighed as she entered her father's dark chambers. She approached the bed to see him muttering to himself.

"My king."

He turned his head to look at her and Ariella saw the holes in her father's face up close.

"You requested my presence, Your Grace."

Viserys smiled weakly and held out his hand, which she took. She sat herself on the edge of the bed.

"My daughter, I owe you an apology..." he spoke in a weak voice.

"I understand that everything is the effect of the milk of poppy, father, you don't need to apologize." She bowed her face.

"No, no. A father should not forget a life he put into the world, even when he suffers from the greatest pain."

"It's okay, I told you, I'm serious." She bent to kiss his forehead.

"I'm proud... to be your father. You are brilliant and zealous." he said sighing. "I never gave you anything other than the title and you would deserve it more than anyone else. I never gave you land and property."

"I don't need any of that. I just need you, I just need you with me." She swallowed the lump in her throat.

Viserys let out a weak laugh that turned into a cough, Ariella's face became worried.

"Come on, you need to take something for the pain.”

"No, I want to talk to you. I don't know how much longer we have together." he spoke weakly.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?”

"The gods were cruel to you, my daughter, I know that. Denying a woman the right to have her own children is an outrage even for deities." he began.

"The gods did what they thought was right, father. We must not crucify them."

"Do you have the desire to be someone's wife again?" he squeezed her hand lightly.

"Wife? Father, I am old and barren, will I not be suitable to be anyone's wife." she laughed bitterly.

"Old? I can still see you running around with the septas chasing you, trying to catch you."

She let out a laugh that warmed the old man's heart.

"You should get married again, a Targaryen princess without a husband is unusual."

"I can't, father. I can't give anyone children."

"Not all men need children to inherit, Ariella. This doesn't mean they are less important, sometimes they just need company in life." he told her.

"I think you're right, you're very wise. So who could I marry?"

"Your brother, Aemond."

Ariella froze for a moment, her eyes widening slightly.

"Sorry, I didn't understand." She said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Aemond is my second son and he will inherit nothing so far, so it is only fitting that you marry him.”

"Father, I don't think you're thinking straight." She let out a nervous laugh and stood up.

"If an heir is needed, you must agree that he have a woman to bear them, but the lawful wife will remain you." he sighed.

"That's humiliating, you know, isn't it?" she tried to deflect the topic.

"My girl, give me this pride. I want to see you married again, and I want to see Aemond with an honorable wife like you."

Ariella swallowed and looked at her father.

"Okay, for you, father."

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Forgotten Part 3 (Smut)

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Warnings: Uncle/Neice sexual scenes, oral, male receiving oral, virgin giving oral, humping, Targcest, "Uncle" + "Sweet girl" Used like pet names.

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The tourney was awful. Nothing overly eventful happened, the heat bore down on the day as if it wished to starve Westeros of water. Daemon sat behind Viserys and Otto who spoke of the upcoming travel plans and what needed to be taken care of while the king was away. You sat up at the front with Rhaenyra who was pointing out which contestants were which.

Daemon even felt sympathy for poor Alicent, pregnant and expected to travel in such heat. Even with her hand fan, she looked as if she were struggling. It seemed cruel to him, to make her travel.

“Father must we stay much longer, the heat is dreadful.” You said as you turned to your father and gave him a pitiful look. Viserys sighed and waved to one of the servants who stood to the side of the balcony that overlooked the tourney arena. They hurried to fetch larger fans for you and Rhaenyra. Daemon noted that one was not offered to Alicent

“I am afraid we must.” Viserys said as he leaned forward.

“The tourney is almost over now. Only a few more rounds left.” Otto said and waved a hand to have you turn back around.

“Few more rounds! There is over half a tourney left. Pass this down to the princesses.” Corlys said from his seat. He and Rhaenys had brought cool drinks from the keep, having them prepared and ready for the hours in the heat. A servant hurried to bring the large jug from Corlys to you and Rhaenyra, pouring you both a cupful before taking it back. The servant Viserys had gestured to hurried over to fan you. By the time the tourney ended, you were tired and bored. Which meant the fuss over the carriages after a late lunch was all the harder to deal with.

“Why must I ride with you? There will be more room if I go with (Y/N) and Daemon.” Came from Rhaenyra several times.

“Why can I not ride with you?” You whined to your father who was holding his head in his hands. Daemon smiled and watched the chaos. Either way, he would be in a roomy carriage for the long ride. Eventually, Alicent shyly resolved the issue.

“You ride with your father and I because we have two stops to make on the way. (Y/N) and Daemon are not needed to make an appearance. Perhaps if we moved some of the supplies from there into the others it would work. It would mean we would not need to stop to catch food from the third carriage or be uncomfortable if one of us wished to rest before we stop for the night.” She smiled and looked relieved when no one could find an issue with her plan. The third carriage was emptied of its supplies which were neatly tucked under the bench seats in the other carriages and everyone began to prepare to move while you and Rhaenyra said a dramatic goodbye as if you wouldn’t see each other for years, rather than several hours.

“Is it just us?” You asked as you took a seat opposite Daemon who had already made himself comfortable.

“I suppose if you insisted Otto would join us. Though it would make us enemies for the rest of my life.” He joked. You smiled and nodded as the door to the carriage was slammed shut and the travelling party began to move.

“How long will it be until we reach our next stop?” You asked curiously.

“Until the sun begins to set. Then a little ways after that. We are to stay with an old friend of Viserys’.” Daemon spoke as if he wasn’t fond of your father’s friend though Daemon seemed to be fond of very few people so it didn’t say much about the friend in question.

An awkward silence fell between the two of you as you watched him curiously. You wished to ask him questions about the night before. He seemed to know and stared down at his hand in his lap.

“Alicent is upset with you.” You said suddenly with a desperate attempt to break the silence. “She hates me. So she is always upset with me.” He muttered as he shifted in his seat and leaned into the corner, legs spread and fingers drumming on the wall of the carriage. “Why is she upset?”

“Because she thinks you convinced Father to let me fly my dragon when we return from the tour. Father said he did not like the rule, to begin with, but only agreed to appease her. She is worried I shall fall or that you shall push me.” You explained. Daemon nodded slowly and the silence returned. Looking at him you couldn’t help but think back to what you had seen the night before. The warm feeling returned and you tried not to squirm about in case Daemon noticed. His eyes closed as he leaned his head back and a fluttering in your chest began to build.

“Did it feel… good?” You asked. He didn’t open his eyes but he hummed in acknowledgment. “To fuck her mouth?”

“If it did not feel good then I would not have done it. Did it feel good to watch?” He asked without moving. You went quiet and he opened his eyes smiling to himself. He knew very well that you had enjoyed it. He had seen how you enjoyed watching at the pillow house. When you said nothing Daemon closed his eyes again hoping to doze in the warmth of the afternoon. “Your sister certainly enjoyed watching… and touching too.” He muttered. He wasn’t sure if you had heard and he didn’t care. It wasn’t as if you would say anything. A few moments passed and then he jolted slightly when he felt your hand pulling at the string of his trousers and found you on your knees looking up at him.

“She is not the only one who enjoys it.” You said firmly and looked up at him through your eyelashes. He chuckled as he leaned down, holding your face in his hands and stroking his pointer finger over your lips. They parted for him and you took his finger into your mouth, suckling at it sweetly. He could tell by the way your chest rose and fell with heavy breath and the way you squirmed as if your core needed friction that you were riled up enough that you would not calm unless he intervened. Reaching down he lifted your skirts so that he could position his booted foot between your legs. He didn’t need to touch you to know that your small clothes would be ruined. His cock ached, twitching as he grew hard, revelling in the way that your hips moved so that you humped his foot without his guidance.

“Please, uncle.” You begged as you rested your cheek against his leg. “Damon please!”

He relented, pulling the strings of his trousers so they were fully undone. “Open your mouth, sweet girl.” He said as he pulled his cock from his trousers. It was hard, thick and veined. The head was heavy on your tongue as he guided himself into your mouth. At first, you spluttered and struggled but Damon carefully manoeuvred you so that you take almost his entire length with ease and a little assistance. The carriage ride was spent with him lazily thrusting his hips up into your mouth while you took all he was willing to offer. His rough fingers brushed through soft silver locks as he felt his cock twitch in your mouth.

“Such a good girl.” He said quietly. You moaned at the praise and sighed at the gentle way he stroked your hair and the back of your neck. "My sweet girl." Suddenly he was holding you more roughly. His thrusts became quicker and you struggled to adjust to his pace as he repositioned himself. He continued his new pace while whispering praises. His cock twitched again and you felt warm saltiness fill your mouth. You tried your best to swallow it all as he instructed you to do as he gasped out through a moan.

“Your mouth feels so good my sweet girl.” He sighed. Copying the maid you’d seen with him the night before you licked and sucked at his softening cock until his purring moans became higher and more sensitive. He pulled you up off your knees and sat you so you were straddled on one leg. You leaned closer, kissing his cheek, as he leaned back against the wall of the carriage. He could feel the heat of your needy cunt through his trousers as you began to hump his tight, soft little gasps filling the carriage and drowning out the squeak of rickety wheels.

“Will you take me now uncle?” You asked. The question was asked so sweetly that Daemon almost agreed right there and then. But he liked this begging, this need for him. Besides the first stop would be coming up shortly and no doubt someone would check in on the two of you.

“No sweet girl.” Was all he sighed out. You whined and pleaded, kisses pressed to his cheek as if to convince him. The wheels of the carriage slowed and he moved you to the seat opposite, fixing his clothes. There was still a glow about you that he hoped would look like excitement. After all, you had not toured all of Westeros before. As he thought the carriage door was ripped open and Aliecent gave him a dubious look. An innocent look, which must have been convincing, crossed his face and she turned her attention to you.

“Come (Y/N).” Alicent muttered and gently led you out to greet a gathering of lords who were already fussing over your father and Rhaenyra.

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homielander · 2 years

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while i really liked rhaenyra in 1.10, she was also very inconsistent with the way she’s been written in prior episodes (4-9 mostly), and i don’t know what we’re supposed to take away from her characterization this season.

the last time rhaenyra showed any resistance to violence was all the way back in episode 2, when she flew to dragonstone to peacefully resolve a conflict with daemon that could have turned messy. merely paralleling that moment in the finale, however, does not erase the fact that since the first dragonstone encounter, she has walked off when a suitor propositioning her hand was killed, plotted with daemon to kill an innocent man to facilitate laenor’s escape (and resolved that the people should fear her as their scheme unfolded), and watched vaemond beheaded and expressed no feelings on the matter beyond mild shock. now, i’m not saying she has to jump into battle, but in the book she was outraged that the throne that rightfully belonged to her had been usurped, and offered very blunt terms to the greens -- to cede the throne immediately or die. i would have liked to see some of this resolve in the finale.

rhaenyra has also been neither cognizant nor considerate of the fact that, as a targaryen, the customs of the realm over which she hopes to rule are different than hers. apart from the fact that she passed off her bastards as trueborn, she also complained that the valyrian tapestries in the red keep had been replaced with banners of the faith of the seven, and she stated that the wants of the smallfolk were of no consequence to her as early as episode 4. none of these things are criminal, but they do provide us deeper insight about her mindset. (oh, also: she slept with criston, who was essentially a servant to her, despite his repeated refusal and his esteem for the position of kingsguard, which she knew involved an oath of celibacy.) in this episode though, she gave luke a speech about how targaryens were still accountable to the realm and had to follow their traditions and values accordingly. while this is undoubtedly a nice sentiment, it also defies the core of rhaenyra’s character, given that her lack of awareness on this issue is what results in her eventual downfall.

she also spoke of duty to the realm and earning the throne this episode, which are ideas she has never even alluded to prior to this point. i never got the sense that rhaenyra had much of an understanding of what the responsibility of rule truly means. we’re shown how she fled to dragonstone the moment circumstances at court grew difficult for her and we never see her engage in any sort of preparation for her future duties as monarch. she was outraged about the hightowers ruling in viserys’s stead and giving him milk of the poppy to ameliorate his pain, though she was not present for any of the six years he was left incapacitated by his health while they were. i really can’t fathom how we are expected to believe that this is a character who has understood duty all along.

rhaenyra is impulsive, indifferent to violence, ignorant or uncaring of the wants of the people, and generally uninterested in preparing for her ascension to queen. this doesn’t make her irredeemable by any means, but it is the picture of rhaenyra that’s been painted for us all season. the writers seem to want to have their cake and eat it too; yes, rhaenyra has these flaws which make her an interesting character to watch, but when the crisis they’ve been building to this entire season finally arrives, these flaws are nowhere in sight. rhaenyra can’t be allowed to be anything other than wise, mature, desperate for peace, and as luke puts it, “perfect,” at this critical juncture, even though the character they have established says otherwise.

this mirrors very closely what happened to alicent. up to and including episode 7, we were shown that she had impressed upon her kids that aegon would one day be king, and we were exposed to all of the very understandable reasons that she was aiming for this. she didn’t trust rhaenyra, she knew rhaenyra being a woman posed a threat to her children’s lives (which was only compounded by rhaenyra putting bastards next in line and then marrying daemon), she knew rhaenyra’s faction had no issue executing anyone who obstructed their goals, and it was proven to her that the wellbeing of her family was not important (not to viserys, not to rhaenyra, not to anyone) when aemond lost his eye. perhaps rhaenyra never would have harmed her children, but what matters is that alicent wanted the security of power. this may not a morally unimpeachable position, but i think it’s a very sympathetic one to anyone watching without fan goggles on. but actually, scratch all of that -- what alicent really wanted was to fulfill viserys’s half-baked dying wishes. otherwise, she never would have plotted to seize the throne for aegon! her real flaw is toiling in the service of men, don’t you see? (never mind that viserys named rhaenyra his heir before that, so whether she supported aegon or rhaenyra, she’d still be deferring to her husband.) anyway, what was all that other stuff even for, then?

i understand that rhaenyra and alicent will embrace their darker vices as the war progresses (starting with lucerys’s death and likely blood and cheese, respectively). but *alicent voice* where is coherence? where is consistency? the writers seem to be peddling the idea that these women are blameless, and their future misdeeds are a result of men and the patriarchy, but i disagree. i don’t think either of them are blameless. while the misogyny of this setting and time period plays an undeniable role in this story, it’s also stupid to ignore that alicent and rhaenyra are more powerful than nearly all men because of their positions as queen and heir, and thus had their own agency. they, too, were selfish and reckless and ambitious, qualities which we see amplified in their later, more terrible actions, and i think that would have been a far more compelling story to follow.

#i dont completely agree w this anymore so rbs off lol #a lot of people saw the rhaenyra stuff especially coming a mile away since her ill deeds have never held the same weight as everyone else's #but still i was holding out hope. foolishly :(#the only flaw they're really keeping consistent is her lack of political acumen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #anti rhaenyra #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #anti hotd #it's the way i'm not even comparing to the book here..... the show can't even handle its own canon properly lol #internal consistency is all i want atp😭😭😭😭

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Did you choose for Aegon and Jace to have a son as part to show Aegon resolving to do better than Viserys as a father? also Jace mentions to Rhaenyra that she would like to change the laws of inheritance to be like Dorne's- will this pop up later in the story too?

The parallel with Viserys was a big motivation. This author loves themes. It’s also part of Aegon’s character arc: he starts off feeling begrudging and a bit scared of fatherhood, in large part because he’s afraid of repeating the cycle, but he ends with stepping up to the duties he’s run away from his entire life.

Also, I just love the idea of Aegon having to raise a mini!Aegon.

Actually, it was Rhaenyra who said to Jace (in Chapter 3 of The Golds) that when she was younger, she wanted to make a new order like in Dorne, but she realized Westeros is slow to change. Jace is less inclined to rock the boat than her mother, but deep down she feels the unfairness of the potential scenario where a younger brother would take her place as heir after she sacrificed her childhood to study and prepare. Jace’s firstborn is a boy so it’s not an imminent issue, but she might start to try laying the groundwork for future generations—maybe even her grandkids—to turn toward absolute primogeniture instead of male primogeniture.

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JON SNOW FORTNIGHT EVENT 2023

Day 12 - House Targaryen

Robb looked relieved. “Good.” He smiled. “The next time I see you, you’ll be all in black.”

Jon forced himself to smile back. “It was always my color."

- Jon II, AGOT

It’s interesting to see how the color black acts as a link between Jon and House Targaryen, especially when it comes to marking who has legitimacy and/or the right to rule.

The most obvious tether to this link is Jon’s father, Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, who has often been associated with the color black.

They had come together at the ford of the Trident… Robert with his warhammer… the Targaryen prince armored all in black.

- Eddard I, AGOT

The prince had donned his night-black armor, with the three-headed dragon picked out in rubies on his breastplate.

- Jaime I, AFFC

Seventeen and new to knighthood, Rhaegar had worn black plate over golden ringmail when he cantered onto the lists.

- Cersei V, AFFC

And Rhaegar has also been recognized as a true scion of House Targaryen.

"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon, and he died on the Trident. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake."

- Daenerys III, AGOT

Five had been his brothers. Oswell Whent and Jon Darry. Lewyn Martell, a prince of Dorne. The White Bull, Gerold Hightower. Ser Arthur Dayne, Sword of the Morning. And beside them, crowned in mist and grief with his long hair streaming behind him, rode Rhaegar Targaryen, Prince of Dragonstone and rightful heir to the Iron Throne.

- Jaime VI, ASOS

But Rhaegar isn't the only Targaryen who is associated with the color black. Of course, Black is the house’s color. But there are a few remarkable Targaryens whose association with this particular color is notable.

We have Aegon the Conqueror whose steed was called Balerion “the black dread”. Of the three dragons used to bring Westeros to its heels, Balerion was the most fearsome one and was ridden by the man who would eventually become king of the entire continent. Balerion the “black dread” was a king’s dragon.

Aegon's dragons were named for the gods of Old Valyria. Visenya's dragon was Vhagar, Rhaenys had Meraxes, and Aegon rode Balerion, the Black Dread. It was said that Vhagar's breath was so hot that it could melt a knight's armor and cook the man inside, that Meraxes swallowed horses whole, and Balerion ... his fire was as black as his scales, his wings so vast that whole towns were swallowed up in their shadow when he passed overhead.

- Daenerys I, ACOK

Then we have Rhaenyra, the dragon queen who commanded the faction known as the “Blacks” during the Dance of the Dragons. Per King Viserys’ decree, Rhaenyra was the rightful heir to the Iron Throne. Like Rhaegar, she has a special narrative link to the color black. And like Rhaegar, she also served as Princess of Dragonstone and was crowned there (Dragonstone being House Targaryen's seat, thus marking Rhaenyra as one continuing House Targaryen's legacy).

Once his mourning for his wife and son had run its course, the king moved swiftly to resolve the long-simmering issue of the succession. Disregarding the precedents set by King Jaehaerys in 92 and the Great Council in 101, Viserys declared his daughter, Rhaenyra, to be his rightful heir, and named her Princess of Dragonstone. In a lavish ceremony at King’s Landing, hundreds of lords did obeisance to the Realm’s Delight as she sat at her father’s feet at the base of the Iron Throne, swearing to honor and defend her right of succession.

- Heirs of the Dragon - A Question of Succession, Fire & Blood

And so the Dance began, as the princess called a council of her own. “The black council,” the True Telling names that gathering on Dragonstone, setting it against the “green council” of King’s Landing. Rhaenyra herself presided, seated between her uncle and husband, Prince Daemon, and her trusted counselor, Maester Gerardys.

- The Dying of the Dragons—The Blacks and the Greens, Fire & Blood

From Aegon I, to Rhaenyra, to Rhaegar, GRRM uses black as a marker of a true Targaryen heir. This is continued by Daenerys, the last of the dragons, and her steed Drogon.

The Dothraki looked at her hatchlings uneasily. The largest of her three was shiny black, his scales slashed with streaks of vivid scarlet to match his wings and horns. “Khaleesi,” Aggo murmured, “there sits Balerion, come again.”

- Daenerys I, ACOK

Dany’s connection to Aegon is one of the signifiers of her status as a true Targaryen heir (and the true bearer of House Targaryen’s legacy).

The black dread, the black queen, and the black bastard…

Some nights she heard talk of him, in the taverns and brothels of the Ragman’s Harbor. The Black Bastard of the Wall, one man had called him.

- The Blind Girl, ADWD

And Jon being called the "black bastard" is quite ironic, because as we know,

One by one Arya had chased them down and snatched them up and brought them proudly to Syrio Forel … all but this one, this one-eared black devil of a tomcat. “That’s the real king of this castle right there,” one of the gold cloaks had told her. “Older than sin and twice as mean. One time, the king was feasting the queen’s father, and that black bastard hopped up on the table and snatched a roast quail right out of Lord Tywin’s fingers. Robert laughed so-hard he like to burst. You stay away from that one, child.”

- Arya III, AGOT

#jon snow #house targaryen #aegon the conqueror #balerion the black dread #rhaenyra targaryen #drogon #daenerys targaryen #rhaegar targaryen #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #jonsnowfortnightevent2023

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Do you think; IF Rhaenyra had a daughter by laenor, this could have been a way to build a peace between the greens and the blacks?

Hear me out:

- Alicent sees her and Rhaenyra’s friendship in the friendship between Aemond and his niece

- When Rhaenyra’s daughter is old enough, she could be Jace’s older sister or younger sister(like Rhaenyra slept w both Laenor and Harwin and Laenor’s genes won out) she tells Rhaenyra “Hey I love Aemond and maybe we can fix this”

- NOTE: Rhaenyra’s daughter is the only one who EVER apologised to Aemond for what happened to him by her brothers

- And Otto wants to see the baby as soon as its born (Like Alicent w rhaenyra). So The daughter is like “get me a dress” and carries her kid into a council meeting and Aemond is like “what the fxck”

Ooooh I have so many thoughts about this, I’ll probably write a whole fic later but for now

Honestly the thing about the dance is that there are so many ways it could have been stopped but also at the same time it was always going to happen.

Like it’s a conflict that’s been 20+ years in the making that has consistently been fuelled not only by Rhaenyra and Alicent and thus their kids but by the fuckheads like Daemon and Otto.

I think ultimately the dance is kind of a culmination from years of machinations of power hungry and ambitious men. Then it’s fuelled by Rhaenyra’s selfishness and Alicent’s blindness/refusal to make amends due to her fathers influence.

I imagine the best way for that to be resolved would be on the off miracle that jace and Laenor’s true born were twins. Rare but not frankly impossible, another thing that I think the show should have done also was to keep Rhaenys’s hair black like it is in the books. Naturally there’s still the issue that Jace, like and Joffrey are fuckin pasty as but it would be much easier to pass off Baratheon genes if Jace and reader were twins. It would also be best if she was the oldest and therefore the heir, setting a precedence for female heirs. (Even better if they work in tandem with Driftmark to make Laena heir and then one of the twins)

The next issue you’ve got is the way Jace and Luke treat Aemond even before he claims Vhagar and the way Rhaenyra treats her siblings. If Aemond and reader were close she would have to beat her little brothers asses (and Aegon’s) because there’s a difference between teasing between family members and downright maliciousness even if the boys don’t realise they’re being mean.

There’s also the issue that ultimately Alicent’s children think that if big sis takes the throne then they die. So regardless of whether a daughter is close with uncles and aunt Rhaenyra herself has to be the one to close that bridge. I imagine the kid will be have to be the one to force Alicent and Rhaenyra to make up cause both are too proud/unsure to do it themselves no matter how much they want to.

Ok so Vhagar incident which is heavily fuelled by Aemond’s continued mistreatment which we’ve minimised. Say he still loses an eye that would just immediately destroy and tentative bonds that have been built. It’s not enough to just apologise, Aemond has been permanently maimed and Rhaenyra is trying to make it his fault even when he did not start the fight even if she is appalled her son did that cause she’s still going to try and protect her sons.

There has to be some sort of punishment for the blacks. Viserys is still soft and thus betrothal between Aemond/reader and Jace/Helaena he’s had enough of this shit he just peace’s the fuck out and leaves the squabbling to the kids.

Aegon fosters at dragonstone and Luke Jace at kings landing.

RHAENYRA TELLS RHAENYS THAT LAENOR ISNT DEAD.

There’s still the issue of Otto but through forced exposure everyone has begrudgingly come to love each other and then I imagine Otto demanding to see the baby is the last straw and Aemond fucking loses it. It’s glorious.

#aemond targaryen #kat's asks #the dance 🕺

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I think fandom should start viewing the Targaryen & Velaryon succession crises during the Dance of the Dragons as the two separate issues that they are.

In the case of Rhaenyra’s claim to the Iron Throne, the fact that she had bastards ultimately has no bearing on her claim. If Rhaenyra had only trueborn children, she still would have been usurped. It all just comes down to her position as a woman in a patriarchal society. That’s the issue GRRM is trying to explore over and over again with the various women of house Targaryen who have their claims challenged by a male relative. This issue is never truly resolved and so even post-Dance we have female Targaryens getting their claims usurped by men.

It is house Velaryon that deals with the issue of having ‘bastardborn’ children in the line of inheritance during the timeline of the Dance. The various Velaryon bastards face an in-universe classist treatment on account of their birth. Despite that, GRRM depicts these bastards as notable members of their family. The succession of the Driftwood Throne is repeatedly brought up in the book in relation to them. House Velaryon is divided during the Dance. It is not until the war is over that we see a resolution to the matter of the Driftmark succession: Alyn Velaryon, born Alyn of Hull, is to inherit the seat.

Since both families are quite close, it can often lead to people mistakenly conflating all matters between them. But GRRM makes it quite clear that these two families are dealing with separate political issues over the course of the war.

#even in the main series a targaryen girl and a velaryon bastard are the most relevant figures from their houses #asoiaf #house of the dragon #house velaryon #house targaryen #meta #the blackfyre rebellion is an amusing amalgamation of this #a velaryon descendant bastard born to a targaryen woman who's claim is said to be usurped by a male relative

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Hello! Apologies in advance because English is not my first language but I have a question: If Rhaenyra had been born a boy, and Viserys still married Alicent after Aemma's death, would the Dance still happen?

PD: I love your story, I think it's awesome and I love the way you write. 💜

Hi there 😊

No problem at all, English is not my first language either and thank you so much with the beyond kind words.

So, if you have read Fire & Blood you will know that the point of contention within inheritance that was never fully resolved by any king or had a definitive answer was: Can a woman in the presence of other male relatives - i.e., younger brothers, uncle, cousin - still inherit the Iron Throne?

We saw this issue with:

Rhaena (Aenys's daughter)

Aera (Rhaena and Aegon's daughter)

Daenerys (Jaehaerys's daughter)

Rhaenys - TQWNW

Rhaenyra

And to a much lower degree because the Black army won and crowned Aegon III and even her father never saw her as heir -> Jaehaera The question of Rhaenyra's legitimacy to the throne was not because her father remarried and now had other children beside her. Should she be a man this would be irrelevant as a question since the oldest son would inherit indisputably. The question that was raised in the particular case of Rhaenyra was: Can a woman who has brothers, even if younger, inherit? And, can a king choose his heir regardless of their sex when there is no explicit war concerning the laws of inheritance and only precedents? According to the Greens, and some of the lords in Westeros (not too many since the vast majority of the continent sided with the blacks) the answer was no, she could not. According to others the answer was yes, though mainly it was because in their mind the king had the right to choose his heir, even if said choice went against the precedents set by those who had come before him. In fact, some of the arguments put forward by Green supporters tied with the fact that while they had promised Viserys to support Rhaenyra's claim, Viserys was now dead, so in a sense, their oaths had died with the king. Thus, if Rhaenyra was a man, none of Alicent's children would be able to compete with her for the title of Heir of the Seven Kingdoms, and it wouldn't make any difference whatsoever what/who/ or when Viserys remarried and how many children he had or their sexes. I think that covers it, but if you haven't I highly recommend reading Fire and Blood because it does explore this issue beautifully. All the best to you 🥰

#rhaenyra targaryen #canon rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #canon viserys targaryen #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #asoiaf #popcorn answers

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Hear me out. The root of Viserys' problems is that Alyssa was a Boy Mom of the highest order but only for Daemon. He was her golden child, and she paid Viserys dust.

He overcomepensates by clinging to the powerful men around him and breaking his own spirit to appease them. He has no solid sense of self beyond bending to the will of who he perceives to be the most powerful man in the room.

Then he goes and fathers a mini Alyssa, and Daemon is also her favorite.

The man must be furious. A raging case of Mommy Issues and no woman in his life has ever chosen him of her own free will.

--EIHF Anon

oh i HEAR you anon

something ive thought for awhile is that alyssa wouldnt have liked or at the VERY least, have been disappointed with viserys. i mean how did the two biggest jocks of the targaryen family end up making such a weak nerdy kid? viserys wouldve been more of a daughter than a son to her, and alyssa wanted boys. while daemon was alyssas little mini me. all of her love and attention went to him.

so he tries to instead get that affection from the other powerful men in his family, being the good son for baelon, the perfect heir to jaehaerys. setting aside his own desires for what he thinks they want from him. when theyre both gone he clings to otto instead. part of why he keeps otto on as his hand (and then later takes him back). otto was jaehaerys hand in the final years of his life, viserys probably spent more time with him than jaehaerys after being named heir. viserys views otto as sort of the.. continuation of jaehaerys? cause he knows he isnt what jaehaerys wanted, hes not like aemon OR baelon. but maybe if he can get ottos approval it will be like getting his grandfathers.

maybe for awhile he got that motherly affection from alysanne, but i think his marriage to aemma wouldve ended that. alysanne wouldve started to subconsciously resent him, a sort of ‘youre gonna to do to aemma what rodrik arryn did to daella and im going to lose ANOTHER daughter’ (which… he did…) and EVEN his marriage to aemma, even if they were happy, was a political match. viserys knows aemma would not have picked him. maybe also where his cheating comes from, endlessly looking for the affection his mother never gave him.

then his first daughter, only living child from his first marriage, is another alyssa. his daughter is more like his mother than she is like aemma or him. so of course rhaenyra gets along better with daemon than himself.

viserys just wants someone to pick him. to choose him and love him best. and hell twist himself into whatever shape he thinks will get him that. when that fails (and/or doesnt resolve his mommy issues) he instead twists the few family members he does have under his control to ensure they HAVE to love him most. and hell do whatever he thinks he has to to keep that love

#yall ever think about how alyssa wanted to claim balerion and then viserys does claim him #i do #alyssa targaryen #viserys i targaryen #asoiaf #my posts #asks

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The dragon's heart

Chapter 1

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x OC Targaryen x Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: strong-ish language, talk of arranged marriage.

Summary: Rhaenyra realices there's only one way of making peace.

A/N: I am writing this as a way of going back to the writing game, as such I can't guarantee that every chapter will be very long or have a very exciting plot. I hope you enjoy my writing nonetheless and I'll see you next time. Lots of love ♥️♥️

The pale woman looked out of her bedroom’s window as she sighted at her husband's words.

“Rhaenyra…”

“I’ve had enough of it, Daemon!”

The prince pursed his lips as he exhaled through his nose in an attempt to calm himself, he knew it would do no good to his cause if he snapped back at his wife.

“You’re asking me to go back to the very place where my son almost lost an eye to that cunt’s madness”.

“I’m asking you to visit your father, my brother, Rhaenyra” countered Daemon.

Rhaenyra turned to face her husband. They both held the other’s stare until the princess spoke again with resolve.

“I refuse to let us be easy prey for Alicent to pounce on again”.

“She is a Highttower, Rhaenyra, it is what they all do, they pounce and they hunt and they tear but that has nothing to do with my brother and you know it. What will you have us do, hide here until that snake has no more venom to spit, until there’s nothing she can accuse you of? Hide if you wish to, rinitsos (little girl), but if you command me to follow you I will not respond” said the prince bluntly.

…………..

“Nyke emagon vettan nykea decision, issajorraelagon” (I have made a decision, my love).

The rogue prince looked at his wife with a raised eyebrow and kept quiet; he had stated his stance on the matter and would not change his mind. The arrangements to leave for the Red Keep had already been made and a raven had been sent, it was up to Rhaenyra to decide if he would be made to leave by himself or accompanied.

“Yzaldrizes aoha iderennon sir, abrazyrys” (speak your choice now, wife).

“I wish to make an alliance with the greens”.

“You do not need my consent, my lady wife” Daemon said simply, not yet giving his opinion on the matter.

“That I am aware of, husband, however given our previous… discussion I find it important to know your thoughts".

Daemon exhaled slowly and closed his eyes. An allegiance to the greens could no doubt be something favourable for them. Despite the possibility of a positive outcome, the prince was also aware that the Highttowers were like no other family. Broken and small as it was, they were sick and twisted and Otto Highttower had such an unquenchable thirst for power he hadn't hesitated to place it before the happiness of his own remaining child . Daemon held no more sympathy for the man than he would for common murderer or thief. He, however, was also aware of what the bad blood between both families would eventually bring. From the moment Viserys married Otto's child the link that was born between both families became a sword whose sharp point always seemed to be pointing towards the Targaryens. But now, now they had the chance of changing that. There was only one issue remaining, an issue whose solution Daemon was already aware of. The prince finally opened his eyes and let them fall on his wife.

“An alliance with the greens will not be an easy matter to resolve, if we are to sign it off we must give them something valuable, something they can use against us if need be” he answered at last.

“I’m afraid this is where our views distort, husband…”

“What, where you just going to step foot on the Red Keep and offer to restore your friendship with that cunt for the good of the realm?” interrupted Daemon mockingly.

“Just what other thing could I offer her? I already put Jacaerys forward for the princess Helaena and she refused. Alicent has already expressed her wishes to befriend me again more than once”.

“If that is your wish, go through with it, but a pact simply based on the power of love will not last a fortnight. Helaena was already betrothed to Aegon, but the eldest daughter has not yet been married off to anybody”.

Rhaenyra looked at the rogue prince as if he had just grown a second head. She picked her fingernails nervously as she paced. She knew she would one day have to make the decision of wedding her children but she had expected to avoid it for as long as possible. She herself had suffered from an unfulfilling marriage once, and did not wish for her sweet boys to go through the same ordeal nor the same rumours spread about her to be about them, they already had enough with their own at the moment. She stopped her pacing as she heard Daemon’s steps near her. The princess felt her husband's arms circle her waist and his chin rest on her head. She turned to look at him and he took a hold of her hands, effectively stopping her nervous nail-picking habit.

“If you want an alliance with the greens there’s only one choice,” he whispered gently “so make it”.

“He barely knows her” Rhaenyra whispered as she sighed and rested her head on the man’s chest.

“Rhaenyra…” he chided.

“For all we know she could be as cruel as her brother Aegon”

“Aegon is a drunkard and a cunt, and he is seen as such by the whole realm, if she was as much of a monster as you worry she is, the same whispers would carry her name through the keep” reasoned the prince.

The princess lifted her head from the prince’s chest and finally looked at him. Still unsure, she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“I will do it. I will wed my son to Viserra Targaryen”.

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