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sarcasticsweetlara · 6 months

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Daemon and Laena's son: Baellian Targaryen - Headcanons

I chose to pick a faceclaim and an AI drawing for this beautiful boy had he survived and grown to be his father's heir.

PD: I've given him the name Baellian in honor of his grandfather Baelon, adding an original touch to the name

I think it's important to note how things would have happened had he survived:

1. Even if Baellian is Daemon and Laena's firstborn son, he could not inherit Driftmark (at first at least).

After debating with many others, I've come to the conclusion that even if Baellian survives, he could not inherit it because Luke is older and he carries the last name Velaryon, though obviously he's a Strong and everyone with eyes knows it, Corlys would be ecstatic about the birth of his first and only grandson, but he can not give him Driftmark because of his agreement with Rhaenyra in which he wanted Laenor's line to inherit it, because that way his last name would keep going. Of course, Corlys wants both his name and blood in the Iron Throne and Driftmark so that is why he supported the marriage agreements Rhaenyra and Laena had arranged of Jace/Baela and Lucerys/Rhaena.

I think the reason why Corlys insisted in the inheritance going this way was to protect Laenor, granted everyone knew the Strong boys were not the sons of Laenor and mocked him behind his back, but Corlys wanted at least the register that Laenor could fulfill his duty and with Adam and Alyn, Corlys wanted to make it seem that Laenor was capable of having enough physical attraction to women, and because he still didn't want to admit he cheated on Rhaenys and that it was him who risked the succession line of Driftmark .

2. As a result of Baellian not being able to be Lord of Driftmark but still being Daemon and Laena's only son who nonetheless is Daemon's firstborn, he would have to be given a castle and inheritance by Rhaenyra; also this would be a key factor in keeping him from wanting to take Driftmark as he would have a household of his own Baellian would be able to expand that will keep him occupied and satisfied enough that he will have no need of Driftmark.

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3. Baellian would need a strategic betrothal, a good option would be a lady from the Vale, I know Daemon hated his time there but remember that at the same time he had asked for his "inheritance" after Rhea Royce died (I'm going for the Book canon) and also remember the Vale has one of the strongest armies and the people from the Vale have an amazing discipline when it comes to battles and unity; also Daemon would want to give Baellian a more suitable match, an heiress as well, like a little cousin of Jeyne Arryn or a maid from House Hardyng or Sunderland (two of the most powerful bannermen of The Arryns) or a Baratheon maid.

Or for the sake of keeping his son's bloodline pure Daemon would betroth Baellian to a Velaryon from a minor branch in order to appease the Velaryons even more; Book! Daemon is actually pretty clever when it comes to politics.

Of course, in order to soothe the nerves of Corlys and Rhaenys over their bloodline, Baellian's firstborn son would be wed to Joffrey's firstborn daughter and viceversa.

4. Baellian would want to fight during the Dance, however as he would still be a boy, since Baellian would be like one year older than Aegon the Younger - around 11 months- he would be only nine when the war started which means Baellian's too young to fight.

5. If Baellian survived the dance, he would probably be Lord of Driftmark. As Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey would be dead, Corlys would ask Rhaenyra to change Baellian's name from Targaryen to Velaryon when he ascended. Of course, he would still ask for the legitimization of Addam and Alyn, but since he had already had problems with Rhaenyra and Daemon at this point, Corlys would give them "this boon" in order to reconcile.

6. Baellian would not rule as king, yes he's the firstborn son of the Rogue Prince, the younger brother of King Viserys, but since he already is heir to Driftmark and has his own keep - that would be built since the beginning because obviously Daemon would want his firstborn son's inheritance secure- away from the Red Keep, and as Baellian would emphasize Aegon's claim was stronger as he had the support of the Blacks as the only living son of Rhaenyra The Black Queen (as it was thought back then before Viserys II returned) he can not rule, Aegon would still have a better claim since he's King Viserys' grandson/nephew, while Baellian is Viserys' nephew/first cousin twice removed/ second cousin once removed, Aegon would win by proximity - something their great-great-grandfather Jaehaerys had done with Viserys to have him as heir. Also, it would be a homage to the fact Viserys never changed his heir: Rhaenyra, as The Blacks were still fighting after Rhaenyra's death while the Greens killed Aegon The Elder.

7. In the case Baellian has not married his betrothed and Baela is also single Baellian would marry Baela. The regents would want him isolated from his younger brother Aegon The Younger in order to manipulate the boy, and would still want to wed off Baela. Baela would go to her brother and ask him to wed each other. Just like their great-great-grandparents did. They would have so much potential together, the first daughter and son of Daemon and Laena, who both were dragonriders - as obviously Baellian would be given a dragon egg - and who grew up loving and respecting each other.

However, that would be if as I said, Baellian has not married his betrothed who will be the Lady of Driftmark. If he is already married, his wife's family would not want him to remarry as part of the agreement they had made with Baellian's father, so what Baellian could do is have Baela wed to Alyn (knowing Corlys, he would have legitimized them but not make them heirs since Corlys has his grandson).

Bonus: His name Baellian would be in honor of his grandfather Baelon, and at the same time to respect the fact the name 'Baelon' is meant for the main line; as in another circumstances Joffrey would have been named Baelon and any other son Rhaenyra would have had before marrying Daemon would be named Baelon, also it would be a respectful homage to his own cousin Baelon instead of the "Heir for a day" epithet.

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goodqueenaly · 2 years

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If Daemon and Laena had a son, how do you think that would affect the Velaryons? With a legitimate grandson, would they want to leave Driftmark to HIM instead of Jace, who will marry Baela? I feel like in the OTL, they were OK with this situation since their real heir was Baela and her blood would continue Driftmark, but here she is not the real heir. "Baelon" is. Thank you!

To be clear, it doesn’t seem to have ever been the case that Jacaerys was the intended successor to Driftmark. Describing when Corlys Velaryon suddenly sickened in 126 AC, Gyldayn notes that his legal heir would nominally have been “his eldest grandson, Jacaerys … [sic] but since Jace would presumably ascend the Iron Throne after his mother, Princess Rhaenyra urged her good-father to name instead her second son, Lucerys”. Likewise, the green offer at the outset of the Dance specified that “[Rhaenyra’s] second son, Lucerys, would be recognized as the rightful heir to Driftmark, and the lands and holdings of House Velaryon”. I am also acting on the presumption that the son in question would have that same short-lived Prince Baelon whom Laena died giving birth to at the start of 120 AC (and that the rest of the history up to this point would have gone the same as well, of course).

All of that is to say, by the time this Prince Baelon would have been born (and certainly by the time he would’ve been a potential heir to Driftmark), I don’t think the Velaryons could have acknowledged this Prince Baelon as heir to Driftmark without severely compromising their position. After all, even if Lucerys hadn’t been formally named heir to Driftmark by 120 AC, he had certainly been held out as the (ostensibly) legitimate second son of Laenor Velaryon, with the probable expectation that either he or big brother Jacaerys (or even younger brother Joffrey) would succeed their “father” to Driftmark. To have Corlys suddenly declare after 120 AC “just kidding, I’d like to have my daughter’s son be my heir” would raise a pretty huge eyebrow as to why Corlys would be skipping over his apparently legitimate male-line grandson for a female-line grandson. With rumors already rampant about the true paternity of Rhaenyra’s “Velaryon” sons, such an act might have been no less than dumping wildfire onto the embers of rumor - seemingly publicly declaring that the Velaryons believed that Rhaenyra’s sons were illegitimate - which the green faction in turn might have seized upon, either to drum up more support against Rhaenyra and/or to push Viserys for a change in the succession. (Not to mention that Rhaenyra and Daemon had already agreed IOTL to betroth Jacaerys and Lucerys to Baela and Rhaena, respectively, by 120 AC; the Velaryons already had a means, however much they might have privately wondered about Rhaenyra’s sons’ paternity, of guaranteeing that Velaryon blood would inherit Driftmark in the future.)

Which is not to say young Prince Baelon wouldn’t have been important. As a roughly nine year old boy at the start of the Dance, it’s unlikely that he would have done much in the way of fighting - yet as the paternal half-brother of Aegon III, this prince would have been a very obvious choice as the young king’s heir presumptive (especially if he managed to stick around where Viserys had “disappeared”, and of course assuming he survived the Dance alive and relatively speaking well). Where Baela and Rhaena were both (Seven save the realm /s) girls who could only be expected to marry and provide the king male heirs of their bodies, this Baelon would have been a male heir, who could in turn continue the male line of House Targaryen. It’s too hard to speculate how history might have changed, but it’s interesting to consider.

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house-strong · 2 years

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— THE WAKE of the dragon ʾ ⋆

summary ; a request by anon.

“Would you please write a Daemon x niece!reader where Alicent attempted to attack her half-daughter like Episode 8 but the reader is pregnant with Daemon's third child?? I NEED protective, murderous Daemon in my life.”

pairing ; daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader

notes ; daemon is the man that i need in my life 😭 i cannot get over his short hair look. also, myrax is the name of your dragon. there’s no description for her, so feel free to make up your own! also unrevised,, oops.

funerals were a finicky thing.

when laena velaryon passed from childbirth, or rather the flame of her dragon-mount vhagar, the royal court had assembled on the velaryon’s ancestral seat of driftmark to pay tribute to the beautiful sister of laenor velaryon.

a towering castle surrounded by black water bay, driftmark was surely rivaling the volcanic mountain of dragonstone in terms of beauty. dragons soared across the sky, a plethora of beige, red, silver, and green wings dappled the sky. with a monstrous cry, vhagar was lurking within the mountains somewhere.

the procession was something that bordered mystic. tossing laena’s body that was enclosed in a stone casket carved out of her liking into the sea, never to be seen again. you supposed it was poetic, the velaryons were of the sea after all.

your two children, daenys and baelon, were doing their best to console their cousins, rhaena and baela. you smile fondly at them, the girls holding hands and baelon trying to make them laugh in attempts to raise their spirits. a sharp kick to your belly sends you leaning forward. your arm shoots out to find something to grasp on to and sure enough, you find the arm of your husband, daemon.

“he’s a fighter, isn’t he?” his voice asks, the tone low and cool enough to send a shiver down your spine. you wince and try to muster a smile despite the pain, but you shake your head.

“she is a fighter. i was thinking about the name visenya.”

“he will be named daerion,” the rogue prince counters, a sly smirk rising the corner of his lip. his eyes you curiously, eyes flickering back and forth between your eyes, your nose, and soon, he stops at your lips. he licks his own, before turning away and gazing at your children. you sigh in soft adoration, the action he did was enough to send the babe in your belly and stomach into flips.

it was no secret that daemon wanted another son; after the birth of prince baelon, named after his late nephew and in a sheer decision to repair old amends with his king brother, he was enamored with his child. he was the epitome of what daemon had inspired to be; a faithful and loving brother to his sibling, and a bundle of joy that was the near opposite of what daemon was. to create something so good and so pure was evidence enough that maybe daemon could be salvaged.

he knew that this, this family – his family, was the one thing in the world that he vowed to uphold and protect, no matter the cost. he’d cross oceans, move mountains, and bring the kingdoms to heel with the help of his dragon-mount caraxes if that was what you needed.

“they’re sweet, aren’t they?” you say, following his gaze. he hums in agreement.

the funeral then moves to the inner halls of driftmark, where corlys velaryon and your aunt, rhaenys targaryen, had set a feast in remembrance of their late daughter. the food was delicious, an array of players of roasted pig, cakes, and fish been laid out. no doubt they were delicacies that were once enjoyed by laena velaryon. your seat was at the long table alongside the princess rhaenyra’s family, your fathers family, and your own.

the day had swiftly come to an end and everyone was confined to their chambers, or rather, they were supposed to be. it was no secret that aemond targaryen had disliked the obviousness of being without a dragon-mount. he, however, had the glorious idea of claiming vhagar as his mount. now riderless and unclaimed by someone of valyrian descent, the enormous beast had accepted aemond as hers.

this did nothing but enrage the velaryon twins. push had come to shove, and soon punches were being thrown. it was only through the intervention of the targaryen household guards and kingsguards, were the children separated. your children, unfortunately were caught in the crossfire trying to defend both aemond and rhaena. your poor children had no idea of the growing divide that grew between the children of alicent hightower and rhaenyra targaryen.

a knock had come to your chamber doors, one that interrupted the slow, passionate kisses that were exchanged between the near naked body’s of you and daemon. he pulls away from you and glares daggers toward the door.

“i thought we asked to not be disturbed?” he asks, his voice mixed with the edge of anger and annoyance.

“i’m sorry, my prince and princess, but it’s of grave urgency,” the steward responds behind the closed door, “i’m afraid it involves your children.”

the pair of you were quick to redress and make yourselves presentable. with the swing of the door and a bow of respect, you both followed the steward without another word.

that is when you met the other members of your family in the halls of hightide and you arrive before moments before rhaenyra. your children are quick to be by daemon and your side; daenys hugs you and baelon seeks refuge by daemon. a growing, red and purple welt had begun to swell on the full cheekbone of baelon. the fury that begins to grow in daemon is obvious.

you bend at the hip to the farthest your growing stomach will allow, your hands gently cupping daenys’ tear stained cheeks. her cheeks are flushed with pink and hair frays thick with sweat gather at her hairline. you feel your heart break as you feel her small body shudder.

“what happened? tell me the truth.” daemon asks gently as he kneels down to baelon’s level. the growing boy turns his head to glare at where the other children were gathered.

“aemond claimed vhagar as his mount, but baela said vhagar was hers to claim.” gods, the kids and their never ending desire to be a dragonrider. you were thankful your kids had mounts already, as your dragon myrax had laid a clutch of eggs that both hatched. “then jace and luke got involved.. then i tried to help defend aemond. it wasn’t right that they all attacked him.”

atlas, your son wasn’t a bully. a sigh leaves you and you hug your daughter tight.

then, the question comes to what would happen as a result of aemond’s eye. you release the hold from your daughter and approach the rapidly forming circle. you stand by your elder sister rhaenyra, your hand holding hers in support.

everything happens too fast. rhaenyra demands that aemond be questioned about where he learned to call her children bastards, alicent demands and eye for an eye, and soon, a knife is drawn by the queen and she makes a beeline for the crowned heir.

your eyes open wide in surprise, but you move forward quickly despite the pregnancy you bear, “no!”

again, a push comes to shove, and alicent shoves you to the side. you cry out as your body collides with the floor. somewhere along the fall, you hit your head. your children shout your name and rush to your aid, followed by their father. he kneels beside you, moving your hair from your face, eyes assessing the damage.

it’s then he notices the crimson liquid that slowly gathers then falls from your temple. your hand tenderly touches the spot and you grimace with pain.

he rises and moves to pull the queen away from rhaenyra, his eyes cold and his face hardened. the members of the kingsguard are confused as to who to protect; the king whose in the presence of a weapon, the queen who was just shoved by the rogue prince, or the named heir to the iron throne who was bleeding from her forearm. three important figures of the crown were in the crossfire.

criston cole, ever so faithful to his lady, ran to alicent’s side and stuck himself between daemon and his queen. daemon takes this as an invitation to draw his sword and the kingsguard, as well as the targaryen household soldiers, follow suit. your husband raises dark-sister and points it accusingly at alicent and her band of loyalists.

daemon wants a reason to have dark-sister meet criston coke – any reason, small or large, would’ve rid the targaryens of this rat.

“disarm him!”

the command is met with no response. no one knows who to defend, but your heart warms at daemon’s ability to single-handedly not care and care so much at the same time.

“you will not come into this hall and dishonor the very memory of laena velaryon,” he starts, voice low and thick with disdain. his lips curl back into a snarl, “and you will not bring my wife and my children into this feud.”

once his message seeps into the air; he pulls away and sheathes his sword, eyes locked onto the shocked expression that queen alicent wore, “you should remember your place, alicent. royal blood runs through our veins, you should do well to remember that you don’t have the same luxury.”

the comment causes a scoff to draw from alicent’s mouth.

daemon returns to your side and helps you to your feet. a maester comes, along with a rag and some needle in case the wound is needed stitches. he leads you away, arm wrapped around your back and the other supporting your weight as you hobble your way next to him.

“as soon as you are seen to, we and the children are leaving.”

and with a few stitches to close the wound, your face was rid of the blood that came. daemon, daenys, baelon, and yourself, packed your things and sent them home along with your household guards. the four of you, took your dragon-mounts to the sky and flew to dragonstone, where you shared the massive castle with your sister and her family.

despite warning alicent to not involve his family, you taking rhaenyra’s side and baelon’s actions in the squabble between the children had already chosen your fate and tied you to the blacks.

sooner or late, the war between the blacks and the greens would divide the targaryen family.

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen fanfic #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #my writing

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daemonsdivorcerock · 1 year

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THE HEIR WHO NEVER WAS || d.Targaryen

IN WHICH: a decade after the two rogues of house targaryen run away, they live a content life in pentos until they are invited to laena velaryon’s funeral on driftmark and are forced to reunite with their dysfunctional family.

REQUESTED: yes/no

PAIRING: daemon targaryen x fem!reader

AUTHOR’S NOTES: sequel to “taming of the shrew”. i advise that you read that first. also reader is described as having silver hair. meraxes, the dragon of the first rhaenys targaryen, is alive for selfish reasons/j. sorry if this is shit.

WARNINGS: incest (bucket loads), westerosi shenanigans, mentions of death, childbirth, children, daemon being daemon, otto hightower, maiming/bodily injury, angst, fighting, dysfunctional family, targaryen shit etc

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“THAT’S IT, PRINCESS, ONE MORE PUSH!” the young Pentosi midwife joyfully encourage, crouching at the end of a double bed, the white sheets tarnished with the crimson blood of the Heir Who Never Was.

(Name) panted, chest heaving. Sweat clung to her brow, eyebrows knitted, eyes closed and nose scrunched as her features contorted with pain. Her hands were occupied. One gripping Daemon’s alarmingly pale one in a vice-grip and the other holding her swollen baby bump.

“I AM PUSHING YOU CHILD-LOOKING CUNT!” (Name) shrieked hysterically. Daemon covered his mouth in a failed attempt to conceal his snicker, “DAEMON, SHUT THE FUCK UP! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! YOU ARE NOT BEDDING ME EVER AGAIN, YOU STROPPY SMALL-COCKED GIT!”

The room was soon filled with the loud set of shrieks that the whole castle could here. (Name) began to son happily as Daemon kissed her sweaty brow. “A boy, my Princess,” the midwife happily said, holding the naked, squirming, blood-stained babe in her arms.

“It is all over now, my shrew,” Daemon softy whispered, kissing her temple lovingly, “The babe is safe. He is healthy. He is kicking like a goat. Our son,”.

Minutes later, the Rogue Prince and the Shrew of King’s Landing sat on the bed, doting on their new son. The sound of subtle whispers, odd for their daughters, came from the corridor. The door softly opened, revealing their brood of silver-haired daughters in tow with a servant, Elaine.

“Come here, girls,” (Name) beckoned, smiling happily at her daughters, “Come and meet your younger brother,”.

Their eldest, Daenerys, was mature for an almost eleven-year-old and led her younger sisters. After an encounter in a brothel in the weeks leading up to Rhaenyra’s wedding to Laenor Velaryon, (Name) refused the Moon Tea from the Grand Maester and she hadn’t regretted it.

Daenerys was the eldest of now six children. Aemma, Rhaenys, Alyssa and Rhaella followed their eldest sister. “Girls, this is your brother,” Daemon said, holding three-year-old Rhaella on his lap, whilst five-year-old Alyssa climbed onto the bed with the help of nine-year-old Rhaenys.

Seven-year-old Aemma sat closest to (Name), doting on her brother. “This is Baelon,” (Name) told the girls, gesturing to the slumbering babe in her arms, fondling smiling at the sleeping baby boy.

The girls gushed over their new brother, each getting a turn to gently hold the babe. For none of them knew what the future held for them in the days coming.

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Laena Velaryon was dead. Set herself aflame after failing to give birth. The funeral was in to be held on Driftmark, as she had wanted. She’d left behind her husband, Ser Harwin Strong, and their twin daughters, Baela and Rhaena.

The funeral was teemed with tension and was a sombre occasion as Laena’s stone coffin was lowered into the sea. Laena’s mother Rhaenys looked devastated. Ten years it’d been since (Name) had seen her family. And much had occurred in ten years.

Alicent had bore her father two more sons, Aemond and Daeron. Rhaenyra had bore three sons, Jacaerys, Lucerys and the infant Joffrey, who were in no method possible Laenor’s biological children and had an, as Daemon put it, “entirely coincidental and unmarked resemblance to the Commander of the City Watch”.

After the initial funeral procedures, (Name) had noticed how the girls had made Baela and Rhaena smile a little and how her daughter Rhaenys had taken a shining to Aemond. Daenerys and Aemma were in deep conversation with Helaena. The interactions made her smile.

The girls had yet to meet their cousins, Jace, Luke and Joffrey. Or their aunt, Rhaenyra. Rhaella clung onto (Name)’s skirts, hiding behind the thick, black velvet of the dress’ material.

Baelon was a heavy sleeper, currently residing in his mother’s arms, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took and gave. She’d reunited with her cousins, Rhaenys and Corlys Velaryon, offering her sympathies for what happened to Laena.

As children and teenagers, (Name) had shared a sweet friendship with Laena, comforting her after the events at the Heir’s Tournament all those years before. They’d danced at the celebrations for Laenor and Rhaenyra’s wedding ceremony.

Her father looked terrible. His hair had thinned and he looked frankly horrible. Yet, he somehow gave his eldest daughter a smile. “(Name),” Viserys spoke. His voice sounded heavy as if it pained him to utter the word, “It is…good to you, my daughter,”.

(Name) gave him a half-curtsey, careful not to wake Baelon. “As it is equally good to see you, father,” she spoke, half-smiling, “Ten years. It certainly has been a long time,”.

Daenerys, Rhaenys, Aemma, Alyssa and Rhaella trailed behind their rogue of a father. “Brother,” Daemon greeted, “Time hasn’t been too kind on you,”.

(Name) thought he’d be upset but Viserys laughed slightly at Daemon’s comment. “These are your granddaughters,” (Name) said, “Daenerys, she is ten. Rhaenys is nine. Aemma is seven. Alyssa is five. Rhaella is three,”.

Viserys fondly smiled at each of his granddaughters. “They have their mother’s beauty,” the King mentioned. (Name) noticed how he’d visibly tensed at hearing Aemma and Alyssa’s names but smiled, “Is this my grandson, who cried a little during the precessions?”.

Daemon smirked. “His name is Baelon,” he casually mentioned, causing the king to visibly tense again, “After Father. He was born but three weeks ago,”.

“That was around the same time as when Joffrey was born,” a voice chimed in. Rhaenyra, with her sons,“Sister. Uncle. It is good to see you both again. And meet my nieces and nephew,”.

(Name) was elder than Rhaenyra by a year. Their relationship soured when Rhaenyra was named the heir to the Iron Throne, despite (Name) being Viserys’ eldest child. “Sister,” she smiled, “Those must be my nephews. Jace, Luke and…Joffrey, he’s inside, is he not? They will be good knights, so…Strong,”.

Viserys’ face blanched. Rhaenyra glared whilst the boys looked confused. “Do not take is as an insult, boys,” (Name) spoke in a manner that bordered on mocking, “It is good to be Strong, is it not, sister?”.

Daemon began to snicker. (Name) handed Baelon to Viserys, who held him in his remaining arm. (Name) sharply elbowed Daemon in the ribs, causing him to spill his cup of wine slightly.

Rhaenyra huffed, walking away to speak to Laenor. Luke followed Rhaenyra suit. Jace lingered. “Aunt,” he asked, catching (Name)’s attention, “May I ask you something?”.

“Of course, dear boy,” (Name) spoke, smiling at the brunette boy, “You may ask me whatever you wish,”

“Mother will not be honest with me about this matter…” Jace spoke, nervously fiddling with his fingers, “Am I a…bastard? Is Ser Harwin my father?”.

(Name)’s eyes widened in horror. Was Rhaenyra truly planning to put a bastard on the Iron Throne? She always knew her father was metaphorically blind, but not this blind. She was blatantly aware of her father’s favouritism to Rhaenyra. But she never knew it was this bad.

“Yes,” she spoke quietly, “I cannot believe your mother is not being honest about this to you. Harwin Strong is your father. Laenor is not your father. Nor is he Luke or Joffrey’s father. I am so sorry, dear boy,”.

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Earlier in the day, whilst Daemon was holding Baelon, (Name) found herself skulking around in black velvet after Laena’s casket had been lowered into the ocean.

“Hand turns loom…” the dreamlike voice of her younger sister, Helaena Targaryen, uttered, letting a spider crawl across the skin of her hand, “Spool of Red…Spool of Black…dragons of flesh…weaving dragons of thread,”.

(Name) crouched next to Helaena. “Sister,” Helaena greeted, smiling at her older sister, “May I tell you something?”.

The older woman smiled at her younger sister. “Of course, Hel,” (Name) spoke, “Anything,”.

As an infant, Helaena was restless and cried with her whole being unless she was held by (Name). “I have…strange dreams,” Helaena confessed, “And those dreams…become real as time goes on…do you think that is normal?”.

(Name) placed a hand on Helaena’s shoulder. “My dear Helaena,” she spoke, catching Helaena’s attention from the spider, “It is. You see…many years ago, before the fall of Old Valyria, our ancestor, Daenys, had a dream. She dreamed of the fall of Old Valyria two and ten years before it actually happened,”.

Helaena’s eyes widened, beckoning her sister to continue. “As Targaryens, we are known for our ability to ride dragons. Some Targaryens had the ability to dream of the future. Dragon Dreamers. I am a Dreamer, just like you. My sister, don’t ever let Aegon make you feel inferior without your consent. You are a marvel,”

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The sun was barely setting when she discovered a horrific sight. Otto Hightower, who’d been reinstated as Hand of the King, was roughing up Aegon, who was half-drunk and slumped against the wall.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, Lord Hand?” (Name) spoke, glaring at hole into Otto Hightower’s soul. Her voice had a frightening steeliness to it.

Otto bowed. She truly resented Otto, as a man and as Hand of the King. “Princess,” he greeted, “There is nothing to see here. I suggest you rejoin Prince Daemon inside,”.

She scoffed. “I would rather feed myself to Meraxes than listen to a word you have to say,” (Name) spat, folding her arms, “I know a few dragons who would gladly set you alight, akin to a torch. Caraxes, Meraxes, Vermithor and Silverwing, for instance,”.

Otto visibly tensed. He bowed and walked past her. “Sister,” Aegon drunkenly slurred, as (Name) heaved teenager up from the ground, “-Nice to see you again! I missed you!”.

“I missed you too, Egg,” (Name) smiled to the boy, placing his arm across her shoulders for support and guiding him up the stairs. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed, sweet Prince,”.

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It was the late evening when (Name) had been approached. The events following Laena’s funeral had been drastic. Young Aemond had claimed Vhagar as his mount, causing a fight between him, Jace, Luke, Daenerys, Rhaenys, Aemma, Baela and Rhaena.

It was an honest accident when Daenerys maimed Aemond and caused him to lose and eye. Alicent understood that. What she did not understand was that it was in defence of Jace and Luke’s legitimacy.

It’d blown up into a full-blown fight between Rhaenyra and Alicent, one of which had come at the other with a Valyrian Steel Dagger belonging to Aegon the Conqueror. (Name) had stepped in and gotten cut across the bridge of her nose.

There was a sharp knock at the door, catching both the attentions of the Rogue Prince and the Shrew of King’s Landing. “Enter,” (Name) spoke. The doors opened, revealing the visage of Otto Hightower.

Daemon blanched. “Lord Hand,” he bitterly spoke, “Have you come to darken our door for the ordeal earlier?”.

Otto sent a steely glare Daemon’s way, causing the Rogue Prince to mockingly smirk at him. “I have not, Daemon,” Otto spoke. Alicent stood behind him, guiltily staring at (Name), “I have come to speak to Princess (Name),”.

This caught (Name)’s attention, who was rocking Baelon softly in her arms, their daughters had since retired to the guest chambers with Baela and Rhaena hours prior. “Speak plainly, Lord Hand,” (Name) commanded coolly, briefly making eye contact with Ser Criston Cole, “What brings to you my chambers at this time of night?”.

“I believe we are…aligned,” Otto mused, adjusting the pin on his emerald-coloured lapel, making Daemon scoff, “In our beliefs in regards to the legitimacy of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons and the line of succession,”.

He was putting salt into the all the right wounds. (Name) was still evidently bitter about her younger sister being named heir over her and her plans to put her bastard son on the throne.

“My father is a fool,” (Name) confessed, softly stroking Baelon’s silver-coloured tufts of hair, “Nothing would change that. He is blind to the truth. Rhaenyra is his favourite child and nobody can deny that. He cannot accept the truth that Jace, Luke and Joffrey are bastards,”.

Otto smirked. “What if it did not have to be that way?” Alicent asked. This made (Name) glance at her stepmother, “What if another were to inherit the throne after the King’s passing?”.

“How would you like to be Queen, (Name)?” The Hand of the King quickly asked, making (Name) glance at Daemon, holding Baelon closer to her chest.

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daenerysies · 3 months

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“He’s always angry, but we haven’t done anything.”

“…but I have a crooked finger, just like Mama!”

“We were born here. Mama is our mother.”

“I do not wish to be different.” “Nor do I.”

“So let us be good sons and please those who love us, so they may forget what we lack.”

I’m never going to recover from this. Once again scenes were removed that would add to both boys characterizations, and we all know why. The scenes would make the audience realize how Aemond’s ‘I’m being bullied for not having a dragon :( I’m the real victim!’ storyline so fallible and easy to shatter in universe because it’s a completely normal occurrence for Targaryen’s. Aemond is not the first child to not have a dragon by the age of ten, the original conqueror’s, Baelon, Alyssa, Rhaenys, Laena, Viserys, Daemon, Aegon II, Helaena, etc. all claimed young or fully grown dragons somewhere between the ages of 11-18.

The only character that had the potential to be marketed as his biggest bully is his brother. They’re never going to convince me (and many others) that it was Rhaenyra’s sons who would ever go after another child for their lack of a dragon, especially given that they were almost surely taught that hatching a cradle egg is but one way for a Targaryen to have a dragon. Aemond felt lesser than his nephews due to the way Alicent was parenting him. She led him to believe that his nephews were bastards, that due to their blood they were beneath him, and this is what led to his inferiority complex. It makes more sense than the crock of shit the show runners decided to include in the show.

Rhaenyra and her sons were subjected to actual abuse and bigotry over the timeskip due to their gender and their blood, respectively. It very much makes me sick how they’re being treated by not only the show runners, but a decent portion of the audience as well. Bastardphobia is not cool or edgy. Looking down on someone because their parents weren’t married is vile. It falls into the same category as believing in blood supremacy. It’s 2024. Do better.

Jace and Luke will forever be Mama’s boys and are never beating the best brothers/sons allegations.

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aelenavelaryon · 4 months

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𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓲

Trigger warnings: childbirth, death, miscarriage, I think there is more but I can’t think of it.

Princess Rhaelle Targaryen came into the world on a dark night. Being the eldest gave Rhaelle more responsibility than her little sister and she was glad to take the weight of the crown from her sister.

Maester Gaellis wrote "princess Rhaelle took the role of a mother not only for her younger sister Rhaenyra but for her half siblings, prince Aegon, Aemond, Daeron and princess Helaena. The young princess loved her siblings all the same. Many believe it was the reason why she ascended to the Iron Throne without a fight or doubt" princess Rhaelle was what a queen should be and a great queen she was.

Queen Aemma had many still borns, miscarriages and babes who didn't make it pass the cradle. Only princess Rhaelle and princess Rhaenyra made it to adulthood. Princess Rhaelle lost her mother when she was only ten and three, leaving behind Rhaelle and her new born sister Rhaenyra as the only survivor that day.

Rhaelle knew she would never be a son. No king wanted their first born child to be a girl. A son was always what it was preferred and although her father loved her she would never be the son he needed. The son he had always wanted and the son he killed her mother for. King Viserys made a choice. He decided to name his eldest child his new heir after Daemon had spoken ill of Rhaenyra's twin, prince Baelon.

A few months after, her father the king married Alicent Hightower. Alicent's father had been hand of the king for a few years now and was serving under King Viserys' reign. Alicent and Rhaelle had been friends since both were young and were once closed friends. Rhaelle once believed she loved Alicent. Perhaps a part of her did as the two were each others first kiss and they never went anywhere without each other but after Alicent married her father nothing was ever the same and sadly it would never be the same.

Princess Rhaelle was set to marry soon as well. Laenor, her dearest cousin was soon to be her beloved husband. Laenor was a man with different taste than most men. One of the many things Laenor and Rhaella shared were their similar taste in men. While she married him knowing that perhaps they could never have children together it was a risk she was willing to take. But, to her and Laenor's surprise, she fell pregnant after their first attempt with a little help from Laenor's lover of course it worked.

Just a year after they married they welcomed twin sons into the world. Prince Monterys and prince Aethan Velaryon. Both boys were the epitome of Targaryen and Velaryon men. The boys grew up along side their aunt slash sister Rhaenyra. A year after they were born, their uncle, Prince Aegon was born to their grandfather king Viserys and his wife Queen Alicent.

Alicent had done her duty, perfectly. Princess Rhaelle stayed in King's Landing after much convincing on Laena's part. There were many rumors about Princess Rhaelle, Lady Laena and Prince Daemon. Maester Gaellis wrote: "princess Rhaelle found comfort in her good sister, the lady Laena Velaryon. Many said she replaced her friendship with Alicent with lady Laena's friendship" Laena had married her uncle Daemon and just as they were rumors about Rhaelle and Laena they were rumors about Rhaelle and her uncle Daemon.

Princess Rhaelle welcomed a son into the world nearly two years after her first born sons. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Many said he resemble princess Rhaenys with his dark brown locks and a few strips of white. Those strips of white were the only reason nobody could say they were bastards as princess Rhaenys had the same strips. Princess Rhaelle was always seen with Lady Laena who two years later after Jace gave birth to her twin daughters Baela and Rhaena. And just two moons after them Prince Lucerys was born to Princess Rhaelle and Laenor Velaryon.

Prince Lucerys was said to Princess Rhaelle's favorite son. Although she said she never had favorites the boy was soft, kind and gentle like his mother had once been. Despite Alicent's protests Princess Rhaelle spent a lot of time with her brothers and sister. Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron who was born a few days before Lucerys. Alicent could say no more about her "grandsons" appearance since her youngest and last son had her traits and not those of a Targaryen.

Alicent's children grew up loving their half sisters. Some would even said the young children saw Princess Rhaelle as their mother as Prince Aegon had taken to call her mother, even in the presence of his own lady mother and father. Laenor and Princess Rhaelle tried for a daughter, when they thought it didn't work she tried with Daemon who was her lover much like Laena was as well. The princess fell pregnant but he did not know who the father was. A few months later two baby girls were born. Princess Visenya looked like a Targaryen through and through. She was Daemon's daughter. Princess Alyssa was a Velaryon through and through. She was Laenor's daughter. Laenor loved both girls all the same as did Daemon.

Minutes after giving birth. Lady Elinda Massey entered the room where the princess had given birth. Elinda had been with Rhaelle for as long as she could remember. She trusted her with her life, she was her most trusted and loyal lady in waiting. "I'm sorry, Princess" she said with a sad tone. "The Queen has requested that the child be brought to her. Immediately" she said while looking at the floor. Rhaelle's smile quickly disappeared. "Why?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

Daemon, who was there grabbed his sword and headed to the the throne room where he knew the queen was alongside the king. Laenor, Corlys, and Rhaenys walking behind him. The doors opened and Daemon walked in like a man on a mission. He walked straight to the Queen. The King's guard held him back and they were struggling. "You make a demand like that again and I swear I will have your head and your father’s too!" he threatened.

The king and his hand and the people there were confused. "What is the meaning of this?!" Viserys asked. "This.. tyrant of a woman has ordered for Rhaelle's child to be brought to her minutes after being born" Rhaenys reply. "Rhaelle is the future queen and has just given birth. What type of request is that?" Corlys asked. "A woman of house Velaryon will not be treated in such way" Laenor said. The king and the people looked at the queen. "You dare! Rhaelle has just given birth and your order her to handle her new born child to you?!" he yelled making Alicent flinch. "Leave! You will be dealt with after I visit my daughter" she nodded and left.

Daemon watched as Alicent and her father walked off. He had a plan. He would make sure Rhaelle never went through that again. Never. Laenor would make sure of that as well.

(Not Edited) part two coming soon!

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jacespookiebear · 1 year

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.ೃ࿐ 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙪𝙡: 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4

summary : you are the youngest daughter of Viserys I Targaryen and Aemma Arryn. Outlived your mother and your older twin brother, Baelon, in childbirth. You were titled as Y/n “The Undying” Targaryen.

pairing : jacaerys velaryon x targaryen!reader

warnings : incest, tension, age gap (reader is 3-4 years older), jace is about a year older in this fic, misogyny, self-harm, violence, angst, teen pregnancy, birth, meraxes is alive and thriving with vhagar :D

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Lady Laena Velaryon had passed.

A sadden death to many, especially to House Velaryon. You had heard that she died by the hands of her dragon, Vhagar, rather than by child birth. Your Uncle, Prince Daemon, had to witness it. You frowned at the way he grieved during her funeral but you needed to remember that others have different ways of grieving and how qyou need to be there for your uncle and House Velaryon.

Though, Daemon wasn’t the only one who you needed to be there for. Jace was also grieving as well. Ser Harwin Strong had died in a sudden fire, along with the Hand Lord Lyonel Strong, in Harrenhal, on the same night they had arrived. Ser Harwin was dear to your sister, Rhaenyra, and her sons, and to you as well. He was nothing but ever so kind and made you feel safe around his presence. You did not want to cry but you could not help yourself, feeling Lysanna’s tug on your arms made you feel safe.

Daemon had laughed when they were reciting the eulogy during her farewell. He was a strange man from what you had witnessed. You watched from afar as he overlooked the sea. Without letting a sigh out—you held your breath as you walked towards him, only wanting to bring some sort of comfort to your dear uncle.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, uncle.” You slowly bowed your head, not wanting to look up at him but you did anyways, slowly. His eyes were already on you. The way he stared made you feel small in his presence, the way his eyes looked over to you, noticing your Valyrian features as he did so.

Daemon said nothing.

“It has been rather a long time since I had last saw you,” unable to stop your attempts, you walked closer to him. He continued to not say anything as he finally looked away. “It pains me that we had to reunite under these circumstances.”

With moments of silence, felt like eternity before at last, Daemon finally spoke, “It is true, what they say about you, the Realm’s Beauty.”

You felt yourself become warm at the sudden compliment, looking around to place your sight on—you saw your step-mother, whom looked back with disappointment, you were aware of her dislike of the Prince Daemon.

“Thank you, uncle,” you gave a small smile, “I hope to chat with you more.”

Daemon said nothing else, and nodded before he walked away. Your eyes never left the widowed man as he strode off but moments later, you found yourself near your young brother’s side. Lysanna was there as well, happily chatting with Aemond before Aegon had ruined it.

”We have nothing in common,” Aegon said with disgust, standing beside you, watching Helaena whisper to her long legged creatures she had found. Without much resistance, you gave him a soft punch in the side to force him to straighten up. You were told by Rhaenyra that Alicent had betrothed Aegon and Helaena, it was a way to show she rejected Rhaenyra’s proposal and it only crushed you to know Helaena will now have to suffer.

“You will respect her. She is to be your wife and bear your children!” you whispered and hoped no one could hear. There was no doubt that you had a few on-lookers who were watching you and Aegon. The younger prince sent you an annoyed look and nodded as if he will he listen to you.

“Our sister,” you started and he half-listened, “needs someone who will be able to at least do the minimum of honoring her.” you muttered, looking down at your feet as Aegon only scoffed. You cleared your throat in hopes of the tension to disappear, you decided it was best to move away but before you could, your brother forced you to look up at him by grabbing your jaw, the act made nearby guests look over—mainly your brother, your nephew, and Lysanna.

“Do you think you can manage?” he whispered, stealing a glance at your shocked expression. He watched knowingly as your confidence fades from your face at his comment. Replaced with fury and determination shining in your lilac eyes.

“Dear sister, you should remember,” Aegon continued as he did so, not bothering to care what the others might think of the scene. You quickly placed your hands on top of his, trying to pry him off. “You were once promised to me.”

You saw across the room, your nephew, who looked back at you with worry painted on his face. Jace started making his way towards the both of you, clearly with the intent of helping you until he was stopped by his mother. In mere seconds, you roughly shoved Aegon away, making him stumble. He did not care to look back as he almost tripped on his own feet.

“Wench! Another!” Aegon cried, continued stumbling while other guests watch with displeased looks. As you straighten your dress, you gave a smile to the guests—in hopes, that scene is now forgotten. Aemond shook his head in disappointment, and then his hand lightly held out for you. It’s only then that you realize that your young brother, Aemond, is trying to help you. Lysanna, quickly making you sit on the nearby bench and handing you water to help.

Aemond’s expression was confusing. He snuck a glance over his shoulder to give one last glance towards Aegon before staring at the sea. “I’ll handle Aegon soon,” he doesn’t look at you when he says this. You feel yourself tense at his words and you tried not to look shocked, instead you tried to seem strong for your lady-in-waiting and younger brother but it was much harder than you thought. “I promise, sister.”

You wanted to know his thoughts. Wondering what he is planning to get back at Aegon.

“It is alright, Aemond.” you smiled, confusion and sadness written all over Lysanna’s face. Aemond watched you try to reassure them that you were fine but they truly knew what you were feeling. It drove Aemond mad to the point he was shooting daggers at anyone who was peeking at you.

”I won’t let anyone hurt you.” that was all he whispered, he didn’t want anyone to hear what he had just said—including you and Lysanna.

You held tightly to Lysanna, who only hushed you to relax. She gently tangled her hand into your silver locks until you decided that you were okay and reluctantly, she let go and you made your way to Aemond.

“Listen, my sweet brother,” you softly kissed his forehead, he frowned. “forget what had happened.”

Aemond was still not convinced by your attempts, he honestly wanted to go up to Aegon and punish him for what he had done to you—Aegon publicly humiliated you. Your focus was soon taken off of Aemond and you see Vhagar with Meraxes, roaming the clouds as she wails sadly for her dead rider.

An idea popped in your mind, one that could certainly help your brother put his mind off what just happened, “Vhagar is now riderless,” you whispered, as you traced your fingers on his hands, “you should explore the island to find her and watch from afar.”

With the encouragement, Aemond became a little happy with what you said. Although, he couldn’t forget what had happened, he knew you wanted him to let it go but it was hard to—Aemond decided to drop it for now and nodded at your words. You placed a one final kiss on his forehead and watched him be on his way with Lysanna.

As for you, you decided to sit back down on the bench and look over at the crowd to ease your mind.

“What did Aegon do? I want the truth.”

Your nephew, slightly surprised you when he sat next to you. Jace gave you a stare—you tried so hard to avoid, you didn’t want to answer the young boy. Wanting to not give him any reaction but to no avail, you were tearing up.

“My Prince, it was a simple disagreement..it was nothing-..”

“I saw! He hurt you!”

“Don’t be foolish, Jacaerys. He was only whispering into my ear.”

Jace immediately grabbed onto your arm, squeezed it, he knew you were lying. He always knew whether you would tell the truth or not. “You don’t have to keep lying to me. I will always know.”

His tone sound determined but the look on his face told another story—he looked worried for you. You slightly shook your head and began picking at your skin to distract yourself, your skin became irritated by the minutes.

“I am fine, Jace.” you strongly assured, finally turning your head to face him, and gave him a sweet smile. “It is I, who should be worried for you.”

He did not answer back. You both sat there in silence, you didn’t know what else to say to help the atmosphere become better. It was dreary—like always.

”I saw you were with your cousins,” You slowly spoke up, watching the waves fall and rise with Jace looking at the same direction. As much as you tried to bring the mood up, Jace did not react.

“Mother only wanted for me to comfort them,” Jace claimed, you heard some annoyance in his voice as he said that. “I did not want to.”

The twins were continued to be comforted by their grandmother, Rhaenys—who mainly kept her focus on the girls during the whole funeral. It made you held sorrows for the girls—having to lose their mother at such a young age. It made you remember how you lost your own mother, and brother.

No…you did not lose them. You killed them.

“You should not be so cruel,” you answered as you took your attention off the girls. “It is likely that you will soon be betrothed to Princess Baela.”

Jace snapped his head to look at you, “What?!”

You only laughed at his reaction, “Yes! And then you both will marry and she’ll give you heirs to the Iron Throne.”

“I do not want to marry her!”

“But you must! My sister—your mother, would be a fool to not propose the idea.”

“If I marry her, it would be out of duty! Not out of love and never will be!”

Shocked—That was not the reaction you had expected. Jace did have a temper but it was rare when he would lash out on you. He let go of your arm with much force and stomp off as you called out for him to come back, wanting to just explain what you had meant and apologize. Though, you gave up.

Walking through the crowd, going unnoticed was particularly hard when guests would bow their heads to you or would try to talk. You were rather tired and wish to head inside the castle to rest. You were able to chat with your father before he decided to join you as well to head back inside the castle to also rest.

The cold air in your room nipped at your skin, but you were soothed by it.

Your handmaidens had started attending to you in your guest chambers that you share with Lysanna. They unlaced your black dress and helped you out of your corset while undoing your braided hair that was kept in a updo, naturally, your hair curled from the braids and it had looked very gorgeous on you. As they took off your underdress, you placed your precious rings by the bedside for safekeeping. The handmaidens put you in a silver nightgown that reached your knees and had extremely long silts on the sides of the gown, the chest area was lined with golden lace and a tied ribbon. As you thanked your handmaidens before watching them excuse themselves from your chambers, you were now underneath the covers of your bed that was facing the opposite direction to Lysanna’s bed.

The starry night sky outside the window had stolen your attention—you began to count each of the stars until you had the ability to fall asleep. You caught glimpse of a dragon roaming the skies once again, with your eyes squinted to see if you weren’t imagining it but you were right. The dragon was too big to be Sunfyre or Caraxes but too dark to be Meraxes or Dreamfyre.

It must be Vhagar having a nightly stroll, you thought. With a yawn, you began drifting into slumber. It felt like a quick nap until you were roughly shoved to wake up. From the sudden shove, you quickly opened your eyes to see your handmaiden, who looked rather scared. You had no time to react before she pointed to the hall for you to follow in pursuit.

Shoeless and robeless, you ran down the halls with your handmaiden leading the way before you stood in front of the great throne room of Driftmark castle, everyone was up, including the King.

“There she is—the Princess! I am sure she knows what had happened.”

“You dare accuse my daughter? She certainly had no part in this!”

Under the eyes of the people in the room, you felt naked in front of them. Wearing nothing but your nightgown.

Queen Alicent stared over to you, a frown upon her face “My dearest,” you were unaware of what was happening before Rhaenyra held onto your shoulder, protectively, as she glared at the Queen.

You look to see your nephews, holding onto each other—bloodied and frightened. The sight almost put tears in your eyes while your mind was racing with so many worries before you had turn to see Aemond, who was seated on a chair, with a wound that was stitched on his left eye. At the mere sight, you feel eyes widened and you immediately cried out,

“Aemond!” you yelled in shock and quickly ran to your brother’s side. Panicked, certainly, you looked at his stitches while your brother refused to face you. There was shame across his features as he said nothing to you. “What has happened to my brother?! Tell me who done this to the Prince?!”

“Ask your nephews, sweetheart.” Alicent had said, her voice full of sorrow as she glared at them from across the room. Looking across the room, you saw your nephews continuing to cling to each other. Their injuries were nothing compared to your brother’s but still, you couldn’t help but give them a sadden look, you were still worried for them. “They were the ones who permanently damaged your brother.”

“Surely…there’s must be a misunderstanding, my Queen..”

You did not have time to defend your nephews before Alicent grasped your shoulders. The gasps of the audience falling on deaf ears. You were forced to look inside the Queen’s desperate eyes.

“Have you encouraged Aemond to mount that creature? Speak the truth! The whole of it!” she shouted, pleadingly. You winced from the tight grip she had on you.

“I have no idea what you’re implying!” you said with confusion. Rhaenyra wanting to come to your rescue but quickly, Lord Corlys stopped her.

”Alicent! Let go of my daughter at once!” The King ordered, the Queen held her eyes upon you before she had finally let go of you. She began realizing what she had done to you, and softened her gaze before trying to soothe you by holding you into her arms. Whispering in your ears that she did not mean to hurt you and how she only wanted your piece of the truth.

“The Princess had nothing to do with it, cousin.” Lysanna quickly came to your defense. She absolutely looked petrified but tried staying strong—only for you. Her expression filled with emotions that it broke you into pieces.

“It is the truth.” Aemond added, he lied. For you.

As questions were asked, the children only started to shout many things:

“They attacked me!”

“He attacked Baela!”

“He broke Luke’s nose!”

“He stole my mother’s dragon!”

“He was gonna kill Jace!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I only wanted to see Liz!”

“SILENCE!” your father yelled, it echoed through the halls and it immediately shut everyone up. You all stood there—not knowing what to do or say. Your father turned to order Lysanna to speak of what happened.

With a nod, you let go of Lysanna as she was forced to be the center of attention, Alicent had kept herself nearby, wanting the truth so desperately.

“Aemond and I had came across Vhagar as we explored the island,” Lysanna explained, she clinged onto her fur coat as she spoke, “Aemond was successful on bonding with the large dragon, he wanted me to come along on dragonback. When we came back, the children were there, waiting for us…it was unfortunate, many harsh words were said..but it happened so quickly..I couldn’t do anything except watch.”

Once Lysanna had told what she had witness (though, you believed she left out very important details in hopes to protect the boys.) She stayed by your side, clasping her hand into yours, you felt her palm laced in sweat. She was nervous.

“Aemond called us…bastards.”

You froze. You turned to look at your nephew. He separated himself from Luke while staring in your eyes. You didn’t know what to say.

“Jace..” Rhaenyra cautioned and gently pulled him by his shoulder and brought him close.

Stunned silence filled the crowded room and you feel yourself struggle to process what Jace had said. You analyzed your nephews—Luke had blood covering his face, dried tears had stained his cheeks. Your poor nephew clouding your mind, the sweet child is the youngest out of everyone and yet had to hear those words from your brother.

Aemond flinched at the way your father spoke to him. He stared back at you, but he didn’t say anything, he knew you were disappointed in him. The expression on him was filled with shame when you turned away.

“You tell me, Boy. Where did you hear this lie?” Viserys demanded, Aemond only continued to sit in silence, “I asked you a question. Aemond, Look at me.” you winced at the way your father tried to pry the answer out of your brother, “Your King demands an answer. Who spoke these lies to you?”

He was hesitant to answer, looking over to his mother for help but quickly Viserys followed his gaze. Not only seconds later, Aemond finally answered,

“It was Aegon,” Aemond responded, “Right after he had put his hands on the Princess Y/n, as a fit of rage.”

Even if you were enraged with Aemond right now, he still kept his promise.

He was going to protect you. No matter what.

“What? Me?”

Aegon was baffled by the way Aemond quickly lied and threw him under the bus.

King Viserys limped his way towards Aegon—absolutely disgusted by what he was told. You had not expected the many eyes that were placed on you once again. But after hearing about the Prince assaulting you, it was to be expected. They had witness the developing bruise that was on your jaw and neck.

“And you, Boy?” Viserys seethed, his words filled with venom. You felt your hands tightly clinged to Lysanna’s. “You dare lay your filthy hands on my daughter? Your elder sister?” Viserys fumed, Aegon had avoided his fury gaze, avoiding to answer the King for what he had done to you. “And where did you hear such calumnies?…Aegon! Tell me the truth of it!”

In mere seconds after Viserys had yelled once again, Aegon was forced into spilling, but it was clear that he was nervous from the way he flinched,

“We know, father,” Aegon responded, “we all know..just look at them.” he turned to give your nephews a look of disgust, one that you would not forget.

Rhaenyra sighed as she comforted her young boys from the embarrassment that was laid upon them. You stared at your feet and felt someone hold your hand. Looking to your side, it was your nephew, your instinct had you quickly burying him in your embrace. A desperate sigh left your lips. Jace laid his head on your chest and held onto your waist, protectively. Even if the tension in the room became thicker because of what Aegon said, he tried his best to seem strong. His eyes filled of rage while they wondered on Aegon and Aemond.

Everything had come to a simmer when Viserys announced, desperately:

”This interminable infighting must cease, all of you! We are a family! Now make your apologies and show good will to another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!”

Alicent tiredly scoffed and began pushing even more, “That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. “Good will” cannot make him whole.”

Viserys turned around and looked at her, “I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye.”

“No, because it had been taken.”

”What would you have me do?” Viserys asked, exhausted.

“There is a debt to be paid.”

You watched eagerly as Alicent argue with the King. If you had not known what Aemond had spurred out then you would’ve understood the Queen and her frustrations. But your brother had accused your sister’s family. Serious accusations that could have them all killed.

A silence overtook the room once again and your eyes trained over to Alicent. She looked over at Rhaenyra.

“I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

The crowd all collectively gasped.

Aemond looked towards your nephew. Jace’s heart pounded against his chest. Instinctively, wrapping your arms around your nephew, you held him close as you moved to stand in front of your other nephew, Luke.

“My dear wife,” Viserys’ eyes widened at her suggestion.

”He is your son, Viserys. Your blood!” Alicent sobbed.

Viserys walked towards her, “Do not… allow your temper to guide your judgement.” He warned, but it could not reach Alicent.

“If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will.” She insisted, “Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” She ordered, mercilessly.

Luke panicked. You could see the fear in your sister’s eyes as she threw her sons, Lysanna and yourself behind her, as a way to protect all of you. You gave Lysanna a look of pure shock as she returned with the same look on her face as well. You both were still under the confusion of what is happening right now. Lysanna never knew this side of her cousin, Alicent.

“He can choose which eye to keep,” Alicent decided, “a privilege he did not grant my son.”

Rhaenyra sharply maintained her composer, “You will do no such thing.”

”Stay your hand.”

”No! You are sworn to me!” Alicent commanded.

Ser Criston muttered, with the intent of following orders from his Queen, “As your protector, my Queen.”

“Alicent, this matter is finished. Do you understand?” Viserys asked, firmly. Alicent returned the look back to him, figuring. “And let it be known, anyone whose tongue dares to question the brith of the Princess Rhaenyra’s children shall have it removed.”

“Thank you, Father.” your sister gratefully expressed , nudged the four of you to head to your chambers. Suddenly you heard screams of your youngest nephew. Frantic voices, terrified eyes, witnessing Alicent making her way towards you and your family. You came into view, trying to protect your family from the Queen until you were roughly shoved,

“Hold your approach—!”

”Do not, Ser Criston!”

You were now being shielded by Lysanna who faithfully moved her arm before you from Ser Criston who had tried to come after you, it seems, but your uncle caught on what the sworn knight was trying to do and immediately protected you by holding off Ser Criston. You panicked as Rhaenyra forcefully pushed Alicent back. The Queen had a blade in her hand. The same blade that your father had shown you many times since you were just a babe. A blade passed down from the Conqueror himself.

“You have gone too far.” Rhaenyra urged.

Alicent fought back, she looked exhausted, like she had finally snapped, ”I? Have I done? But what was expected of me? Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law…as you flout all to do as you please.”

“Alicent! Let her go!” your father’s demands fell on deaf ears.

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again. You have poisoned my sweet cousin’s mind, took off with my daughter, and now you take my son’s eye, and to even that, you feel entitled.” Alicent continued.

Rhaenyra felt twisted at those words and only showed more authority.

”Exhausting, wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness.” your sister had whispered something that you cannot hear nor the people in the room. Once the two finally separated, the slice of the sword echoed in the room, you and Lord Corlys had immediately caught your sister before she could stumble, everyone all watched in fright as blood dripped from Rhaenyra’s arm.

The blood was as red as the color of your gowns, the gowns you wore of pride and honor to show loyalty to your house.

Once the weapon fell to the ground, Alicent had realized, she had hurt the Princess.

Your brother got up from his seat and made his way towards his mother, “Do not mourn me, mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye but I gained a dragon.”

The words were now forever embedded into your head. Your face broke at the fact that this whole thing was mainly your fault.

If you had not encouraged your brother to the point that he took the liberty of even approaching the huge beast,

then his eye wouldn’t be gone, the question of your nephews’ parentage wouldn’t have finally been answered,

and the last essences of what bond the Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent had, was gone.

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On the day after, you had spoken only a few words. You were mute. Lysanna tried desperately to help you out of your mood, but you continued keep your head down and your lips were shut while in front of the vanity as she did your hair. Even when she let your nephews in the chambers, instead of quickly embracing them and giving them a bright smile, like always, you did not turn your head to greet them.

Luke turned to look at you with worry, tissues shoved up his nostrils. Jace’s forehead stained with dry blood while having bruises scattered around his face. You could not face them. You knew you caused it all. Your guilt was eating you up from the inside. You wanted to just curl up in a ball and sink in the tub.

“Please don’t be sad, auntie,” Luke frowned, as he placed his head on your lap, worriedly. “It hurts me to know I am the cause of your misery.”

With your eyes watery, you bit your lip in shame. You pet his head, gently, while you still kept your head from looking anyone in your chambers. You desperately hushed your nephew to not cry, you wish to be strong for Luke so you continued to keep your composer.

Lysanna startled once seeing her cousin, the Queen, enter the chambers, unannounced. She looked panicked and nervous from what you could see in the vanity mirror. Lysanna, protectively, stayed by Jace’s side as you strengthen your grip on Luke.

The Queen cleared her throat as she played with her fingers, refusing to make any eye contact with the young Velaryon princes who were staring over at her, “I wish to speak with the Princess,” she quietly explained herself, “if that is alright..”

“Liz, please escort the princes to their mother,” you ordered, with a gentle tone and Lysanna only nodded and took Luke’s hand before leading the boys out of your chambers.

“What is it that you wish to speak of, my Queen?”

“Please…my dearest, I only wish to see if you’re well-“

“I am feeling well,” you spoke over her, without turning your head to acknowledge her. “if that is all then you may go.”

You saw her from the mirror that her frown only appeared sadder, she eagerly scratched her hands from anxiousness while not making a move to leave. It irritated you to the point you wanted to yell at her to leave.

“Rhae-“ Alicent stopped herself quickly from finishing what she was about to say, she looked disappointed. You wanted to know what she was gonna say though, she looked like she regretted it.

You gotten up from your seat and made your way towards her, she took a step back from how close you were.

“Do you understand what you had committed last night?!” you frustratedly shouted, “You had hurt the heir to the Iron Throne and even attempted to take my nephew’s eye! You have gone mad!”

As she stood still, she muttered under her breath, “Nothing I could say would fix what had happened but I do feel guilt, I really do. I was exhausted and shouldn’t have hurt the Princess.”

You continued to look at her with disgust and anger. Alicent wanted to win your favor back, it was clear by the way she wished to have you in her arms, she wished to relive the memories where you were a child and begged for her warmth, where you would sleep in her bed many times, where you would always sit by her side after feeling lonely.

“My eldest daughter…” Alicent pleaded, you could not describe what emotions you wanted to show and what emotions you wanted to hide.

“But I am not your daughter,” you started, she looked shocked at your words, you ignored her, “why do you try to convince yourself—everyone around us, that I am?!” You asked, bitterly.

Tears ran down her cheeks, she looked so scared, “You are my miracle,” she promised, “once you were born, I made a promise, to you, to your mother, to the King, that I would see you only as my own.” Alicent sniffled, you looked so heartbroken from once she mentioned your late mother. “You are nothing but my eldest daughter and I will continue to see you as that.”

“You were something close I had to a mother…” you muttered, your voice was betraying you. It was cracked and your step-mother had only tried to reach out for you but gently, you shrugged off her touch and she quickly retrieved her hands. “Even if I see you as a mother, it does not take away what you had done last night. You and your father made sure that our house is forever split into two!”

“We could savor the bond! It is not too late, my dearest-“

“And what bond of there is left?!” you angrily shouted, “you had shattered the last remaining of it.”

“I am sure I can savor it,” she assured, panicked, “once I have, then, you can come back to King’s Landing!” she gave you a reassured smile, more like she wanted to reassure herself than you.

You scoffed at her words.

She kept pushing, “You could pick whom to take to wed. Or I could annul the betrothal of Helaena and Aegon, you could marry Aegon and be his Qu-“

You audibly gasped at her words and cut her off before she could finish, “My Queen, have you not heard?! Have you not remembered what he had done to me? To Liz? To Helaena? To the handmaidens? How could you love me and yet want to see me suffer!?”

She seemed to search desperately for a response, “You and Aegon are a far better match! You are among the only ones who could help him become stronger,” she defended, missing your point entirely.

“I am already betrothed.” you spit out. You spurred out anything that has come to mind, a lie. A lie that could have you punished heavily for it.

It was Alicent’s turn to gasp, she look shocked. Shocked from how she did not know this.

“This…”, she turned away from you as she spoke quietly, “..this cannot be…”

“To whom?”

You weren’t prepared for that question. You did not know who to say. It was too late. You gulped before answering,

“To the Prince Jacaerys Velaryon.”

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starogeorgina · 5 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

Warnings: Hints of violence, character death, swearing

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × OC

1.11

As you stand atop the hill of Rhaenys, watching as the masses are hurled like cattle towards the red keep, you hear the distant roar of a dragon approaching. The sky darkens as Vhagar swoops in from above, her dark scales glistening in the sunlight. It was hard to believe that the she-dragon was once ridden by Queen Visenya Targaryen during Aegon’s conquest, and after she died of a sudden illness, Prince Baelon Targaryen was the legendary dragon's next rider, followed by the late lady Laena Velaryon. A war-hardened dragon such as Vhagar deserves better than to be ridden by a kinslayer.

As you witness the dragons finally land on top of another hill, a feeling of anger begins to burn inside of you. You think about all the lives lost, all the families torn apart, and all the destruction that has been wrought upon House Targaryen. Your heart aches with grief and rage, and you vow to do whatever it takes to protect your remaining children.

As the chaos around you subsides, you feel a wave of exhaustion and grief wash over you.

Aeron, Harys, Aegon, Lucerys.

The weight of the losses your family has suffered, including the destruction caused by your own brother—your husband—becomes almost too much to bear. You collapse to the ground, tears streaming down your face as you mourn for the lives lost and the damage done.

Aeron, Harys, Aegon, Lucerys.

You mount Dallax and fly closer to the keep. As you continue to witness the coronation about to start taking place in the carriage that Aemond would be in, your rage begins to consume you. You can no longer see reason or think clearly, and all you can focus on is your desire for revenge against Aemond, which overtakes all logic.

As you contemplate the weight of the news, a dark thought begins to take hold in your mind. The memory of your firstborn son, lover, and nephew being killed by your husband, the new ‘king’, floods your thoughts. He had taken everything from you, including the life of the only person who would truly understand your pain, the only person who would be able to reason with you.

Dallax circles the castle a few times, letting out deafening roars and belching plumes of fire that set the empty grounds below ablaze, and before your mind fully comprehends your next instructions, you direct Dallax towards the part of the castle where Aemond’s quarters are and utter the words no dragon rider should say so easily.

“Dracarys.”

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You arrive at Dragonstone, where your sister's army is waiting outside, ready to sacrifice their lives fighting for their queen.

The silence is eerie, and the only sound you hear is the gasps of those who see you walking through the hallways with dirt, ash, and blood covering your clothes, face, hair, and body as you make your way towards the chambers of the painted table. Hopefully Rhaenyra would be there so you could confess the outrageous act of war you had just committed. When the wind begins to blow harshly, the smell of smoke and death fills your nostrils, making you gag. You try to push forward, continuing your search for Rhaenyra.

As you approach the door to the room, you see two knights guarding it, one of them being Ser Erryk. Soon as the knight notices you, he swings the door open and calls for Prince Daemon, announcing your arrival.

As you wander through the room, you start to notice that nobody standing around the painted table can make eye contact with you. Lords avoid you, and even Princess Rhaenyes and Lord Corlys seem to be shying away from you. You start to feel a sense of unease and wonder what has happened in your absence.

A lump forms in your throat, and your voice begins to crack as you try to speak. Tears flow down your face uncontrollably as you struggle to maintain your composure.

“Empty the room!” Daemon barks before coming to stand in front of you, "Theodora."

Your words turn to sobs as you explain everything that happened to the best of your ability. “It’s my fault they’re dead,” you croak. “I tried to save Lucerys; I did; I tried to reach him in time."

Overwhelmed by emotion, you fall to your knees and continue to cry. You feel a deep sense of despair and desperation; the only thing keeping you from completely losing your mind was the need to hold and comfort your daughters. Your body shakes with sobs, and you feel helpless and lost.

Daemon crouches down in front of you and tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “When word of what happened at Storm’s end reached Dragonstone, Rhaenyra immediately left to search for her son's body, but fishermen recovered a boy from the sea, a boy they swear they saw fall from the sky before his dragon crashed into the water.”

You can hardly believe what you're hearing. After all the devastation and loss, the news that your nephew may survive brings a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness. But you know it’s nothing more than your mind playing tricks on you; Lucerys was dead. You saw him die.

“He unbuckled his belt and leaped from Arrax, but Lucerys has been unconscious since he was brought home. He still may not survive.”

Tears roll down your cheek. “He’s alive?”

Daemon nods slowly.

“My son? Is he alive?"

“He is, princess.”

You fall forward and let out a loud wail. Aeron was alive; you’d get to see your sweet boy again. “Thank the gods." You notice tears forming in Daemon’s eyes when you lean back again. “And Aegon?”

“Badly wounded, he used his body to shield—Aeron.”

You scramble to stand again, but the pain in your stomach prevents you from doing so. Daemon offers you his hand to help you stand. “How bad is it?”

“The maesters say it’s pretty severe on one side.”

You wipe your eyes, smudging the soot on your face. “I need to see Aeron and my girls. Where are they?”

“I think it would be best if you bathed first.”

Exhausted, you huff, “I do not care about my appearance, uncle; I just want to see—”

“And you will,” he says, cutting you off. Daemon calls two servants in, ordering them to prepare your bath and to summon the maester. “Trust me, you need to bathe and be seen by a maester first.”

“No, I need to see my children, then, Aegon.”

“Aegon is at high risk of infection; they won’t allow you to see him in this state." Although his tone is harsh, there’s a hidden pain behind Daemon's eyes. “Your children will be scared if they see you like this.”

“I need to see them before talking to Rhaenyra.”

Daemon steps closer to you, letting out a deep sigh. “You can explain setting parts of the red keep on fire once you’ve seen them and been checked by a maester.”

Reluctantly, you agree.

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The prince consort grits his teeth as he stares at the table in front of him. How many of these houses would change their allegiance now that they knew what Aemond was capable of? The lords and ladies of Westeros would say whatever it took to save their people. Not that the prince blamed them; deep down, he knew he’d commit any sin or break any oath to protect his family.

“You didn’t tell her.”

Hearing the hints of a scalding tone in Princess Rhaenys’s voice, Daemon clicks his tongue. “No, I didn’t.”

“She will find out one way or another.”

“I am aware,” he says sharply.

Rhaenys has been the voice of reason many times during council meetings; however, the princess wasn’t shy about calling others out, and now wasn’t the correct time to approach the prince, not when he was trying to figure out the blacks next move.

“Why did she need a maester?”

Daemon turns to face her, the look on his face making it clear he was already disinterested in the conversation. “The princess—”

“The princess?” Rhaenys chuckles. “What was it called her before? An insufferable Hightower cunt, I believe?”

“That was before she sacrificed the life growing inside her to try and save Lucerys.” He looks over Rhaenys shoulder and watches as the sun dips below the horizon. “Theodora’s bump is gone, and as she doesn’t have the child with her, I'm presuming the babe died. So I thought it was best not to say anything until she’s seen by the maester.”

As Daemon’s words sink in, a fleeting smile forms on the older woman's lips. It's rare for anyone to see the prince's softer side, let alone in the midst of such turmoil and tragedy. But Daemon showing sympathy to a girl he once considered an enemy was a reminder that not all is lost. Although not for a second did she envy him, as shortly Prince Daemon would need to inform his young niece that her daughter and sister were dead.

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That promo shows that the writers even have team black minsunderstanding their characterization.

“They’re usurpers. Were the rightful heirs”

-Rhaenyra literally committed treason and forfeited her title when she gave birth to a white bastard child and tried to pass him off as her black husbands. Bastards can’t inherit anything.

“We do things the right way”

-when there is literally Daemon on the team.

-Killing Rhae Royce was the right thing?

-Groping your niece in public so you can ruin her reputation so the only one left to marry her is you.

-Wanting to have your baby brother tortured after your child just maimed him.

-Being smug and gloating at your big age because you see that your father cares nothing for his wife and children/your half siblings.

-Suggesting to actually kill your husband, only to have an actual murderer talk you know just faking it?

-Killing an innocent, to fake that death.

-Fleeing Kings Landing, doing nothing on Dragonstone. While letting Alicent and Otto to do all the work and successfully rule the seven kingdoms. Then coming back and insulting the people who are doing your job/

-USURPING THE BLOOD VELARYONS WITH YOUR BASTARD STRONG SON. CORLYS ALLOWING THIS TO HAPPEN TO HIS BLOOD FAMILY BECAUSE HE VALUES HIS OWN REPUTATION, EGO AND NAME OVER HIS FAMILY’S THOUSANDS YEARS OF HISTORY, BLOOD, SWEAT AND TEARS. “The old, the true, the brave” I think not

-Beheading Vaemond because he wasn’t standing for that shit.

-Blood and fucking cheese. The murder of babies. One of the foulest things to happen in the entire series. Up there with the abandonment, Rape and murder of Elia Martell and her babies and 11/12 year old Jeyne Poole being given to Petyr Baelish to be sold at his brothel.

“We seem like more of a family”

“Everybody gets on with each other”

-Daemon celebrated the death of Aemon and Baelon, then stole Baelon’s egg

-Rhaenys has disliked Rhaenyra since she was 14.

-Laena was a second choice and knew this all of her marriage. Daemon kept her from her family until she died.

-Daemon ignored his own child because she didn’t have a Dragon.

-Rhaenyra wanted to murder Laenor.

-Rhaenys ignored Rhaenyra’s sons, had nothing to do with them, never agreed to pretend to be their Grandmother, didn’t support Lucerys being the heir of Driftmark and only spoke in favor of him because she was backed into a corner and she also tolls in the service of men…

-Rhaenyra didn’t tell Corlys and Rhaenys their son is actually alive.

-Corlys and Rhaenys think they murdered their son. Rhaenys’a dislike is now a hatred

-Baela peaced the fuck out after that freaky Valyrian wedding and barely knows those people, especially her betrothed/stepbrothers.

-Rhaenyra’s sons are treated like royalty but Rhaena who is still hungering for her father’s attention, approval and affection is basically a glorified hostage to keep the Velaryons in line and is a servant to Rhaenyra. They have a formal where we only see Rhaena refer to her as “Princess” and “My Queen”. She seems to have no thoughts other than to serve “Her Queen”

-Daemon and Rhaenyra never gave Rhaena a new egg, yet they keeps finding eggs for each of their new pure Targaryen babies they keep having. He never took his daughter to see if she could claim one of the many at the Dragonmont. If he did why does she light up at the possibility of unclaimed dragons being used in the war? Free Rhaena

-Rhaenyra never told her son’s who their actual father is . Jace asks her and she gaslights him. She sends Luke on a mission and tells him that he has “Baratheon blood from your Grandmother Rhaenys” the boy dies with that lie being one of the last thing is mother told him even though he too knows Harwin Strong is his father. Rhaenyra doesn’t even offer him a “I’ll tell you about your father when I see you again” like Ned told Jon. Rhaenyra had no intentions of EVER telling them

-After they murdered his brother, Corlys was ready to abandon Rhaenyra, Daemon and those bastards and go back to Driftmark with Rhaenys and his real Grandchildren BUT Rhaenys reminded him that the girls are stuck with the Strong boys.

These people just seem like they just act in scenes yet they don’t actually watch the episodes to see the story come together. Either that or they’ve bought into their character’s superiority complexes. For the Team Black actors to have such a basic black and white, good vs bad outlook and understanding of their characters and see even their worst actions as good, is bad. The writers have failed to show the moral grayness of the book.

Everyone should see this post. it's just great. nothing to say 🤝🏼

#hotd #anti team black #houseofthedragon #pro team green #team green #the greens #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #daemon targaryen

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Guys, now we're going to laugh. I've seen some debate online regarding how Jaehaerys would feel about Alicent and Viserys marrying. Some people write quite persistently that Jaehaerys would have approved of such a marriage and in general he loved Alicent like a daughter, and even more than his real daughters.

Firstly, about that Jaehaerys mistook Alicent for his daughter. Jaeherys had senile dementia and he no longer recognized the people around him. Anyone could have been on Alicent place; Jaehaerys still confused someone else with Saera.

Secondly, let's look at marriages among the descendants of Jaehaerys. Initially, he planned to betroth his heir Aemon to Daenerys, and after her death to Alyssa. And he really would have done it if not for Alysanne's intervention. As a result, Jaehaerys approved the marriage of his heir to Lord Baratheon's sister, who was half Velaryon from her mother side. There is no need to write about Baelon and Alyssa. Before Vaegon was sent to the Citadel, Jaehaerys did not consider any other candidates for the role of Vaegon's wife, except for one of his sisters. Daella married Lord Arryn. Of the three young men from Saera's inner circle, two were heirs, and one was a young lord. If the king had never found out what his daughter was doing, he would have allowed Saera to marry one of these young men. Viserra was betrothed to Lord Manderly. Rhaenys married Lord Velaryon, and Viserys's wife was the daughter of Lord Arryn, and she was half Targaryen. Daemon married a woman without Valyrian blood, but Rhea was the only heir to the Runestone and had a large dowry.

And now we are to believe that Jaehaerys would approve of the king's marriage to Alicent, a woman without Valyrian blood, the niece of a lord, the daughter of a landless knight, who are completely dependent on the will of Lord Hightower? Not to mention that Laena Velaryon exists. Great-granddaughter of Jaehaerys, rider of the oldest and largest dragon in the world, daughter of Lord Velaryon, whose mother and brother are also dragonriders. A marriage between Viserys and Laena would unite the bloodlines of Jaehaerys' favorite sons, Aemon and Baelon.

Jaehaerys would never have approved of Viserys' marriage to Alicent, given the fact that the marriage produced a sullen and lustful slacker, a stupid and hot-tempered psychopath (who was a cheap version of Maegor), and a "gentle", "polite" and "daring" terrorist and war criminal.

#team black #anti team green #i mean only the book #not hotd #jaehaerys targaryen #king jaehaerys #asoiaf #fire and blood #Alicent was never a worthy match for a king

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visenyaism · 2 months

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If the King Visenya Dance ends with Rhaenyra on the throne, who’s crowned after her? Just curious no worries if you haven’t thought about her?

Does Aegon IV still exist since Viserys was sent to Lys?

no i have a outline for this very silly conflict. buckle up under the readmore this is barely hinged and deeply unserious

so.

- Queen Rhaena (the lesbian) dies, names Saera as her successor at the last minute which no one wants to honor.

- Starts with Rhaenys on dragonstone, Baelon in KL, and Saera in Volantis headed to KL.

- Baelon still gets appendicitis and dies pretty early but everyone thinks it’s some kind of treachery.

- The war officially starts when Damon Targaryen runs into Corlys at Riverrun, trying to negotiate a betrothal between his daughter and some Muppet to back Rhaenys for the throne. fresh off of losing his father and currently consolidating support for his brother, Daemon wants someone to blame and kills Corlys.

- Daemon and Aegon (Viserys I) try to jump Rhaenys at Rook’s Rest, but she gets her way out of the trap and manages to take down Aegon’s dragon and severely injure him in the process. Aegon goes back to KL to rule and protect his daughter Rhaenyra, Daemon spends the rest of the time flying around the riverlands and lighting stuff on fire.

- while all of this is happening, there’s also an extended naval conflict between the Targannister faction, which exists, Viserra has a dragon(this is my mind palace i make the rules) and the Saera chaos faction. Two battles there:

1. combined Greyjoy/Triarchy chaos faction, almost successfully take Casterly Rock while Viserra is down by the gullet and little Jaeson (lol) tries to flee on his dragon at which point Saera’s daughter Aerea takes him down. However he just barely survives even though he loses his dragon, and the last man ended up killing Aerea, who is pinned down in enemy territory in the keep.

2. While trying to break the Triarchy blockade of the Gullet for her nephew who holds King’s Landing, Viserra and Saera have a dragon fight. Balerion is old and slow and unwieldy: takes a few scorpion bolts meant for Vermithor and goes down. Viserra and a severely injured Vermithor go down as well, some historians argue she was trying to save her drowning sister. Who knows.

- With both other factions, looking pretty bad, Rhaenys takes King’s Landing: Aegon (Viserys I) dies here, but his 10-year-old daughter Rhaenyra is able to see the city on her dragon. However, Syraxis very young at the time and takes a few hits which get infected and dies right after they makes it to the Eyrie.

- Daemon and Rhaenys kill each other over the gods eye on their parents’ dragons.

- Some variation of the storming of the dragonpit happens. Laenor and Laena successfully flee to Dragonstone, but Silverwing and Seasmoke do not :(

- No longer worried about being burned by Daemon. The Riverlands, Crownlands, and Stormlands forces are able to muster enough troops to actually get to Kings Landing and restore order.

- The war ends when they put Laenor on the throne. it ends with the wedding of Laenor and Rhaenyra to create some form of stability after everything.

- They have three kids “together.” Baela the Bdefiant, future mother of Daena Darksister, Jakey who dies in dorne with cregan stark, and Joffrey the religious freak.

- Laena stays in KL and later becomes master of coin.

- Saera’s son Viserys II is in Volantis and comes to King’s Landing with his wife Larra Rogare and their son Aegon to serve as Laenor and Jake and Joffrey’s hand after they extend an olive branch.

- The Targannister kids technically survived but lose their dragons so they’re just sort of like well you guys didn’t see any of that. we’re just lannisters now.

arc 2 of this absurd fire and blood revamp where everything is cringe in a way that’s specifically appeals to me complete

#asoiaf #king visenya au #i forgot about gael. well she’s just hanging out #also aerea has tessarion. ooos

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slvtforlizzie · 2 months

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Rhaenyra had someone at her side who was a dreamer or even a prophet that warns her if she chooses to fight for her throne she will lose all of her kids plus herself. Eventually everyone will betray her and she will be left alone. shes told lucerys will be the first, then Jace and viserys, later on joffery. she dies not knowing if Aegon her last son will live. she would've given up the throne immediately. she had already lost Visenya. she couldn't bare to lose more kids. her kids. daemon hesitates on giving up the throne but she tells him, I am a mother before a queen. I will not watch my son's and your daughters die for my cause. I refuse to. he agrees and Rhaenyra has a raven sent to her half brother for a terms exchange. all the greens and blacks meet on a beach. Aegon walks to Rhaenyra where she waits for him.

"come to surrender?" he asked.

"I will not bend the knee to you Aegon. I know I am by law the rightful heir. by law I am Queen but by nature I am a mother. I will not risk my life or of my children for a chair made of swords. even if my ancestors did make it. I rebuke the throne. dragonstone is yours." she hands him Viserys's crown.

Aegon is confused because he was expecting more of a fight from his older sister.

"I don't believe you," he says as his hand reaches for the crown and grabs it.

"one day you will understand." she gave him a tiny smile before turning around and climbing Syrax.

they end up living in the Dragon Isles that Lucerys found when he got lost with Arrax. years passed and the dragon isles were more powerful than Dragonstone and kings landing power combined. Aemond managed to find them. when he lands in dragon isles he's met with many guards and daemon at front and center.

"I've come to speak to my sister," he says.

daemon allows him to follow him to a massive castle. they enter a small room where Rhaenyra was reading to her twin daughters, Aemma and Laena.

"Aemond?" she questioned as she stood up from her seat. he bends on one knee and holds out Viserys's crown, "take your throne sister. we have lost everything. no one supports us and vhagar is the last dragon." he explained.

she grasped the crown and looked to Daemon for approval. Aemond looked to his right seeing two little silver haired boys staring at him.

"muña," one of them whispers as he looks behind him.

behind them lucerys comes into view. the boy was shocked to see his uncle here of all places. it was then told the boys, Baelon and Aemon, were Luke's Jace's. a yearning part of Aemond reached out for lucerys but he knew he would always be seen as a traitor. Rhaenyra was able to take back her throne saving house targaryen and her family.

#lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucemond #house of the dragon #hotd #daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #rhaenyra targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #jaceluke #prince lucerys #prince jacaerys

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my-on-and-off-writingstuff · 2 years

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heyy I really enjoyed your story

can you please write more? Maybe their 2 older kids also got into the fight with aemond and he hits one of them with a rock on his head which caused him to pass out which made the reader go into an early labor. Some childbirth angst and drama that ends up with happy ending and her having a girl

Hey love! Thank you for requesting, Sorry for the wait I was gone for the weekend with little wifi but I have written the request. However, I wrote so much that I will be dividing the chapter into two, sorry. So this part will have the fight between the kids and the other part will be where the reader goes into labor. I will post the next part tomorrow! I just need to check it on spelling and such.

Warning: Children fighting and blood.

Authors note: Rhaena and Baela are in this story but are not the daughters of Daemon. Oh and I made up the story about the first Targaryen dragonrider so please do not take it as cannon. This Request is Part two to “Something Good”

A New Dragonrider | Daemon X Reader

In the end Rhaenyra had been able to convince Daemon and you to stay. Drawing on your conscious that the boys would love to spend more times with each other, and she would like to spend some time with the two of you. As she had found out that she has little friends lately. In addition to this the weather had turned, the sun being hidden behind dark clouds, and a strong wind had made itself known making it unfavorable to return to Dragonstone. Even when it was only a short distance. As the sea around Driftmark was known to get rough.

After spending a very tense dinner with two families who clearly are at odds with each other and some added tension between the king and Daemon you were glad to be able to retire to your chambers. You were feeling tired and at the same time restless. Your body was aching as you felt a dull backache in the lower part of your back and abdominal cramps. Daemon had voiced his concerns about it earlier when you were walking to dinner, but you wrote it off as you merely thought you had been standing on your feet too long.

Daemon had stayed behind a little longer talking to Laena’s former husband and Rhaenyra. Undoubtedly talking about their disdain for the greens. A maid opened the door to let your children in. “Mommy.” Your youngest exclaimed happily before all but throwing himself in your arms. You nodded a thanks to the maid and she closed the door behind her leaving you with your three sons. “Where is father?” Baelon asked after you gave him a hug and a kiss. “Over here little dragon.” You turn your head to your husband who is leaning against the doorframe.

“Father, can you tell us a bedtime story?” Aedon asks hopefully. “Well of course.” Daemon lifts up Jael and makes his way to one of the chairs in front of the fire. You settle on the sofa across from him. Aedon takes up the space next to you and Baelon occupies the chair next to Daemon. These moments make all of it worth it. You smile tiredly at your little family.

“Long ago when Valyria was still standing tall, and the Targaryen’s did not have dragons yet there was Aerion Targaryen. The 35 nobles dragonlords family ruled the Valyrian Freehold. Aerion fell in love with a daughter of one of the noble dragonlords familes. Which was not allowed as Aerion did not have a dragon himself. Thus when he went to her father asking for her hand he was laughed at, ridiculed and thrown out on the streets.

Anger and resentment made Aerion track all the way to the mountains behind the freehold. Hidden out of sight in the coves and valleys lived four wild dragons. Many had tried to tame the beasts, but nobody had succeeded. It took Aerion four weeks to even track down the herd of dragons. When he stumbled upon three out of four dragons, he almost lost his life as they were not too keen on seeing him firing fire at him from all sides. Aerion did not run as he knew thar showing fear was not going to gain him a dragon. The fourth one and the biggest out of the four was laying just a bit further ahead. Silently he made his way to the dragon when coming closer the dragon opened his eyes and lifted its head staring at the intruder.

However, Aerion again did back away, instead standing his grounds even when the dragon let out a mighty growl. The mighty dragon opened its mouth and fire could be seen welling up from within. Aerion quickly moved forwards laying a hand on the side of the dragon’s neck knowing the dragon was unlikely to reach him now. The dragons eye started at Aerion as reading his sole before laying his head back on the grass. Aerion carefully made his way up the dragon and before he could get a good grip the dragon underneath him rumbled while standing up and without some notice went to take off. With all his might Aerion was able to stay on winning the first dragon for house Targaryen.”

All while telling the story he had been watching his wife who during it has fallen asleep. Some story telling skills he had. He smiled at seeing you so peacefully with Aedon in your arms. Jael had fallen asleep with his little head on Daemon shoulder. Hell, the only one who had not fallen asleep was Baelon. Although he too was hiding his yawn behind his hand. “Let’s get you and your brothers to bed.” Baelon agreed with a soft nod jumping out of the chair and making his way to adjacent bedrooms he was sharing with his brothers for the movement.

Carefully Daemon stood up trying not to wake Jael and followed his oldest. He placed Jael on his bed and went to rummage around the room for his favorite toy. Knowing without it Jael was probably going to wake up in the middle of the night to ask for it. He let out a triumphed hmm sound when finding it before placing it next to his youngest son. He ruffled the hair of his oldest before going to retrieve his second son.

As soon as he has placed his arms around Aedon your eyes had fluttered open on instinct. “Go back to sleep love.” He kissed her forehead before lifting Aedon out of your arms. You quickly kissed Aedons forehead before standing up from the sofa. Carefully stretching your back and moving to try to remove the heavy gown of your body. He quickly put Aedon to bed too, Aedon only mumbled before turning around wrapping himself in the blankets. He smiled at the sight of his three children before making his way out of the room. Leaving the door on a small creak so if needed any of the children could reach him or you within seconds.

He turned around to you standing in a pool of your dress an inner layers one hand rubbing your back the other rubbing your belly. From behind he engulfed you in a hug laying both hands underneath your belly lifting some weight of your back. You throw your head back at him taking some of the weight and lean back against him. “You sure you would not rather join your brother at court?” refereeing to the heated conversation Daemon and his brother had earlier in the day. “No, imagine having to live with that cunt of a Hightower every day.” He scoffs and quickly kisses your jaw. “But still I know that you have always wanted to be at your brothers’ side.” You press on. “My duty is to be at your side wife, and at our children’s.” you turn around in his arms to be able to look in his eyes.

Whatever Daemon feels is always hidden in his eyes while many sometimes mistake certain emotions you have always been able to read him. “Besides my brother would have probably expelled me from court within months anyway.” You laugh at that knowing it that outcome would be highly likely. “But still..” he shushes you with a kiss, “Do not concern yourself with that, as I have said my place is at your side, now let’s get you to bed.” He guides you to the bed.

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After a mighty roar is heard Aedon shoots up from his bed. Both his older and younger brother is still asleep and for moment he thinks to go back to sleep as the moon is still high in the sky. But a roar is heard again together with the soft trembling of the ground. Must be Vhagar missing his rider. He could not imagine what it would be like to lose his dragon and his father has told him that when a dragon outlives his rider, the dragon mourns for its rider as well. When another roar is heard Aedon throws his blankets to the side and makes his way to window to catch a view of the biggest dragon of this time.

“What’s happening?” Baelon ask softly looking over to Jael who is still sleeping before also quietly making his way to the window. “Vhagar, I think.” As soon as Baelon joins him at the window the two brothers see Vhagar taking flight. They see a tiny speck of green on top of the large dragon. “You think that is Aemond?” Aedon asks his older brother. “Might be but that would not bode well.” both boys look at Vhagar disappearing in the sky. “Should we wake dad?” Aedon asks while looking at the door that connects theirs to their parents. “No, we would wake mum as well, our family has nothing to do with their feud.”

A soft knock is heard on the door which leads to the hallway. Aedon looks at his big brother before moving to open the door to see whoever is on the other sides. Baelon quickly lights a lamp and follows Aedon to the door. Aedon opens the door fast as to avoid the most noise and on the other side are their cousins; Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena. “Somebody has stolen Rhaena’s dragon.” “Vhagar? But you have not bonded yet right?” Baelon asks confused while shoving Aedon softly out of the room so he could close the door and minimize the risk of their youngest brother waking up. “No but I was meant to bond with her.” Both set of siblings started talking through each other. When a big shake was felt through the castle. “Let’s go find out who stole Vhagar.” Baela says and hurries away through the dark hallways to meet the culprit. Baelon looks at his younger brother before following him. “What about not meddling with their affairs.” His younger brother asks while they are making his way outside. “Dad also says we have to protect our family.” Baelon shrugs but a glint of excitement can be seen in his eyes. After he took after his father who had a love for drama.

“It’s him.” “It’s me.” Both brothers turn the corner to see Aemond strutting towards them. “Vhagar is my mother’s dragon.” Baela says. Jace and Luke stand to the right side of the girls and Aedon and Baelon stand to their left side. Forming a wall to prevent Aemond from passing. “Your mother is dead.” Aemond comes closer he continuous “And Vhagar has a new rider now.” Riling up the twin girls even more. “She was mine to claim.” Rhaena now mixes in the conservation as well. “Then you should have claimed her! Maybe your cousins can find you a pig to ride. It would suit you.” Aemond taunts Rhaena even further making her run up to Aemond and try to shove him to the ground, but Aemond is too strong for her and instead she ends up on the ground.

Before any of the boys can do something Baela hits Aemond in the face. Resulting in Aemond to fall to the ground. Baelon goes up to Rhaena to help her up and steadies her before they can do something Aemond gets up from the ground and slaps Baela across her face. This time Aedon runs in between Aemond and Baela. “Stop this.” He exclaims while forming a shield between the two. “Come at me again and I will feed you to my dragon!” Jace darts around Aedons side and punches Aemond. Jace tries to punch a few more times but gets kicked to the ground.

This time Aedon sees red, the temper of his father shining through at seeing his cousins on the ground and the blood streaming from Baela’s forehead. Aedon jumps at Aemond and throws him back against the stones. However, Aedon is too little to take on Aemond yet as Aemond is four years his senior and Aemond punches him without much hesitation square against his nose. Pain exploded in his face, and he lets out a soft cry. His hand goes up to his face and dark liquid is streaming out of his nose.

Baelon is quick to step in after seeing his little brother hurt and shoves Aemond to the ground. The twins, Jace and Baelon are quick to throw punches at Aemond. But in a desperate attempt Aemond is able to kick Jace away from him before shoving the girls away from him too. Luke runs up to Aemon but is stopped when a hand wraps around his throat. Before Aemond can do any more damage Baelon kicks Aemond in his side making him release the grasp he had on Luke. To arm himself Aemond picks up a rock and heaves it in the air. “You will die screaming in flames just as your father did!” Aemond again had taken ahold of Luke. “Basterds.” He adds to his taunt and gives a quick look at Jace. “My father is still alive.” Luke brings out in a panicked voice. “He does not know, does he, Lord Strong?” Aemond lowers the rock and smiles almost psychotic while spitting out the last few words towards Jace.

Jace draws his dagger but before he can do any harm with it, the dagger is kicked out of his hand by Aemond. Baelon shoves Luke out of the way while Jace tries to stab Aemond. However, Aemond doges his attacks and with the stone in his hand hits Jace across his head making him fall down and take his younger brother with him to the ground. Aemond holds the rock high above his head and looks at the twins daring them to get closer however Aemond does not anticipate Baelon who hurls him to the ground by his middle. Both boys not noticing Luke searching for the knife in the sand.

The boys roll over and soon Aemond is on top of Baelon. Before Baelon can retaliate Aemond had already brought the stone down on Baelons face, thereby knocking him out cold. “Baelon!” Aedon runs to his older brother’s side. A thin line of blood can be found close to the hairline of his older brother. Aedon tries to shake Baelon awake but to no avail. Aemond has turned his attention back to Jace and now approaches him with the stone. Jace knowing which fates awaits him scurries back and throws a hand full of sand in Aemonds direction. Blinded by the sand Luke sees his chance and slashes the knife across Aemonds face. Who goes down screaming blood spurting from his face, turning the sand a dark color. Finally Aedon hears the metal of the kings guard coming their direction. “Cease this at once.” The kings’ guard commander finally makes his way down to see the mess in front of him. He is quick to approach the prince screaming on the floor and the others break the kids apart.

Authors note: Rhaena and Baela are in this story but are not the daughters of Daemon. Oh and I made up the story about the first Targaryen dragonrider so please do not take it as cannon.

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Link to Part 3 here!

#daemon targaryen oneshot #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targaryen fanfiction #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon fancficton #game of thrones

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witchthewriter · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.

There are many dragons in the Game of Thrones world, and each one is incredible in their own right. They have their own personality, appearance and history. I want to showcase this. And because there are so goddamn. many. I made a directory/dictionary!

♦ 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒙 Mount of Jaenara Belaery; existed during the golden age of Valyria

♦ 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏 Mount of Aegon I, Maegor I, Aerea & Viserys I Targaryen

♦ 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔 Mount of Rhaenys Targaryen

♦ 𝑽𝒉𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓 Mount of Visenya, Baelon, Laena Velaryon and Aemond Targaryen

♦ 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 Mount of King Aenys I Targaryen and his son, Prince Aegon Targaryen

♦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍 Wild dragon, no rider

♦ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 Mount of Jaehaerys Targaryen I

♦ 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 Mount of Alysanne Targaryen

♦ 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒚𝒔 Mount of Alyssa and Rhaenys II Targaryen

♦ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔 Mount of Aemon and Daemon Targaryen

♦ 𝑺𝒚𝒓𝒂𝒙 Mount of Rhaenyra Targaryen

♦ 𝑻𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏 Mount of Daeron Targaryen

♦ 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒆 Mount of Laenor Velaryon

♦ 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒚𝒓𝒆 Mount of Aegon II Targaryen

♦ 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒇𝒚𝒓𝒆 Mount of Rhaena and Helaena Targaryen

♦ 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓 Wild until tamed by a dragon seed girl called Nettles

♦ 𝑮𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 Never ridden

♦ 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒙 Mount of Jacaerys Velaryon

♦ 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒙 Mount of Lucerys Velaryon

♦ 𝑻𝒚𝒓𝒂𝒙𝒆𝒔 Mount of Joffrey Velaryon

♦ 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 Mount of Rhaena Targaryen

♦ 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 Mount of Baela Targaryen

♦ 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 Mount of Aegon III Targaryen

♦ 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒉𝒖𝒍 Bound to Jahaera Targaryen, never ridden

♦ 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒚𝒌𝒐𝒔 Bound to Jahaerys Targaryen, never ridden

♦ 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒏 Mount of Danaerys Targaryen

♦ 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍 Ridden once by Jon Snow

♦ 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏 No rider

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 @daenerys-stormborn, @drogonthered, @petal-parker, @vizual-demon, @dragonfireridge.

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The Funeral Pt. 1

The wave of Gullet crash into the rocks that surrounded Driftmark, the sky was covered by grey clouds. The wind blew subtly as house targaryen and house velaryon stood outside listening to lord vaemond speak, everyone wore black and grim looks.

Today was Laena Velaryon's funeral. The only thing left of her was her char burnt body that was hidden by the driftwood sarcophagus that was made by corlys, only a few knew what really happen to laena while others speculated, but rhaelle knew so did daemon and their two children, maekar and alys, as well as jaenara.

It was hard for the three children to sleep, every time they close their eyes all they could see is vhagar fiery breathe and hear rhaelle cries for her baby sister. Noneof the witnesses had a decent night of sleep, and it showed on their faces especially rhaelle.

She had bags under eyes and hollow cheek, she barely eat when it was time to daemon dismay and when he have to tell her to she ignore him and move her food around her plate with her fork, and when night came she would sleep for bit before waking up in cold sweats and leave to the garden where laena and her girls like to spend their free time. Sometime she would go under the tree that laena who be with gaela and gaemon reading them a tale, and curl up in the spot next to where laena would usually sit and cry herself back to sleep.

Her late night trip would result in a argument with her better half, as daemon worried for her health rhaelle tried to handle the unexpected death of her little sister. She and laena never grew up together, rhaelle was sent off to marry otto before her sister could understand why her big sister wasnt leavijg with them anymore, rhaelle always felt like a stranger to her sister but laena never did. Laena saw Rhaelle as her big sister that she never got a chance to be raised with because of their father, but they made up for lost time when she decided to live with daemon and rhaelle.

Rhaelle found out so much interesting things that she never knew about her sister, like laena favorite flower was gillyflower or how she hated the taste of squash. Or how she would wiggle her nose when she was anxious or sad or the fact she always wish to sail the world like their father did when he was young.

So much she found out about laena in the course of a few years, and just like that she was gone, rhaelle didn't expect it or prepare for it. She never thought about the stranger taking her sweet sister, rhaelle always imagine she die first so she didn't have to watch the people she love fade away. There was times when she was laying under the tress that she wish the stranger would trade her soul for laena's own, her sister didn't deserve to die so young, laena deserved to live her life and explore before being trap in a palace with a husband like daemon and surrounded by children.

Rhaelle felt like she failed her sister in many ways than one.

As both house stand in silence near the cliffs of High Tide, rhaelle glance around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces that should to pay their respects for her sister. Her children was gathered around her while daemon stood off to the side away from his wife and children, gaela was in front of rhaelle with her mother's right arm around her shoulder with her cane in hand while rhaelle's other arm was holding gaemon to her side. Alys lean against her older brother, Aemon, while holding Alyssa's hand, Maekar was next to Alyssa with his arm around Baelon's shoulder while the young boy focus more of the water than anything else.

Valaena and Aeron was there with their sons and adrielle aa they stand behind their mother, Corywn was inside in his chamber looking out of the window of High Tide, corywn's sons were with their cousins next to Valaena. Baelor was there as well with Marra and his wife beside his mother and gaela, baelor had his head on top of his wife's head as he tries to keep in the tears.

Baela was next to her grandmother with her head on rhaenys's shoulder, while Rhaena was being held by Corlys. Laenor was standing with his daughter with both arms around her holding her to him as he shed tears for his older sister, rhaenyra stare at laenor and jaenara with a hint of anger as she stood holding her two boys close to her. She glance away from her husband and jaenara to look across from her to daemon who stood alone with his hands clasp together in front of him, he flicker his eyes up to look back at rhaenyra who cast her eyes away as her heartbeat fast in her chest.

"...Salt course through Velaryon blood. Our runs thick. Our runs true..." Rhaelle glance away from her sister's coffin to her uncle to see him staring down rhaenyra and her children making her wrinkle her nose, before rhaelle could snarl at her intolerable uncle, her heart clench when she heard daemon.

Aeron look over at Daemon with a sneer as well as Baelor, the children furrow their brows in confusion or anger as they look at their father before they look away back to their great uncle.

Daemon had his bent as he giggle at the audacity of vaemond, he lift his head up again with a hint of a smile, he glance at rhaenyra before he look over at his wife and children. His smile fade when he caught rhaelle's wet eyes, she sniff and look away from him to look back at her uncle with a glare.

"...And ours must never thin–" Vaemond says.

"Dīnagon va, kepus." Rhaelle hiss making the older man look at her for a moment taken back before he bow his head and let out a apology. Move on, uncle.

"...To the sea we belong, and to the sea we return..." Rhaelle bite the inside of her bottom lip as she turns to her sister's coffin.

"Kostagon ziry emagon nykeā ȳgha voyage." Vaenond said in high valyrian, rhaelle pull her arms from her children and step forward making laenor do the same. May she have a safe voyage.

Rhaelle held her brother's arm as they step close to the coffin, she let go as they go on either side to look at the carve face of their sister. She bends down to kiss the head before pressing her forehead against the wood, she whisper a prayer before leaning up straight to watch her brother to the same thing. Rhaelle and Laenor step back holding onto each other as they watch with blurry eyes as their sister get push into the sea to be with her ancestors. Laenor turns his back to the scene as he hugs rhaelle burying his face in his sister's shoulder crying, rhaelle hold her brother tight as the loud splash of water indicates laena's departure.

Rhaelle stood in the corner looking out at the sea as the guests give out condolences, she turn her eyes down to the stone balustrade before glance to the right of her to see daemon further down leaning his hip against the balustrade as he watch her subtly. She drag her eyes away from him and back at the deep blue sea, while rhaelle was wallowing in despair, her brother was off somewhere grieving alone. As she leans forward she rest her chin on the palm of her hand as her elbow rest on the stone balustrade, she heard whispers making her turn her head slightly to hear jace and rhaenyra talk.

"...we should be at Harrenhal paying our respect to lord strong and ser harwin–"

"Jace. Enough." Rhaenyra says as she flicker eyes around to make sure no one heard him, she caught rhaelle's empty stare making jacerys follow his mother's gaze to see his aunt.

A sudden anger and resentment spir in her stomach making her scowl the two before turning away to push herself off the railing and limp away with her cane snapping against the stone floors, daemon move away as well following after his wife as she heads towards the table and grab a cup.

"What are you doing?" He ask standing next to her, rhaelle didn't pay no mind to him as she stare at the red liquid that's giving off strong fragrance she tried so hard for years not to touch.

"What do you think I'm about to do." She said monotone as she swirl the liquid in the cup.

"Don't do it, rhaelle." He said as he watch her smell the wine.

"Why not? I think I deserve a little taste of oblivion just for one night."

"You work so hard to stay clearheaded all these years, don't throw it away, laena wouldn't want you–" A low bitter chuckle pass through rhaelle's lips before she finally look at daemon.

"Really? My sister have barely been down there, and you already using her to guilt me. It's one drink." She says.

"That will turn into two then three then four then your pass out somewhere chocking on your own vomit." A flicker cross between rhaelle's eyes.

"You would like that wouldn't you." Daemon look taken back by her words, "I bet you have a good laugh at my funeral as well, huh." Her words cut deep making daemon bow his head in contempt.

"You know I didn't mean anything by it, you heard what he said, I was just trying–" Rhaelle hit his chest making him look at him.

"I don't care what you were trying to do, your fucking daughters just lost their mother and rather than standing by their side and comforting them, you thought giggling right in the middle of it was a good fucking idea." He glare at rhaelle at her tone.

"It was your uncle who started it going on about true blood and whatnot."

"They are words, daemon. Those words mean nothing to their ears–"

"So, I should have just allow him to shame rhaenyra and her sons."

"Did you not think for a second I would have stop it," Rhaelle's words brought silence between daemon and her, he stare at her searching her eyes before glancing away, making her scoff, "So focus on her that you forgot I was there, that I have been defending her and her children for years. Just because I been a bit depress you thought I was going to allow that fool to make this about legitimacy rather than my sister." Daemon was quiet making rhaelle slam her cup down with a look of disbelief.

"Your unbelievable, daemon."

"I'm sorry–" she put her hand up.

"Don't, I can't." Daemon gave rhaelle a pleading look before reaching for her hand only for her to slap it away, "I need space. Watch the children and make sure they get to bed. I will come back to tuck them in." She said making daemon frown before he watch as she limp away to go back to the castle.

Rhaenyra watch from her spot near the other table as rhaenyra and daemon got in an argument, she watch as rhaelle limp away before she turn her eyes to her uncle who was watching with a dejected look.

Daemon felt someone watching him making him glance around at the guests before his eyes landed on his neice, he stare at her as she stare at him, before he could step forward to go to her gaela walk up to him.

"Papa, I'm hungry." Daemon kept his eyes on rhaenyra as she look away from him.

"Go find your brothers." He said.

"But, aemon is busy with baela and rhaena, and maekar..." Daemon let out a agitated sigh before he look down at the little girl, his bastard, his mistake and rhaelle's child.

He never understood why rhaelle wanted to keep her, daemon was fine with shipping her off to the silent sisters or whoever. Gaela was one of daemon's biggest mistakes, she was the fissure that made rhaelle regain her distrust in daemon.

"Then go ask your sisters, I can see you list off every damn flower in the garden but you can't think to ask your other siblings for help." Gaela step back with a bow head at hed father's harsh words, "You must learn to do things by yourself, your brothers and sister nor I and rhaelle will always be there to help you."

"I'm sorry, father." Gaela mumble making daemon huff as he turn his nose down at the little girl.

"You know how i hate when you mumble, speak up."

"Daemon." Rhaenys hiss, daemon look away from the girl in front of him to his mother in law, rhaenys been watching him the entire funeral after that giggle he made, she could see from where she stood with her grandchildren that daemon was belittling the little girl.

"Princess." Daemon acknowledged grimly, rhaenys look at daemon with distaste before turning her soft look to her granddaughter.

"Gaela. Alys is looking for you, why don't you go and keep her some company." Gaela swallow before glancing at her father wore a empty look as he stare at rhaenys, a rumble in her stomach made her look back at her grandmother.

"Okay, but can we...get food first." She ask timidly making daemon roll his eyes and rhaenys smile at her.

"Of course, my dear. Come along." Rhaenys held her hand out for thr little girl to take, gaela gave a small smile to her grandmother and grab her hand.

Rhaenys didn't spare her son in law a word or a look before she walk away with her grandchild, daemon watch them with a empty heart before he look for rhaenyra again to find her talking to Valaena. He'll wait for them to stop talking before going over but for now he went back to his spot by the balustrade to be alone, it didn't take long after for viserys to go over to his brother and talk.

As daemon was busy, his children were all huddle together with their cousins in silence as they watch their parents and adults socialize. Aemon had gaemon in his lap as he sat next to baela, baelon sat next to rhaena with her holding his hand while her head laid on his shoulder. Alyssa was standing next to Maekar as he had his back to the party and look out at the water in deep thought, Alys was on the ground with adrielle and daeron keeping helaena company as she mutter to herself and plays with a spider.

Aegor, Balaegor, and Vesemir are valaena and aeron' sons, the two oldest, aegor and balaegor were talking with corwyn's sons, Ronas and Romarn while Balaegor was holding on to Vesemir's hand as they stand near their cousins, Aegon and Aemond. Aegon was two cups in swaying a bit as he looks at adrielle as she talks to helaena, aemond notice his brother drunken state and decided to walk away from him to stand near the fire pit with his nephews and neice.

He stand close to his neice before looking at her to see jaenara looking in the fire with a empty look and misty eyes, aemond move his hand to brush against jaenara's hand making her hand flinch slightly and make her look to her uncle. He gave her look making her look away and back at the fire pit, aemond cast his eyes down crestfallen before he felt jaenara's hand grab his own. He look at her as she continue to stare at the fire, a small curve of his lip make him go back looking at the pit before stepping close before squeezing her hand.

Valaena walk up to them catching their attention, she stand their with a handkerchief in hand, her messy white hair was in a bun away from her face showing off her tear streak cheeks and red eyes.

"Hello, children. The sun is going down, you should all head up to bed now." She says.

"Where is mother, sister." Aemon ask.

"Mother is taking care of laenor, so I will need you and Aegor to put your siblings to bed." Aegor step forward making valaena put her hand on his shoulder.

"Where are you going, mother?" Valaena sniff moving her handkerchief to dab her eyes.

"I must attend to your uncle corywn, he is...unwell and needs me and your father." Ronas and Romarn share the same look as they look at each other before looking back at their aunt.

"Okay, sister." Aemon says making valaena give them a watery smile before leaving.

Gaemon move off aemon's lap making the older boy stand up with his sisters following along, Alyssa nudge Maekor's arm pulling him out of his thoughts and look at her before he look at the others getting up or moving from their spots. He watch Alyssa leave only to stop when she saw gaela and their grandmother, they shared a few words before Alyssa grab her sister other hand and wall with her inside.

Maekar stayed outside along with aemond, jacerys, lucerys, aegon, baelon, ronas, and romarn. He wasn't tired, well he didn't want to sleep more like wouldn't be able too. He turn his eyes to glance around the guests to try to find his father, when he did he saw him leave down the stairs, probably to find mother, maekar turn his eyes away from where his father went to rhaenyra who came to tell her sons to go to their chambers. Maekar turn back around to look out at the sea toning their voices out, and focusing on the waves that crash against the rocks of the castle.

"...we should go."

"...do you think anybody there."

"....definitely not but we should wait until it's nightfall."

"...fuck that we should go now before our parents get back."

Maekar turn to see his brother trying to convince their cousins to leave, maekar pull away from the balustrade to wall up behind his young cousin, Romarn.

"What are you talking about." Romarn along with his brother flinch at maekar sudden appearances making the boys look at him.

"We're going to go flying." Baelon said, "You wanna come? We gonna need a look out." Baelon wiggle his brows with a smirk making maekar just stare at him

"You should be in bed. All of you should." He said making baelon roll his eyes.

"We go to bed when we finish flying, so are you coming or what, because my dragon isn't big enough to fit aemond." Aemond glare at Baelon, making Maekar think about it for a minute, he didn't want to be the only one awake and flying did soothe him.

"Fine, but only for an hour." Baelon smirk while ronas and romarn smile along with aemond.

Maekar look around before motioning for them to follow him, they went to the stairs were his father left not too long ago before they stop. A man with a beard and pin on his chest drag aegon up the steps, the boys move aside as the older man didn't pay no mind to them as he drags aegon away. They continue on down the steps to the sandy ground, and headed to where their dragon's slept.

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