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eludin · 7 months

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THE CROWN'S WHORE | CHAPTER TWO

WARNING: sexual content, addictions, incest (we're talking about Targaryens here) grooming, manipulations, dark themes, and possibly more

She trembled at the foot of the bed, and clearly had already been passed between several of her older friends. At least, he prayed that it was her friends who touched her in such a way. They would not be cruel and savage with her. He hoped they wouldn't.

Her hair was messed, no longer the smooth cascade of silvery strands, and some bite marks ran up along the length of her neck.

Ariston painfully swallowed the pit of anxiety. "Are you well, Vyera?"

She shrugged and rubbed her arms.

He closed the distance between them. Her eyes still bore into the creaky floorboards. He rested his hands on her shoulders, inciting a sharp jolt from Vyera. "We do not have "

"Aye, we do." She sniffled and rubbed at her eyes. "My worth will be determined by how much I break-in, through all means. Especially with my... capabilities."

Ariston sighed. He did not comprehend much of the workings within the brothel, yet what she said made sense. Within the markets, if a product does not produce much, it will likely be dropped and abandoned to be replaced by a higher sale. As much as it pained him to make such a comparison, Vyera became a product for many cruel individuals to enjoy themselves.

If all of her friends could afford it, they could keep such individuals away from her. Yet... Something whispered doubts in his ear.

Commoners rarely made enough money to afford who sex workers, especially those who work within the Crimson Whores brothel. A vast majority of her companions were commoners. Those who were of a higher class could only spend so many coins on her. They all had duties regrettably to tend to, so they may bear enough coin to shower on her.

"Very well," he said. His heart banged against his stomach like a raging beast. "We can start "

"Now."

This time Ariston flinched.

Vyera grabbed his wrists and dragged him to the bed. He fell onto the bed and let her lead. Ariston was not aware of how the other boys did it, but he let her have control of this at the very least. She smiled at him.

She looked down at his clothes, a silent command. As he began to undress, she slid her dress off to pool at her feet.

Her hands wandered up his arms, along the width of his shoulders, and down his chest, inciting chills and warmth toiled in his stomach. Vyera crawled up the bed to straddle him. She loomed over him and pressed her lips against his.

Disgust looped around his throat like a noose. He could not be actually enjoying this.

Her lips molded around his, her tongue slithered in between and rubbed along his own. Ariston moaned.

Fuck. He was enjoying this.

He was a fucking... He did not even have the words to describe what he was. He was doing the exact thing he feared grown men would enjoy doing with her.

She was a kid, and he was enjoying feeling her hands explore his body the same way an artist would explore their canvas, her tongue massaging his mouth, and her smell... her taste.. her touch... the sounds she made...

Fuck.

Ariston lay dazed beneath her, his mind a fuddled mess.

Vyera nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, curling into herself. He reacted the same way all the other boys did: Half wanting, half repulsed with themselves. They pushed and pulled at her, some bit at her flesh before jerking back in shock with themselves.

She almost pitied them.

They were all young. Some were only thirteen while others were a few years older than that. They certainly had their fun with whores older than themselves, but never have they ever experienced the conflicting emotions warring within them in such intensity. In this, they were fumbling like virgins as she fiddled with them the same way she'd fiddle with a spare pawn in her hand while she played chess with one of her father's coworkers.

He had been... thirty if her memory still served well. She'd been seventeen when they'd met.

He was everything she found attractive in men that she couldn't find in the boys of her old world: Smart, handsome, and strong. He was skilled in his work and smart enough to humor her with their games. Of course, over time their games became less innocent. Her cunt clenched and tingled in recall of their time together.

Sure, he wasn't the only one. She never could settle for one. But regardless of that, he sent a thrill through her bones few could accomplish.

Vyera sighed and held Ariston closer. "Are you alright, Riz?"

"Huh?"

He blinked awake and focused on her. There it was again. The conflict in his eyes.

"You seem..." she hesitated, abusing her lip. His gaze flickered to them and he sharply inhaled. "Off. Did I do something wrong?"

"No! Certainly not, you were incredible Wait, no, I mean " Ariston tripped and stumbled over his words for a quick minute. A devilish grin wished to curl on Vyera's lip but she quickly suppressed it in favor of a more concerned expression. She worked on her reputation for nine years. She wasn't about to let one slip up to ruin everything. She laid back down and hid her face into his neck. They had a few more minutes before he had to leave.

He sighed, patting her head stiffly. "Tis' nothing."

Vyera nearly scoffed at that. As if she was going to believe that. However, she didn't wish to scare off one of her many useful associates. If her plans with her father fall through, she'll need more than one lord to arrange for her escape from the squander of this forsaken brothel. King's Landing smelled as bad as it was written, and her nose likely died in order to tolerate the odor.

If the world thought she was going to remain, they were sorely mistaken.

"Are you sure?"

"Aye," Ariston murmured. "Simply running through my thoughts."

More like running from them.

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tidetower · 22 days

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Addam Velaryon and Daeron Targaryen as John Everett Millais' "A Huguenot, on St. Bartholomew's Day" by maiahee_

The artwork is meant to depict a pair of young lovers on opposing sides of a conflict. One of them attempts to have the other displayed as loyal to their side so that he may be spared from the ensuing massacre, but the lover has already chosen his own allegiance.

Artwork is based off my theory that Addam's secret conversation with Corlys was him asking for Daeron to be spared as he had not taken part in the war at the time, after which Corlys asked the same of Rhaenyra. Daeron later joins the war effort on the side of the Greens. Meanwhile, Addam was declared a traitor to the Blacks.

And Addam Velaryon, lately Addam of Hull, sought out the Sea Snake after the battle; what they spoke to each other even Mushroom does not say. [...] She would send envoys to Storm’s End and Casterly Rock, offering fair terms and pardons…after she had put an end to the usurper’s brothers, who were in the field against her. “Once they are dead, the rest will bend the knee. Slay their dragons, that I might mount their heads upon the walls of my throne room. Let men look upon them in the years to come, that they might know the cost of treason.” [...] Prince Daemon himself would take Caraxes to the Trident, together with the girl Nettles and Sheepstealer, to find Prince Aemond and Vhagar and put an end to them. Ulf White and Hard Hugh Hammer would fly to Tumbleton, some fifty leagues southwest of King’s Landing, the last leal stronghold between Lord Hightower and the city, to assist in the defense of the town and castle and destroy Prince Daeron and Tessarion. Lord Corlys suggested that mayhaps the prince might be taken alive and held as hostage. But Queen Rhaenyra was adamant.

#valyrianscrolls #fire and blood #asoiaf #the dance of the dragons #addam velaryon #addam of hull #daeron targaryen #daeron the daring #addam x daeron #addaeron #art #asoiaf art #last art was addam killing daeron and now it's addam protecting him #I'm determined to have addaeron art based off every star-crossed lovers concept I can think of #corlys and mushroom being canon addaeron allies though <3<3

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rosalinesurvived · 29 days

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F&B didn’t literally, explicitly spell out that Daeron was the gentlest of Alicent’s children for TB stans to see Helaena as autistic coded and suddenly insist that she’s the most uwu sweetest most preciousest cinnamon roll to ever cinnamon roll and gosh almighty how her entire family ruined her!!!! As an excuse to explain that murdering her baby infront of her was aokay.

#the infantilisation of helaena… is fucking gross #if you love canon so much thdn why dont you go read it?#also this! from those pro who cry gurl power! its only ever girl power when its the blacks huh #pro team green #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #daeron targaryen #anti team black #anti rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #blood and cheese #fire and blood #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen

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addamvelaryon · 4 months

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That one “Twelfth Night” poster but make it BENADDAERON

Artist: THECATKEO

#valyrianscrolls #fire and blood #asoiaf #daeron targaryen #addam velaryon #benjicot blackwood #addam x daeron #addam x ben #the dance of the dragons #asoiaf art #fanart #au #post canon setting #daeron is the prince of dragonstone/addam is the lord of driftmark/ben is the lord of raventree hall #ben kissing addam and stabbing daeron with the sword is probably more accurate depiction with this trio #but I like one-sided ben/addam romance with ben just pining more

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prettymuchteddy · 4 days

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Teddy's Masterlist

House of the Dragon/ASOIAF

Rhaenicent fanfics

A Targaryen Type of Madness (finished series)

Rhaenyra Targaryen always had a hint of madness in her, though it would take many years for its extent to be realized.

The Madness of Dragons (ongoing series)

After six years, the heirs of the Iron Throne have come out of hiding and want to reclaim their birthright. The dragons will dance as war breaks out between Queen and Heirs. Continuation of A Targaryen Type of Madness.

Last Christmas (on hiatus)

Last Christmas Alicent Hightower gave Rhaenyra Targaryen her heart, but the very next day everything fell apart. This year to save herself from tears, Alicent vows to avoid her at their family's Christmas vacation. Will Alicent keep her vow? Or will her heart be broken again?

Underneath the Veil of Hatred (finished series)

Princess Rhaenyra gives birth to a third child, a son with brown hair and dark eyes. The realm believes the child's true father to be the Princess' sworn sword, Harwin Strong. Queen Alicent Hightower orders to the child be brought to her.

Good Luck Egg (ongoing series)

Jace Targaryen was one of the eldest siblings of his two mothers and when he found out they would be having yet another child he was both excited and nervous. His baby brother, Egg, would have to navigate life through their crazy family so as any good brother would do he started creating video diaries to give him advice for the future. Based on Good Luck Charlie.

The Dance of the Dragon and the Tower (finished one shot)

The Queen appears in a shocking green dress and the Princess seems to feel a certain way about it.

We Always Burn (finished one shot)

Rhaenyra Targaryen is sure she knows what she wants until it comes crashing down after an encounter on the beach of Driftmark.

Aegon the 3rd x Jaehaera fanfics

Night Talks (finished one shot)

Jaehaera awakes to find her husband gone from their bed, she finds him and they share a moment where they believe just maybe things will be alright.

Just a Man (finished one shot)

When Aegon falters his queen is always there by his side.

A Small Piece (finished one shot)

Jaehaera wonders if her husband loves her, and his response surprises her.

A Question (finished one shot)

Jaehaera asks her husband a question that brings up old feelings.

Non-Pairing fics

The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone (ongoing series)

A boy from Dragonstone claims a dragon and to keep things hidden Viserys legitimatizes him as a Targaryen. However, no one knows who this boy is or what his intentions are.

A Welcome to Dorne (finished one shot)

Meria Martell greets Rhaenys Targaryen when she lands in Dorne.

Long Live the King (finished one shot)

King Viserys the 1st was found murdered in chambers, while there were many theories no one truly knows what occurred that dark night. Inspired by Murder on the Orient Express.

Mercy (finished one shot)

Daeron Targaryen receives news about his nephew Maelor from Bitterbridge.

Credit to @moonshine999 for the mood boards/dividers. Also, check out my AO3 :)

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cheesewelsom · 1 year

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The days that i wish to die, i want to be another person. Because i know no other person than myself, that can give me the death that i deserve.

— by Cheesewelsom ]

Alicent touched her grave. Gone. She is finally free from everything.

Until she isn't, she watches her son's cry, she's never seen tears on their face for the longest until now, Aegon was curled like a cat around her grave- or statue's feet. Aemond holding the statue's hands. Helaena, her daughter who flinched at her touch hugged her statues body like she depended on it. Daeron, her sweet, dashing, daring, Daeron hugged her head and kissed the statues forehead. Tears ran down their face as rain came down, storming in and touching everything.

Her children seemed not to care, they seem to not care about getting a cold. She has half the mind to shout at them to go inside before they get sick. But she can not do that no more. She can only hope Rhaenyra will take care of them. Mother them like the mother she couldn't be.

When she turns to Rhaenyra, who was behind. It seems like her hopes may be down the drain, for Rhaenyra's face showed only misery. Rhaenyra, her love, she's never seen her face that hurt, it felt like the rugs have been pulled under her feet and she has no where left to stand, where to sit, or where to call home.

Rhaenyra, certainly, felt all of these and more.

#it's always Rhaenyra dying and i get it #it's canon that she dies but like- the impact if Alicent dies? during a peaceful era too #like no Rhaenyra vs aegon things and everything was just nice and Alicent's death was unexpected.#Alicent Hightower #Alicent #Rhaenyra targaryen #Rhaenyra #helaena targaryen #Helaena #Aegon Targaryen #Aegon #Aemond Targaryen #Aemond #Daeron Targaryen #Daeron #Rhaenicent

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thesilverlady · 8 months

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It's kind weird for people to hate the targaryens but then have a boner for Aemond...

it's weird but I won't pretend to understand their logic. It's the same people who hate daenerys and all targaryens and yet write fanfics and draw fanart of tyrion, sansa, arya being the third dragon rider 🤷🏻‍♀️

#ask reply #anti asoiaf fandom #just the other day I saw someone pulling screenshot of certain non targaryen character being the one to birth dragons. conquering Westeros #all the while bashing canon daenerys 💀 i don't get it #it seems like hotd have made the greens to be the anti targaryen all the while Aegon. Aemond. haelana and daeron ARE targaryens

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sweetestpopcorn · 11 months

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The wonderful Vilal1ty is translating "The Blacks & the Greens" to Spanish!

You can check out "Los Negros e los Verdes" on the link above 🤗 thank you to @silgeek15 for helping with the translation, and to @lovelyonism for having made this brilliant cover <3

#rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #canon rhaenyra targaryen #canon daeron targaryen #the rogue prince #the princess and the queen #fire and blood #the dance of the dragons #the blacks & the greens #dance of the dragons au #pre asoiaf #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #valyrianscrolls

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drakaripykiros130ac · 3 months

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Can you imagine the nerve Aegon the Usurper had when he asked for statues to be built in “honor” of his fallen brothers, Aemond and Daeron?

The same Aemond and Daeron who committed the most and worst war crimes throughout the Dance?

I can’t imagine that the people of the entire Realm were too happy to hear that. The Greens are the ones who brought them the most suffering.

And while we’re on the subject, why not commission a statue for Helaena as well? Is it the common Greenish sexism we are well used to or just another indication that Aegon didn’t give a damn about her? After all, he didn’t mourn her, and was very excited to marry Cassandra Baratheon and produce new heirs.

In fact, even though he seemed so “distraught” because of Sunfyre’s death, he was rather quick to replace him as well. He brought all the eggs from Dragonstone (Syrax’s eggs, by the way) and claimed he wanted to hatch a dragon that would be even better than Sunfyre (in contrast to his own father, Viserys, who actually suffered and refused to claim another dragon after Balerion died).

This guy is such a jerk, to say the least.

Luckily, the Gods don’t grant him any favors as he never marries Cassandra Baratheon, never produces anymore children, never gets another dragon, and best of all…once the Black armies seize the Capital and Rhaenyra’s son ascends the throne, the construction of those statues is stopped (another clear indication of the Greens’ defeat).

#anti aegon ii targaryen #anti aemond targaryen #anti aemond stans #anti team green #anti greens #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #fire and blood #aegon the usurper #anti daeron targaryen #anti daeron the daring #anti team green stans #canon asoiaf #the blacks #team black #pro team black

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percentstardust · 1 year

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post dance of the dragons status for my muses:

aemond: survived his battle with daemon. vhagar managed to rip away from caraxes hold on her given how much larger and stronger she is. her neck is extremely thick and she sensed aemond's panic in time. this move was unfortunately fatal to vhagar, but, aemond's life and safety were more important to her. daemon misses and the dragons crash to the lake below. aemond is barely able to escape from vhagar's saddle. he swims to the shore and yells for vhagar, who has unfortunately died. default ending for him is him marrying floris baratheon. he can also marry alys too, but, i want this ending for him. he renounces his claim to the throne along with the claim any of his heirs have. he wants nothing to do with it any longer. who he ends up with depends on who i thread with. i will default to floris as his endgame if i am not writing with a ship partner.

rhaenyra: tragically is burned alive and then eaten by her brother's dragon sunfyre. a tragic death i have decided to NOT remove.

jacaerys: does not break his betrothal to baela. vermax still flies low and is mortally wounded, however, jacaerys is able to use his swimming skills to his advantage, swimming under and hiding under debris long enough for someone to rescue him. the person that shot him missed as well. the default ending is that he, like aemond, renounces his claim to the throne. he, however, does not fully abandon aegon iii. he stays long enough to make sure his reign is secure. since i default to him and baela marrying once the dance is over, they end up marrying finally at driftmark. there he and baela remain until corlys passes and the throne of driftmark moves on to them. this does erase baela's canon marriage. which i am willing to work around and to find him another ending. this is just his default ending.

daeron: is reported to have died during the second battle of tumbleton. fate is unknown until i figure out if i want his path to canon diverge as well.

aemma: leaves westeros after her younger brother is crowned king and she travels with anoghul, one of the only dragons to survive the dance. she ends up in pentos and she falls in love with the son of a minor lord. she changes her last name as well per tradition. they have two children: a boy she names lucerys after the first sibling she lost and a girl name nyra in honor of her mother. anoghul lives about fifty years before passing away from a disease only dragons can get. default ending and ship for her. who she ends up with varies from muse to muse.

vhagar: dies from her wounds sustained in her battle against caraxes.

caraxes: dies from his wounds sustained in battle against vhagar.

#& head canons ( all )#& head canons ( vhagar )#& head canons ( aemond targaryen )#& head canons ( daeron targaryen )#& head canons ( aemma velaryon )#& head canons ( jacaerys velaryon )#& head canons ( rhaenyra targaryen )#& head canons ( caraxes )#THIS IS SO MESSY BUT I WAS MOBILE WHEN I WROTE IT UP CHSDHDCHSHDS #death cw #saved

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aangopologist · 1 year

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In my delusion era, so from now on, I declare Daeron survived the war, escaped to Dorne and married a lady from House Dayne. The end

#Daeron the daring #daeron targaryen #House dayne #I read that theory and ever since i don't care about facts logic canon nothing #I'm going to believe the pale blonde hair and purple eyes come from daeron

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randomdragonfires · 1 month

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If The Sun Ever Rises | Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1 | To See You Again

SUMMARY | After narrowly escaping the Battle Above God’s Eye, Prince Aemond is now a hidden fugitive within the very kingdom he once ruled. Driven by vengeance, he plans to usurp Aegon III and avenge his family. His rage-blinded path to the throne begins with getting rid of Cregan Stark and the men who support his nephew’s rule. Having nothing to lose, he recklessly kidnaps the Northerner’s betrothed - his own niece - hoping to lure him and his men out to fight.

Soon, Aemond finds that memories of a first love are strong, and that he cannot steel his heart against the woman he has loved all his life.

WARNINGS | 18+; Smut; Canon Divergence - Aemond lives (but barely); Violence; Stockholm Syndrome; Mental and Physical Trauma; Angst; Canon Incest; Manipulation; No Happy Endings In This House YAY

WORD COUNT | 2k

Text Divider by @saradika

They had been running for three days now.

Slivers of moonlight pierced through the dense canopy above. The twisted and gnarled branches of trees, like skeletal fingers grasping for the Seven Heavens, cast their eerie shadows across the forest floor. The tangled roots snaked across the damp earth and moss clung to the ancient trunks like a dark shroud.

The air was heavy with the scent of damp soil and decaying leaves, mingling with the sweet aroma of wildflowers that dared to bloom amidst the darkness. Faint whispers seemed to echo through the tangled undergrowth, as if the very forest itself held secrets long forgotten.

As they ascended the hill, the terrain grew steeper, the path narrow and treacherous. Each step was a struggle against the relentless pull of gravity, the earth slick with dew beneath their feet. Aemond held onto her hand as tightly as she could - she hadn’t allowed him to touch her initially, having been in shock at being abducted from the arms of her betrothed - but there was only so much a defeated, tired princess could do on her own.

She panted from exertion. The blood on her face was dry now – he’d needed to hurt her to get her to comply. She looked at him with all the anger that he knew she was never capable of, and a forgotten corner of his mind yearned for an easier time when she’d held different feelings for him.

In an ideal world, there would have been no war. He could have married her, just as he’d promised in the protected darkness of the nights in hidden chambers and intimate correspondences. They could have been happy.

Though his thirst for vengeance was screaming at him, a small part of his mind wished for a quieter time; a time that would never come.

His family was dead, and he needed her to balance the scales. He owed Helaena that much. He owed Aegon that much. Mother, Daeron, Criston, sweet Jaehaerys, and Maelor - all his kith and kin. He had failed them all.

He would be damned to all Seven Hells before letting their deaths mean nothing.

At the hill's summit, the forest parted, revealing a precipice that loomed over the land below. The distant glimmer of moonlight danced upon the surface of a winding river, its waters black as night. He let go of her, and she fell to her knees, relishing the feeling of a flat surface and slower breaths as she bid her heart to slow down. He watched her ears perk up as she heard the crunch of his boots over the dry leaves, stalking towards her in that catlike stealth that he had taught himself to have.

He took her by surprise as he tightened his arm around her chest and grabbed her by the neck, making her body twitch in fear as she rose involuntarily. At the edge of the abyss, he turned her around to face him as he let the cold steel of his blade kiss her skin and travel over her frayed white dress from neck to navel.

How did we come to this?

She did not recognize the man in front of her.

He was the boy who had brought her books when her brothers teased her to the point of crying; who had kept her company in her grief of being a dragonless Targaryen; who had held her hand and promised that he would marry her; the one who had come rushing to her the night he claimed Vhagar, promising to take her on a ride.

He was the man who had taunted her and her brothers' parentage at a family supper; who had kissed her senseless in a lone passageway the very same night when he found out that Rhaenrya had no intention of letting him have her. He was the man who had killed sweet, mischievous Luke; the one whom she had left behind when she had been sent to the North; the one whom she had hoped would come and take her away, against all odds.

So many memories tied to him, inexplicably. And yet, she did not recognize the man in front of her.

As a boy, he had had such striking eyes - in color, but more so in the volatility of their regard. Always flitting about, looking for things to imbibe, to brand into his memory. His functional eye had grown different since she had last seen him - distant, devoid of the charming curiosity that would shine in his violet orb.

The eye of a war-worn murderer. He had probably brought her here because he wanted to kill her too.

“You’re supposed to be dead,” she whispered the words, almost uncertain. The coldness of his Valyrian steel dagger made goosebumps rise up on the planes of her skin, and yet, she surprisingly found that she was scared, not in the least.

He smirked and leaned in close to her, the leather strap of his eyepatch grazing her temple as she let the warmth of his breath bloom over her face. He raised the blade to her neck and teased her, being so bold as to let out a throaty, exhausted laugh that sounded more maniacal than anything else. She shut her eyes closed, hoping that if she could keep her world dark, she could pretend that this was all a nightmare.

She had often dreamt that he would take her away. She had hoped and hoped and hoped, and now that he was here, she couldn’t fathom how wrong she had been to wish for it.

Silly little fool.

“Sharp, sweet niece.”

His tone made her flinch. His voice was rough and predatory - so much so that she couldn’t tell if it was him or the situation itself that made her feel that way. “You’re supposed to be dead. Daemon….”

Her voice was lost in the air as he raised his eyebrow, a menacing smile in place as he pressed the blade into her skin - just enough to make a few blood red spots bloom. “I killed him. He thought he was better than me, the old fool. I stabbed him in his right eye, the very one that I lost. Vengeance, dear niece…” His thumb collected the first drop of blood that dripped from where he had made his mark, “... makes for the sweetest of spoils. And I intend to taste more of this victory…”

It happened on instinct, her reaching out to hold his wrist tight through his shirt. The irony of taking the hand of the man who wanted to hurt her and counting on him to not let her fall was not lost on her; but if she didn’t, she was sure she would faint.

“...With you.”

The last words confused her, having her mind scrabbling to piece the puzzle and figure out his intent. “Me?” She leaned her head back to breathe and put some space between her and his blade, but that only spurned him more as he pulled her to him by the back of her neck.

“Aegon, Helaena, Criston, Jaeherys, Maelor, mother…vengeance for them all. When he comes for you, to save you… I’ll kill him, and then I’ll kill the little boy that you call a King. Take what is rightfully mine and avenge them.”

The Aemond she had known was too calculated, too weary to tell anyone anything at all. But this, this wasn’t her Aemond. This was a different man - a mad killer, a stranger; one that intended to use her in his rage-filled path to regicide and revenge.

When he comes for you, to save you… I’ll kill him.

She could only think of one man who would come looking for her. Her betrothed, Cregan Stark - the same man who had shown her Northern hospitality and shared his home and hearth so she could be kept safe away from the bloodshed of the war.

And Aemond wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill them all and take the Iron Throne.

“Gods…”

She had always felt compelled to help during the war. She wasn’t a skilled warrior, nor was she a bold woman. Dainty little sweetheart, her mother used to call her. How can I manage to keep you safe and sound?

She had always wanted to help her mother - be a good daughter and play her part in helping her sit the Throne, as was her birthright. When she had been sent to the North as Cregan Stark’s betrothed, Rhaenyra Targaryen had told her that this was her duty, her contribution to the Blacks’ victory.

You will help me win by keeping my mind at ease about you, child, she had said. You will help me win by staying safe and bringing the Northerners’ allegiance to our cause.

That had been her contribution, but it hadn’t been enough. Daemon, Luke, Jace, Joffrey, Rhaenys… they’re all dead. She had done what she could, and it was not enough.

And now, Aemond wanted to kill sweet Aegon. Her beloved brother, the little one who held the weight of the world on his shoulders. He would make a fine king, she knew - but not if Aemond was going to lure Cregan out to fight and make him vulnerable to attacks.

She’d be damned to all Seven Hells if she let him win.

He had been observing her, it seemed. As she let her thoughts sweep her away, he had taken to watching her, reminding himself of every inch of her. She raised her hand to his warm dry cheek, bony from what could have only been a lack of proper food. How long has he been staying here, amidst the trees?

“You don’t have to do this, uncle. Let me go now, and it’ll be like it never happened. There’s been enough bloodshed.”

She thought she imagined it, but she knew it was true when she felt his grip on the blade falter for just a moment. She made good on his momentary lapse and kicked his knee to fold under him with all her might. He fell, and she took hurried steps away from him as he grunted in pain.

Her skirts swirled as she turned just slightly, sneaking a peek off the edge of the hill. If she jumped, she would fall into the waters that ran below - but would that be enough? She’d have to die. She had to. She would not let him use her; she would not let him kill them.

This was her contribution to the war. Her deceased mother’s victory lay in her daughter’s ability to keep the rightful king alive. This was her chance, and she was not going to fail her. He stood up with panting breaths, and she looked him in the eye as boldly as she could, knowing very well that she might as well be living her last and final moments.

She had always wanted to fly - and if she wasn’t going to do it now, then when would she?

She closed her eyes and threw herself over the edge, seeing the sky become a fading memory as she made the steep drop. Halfway through, she opened her eyes and saw him leaning over the edge, panicked, watching her free-falling figure from the hilltop as she flew, flew, flew.

She fell into the water, making contact with sharp tree branches and thorns on the way down in her descent. The blood on her face and body mixed with the water that surrounded her, and blood-red ripples muddled her vision as she closed her eyes.

Water filled her nostrils, and her vision went dark in a matter of mere moments.

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A/N: Got so inspired by the S2 poster, I managed to finish this damn thing hehe. This was a lot more fast paced than my usual writing style, and I'd love to hear what you guys think! I've been really out of touch with fic writing, and feedback is always welcome :)

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