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Corlys Velaryon NSFW Alphabet
summary: it's in the title :)
notes: why is writing fanfic so easy compared to original works :///
warnings: written with afab!reader in mind, smut, mentions of corlys' god complex
tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @levithestripper @cookielovesbook-akie @a-beaverhousen @ilikeitbetterangsty (hmu to be added/removed!)
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He knows his size. That’s all I’m gonna say. Takes care of you real good, massages you if you feel sore.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his hands, especially his fingers. Also knows exactly what his ringed hands do to you, and uses it to his full advantage.
Loves your ass. Corlys is definitely into spanking, and it shows.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
All this talk of legacy makes me 100% sure that he always cums inside.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Wants to fuck you on every centimeter of Driftmark, and then some.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s seen the world, of course he’s experienced (also he’s a dilf so…)
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
It’s a tie between anal and doggy. He really does love your ass, and anal is a way to be super super close to you. Doggy is just for the view tbh.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s a serious person, and that translates into the bedroom.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Definitely has a manscaping kit from Lys.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I think he’d be surprisingly romantic and gentle with you, but then he notices the size difference between your head and his hands and…
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
While he’s away, he does it to relieve himself, but he doesn’t need that when you’re there.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Size kink, breeding kink, bondage and dom/sub dynamics
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere really, as long as it’s not public
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A display of power from you gets him a little bit excited tbh. It’s more pride than anything, but he still finds it hot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Share you. You’re his, and it should stay that way. Also, he wouldn’t enjoy subbing or being tied up, but he loves it on you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers giving, like the man he is. He’s also disgustingly good at it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Look at him. He does whatever gets your brain mushy.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Seldom, if there’s been a long time period without seeing each other.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
As long as the risks aren’t any of his No’s he’s okay with experimenting (on you)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Lasts forever. He needs a little rebound time, but he could go at it all night.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s traveled the world, so I’d assume he’s brought some stuff back.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Loves to tease you. As said, he wants you to be a little cockdumb. Especially if you’re very powerful normally, there’s something about you being a babbling mess for him that just gets him going
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Silent and deadly
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Brings you lingerie from Lys and Myr to tear it apart
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He knows his size, and his size is big :)
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Pretty high I’d say. He needs it, especially if he’s had a long day.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He takes care of you for a while, but as soon as you’re cuddling together, he’s gone
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Being Corlys’ Bastard Daughter in a Secret Relationship with Rhaenyra Would Include...
I started writing this weeks ago and recently finished. Kinda went ham on it, sorry if it got too long! I’m also working on fics about this concept so stay tuned. Also spoilers for House of The Dragon up to episode 7, Driftmark. Hope ya’ll enjoy!
• You were Laenor and Laena’s half sister, since you were Corlys’ bastard daughter but you were legitimized in his eyes once you came into adulthood.
• Rhaenys accepted you with open arms, seeing you as a daughter just as she saw Laena and Laenor as her children respectfully.
• You didn’t care much for lady-like duties, choosing to chase behind Laenor and the other knights of your house to train in sword and shield. Corlys had his issues with it of course, but as long as you did what you could to keep up appearances, he was fine. Rhaenys was there to teach you all about being a lady, while sharing much of the fierceness a Targaryen could hold.
• Like Laenor, you had different tastes to what was expected of you.
• You much preferred the company of the ladies of court as your father frequented Kings Landing as King Viserys’s master of ships. Being around other ladies of court wasn’t frown upon much, you were safe from rumors, unlike your brother Laenor, it was easy to navigate yourself through your specific tastes since close bonds between women of the court were common.
• It remained common as you could keep them, a few lingering smiles here and a few compliments there, until you met the crowned Princess herself, Rhaenyra Targaryen.
• She was betrothed to your brother Laenor but he didn’t see her like that, yet you did. The Princess noticed you, and complimented you accordingly:
“You’re just as pretty as your brother, Lady Y/N,” Rhaenyra said before kissing your hand.
• Laenor may have been her betrothed, but Rhaenyra spent much time with you: listening of your tales amongst the sea with your father while Rhaenyra told you stories of dragons, even mentioning that she’d like to take you on the back of Syrax if you’d like to.
• During Laenor and the Princess’s wedding, the both of you kept running into each other on the dance floor. Her eyes tracing your body as she moved from man to man, attention on the way the music took you.
• Kept a close eye on you until the violence began, going straight towards you, keeping you safe through all of chaos.
“I need to find my brother!” you said.
Rhaenyra shook her head, hands still holding yours.
“I must protect you for him, my lady.”
• You knew you had feelings for the Princess after she married Laenor. The ten years away from her while she was in Kings Landing and you on Driftmark made you crave for her presence again. So you wrote to her, along with Laenor and Laena, respectively as she was in Essos.
• Rhaenyra oft wrote back, telling of her children and how much she missed you. She detailed your beauty in her letters, joking about how she’d rather be the wife of another Velaryon than your brother.
• You gushed at the letter once it got to you, thinking over a fortnight of what to say back to the Princess. It was treason and down right wrong to think of Rhaenyra in a nonplatonic way yet the Princess’s words drew you with so much tenderness inside.
• Rhaenyra’s letters kept arriving, wondering when you’d get back to her: both physically and by letter. You didn’t mean to leave her in the dark, but after hearing about her relations with Harwin and how she adored him saddened you. You wished to be the sole love she adored.
• You didn’t write her back until Laena’s death, pouring out everything you thought for her and the hate you felt for Laena going off with Daemon to Pentos, for making Rhaenys a wreck and making your father quiet, so much so that he didn’t talk much until the funeral.
• You and Laena weren’t the closest, yet she always made an effort to understand you the most, boasting that the blood of old Valyria was still strong in you, whether you weren’t full Velaryon or not. She never looked down or joked about your preferences, encouraging it along with Laenor.
• Laenor took Laena’s death the hardest though. You tried sticking by his side during the funeral, trying not to crack under your uncle Vaemond’s words of Velaryon blood, glancing at Rhaenyra’s own boys and you. It made it hard for you to handle your grief when anger bubbled inside, forcing you to clutch your hands tightly that red nail marks carved at your palms.
• Rhaenyra noticed however, prompting her youngest son there, Lucerys to comfort you in some way. The boy reluctantly looked to his mother, than to you before bounding over (thanks to a stern, yet easygoing nod from Rhaenyra) and taking one of your clasped hands into his tiny one.
• Your wall of rage tumbled just a bit, breaking your intense focus to see your nephew staring with wide eyes, steady and ready to bolt back to his mother and father if things grew awry. All you wanted was some one there who understood your pain, your rage, your heartbreak. You knew of the rumors, you may have been away from court but the gossip always ran throughout the seven kingdoms. The words bastard and Strong thrown around carelessly of Rhaenyra’s boys so much so that you felt terrible for them or even considering the truth that they weren’t Laenor’s boys.
•Whether they truly had the “saltiest and thickest Velaryon blood” didn’t matter, even though you were a Velaryon in Corlys’ eyes, yet in other members of the house’s eyes you were still the Sea Snake’s bastard daughter. A title you could never escape from. You didn’t know what Lucerys went though but you held his hand anyway, pulling him close for a hug. You may not know what the boy went through but it had to be something similar to your own strive.
•The boy hesitated but returned it immediately, clutching onto you for the rest of your uncle’s speech. You felt loved, you may have only met your nephew but you could tell Rhaenyra and Laenor loved and raised him decently so far.
“I-Is aunt Y/N all right?” Jacaerys asked as he approached you and Luke, holding his mother and father’s hands.
Luke glanced up at you expectantly, hugging into your side, as if asking his brother’s question a second time.
“Y-Yeah,” you said. Your voice rough but you tried your best in sounding all right. “T-Thank you for worrying about me, boys.”
Rhaenyra met your eye as you ruffled the boys’ hair, totally not buying your words at all.
“Laenor, take the boys to bed, please?” Rhaenyra said. She patted your brother’s arm before continuing. “I’ll be along shortly.”
Laenor seemed just as worn out as you, doing what his wife told was simple yet he still was rather sluggish in taking Jace and Luke’s hands, leaving you and Rhaenyra alone.
• Rhaenyra drew closer and like her son, she was cautious of touching you.
“Alicent, and her father have been watching me,” she said as she glanced past and beyond you discreetly. “Walk with me to the beach?”
“Have I some how entered your circle of rumors, Princess?” you said.
Rhaenyra smiled weakly. “Something like that, my lady.”
• Once you walked enough of the beach and nightfall began to cover you both thanks to the decline of the sun, Rheanyra took you into her arms, wrapping you close by the waist.
• Her touch. Finally feeling her skin, her warmth for over ten years made the emotions bubble up in you yet again as tears flowed from you.
“I’m here,” Rhaenyra whispered. She pressed a hand to the back of your head. “I-I’m so sorry, Y/N”
You held onto her, crying into her chest, babbling about everything you held against you for the past ten years.
“I-I don’t know what to do,” you sobbed. “With Laenor being your king consort and Laena dead, I possibly couldn’t be Lady of Driftmark or Lady of the Tides as a--”
Rhaenyra took your face before you could even say the word bastard. Through your tear stained eyes you saw her own crestfallen expression, water clinging to her own eyes.
“You are a true Velaryon,” Rhaenyra declared. “It may not be official but I promise as queen you will be. It will be my first act.”
• The Princess then kissed you, hard, fierce and fiery as kissing a Targaryen should be. You shivered in her arms thanks to the brisk air Driftmark held, especially close to the sea as night continued to crawl through the final peaks of sun.
• Rhaenyra’s hands traveled over your waist, holding you as if you’d sail away at any moment, ship off for another ten years.
“Come with me, us to Dragonstone,” Rhaenyra said. Desperation written on her face as she panted from your previous make out. “Be my lady in waiting, my sworn sword, I don’t care I-I just need you with me!”
The words “sworn sword” hit you in a sour way.
“Like your former? He’s replaceable? W-Would I be?” you said.
Rhaenyra’s grip on your sides grew rough; you gasped at the slight pinch in pain as she pulled you to be inches from her lips again.
“I loved Harwin, he can never be replaced,” she said, solidifying your worries. “But he isn’t you. A-And what I feel for you isn’t quite the same as I had with him.”
You shook your head, speaking the truth of the rumors.
“You’d have children with me?” you said. “I-If we could?”
“I would and more, you’d be my Queen consort instead of your brother,” the Princess responded cheekily.
• The both of you shared more kisses, along with touches that lingered. Rhaenyra wanted to go further, you both did but the lost of loved ones sought you both against it for now.
• When you both found Jace, Luke, Baela and Rhaena bloodied from their scuffle with Aemond, you immediately formed a shield around all your nieces and nephews with Corlys, Rhaenys and Rhaenyra.
• Luke clung to you instantly as Alicent tried attacking the boy, almost cutting you if Rhaenyra didn’t stop the mad Queen first.
• When Alicent cut Rhaenyra, you were at the Princess’s side but not before Luke scurried to her left, you to her right. You held her as she bled, immediately calling for a maester for not only Rhaenyra’s wounds but for that of your nephews and nieces as well.
• You stayed by her side as the maesters stitched her arm. Luke clung to you again, asking his mother if she was all right while Jace held your other hand. Rhaenyra reassured him with a kiss on the forehead before doing the same to Jace.
“You boys have cause a lot of trouble tonight. Now go off to bed, for real this time,” Rhaenyra said.
Her boys did what they were told but not before hugging Rhaenyra then you as well.
• Rhaenyra began to notice how much her boys got attached to you, especially Luke and deemed you as a second mother to them after your permanent stay on Dragonstone, and having them squire under you and Laenor.
• You became a quasi mentor to your nephew Luke, since he’d inherit Driftmark as Lord of the Tides. Of course he had trouble getting seasick but you still reassured him that he’d make a fine Lord of the Tides and helped him during short sea trips from Dragonstone to Kingslanding to help him adjust to life on the sea.
• Rhaenyra would always fly over with Syrax to ensure that the both of you arrived and departed safely.
• She always welcomed you with a tight embrace, checking over you as soon as she was done ensuring Luke was in one piece.
• Rhaenyra always found time to be alone with you, always thanking you for being amazing with her boys and always made sure you felt all right here with this family she cultivated on Dragonstone.
“I hope you feel a part of this family as much as I believe you are,” Rhaenyra said while she held your hand. She cuddled next to you while she played with the braids of your silver hair. “Have ever I told you how beautiful your hair is?”
You grew sheepish at her words, especially at the mention of being her family, finally a part of her life and finally able to be with her.
“You really see me as your family?” you said as you tucked yourself against her chest. “What does that make me? Secret lover to the heir apparent?”
Rhaenyra shook her head and gave you a deep kiss.
“You will be my only sole lover, Y/N Velaryon, a true Lady of Driftmark right next to the Queen of the seven kingdoms.”
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The only Daughter: Prolog
Note: It is my first story and i hope you like the Prolog….. ik it is very short!
English is not my native language!
Pairing: ? x Fem! Targaryen reader
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You're the first born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen and Laenor Velaryon
You are the only child of Rhaenyra who has Valyrian silver hair and purple eyes or better said, you have a purple eye and a green eye like Alyssa Targaryen, the mother of your grandfather Viserys and his brother Daemon the rogue prince.
Your eyes were also the reason why your grandfather cried when he held you in his arms for the first time, because after all those years he saw his mother in your beautiful eyes again.
You were the only grandchild of Viserys where he wanted to choose the name too.
Rhaenyra and Viserys thought about to name you after the late Queen Aemma or after Viserys mother Alyssa. But your father Laenor wanted a name for you which no Targaryen or Velaryon had yet.
Rhaenyra and Viserys agreed that you need an exceptional name, one that nobody will ever forget. And so they decided to name you
y/n Velaryon.
A few weeks after your birth, there were many rumors about you and your mother. Many believed you were the true-born daughter to Prince Daemon Targaryen with Princess Rhaenyra. Viserys didn’t want to hear any of these rumours, for him you were his true-born granddaughter.
After you were born in King’s Landing, your parents made a big feast in celebration. Many lords and ladies from everywhere of the realm have arrived to see you and to be able to be there at your feast.
Your mother and father received many congratulations for your birth and many gifts were brought for you. You also received a gift from your aunt Lady Laena. After she heard about your birth, she went to the nest of her she-dragon Vhagar and chosed a black egg with red stripes for you.
That evening you were also named as the heiress of the iron throne. Both your mother and grandfather adhered to the tradition that the first-born child, whether boy or girl should inherit the throne.
But for many Lords of the realm and most of all for the Hightowers, it was bad enough that your mother Princess Rhaenyra was named as heiress of the iron throne.
But when you another princess were named as the next heiress, the protests among the lords became more, for them neither you or your mother were the rightful heirs but Aegon Targaryen your uncle and the firstborn son of the King.
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and she may be his favorite daughter but not his favorite children because she is not Laenor 😭🔫
#he is not the worst man she knows#still he doesn't deserve her#the sea dragon the clubfoot and the green queen#corlys valeryon#velaryon reader#hotd x reader#hotd edit#hotd fic#lu edit
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Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)
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How did everyone react to her growing up and becoming more… scandalous? (Part 1)
Warning: small intervals of absolutely filthy smut— you’ve been warned.
Post “brothel incident”
Viserys
Where to begin…
The man man was absolutely belligerent when he found out about the small “trip” Daemon had taken Jaehaera and Rhaenyra on.
I think we all know that Daemon would get the brunt of it. He gets banished, as we know, and Rhaenyra is given the moon tea— which Jaehaera witnessed.
The banishment she did not. She would find that out later, early in the morning.
No, she was with Rhaenyra all the way through. As Viserys chewed into his heir more viscously than he’d ever before. I’m fact, Jaehaera may have even viewed him as a threat; the feeling would nullify not to long after however. She sat back, out of respect and some fear by the hard glare her father had given to her when she tried to argue for Rhaenyra. There she sat, until her father left— without a word said to her— and she watched as a cup was placed in front of Rhaenyra by one of the maesters.
Thus her hatred for them intensified ten fold.
She saw the way Rhaenyra’s eyes welled up with tears, and Jaehaera even offered to toss it out the window.
“No one need know Nyra. Just ask me so and it’ll be done.”
Rhaenyra shook her head and downed it in one gulp. A single tear trailed down the girls cheek, flicked off by the soft pad of Jaehaera’s thumb. She kneeled before the other princess, holding her face close to her own, whispering sweet nothings and hymns in valerian. It only took a few minutes for Rhaenyra to fall asleep, like putty in the magical girl’s hands, and that’s when Jaehaera bid her goodnight with a kiss.
Jaehaera would then seek out her father, pinning the growing knot to the depths of her stomach. This would be one of the moments the girl had ever felt truly scared after being rescued. Treacherous thoughts bubbled at the surface of her anxiety like clockwork.
You’ve done it now.
You’re spoiled goods.
You’re repulsive, and there’s no getting your reputation back.
He’ll toss you aside now.
He finally sees you as you are.
She simply swallowed them back the best she could as she twisted the door knob of the hidden entrance, leading to Viserys chambers, tight enough to tame the tremor in her hands.
“Father I know I have shamed you, I come to apologize. Please do not blame Rhaenyra, she would not have gone if I had not agreed, and Daemon—,”
“He’s been banished.”
Jaehaera would be taken back by the information, but then thought she should have known. She’d stare at the back of Viserys head, for he would not look at her. So she did the only thing she knew. She groveled, and she pleaded.
“My king, I understand if you wish me gone. Just order me to do so and I’ll be gone by daylight. All I ask is that I be allowed to take Shrykos with me. We’re bonded, and I’m afraid of what she might do if separated from me—,”
“What in the seven hells are you talking about child?!” Viserys would suddenly be in front of her, eyes wide, eyebrow furrowed, and mouth agape in disbelief to what he was hearing.
“I know it’s a lot to ask, but I swear I would never use her or any other dragon against the royal family—,” Jaehaera carried on, misunderstanding his expression for outrage due to her request.
“You’re family,” Viserys interrupted, grabbing the girl by the arm to hoist her up, “You are royal. You are a dragon. You are a Targaryen— my daughter.”
His nose would scrunch up in disgust. Not at her, never at her, but at himself. Had he truly made her think such a thing? That he would give her up? After all this time, he’d at least thought he made it clear how much her cherished her.
“I am merely angry my dear,” he scoffed, “and truly not even for your actions, nor Rhaenyra’s. You’re both children and wild, so was I. I am angered by your reputations being questioned, and so easily at that. I was only hard on Rhaenyra because she is my heir. Her reputation being at stake puts her hold to the throne at risk.”
Viserys would spend hours trying to convince Jaehaera that this would mean nothing. That this event would go by, that all would be well, that she would need not worry about leaving or being asked to do so. He’d continue to remind her that this was her home. Her family. Until the sun rose, he’d tell her that. It was only when she fell asleep at his feet, after fiddling with a new wooden project, that he realized that it was himself he was trying to convince.
Were his words enough.
Viserys would from then on put a warning on Jaehaera’s name. The first time someone else questioned her honor after that day, they were dismissed, dismembered, or disappeared. This brought a hushed whisper when the princess was brought into conversation at court. But she could feel their eyes. Jaehaera just chose to ignore them, later finding it funny to wink or bite jokingly at them— making most of them flinch either way.
And when it came to favors or requests… well Jaehaera had never been denied before.
It was rather easy to have Edeline become her private maid. (The princess had offered ladyship, but the girl refused, wishing to not take part of court. However, Jaehaera forbid her from actually ever working without getting paid.)
Otto
Holy shit this man would not get off Jaehaera’s back.
Spies would always try and follow her around, find out information on what or who she was doing. Key word being try.
Jaehaera knew about them of course. You can’t exactly sneak up on a shadow. They were playing her game; they were bound to lose.
So— naturally, Jaehaera took this as an act of war, and she did what she did best… making Otto Hightower look irrelevant.
Whatever he knew, she knew first. Whenever he was conjuring up a scheme, she was there to stop it. And if he even dared to whisper in the kings ear in order to persuade his opinion— let’s just say Jaehaera was standing on the other side of her father, listening, and laughing at his audacity. Particularly when it came to the affairs of her beloveds.
“You’re majesty, you’re brother is far to rash, even if he wins the war what would stop him from creating another one from within these very walls—,”
“I could always go.” She’d suggest, practically scaring Otto out of his skin.
“To war?” Both men would ask, their tones differing greatly.
Calming the smugness threatening to rise up her cheeks, the princess nodded. “I’ve enough skill in strategy, and I’ve bested every soldier you’ve put in front of me. This is a small war as well, it should be a great one for me to begin with.”
“We’ll that would be preposterous—,”
“Very well.”
Otto almost lost his eyes due to shock that day. A woman— a princess was allowed into battle, to accompany the Rogue prince, and then proceeded to win AND rekindle the peace between the two siblings.
He was livid.
Oh and how he hated as she got closer to Alicent. His daughter had always adored the younger girl, finding no flaw. She would not here of any slander, not even from her father. Which only grew worse after he pushed her to marry Viserys.
He’d hoped that this would have put some rift in the girl’s relationship, it had with the other, Princess Rhaenyra. But no matter how hard he tried to place wicked thoughts of doubt into Alicent’s head regarding the raven haired dragon, she would become deaf to his words. She drifted from his control, became more independent. More defiant.
The only thing that brought him ease was the thought of his grandson succeeding the throne. But Jaehaera seemed to kill that dream as well.
“Perhaps if the princess were to marry… prince Aegon?”
A gagging noise came from behind him and Viserys, who also looked disgusted by the notion. Jaehaera quickly wrapped her arms around the back of her fathers chair, “The boy is barely two! That is foul.”
Viserys would hear no more of it.
All of this only egged Otto on to take revenge. And he only knew one way to do it.
He went for Jaehaera’s cherished handmaiden, Edeline.
He thought it would be the easiest, for she were a mere servant.
First, the plan was simple. Expose the true nature of the princess and the maid’s relationship to court, that way Viserys could no longer turn a blind eye, and he’d have to banish the girl from the grounds.
Yeah that didn’t work out to well…
Their breathing was haggard, filling the palace hall’s shamefully with desperate whines and the slapping of skin. Lords and Ladies passed by with burning cheeks, while others simply stopped to watch as the couple pleasured themselves— in their own room. The door was left open, inviting any onlookers to watch as the princess tossed the girl around like a rag doll. She held her thighs firm to the mattress as she ravaged her maid, before pulling away and turning her over to show the audience her weeping cunt. Or she’d bend her over the mattress, slapping the same sensitive area, then fucking her relentlessly with her fingers. Only to flip her over once again, after she had cum for the fifth time, to ride her Edeline’s face, making sure to make a good show for Otto’s spies— who had in fact opened the door (not knowing that she had left it unlocked for that very reason).
Let’s just say, she wasn’t reprimanded— and Viserys had Otto’s spies trialed.
Since that didn’t work, Otto thought he’d have someone — paid off knights— harass the poor girl instead until she finally left on her own accord.
Yeah… those guys ended up dead.
And it was only until a certain incident that he’d be able to hurt Edeline. That would also be the day his death sentence was written.
Rhaenys and Corlys
Literally could not give a shit. I stand by my statement that Corlys is an ally. He had a rough patch at first but as time past, let’s be real— he’s an ally. (He is in my story cause I said so)
Man believes in equal chances, so if men get to sleep around, then so do women. Simple as that. (Unless if they’re married and have promised to be loyal— not a Laenor and Rhaenyra situation— cause he doesn’t fuck around with infidelity.) I swear if Daemon had cheated on Laena, all hell would have broke loose.
Anyway— his son is also gay, and Laena is bi, so at this point he just has to expect that fruitiness is in his genes. And he treats Jaehaera like a daughter, so it’s not that big of a deal.
ALSO he hates Otto. So does Rhaenys. Because Jaehaera definitely talks shit about him to them all the time. There’s no doubt in my mind that she has in fact just traveled over to see them to vent and rant about how much of a pain in the ass Otto has been.
Oh, and they both know Edeline– everyone does let’s just clear the air. Corlys is kinda neutral about his feelings toward the girl. He doesn’t think anyone is good enough for Jaehaera, but Edeline makes her happy so he likes her in that since— and is kind to her/protects her when he can because Jaehaera cares for her.
Rhaenys, however, more of a love-hate relationship. No matter how hard she tries the only fault she can find in the girl is that she wished Jaehaera to be with Laena more. Selfish reason she knows. But she ships hardcore. But she definitely wouldn’t go out of her way to be cruel to her either.
(We’ll get more into that later.)
Daemon
He loves it… kinda.
Daemon revels in Jaehaera’s mischief, chaos, and numerous of scandals, which only grew after the whole brothel incident. But what he loved the most is when he’s apart of her shenanigans.
When he was banished, in the beginning he would live for the stories of what Jaehaera would do. However, as time passed and the tales grew wilder, Daemon became restless. Soon what had become fun and humorous was now something he envied and longed for.
And he promised himself that after he won the war, he would never be without the girl for too long.
Although, he didn’t expect her to appear in front of him before the battle began.
“Have you missed me, my Prince?”
The way he would have RAN to her.
It didn’t matter that she was now his height, or that she was clad in armor— begrudgingly due to her father’s request. Daemon was simply elated and showed it by tossing her in the air, before engulfing her in a hug.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” She’d joke, petting his head like an excited dog. “You know this would not have been a problem if you would simply stop getting banished.”
“I might have to take your advice.” He whispered, laying dozens of kisses along her neck, cheeks, and finally her brow.
“Would you kindly unhand my dear friend, Prince Daemon?” Laenor would interject, only earning a glare and a shove from Corlys. “What?! We need her to debrief!”
Oh and during the battle he’d gossip like a young lady in court, wanting to know if all the rumors were true.
When he returns to court, he keeps his promise and doesn’t get banished. He leaves on his own accord, often after Jaehaera would leave as well. He couldn’t stand being in court without her. Everything always seemed rather…dull. He had Rhaenyra of course, but she felt like forbidden ground. No matter how much he wished, Daemon couldn’t bring himself to go to her. He thought he was sparing her, taking away the temptation. As if he did know what went on between her and Sir Strong. Nor did she seem to acknowledge whatever relations he had.
Speaking of relations… Daemon and Laena.
That incredible ship is also thanks to Jaehaera.
The night of Rhaenyra and Laenor’s wedding, that obviously went to shit, Jaehaera danced with everyone she found pleasant. Yet she saved the most for Daemon and Laena. She had caught the looks shared between them, and found herself intrigued. It wasn’t long before Jaehaera left the cloak that had been wrapped around her frame go, revealing a dressed made specially from this very occasion— a gift from her father.
It was rare that the princess wore a dress, and for most a once in a life time opportunity.
The silk hugged her body until it reached the end of her spine, flowing out enough for it to take up a third of the floor when she spun. It was scarlet red, to no surprise, and accented with the finest gold, highlighting the glided plates covering her breasts. She look like a temptress, ready to plunge her sword into your heart if you dared to come too close.
This caught the attention of almost every lord or lady, and Jaehaera couldn’t help but grin as she watched Daemon and Laena’s gaze flicker between her and each other. Therefore, it almost shocked the girl when Lady Laena was the first to move, making her way toward the princess with those flirtatious eyes.
Gods she was gorgeous.
And if Jaehaera hadn’t cared for Daemon, she may have simply stolen the lady away to have her all to herself. That did give her an idea though.
In between the midst of a feverish dance, the eighth of the night for the inseparable trio— where touches had grown all consuming and more persistent in nature— Daemon finally relented to the constant teasing Jaehaera inflicted on them both. He halted their movements when it was his turn with her, whilst she kept an eye on their prime target of infatuation.
“What are you playing at Issa jaesa?”
“Why? Do you not wish to play anymore?” She asked with a teasing look.
Growing increasingly more restless, Daemon gripped the back neck to cease her wandering gaze. “I don’t like being left out of the rules.”
“Aw Dae,” she cooed at him like a child whilst running her nails through his recently cut hair. “You should know by now that there’s no rules.”
She’d escape his grip with a quick, hard tug of his hair, sliding under his arm to retrieve the Lady Laena. The daughter of the Lord of Driftmark giggled as Jaehaera pulled her close, swaying to music with playful sensuality. Soon the Princess would shift their feet in a new direction, disguising it with twists and twirls, and in a few seconds the girls had escaped the frenzy of the lively dance floor.
Daemon watched closely as Jaehaera led Laena away, hand firm on her waist while continuing to whisper in her ear. He didn’t miss the wink she sent him before they made their exit however.
It too him longer to make his way through, another way for the gods to punish him once again, because every lady of age wished to seduce the rough prince who was free of engagement. And every othe lord w wanted to congratulate him on his successes or talk his ear off for a proposal.
When he finally broke free to, one might say he was running out the door. The Prince walked furiously, keeping his ears open for an either of their voices— until he noticed a crack in the wall.
Sneaking his way through the small, practically unnoticeable, entryway, Daemon finally heard them. And what he saw matched the obscenities he had been imagining all afternoon.
Hidden in the darkness of the secret passageway, Laena was pressed against the cold stone walls. Her skin was flush, matching her shallow breathing and mewling whispers muffled by the back of her own hand. Small spots of red and purple decorated the top of her breast— low enough to hide later but not now when they pressed firmly against her bodice. Whilst her dress was bunched up at her hips, which were being pinned down by Jaehaera as she ravaged the girls wetness as if it were the elixir of life.
All of this was no shock to the Prince; he knew that that the fellow dragon’s hunger battled his. Yet he couldn’t help but laugh at the position she had contorted the Lady in.
It would seem the Princess would kneel for nothing other than her duty or honor, for rather than stooping to devour Lady Laena’s cunt, she simply elevated her lover. She held the woman firm to the wall, legs laid atop her shoulders, as she held her hips and the plush of her ass. The sight drove Dameon mad with lust, and he could feel as the blood rushed to his cock, leaving a bulge for both the women to notice as proof.
“Isn’t she wonderful Daemon?” Jaehaera asked, humming each word to make Laena’s head rush with ecstasy. “Look at how she quivers against my tongue.”
Daemon did as he was told, watching as Jaehaera’s tongue pressed and prodded against Laena cunt, before answering in a low tone. “You’re both magnificent.”
Laena let out a cry at the sudden sting against her swollen bud, looking down at the princess with pleasing eyes.
“He gave us a compliment, Issa gevie nymph. Be a good girl and thank him.” My beautiful nymph
Daemon groaned at the order, rubbing himself shamelessly through his pants. And he swore under his breath as the lady followed it without hesitation.
“T-thank you my prince, you are en-enchanting as well.”
“Oh look at her Daemon,” Jaehaera cooed with a patronizing tone, “talking like a proper lady. As if she isn’t getting herself off by riding my tongue as you watch.”
Her point only being proven as Laena whines and bucks her hips up as Jaehaera pulled her face away.
“Oh don’t act like a brat now,” she said, pushing two fingers into the Lady’s mouth for her to suck on. “Not when you’re doing so well.”
At some point Daemon couldn’t take it anymore and rid of his pants, stroking himself at the filthy sight. Glancing over at him, a sinister smile makes its way up the princess’s face.
“Don’t worry Daemon, you can have fun with her after I get another one out of her.”
Another one. Daemon hand stopped at the base of his cock, knowing he would cum just at the thought if he didn’t pace himself.
“She’s already cum?” He asked, just to torture himself further.
“Yes,” Jaehaera purred, testing Laena by pushing her fingers even farther back, until she was satisfied. “She’s rather sensitive Dae, it was only seconds before you joined us.”
Removing her drenched fingers for Laena’s mouth she spread them, watching as threads of spit spread across them. “Well done love, I suppose you deserve your reward now.”
Without a seconds notice the princess curled her fingers into Laena’s warmth, watching intently as her eyes were level with the woman’s sex.
“Lo ao lua bona bē nyke’ll spill isse issa ondos.” If you keep that up I’ll spill in my hand. Daemon spoke in an array of grunts and moans as he kept fucking into his fist.
Paying no mind, Jaehaera responded simply. “Umbagon.” Wait.
Her tone didn’t help at all.
Mercilessly, Jaehaera continued to curl her fingers just right, attacking Laena’s place of pleasure just right until she could barely think for herself.
“Do you fancy Prince Daemon?” Jaehaera asked with genuine inquiry. “I saw the way you were staring at him,” she glanced over at the him for a moment as well, “and you know he fancies you.”
“Yesyesyes—,” Laena sputter as Jaehaera pressed the pad of her thumb against her clit.
Smiling adoringly at the answer, Jaehaera nodded, making sure to drive the lady before her dumb with pleasure. “Would you like to marry him?”
The question made Laena and Daemon glance at each other before looking at Jaehaera with the same confusion.
“Oh don’t look at me like that. It would be great for the both of you,” she commented with an unfamiliar twinkle in her eyes, “Daemon wouldn’t have to deal with constant annoyances, and you would be married to someone interesting rather than a simple, mediocre lord.”
Jaehaera lifted her up farther, as if she were a feather in her hand, and used the leverage to thrust her fingers into her faster, harder. Laena’s eyes went white.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes!”
“Dameon?” Jaehaera question with a the same smile he saw that day during the festival as she danced with him for hours. “I am quite fond of her.”
He couldn’t say no.
“Yes.”
It wasn’t too long after that Laena came, her body quivering against Jaehaera’s, and whimpering as she felt her fingers leave her empty.
“No need to cry Issa gevie nymph, Daemon’s gonna take care of you now,” Jaehaera comforted her, caressing her thighs and face as she lowered her down. “And he’ll stuff you full again, if you want him to.”
Daemon’s jaw practically unhinged as he threw back his head at the idea. The most he had expected was for her mouth wrapped around him, but it would seem Jaehaera had other plans entirely.
“Is that what you want?” Jaehaera asked with a softer tone as Laena’s head bobbed incoherently. “You want him to fill you up? That way the King and your father would no longer have a choice but to wed you.”
That’s exactly what happened.
Jaehaera held Laena from behind, teasing her breasts and clit as Daemon fucked her relentlessly. He became crazed by the sight of the two women, as one crumbled between them, and the other touches were Daemon and Laena’s bodies merged. And in the end, all three shared a kiss of their own, and the two dragons helped Lady Laena become presentable once again.
When they returned to the banquet, both escorted her to her seat, whispering sweet nothings in her ear along the way. Laenor was the first to notice, and he couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.
Later he would come up to Jaehaera as Daemon and her split ways after what seemed to be a intense conversation, and she returned to the festivities. He would pull her arm over to his side of the table with drink in hand, letting out a yelling-whisper.
“You sisterfucker!” (He would call her that from then on whenever they were bickering.)
And… we all know the rest of the night went to shit.
Daemon would also know of Edeline, and he liked to keep their interactions to a minimum because he knows how much Jaehaera cares for her. Which means to keep his jealousy at ease, he distances himself from the trigger. Not to mention… she kinda terrifies him. Jaehaera is extremely protective of her, and he didn’t want to at the wrong end of her fury… as Otto had.
Rhaenyra
✨Jealousy✨
Sorry but it needs to be said. Like don’t get me wrong, Rhaenyra wouldn’t be too obsessive or anything, but she would get jealous easily. Especially when she’s younger, first few times seeing Jaehaera sweet talk women and actually mean her flirtations— it would drive her crazy and most of the time she would just take it out on the Ladies by disregarding them in court and refusing their friendship. Don’t even get started on Edeline.
She hated the way she was constantly by Jaehaera’s side after the brothel incident. Rhaenyra was already a bit emotional after the scene because of the confrontation with her father, so seeing this random girl suddenly appear out of nowhere— who became Jaehaera’s prized, personal maid in a fortnight— really sent her over the edge. Now she had to deal with Alicent and this girl named Edeline, and Daemon was banished so she had no help to cope.
However, one could call it a little melodramatic because Jaehaera gave her the most attention between the three without any coercion.
But Rhaenyra couldn’t get over how Jaehaera began to pull away from her during the night. She would begin to not share her bed more and more frequently, until Rhaenyra inevitably married Laenor. Then she stopped sharing it entirely.
Something else that also irked the Princess a bit was when Jaehaera started to push Rhaenyra toward Sir Harwin’s advances. Of course, this wasn’t because Rhaenyra didn’t like the night, quite the opposite actually. She had fancied him before she did Sir Criston, and only Jaehaera knew. She was the only way for the two to send each other letters or gifts, yet as Jaehaera became more occupied by Edeline or someone else who caught her eye, she seemed to approve of the pair even more than before. And while Rhaenyra would pursue the relationship further later on, she thought this was Jaehaera’s way of further distancing herself.
Harwin, after the he and Rhaenyra became more intimate, would later discourage the thought. He knew them both well enough, and Jaehaera had always been honest if nothing else. So he insisted that Jaehaera simply wished for Rhaenyra to be happy as she was.
Innocent and helpful in his mind, but in Rhaenyra’s it just seemed to confirm her own paranoia: Jaehaera was drifting from her and to make up for it she gave her Sir Harwin as a substitute.
And it didn’t help that Jaehaera began to leave, or voyage more frequently after she got married— not to mention Daemon had left and married Laena, who Jaehaera adored as well. (But it’s canon that Rhaenyra also really liked Laena too, because I will have no Laena hate in this universe.)
Again— here’s where the babies come in.
She noticed after she had Jace that Jaehaera spent increasingly more time at Kings Landing when she had a baby, which she did not do for Alicent’s children— which filled Rhaenyra with delight. A tiny victory in her eyes.
Although, no matter how hard she’d try to seduce or captivate Jaehaera’s full attention—
By unabashedly flirting with her, and holding her in private or public it mattered not.
“Rhaenyra!” Jaehaera would whisper loudly in playful scolding, as the other Princess’s hand had snuck its way down to squeeze her ass as they walked down the corridor.
Or
Giggling maniacally, Jaehaera asks, “What’s gotten into you Nyra?!” She squeals as Rhaenyra kissed her where she were able. All while she stares directly at Alicent who sat only a few feet away from the pair, next to Viserys.
Oh and the “innocent” favors she asks for…
“Thank you for doing this Issa qēlos,” my star Rhaenyra said with a relieved sigh as Jaehaera’s hands massaged into her naked skin.
She was laid out bare, covered in the finest oil breast to thighs, while Jaehaera stood a over her skimming across her skin. Rhaenyra had asked her to massage where she had collected stretch marks from pregnancy, and she didn’t hesitate to help.
“Why don’t you have your handmaiden do this?” The raven haired girl mused, hands moving up and down her thighs— threateningly close to where Rhaneyra wanted her to touch the most as she ghosted passed to her stomach.
Gulping, the princess answered with a short laugh. “Their hands were to dainty.”
“Oh?” Jaehaera asked, squeezing harder below Rhaenyra’s breast— making her squeal.
One time she talked Jaehaera into bathing with her, leading to her making a whole hot spring for the two of them to enjoy while she was there for a month.
“Isn’t this fun?” Rhaenyra asked as the two women washed each others hair.
Humming, Jaehaera nods. “Reminds me of when we were younger. We were always with one another.”
There’s a brief moment of silence between the two, both reminiscing the past with fondness while brushing through the others hair. Something else they would often do in their youth, refusing all others who wished to do their hair.
“Don’t go.” Jaehaera stilled her movements, glancing back at Rhaenyra, who was already staring at her. “It could always be like this if you stay, so just don’t go.” She begged.
“I have to Nyra.”
“Why? Because father said so? You know he’d change his mind if you were to ask—,”
“Rhaenyra,” Jaehaera hand cupped her cheek, her voice growing firm. “I am going.”
Leaning into her touch, Rhaenyra looked at Jaehaera in confusion. Why would she leave me..if she knew she could stay?
It wasn’t long until her thoughts consumed her, and all she could think to do was press her lips against Jaehaera’s quickly. Maybe then she would see? She thought to herself, holding Jaehaera tight so they were chest to chest, mouths intertwined with every ounce of passion Rhaenyra could give.
And when she noticed that Jaehaera made no move to stop her, she only continued. Within seconds their bodies were entangled, making the heat almost unbearable. Eventually, Rhaenyra would find Jaehaera losing herself as well— pushing her tongue passed her teeth to battle her own. Never had Rhaenyra been so happy, never had she felt such excitement residing in the pit of her stomach, traveling to her core.
Soon, her hands began to travel, and all was well before she reach between Jaehaera’s legs, pressing her palm flat against her sex.
That’s when it all ended.
“No—,” Jaehaera tore herself away from Rhaenyra’s feverish lips. “Not yet.”
Shaking out a disappointed sigh, the princess whispered, “When?” As her lips hovered so close to the ones she had longed for, for years.
“When everything is done.” Jaehaera answered softly, a small smile putting Rhaenyra to ease, even when she had no idea what she was speaking of.
However, the next day, Jaehaera had left— three days before she had told Rhaenyra she would leave. And suddenly, Otto was banished, and Rhaenyra was told of the horrible tragedy that took place mere hours after they returned back to the palace.
Jaehaera didn’t return for a long time, only making a brief appearance at Laena’s funeral, then to leave before Rhaenyra and Daemon married.
Only one letter seemed to bring her back, mentioning of treason, and that Otto had returned. And she came back with a new vengeance in her eyes.
Laenor and Laena
To start off.. I put these two together because first, Laenor is the reason Laena knows of Jaehaera’s scandalous behavior, before she meets her of course. The man can’t keep his mouth shut, especially if he’s drunk. Plus— he’s a gossip girl, and super close to his sister.
So Laena had heard of Jaehaera’s silly antics, chaotic mischief, and promiscuous activities. And in the beginning she’d be lying if she didn’t say she was a little skeptical about meeting her. But after a while the idea of meeting the princess made her antsy.
Which brings me to this— Laena did NOT meet Jaehaera at the wedding. Just to clear the air. Jaehaera might be forward, but she also understands boundaries. And as charismatic and charming Jaehaera is, Laena would not put out on first meetings.
They would have met one of the many times Jaehaera visited Driftmark, whether it be just to visit and rant or rave, or to chart a course for a new voyage Viserys had ordered or let her envoy.
At first they’d be introduced by Rhaenys, who practically pushed them into each other every chance she got. Then it would lead to flirtatious stares, inside jokes about Laenor or one of their other family members, and talking for hours through the day into the night whether it be about literature, philosophy, or even strategy (which intrigued Laena to no end). Later the two would often sneak off together, and could be found jumping into the sea together with little clothes on, perhaps feeding the other fruit as the other read aloud. And they would ride dragons together all the time.
Oh, and during all of this (post brothel obvi), Edeline was with them. And Laena could care less. In fact, she was rather fond of the girl, and not just because Jaehaera was.
Unlike most maids, Edeline was aloud to speak her mind freely— Jaehaera had forbid anything less. (Which was another reason a lot of people didn’t like her *cough cough* Otto *cough*) Which meant when the girls discussed philosophy or topics of politics, she joined in immediately. Laena always found her perspective as a “commoner” to be refreshing and eye opening. And she loved how honest she was without feeling pressure. Edeline never even amused being interested in strategy or anything to do with combat. So whenever Jaehaera began to ramble about it, she’d simply sing out a tune Laena heard Jaehaera hum every now and then and braid the girl’s hair.
Then, if she had already finished using up all the hair she could— and Jaehaera was still going on about it— she say, “As attractive your passions make you My Highness, if you don’t stop soon I will be as dry as Kings Landing.”
Laena went into a fit of laugher after that.
Laena could never quite figure out why Edeline had become so vital in Jaehaera’s life, but in the end she didn’t need a reason. She grew to love them both, and was content in both their company. (She’s definitely the most civil of the bunch.)
And second, Laenor finding out that Jaehaera slept with Laena on his wedding night was honestly ironically funny. BUT he would be shook after hearing from his father that Daemon was to be wed to Laena because well— he knew for a fact Laena was in love with Jaehaera and he thought his bestie felt the same way.
He’d burst into Jaehaera’s chambers and yell something along the lines of:
“UM EXCUSE ME BUT YOUR UNCLE IS TRYING TO MARRY MY SISTER— YOU JUST GONNA LET THAT HAPPEN OR WHAT?!”
Then she’d tell him that she knew, and she’s the one that set them up.
Jaehaera would explain what their plan was, because Laenor would be a confused mess, and he’d finally be like: ohhh, that makes more sense.
Sir Harwin
This man>>>>
Jaehaera, Laenor, and Harwin are besties. The best trio I WILL HEAR NO ARGUMENTS
First of all, he’s definitely a feminist. So Harwin is all for Jaehaera getting her some just like the other lords of court. He would for sure be her wingman, and they would have a game to see who could get a girl to blush the fastest. (They both thought it a fair competition because he was an man, which went with the Hetero normative, but she was royalty so it kinda evened out the scales.) They would also have a ton of inside jokes about status and social norms.
“Oh fuck off!” Jaehaera would shove his arm off of her, laughing as she tried to walk away.
“Please be more specific your highness, I merely wish to abide by your commands properly.” Harwin would retort back in a prim and proper voice, bowing jokingly to her.
Or..
“Seven hells you’re a terror.” - Harwin after she jumped on his back because she didn’t want to walk down the stairs.
“Better than being a proper lady of court.” She’s remarked, not caring that people would gawk at the pair.
“Yes, I don’t think you have the temperament for it.”
Jaehaera hummed, “That and any lord I’d be sold to would feel inadequate after seeing how much bigger my co—,”
He’d also find everyone’s reactions or whispers about Jaehaera’s behavior hilarious. And he would probably tell her most of them, and they’d laugh together about it.
BUT— even though he knows she can take care of herself— I do think Harwin fight a bitch if they ever said anything that went too far. Once he heard a lord say call her the “common whore of the realm”.
Man lost his shit.
I will say that these two had a small moment when Jaehaera first started training with him, but from that moment on they were like, “You’re hot but no thanks.” (Plus Rhaenyra) And decided to just be friends.
He definitely knows about how Rhaenyra feels about Jaehaera, because let’s face it she’s not exactly subtle. However, he doesn’t feel intimidated by it because he knows that Jaehaera’s the very reason they can be together for the time they are. Not to mention, she cares about both of them, so she wouldn’t do anything to hurt them.
Oh and he pretty much knows everyone she’s slept with, because bro talk. (Laenor too)
Which brings me to Edeline.
Much to Rhaenyra’s disappointment, he’s friends with her. There’s no way he couldn’t be because if Jaehaera’s with him 9/10, Edeline is to. Plus, they definitely tease Jaehaera together; they have all the dirt.
They definitely had this conversation though:
“You do know if you hurt her I’ll have to kill you.” -Harwin as they watch Jaehaera train a young Aegon.
“You as well.” Edeline replied, sewing up a shirt Jaehaera had managed to rip right in half.
Raising an eyebrow he’d ask, “Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”
“There are more ways to kill a man then a sword,” she’d say, grinning to herself.
Basically, Harwin is the best and deserves better than his ending.
Alicent
Low key hypocritical.
Alicent would defend Jaehaera against anyone, even her own father. If her actions were deemed scandalous or promiscuous then she’d blame the other parties, or say that she could do whatever she pleased because she was royalty and it was her right.
“She’s a disgrace to the royal reputation.” Otto muttered, watching as Jaehaera stood in a corner of a banquet— letting various ladies lean, hold, and practically grope her frame, and she did the same as well.
“They are the ones to blame father,” Alicent practically hissed, unable to decide if she was more mad at her father or the ladies. “They’re very purpose is to be looking for a husband, not fraternizing with the Princess. It is their own doing.”
And at the same time, she’d shame Rhaenyra for having an affair with Harwin and producing “bastards”.
Her reasoning was simply, Jaehaera wasn’t bound by marriage or duty to produce heirs, and the King— her husband— permitted her the same right as a Prince. Not to mention, she brought good fortune to the kingdom everyday through her excursions, battles, treaties, voyages, good political standing with nobles and great social status amongst the commoners.
However, if she were truthful, Alicent would say that Jaehaera was gifting their kingdom by merely breathing in it.
And sometimes, when bold enough to allow her mind to wander, she’d dream of what life could have been if it were Jaehaera she had married.
It would have been no question if Jaehaera were a man, and Otto could have very easily made the argument to place Jaehaera as heir. In another reality, Viserys may have done so. Yet, even if Jaehaera were a man, she’d never rule.
Alicent knew that.
No matter how hard she tried to weasel the thought into Jaehaera’s mind, praising her intellect, her strength, and her popularity— the princess would not hear any of it. She refused the notion as if it were a plague, a fate worse than death. The first time Alicent did it, the young dragon merely brushed it off. Then, several times more she let her off easy because she was a dear friend, but finally, she lost her patience.
Nudging her chin upward, Jaehaera held the sides of her jaw— it didn’t hurt, but she gripped hard enough that Alicent could feel the pressure in her bones— and crouched low so they were at eye level. Her body, almost twice the size of Alicent’s in stature and muscle, looked over the young queen enough to send a tremor down her spine as her back pressed into a tree. They were in the garden this time, taking a stroll, when Alicent hinted at legitimacy again. She could see— feel, that was a mistake.
Alicent’s eyes were wide as she stared up at her friends, feeling weak in the knees at this new aura. She had only ever been treated with kindness; she only knew the sarcastic, flirtatious, yet sweet part of Jaehaera. Never had she been subjected to this. Not even that time when Jaehaera saw her in Viserys room for the first time.
“Wha-what are you—?”
Tsking at her like a child, Jaehaera placed her finger against Alicent’s lips. “Don’t play like this with me Ali. I am not in the mood, and this oblivious façade doesn’t suit you.”
Gulping back her nerves she nodded, her gaze flickering between the tall girls eyes, hand, and lips that were close enough for her to feel her breathing.
“Thank you,” Jaehaera said in a more genuine tone, removing her hand from Alicent’s mouth— almost making the young queen the whimper— but remained still to cage her between the tree.
“You know,” she let her eyes travel, followed by her hands, “I really hate when you do this Ali.”
“I don’t like it when you let yourself be so easily manipulated,” Jaehaera twirled one of Alicent’s free curls with her fingers, before finally looking back at her with a ferocious expression. “So stop talking like him.”
To the present, Alicent felt herself quiver at the memory, and she didn’t know why. Or rather, she just didn’t want to admit that she did.
Later on as she develops more as a queen, and has her children, she becomes more possessive. Her and Rhaenyra are similar in this aspect. Oh, and don’t think she doesn’t notice how Jaehaera would dote on Rhaenyra when she was pregnant, and how she coddled her children.
To be fair, she acknowledged that anytime Jaehaera was home she made sure to give Aegon and Aemond as much attention as she did Jace and Luke.
However, her emotions were more selfish in a way. She wanted the same treatment Rhaenyra got during pregnancy. Maybe more.
She wanted Jaehaera to be with her throughout her days, and most night, as she went through the stages. She wanted to be doted on, coddled, given plentiful affection, and even babied at times.
Jaehaera would literally break her back to do everything for Rhaenyra when she’s pregnant. Alicent envied that to no end. And one day her temper got the best of her, and she asked.
“Why do you only stay for Rhaenyra’s pregnancies?”
Jaehaera coughed, setting the cup of tea back on the table before she could make a bigger mess. “That’s one way to clear the air Ali.”
Blushing profusely, she looked down. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I asked that I just—,”
Tilting her head to look down at the woman, Jaehaera let out an abrupt laugh. “You’re mad at me.”
Snapping her head up Alicent’s immediately rebuttals. “No! I am not! I just—,”
Chucking at her friends sputtering, the princess leans back in her chair. “You’re actually, genuinely mad at me. Wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”
“I am not mad at you!” Alicent argues with growing aggravation.
“Then why are you yelling?”
“I’m—!” Alicent sighed, “I’m sorry, but I’m not mad at you. I just find it odd.”
Humming, the dragon nodded. “You wonder why I hadn’t been there for yours? Is that right?”
Alicent licked over her lips, placing her own cup down to not show her shaking hands. “Yes.”
“Well, for one, you’ve never asked.” Jaehaera stated rubbing her palms against her spread thighs. “From what I heard you wanted no one in the room with you for Aegon. So I assumed Aemond was be the same since you didn’t send for me. And I sadly wasn’t here for Heleana—,”
“Rhaenyra didn’t have to ask.” Alicent said bluntly, taking Jaehaera by surprise. “And I would have never asked you to leave.”
Sighing, Jaehaera gave her an understanding nod. “You’re right.”
Alicent furrowed her eyebrows. “Then why?”
“If— if you had asked I would have been there. But,” Jaehaera huffed, “You are my father’s wife.”
Alicent felt her heart stop.
“I do not hold you to it as a fault. I am glad that you have brought each other some semblance of happiness, but,” Jaehaera winced, “he is still my father. And you are still my childhood friend. I cannot tell you why, but it is different. It feels different. But I still have all the love for your children, my royal siblings.”
Alicent would also never forget that.
She feel contempt, though she would not know who to aim it at, so she found the easiest target. Someone that was in the way of what she truly wanted, and that could easily be disposed of.
Marching into Otto’s room, Alicent was practically fuming, breath shaking, face bright pink, and eyes watering. And before her father could get a word of question out, she simply said…
“I want her gone.”
Looking at his daughter in confusion, Otto raised a brow. “Who?”
“Edeline.”
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A/n: Younger ones will be in part 2, which is pretty important because it has Edelines key parts in Jaehaera’s story, and what the whole “event” was that made Otto get banished and Jaehaera to leave for a while, and Alicent being Alicent.
Make guesses in the comments, I’ll tell you if you’re close.
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Imagine being a Hightower, and being romantically involved with both Corlys Velaryon and Rhaenys Targaryen.
The sound of Rhaenys’s heartbeat lulled you into a soft and comfortable doze. You had a handful of her soft chest, the warm flesh, in your grasp, kneading it softly. Oh, if only your younger and prissier sister Alicent could see you now. She had jumped into bed with the eldest Targaryen, and hated the rest, including the woman that you were currently in bed with - and her husband who was lying behind you, his strong shape blending against yours.
As a Hightower, your father had set up a prestigious marriage for you - not as high-up as your sister, but a noble nonetheless. But your partner had died, there was not much love lost there - they had been a nuisance since the beginning - and you found yourself soon as the center of attention of an older, more welcoming couple. It was a known secret among the circles, but your Queen of a sister tried to quash these truths, and refused to believe it, even when you came to the family meetings as their guest, sitting with them. Even as Rhaenys held your hand and Corlys stroked your back.
“Say it again,” Your female lover muttered, a smile on her face as she looked towards the ceiling.
“My Queen,” You worshiped, and subtly moved your rear in the direction of her husband, the equally intoxicating Corlys. “And my King.”
Corlys let out a low chuckle, his hand stroking down your side, your exposed skin a feast of delights for them both to hold. “One day, my pet, you won’t be the only one calling us that.”
“But I’ll be the only one to do so in this bed,” You said, confident, a little cocky. You knew your place here better than you ever had among your family, where you were just a pawn in their game. There was no playing here. Except for the fun kind.
“Mmm - yes,” Rhaenys agreed. “And in here, you’ll always be called .. Your Grace.”
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Rhaena Targaryen
" Sorry I'm not interesting like my sister Baela, she's a nova while I'm just the moon"
" I'm nobody's first choice, but I know I'm Baela's first choice, and she's my first choice"
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The One Who Pleases Him.
Finally! A Viserys I Targaryen x Stark! Reader blurb. Instead of marrying Alicent Hightower, Viserys marries Cregan Starks aunt (18-20 years old). This obviously takes place around episodes 2&3, so I know Cregan hasn't been born yet. I also know it's not really Aegon's prophecy that Viserys was so adamant about having a boy for, but just pretend. Reblogs are appreciated but do not post my work on other sites! Feedback is always appreciated as well. I hope you guys enjoy it!
The italic, in the beginning, is a flashback/memory.
Warnings: Language, violence, death, grief.
The prophecy that brought him to the North, was the same prophecy that killed his beloved Aemma. “Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men. It's, to begin with, a terrible winter, gusting out of the distant North. Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds, and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living. When this great winter comes, Rhaenyra, all of Westeros must stand against it. And if the world of men is to survive, a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne. A King or Queen strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and the dark. Aegon called his dream The Song of Ice and Fire," is what Viserys told his daughter, his heir. He believed it, every word of it.
So, when the Starks offered their daughter’s hand, he was not going to refuse. Learning from the North could help him explain the prophecy better, or even solve it before it happened. Yet, he never expected to fall in love.
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It had only been six months after their wedding, and Viserys could say that he was the happiest he had been since the death of his beloved. The way his bride was so gentle with him, the way she would gently rub his shoulders as he worked on his model of Old Valyria and would be so interested in what he had to say about it.
“My dear dragon, what is that,” she asked so softly as she pointed to something in the model from behind him. The question was genuine, he could tell from how her hand shook slightly as she was nervous to ask it. She quickly retracted her hand and laid it on his shoulder. Her gentle hands rubbed the fabric of his extravagant robe.
Viserys thought about her question as he eyed what she pointed at. He smiled softly as he realized what it was, “Oh, my dear. You noticed a hidden dragon lair,” it was a simple response but he knew she would appreciate the simplicity of it. All she wanted was truth and reason, Viserys knew that. He reach back and held the hand that rested on his shoulder.
“Thank you, my dragon,” she thanked him genuinely and laid a kiss on the top of his head. The smell of him overtook her senses. Her husband smelled of soft spices, sweat, and fire. She loved the way he smelt, no other man had made their scent as appealing as his. She was genuinely obsessed with the King, and she couldn’t wait to give him children.
The King did not know why she called him her dragon, but he wasn’t going to complain. The nickname was something he learned to hold dear in his heart. Her soft voice, loving touches, and sweet gestures made the grief he felt so much easier to bear. His bride even allowed him to speak of his beloved, she said it would be easier for them to navigate their relationship. He was thankful for everything she did for him, and at times he felt as if he could not give her the same back.
“You are a gift to me. I have not done anything to deserve you, my Queen,” he spoke softly, his breathing stuttering as he spoke. He had not been one to speak the loving words she always did, but at this moment he felt as if he could do anything in the world. He stood up and turned to face her, he felt her hands drop from his shoulder as did his from her own. He looked her in the eyes, and he saw all of the emotion clouded inside of hers.
A single tear gently rolled down her flushed cheek. “Viserys, my dragon, you deserve everything and more. You are the strongest man I know,” her soft hand came to his cheek and cupped it. Her thumb caressed it with love and adoration. Her face leaned into his, and the two pairs of lips met in a gentle but loving kiss. It was not long-lived, but it cleared any doubt the couple had.
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Love Looks Good On You. (a.t)
CHAPTER TWO
Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Velaryon!OC
Summary: viserra wakes up to her grandparents informing her about her father so called "death".
Warnings: mentions of parent death, so a little angst.
a/n: little filler but that's okay it's just that xavier thorpe has been preoccupying my mind lately...
all translations of high valyrian come from google! english translations are in parentheses!!
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Unknowing to Viserra, in the middle of the night Laenor slipped out of the iron grip that she held on him. He fled Driftmark with Ser Qarl as soon as the sun rose.
"Viserra, Darling, wake up," Rhaenys shook Viserra gently causing the girl to stir in her sleep. "My darling, please."
"Yes, grandmother?" Viserra yawned as she rubbed her eyes. Once her vision cleared she noticed both her grandparents sitting in front of her with looks of dread written across their faces. Viserra's mind was led back to her conversation with her father last night. "No."
"Viserra, it's about your father," Corlys started.
"No. No, not him. Anyone but him," tears started to fill Viserra's eyes.
"Honey, I'm so sorry," Rhaenys pulled the girl into her embrace.
Viserra whimpered out, "How?"
Though Laenor warned her about this last night, she questioned what if they did get to him. Would she ever see her father again? Only a matter of time could tell now, but what was she supposed to do until then?
"He was found in the hall, charred in the fireplace," Corlys muttered as he wrapped his arms around his wife and granddaughter's sobbing figures.
"They did this," Viserra cried. "They killed him."
Corlys tried to reason with her, "Viserra, no one could have possibly known."
"No. They did this for their own selfish reasons because I was named heir. They mean to kill me next."
"We would never let anything happen to you," Rhaenys shushed her. "Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Viserra, come walk with me," Alicent said as she passed Viserra and Aegon in the corridor.
"Yes, Your Grace," Viserra pecked a now sad-looking Aegon on the cheek and promised him to catch up after the walk.
"I heard about your father. You have my deepest condolences, I could never imagine such loss at your age," Alicent spoke out as they both walked out on the shore near to the water. Viserra felt that her words weren't only about losing Laenor, but more about what happened with her mother.
"Thank you, Your Grace," Viserra responded.
"No more titles, Viserra. You are to marry my son soon it is only right if you call me Alicent," The Queen smiled warmly at her. "Now recalling to it, I never had the chance to properly thank you."
"What for?"
"For what you did for Aemond. He told me how you rushed to try and save him. You were not even involved in their petty arguments, but you still went to defend Aemond. Even getting hurt in the process, that is something I will never be able to repay you for," Alicent admitted to Viserra.
"But I failed?" Viserra questioned in regret believing if she was a second faster in her movements Aemond's eye could have been saved.
Alicent stopped in her tracks and pulled Viserra by her wrist into a hug. It had been so long to feel a motherly embrace that wasn't Rhaenys that Viserra practically melted in Alicent's arms.
"It does not matter whether you failed or not, my dear. It is the fact that was your first instinct of what to do. From the moment Aemond told me that, I knew I can always be able to trust you to do what is best for them," Alicent explained to her. "They are stubborn, my boys."
"I would do it all again if it meant your sons would be safe," Viserra claimed.
"Oh, my darling girl, you do not know how thankful I am for you being in their lives. Aegon absolutely loves you with his very being, and Aemond looks up to you," Alicent told her. "It was torture for Aegon when Rhaenyra moved your family to Dragonstone."
Viserra tensed in her arms after Alicent said the word family. She broke away from Alicent with a small smile.
"That boy is full of complaints," Viserra laughed. "The letters he would send me were just filled with him telling me how bored he was."
"Sounds like Aegon," Alicent breathed out a small laugh.
"Okay, we will visit you in a few moons, so do not grow up too much yet," Rhaenys smiled at Viserra tucking a loose piece of her hair behind her ear.
"We are always a raven away if you ever need us for anything," Corlys reminded Viserra as he pulled her into a hug. "I mean it, Viserra. Anything."
"Yes, Grandfather, I know," Viserra laughed.
"Corlys, quick smothering the girl or she might not even make it back to King's Landing at this rate," Rhaenys joked.
"Oh, hush, you two," Corlys shushed them.
"Be careful when you are riding Silverwing back, always be-" Rhaenys started.
"Loud and clear, I know," Viserra gave a small bittersweet smile remembering the way Laenor would always remind her about being loud and clear with her commands before riding Silverwing.
"I will never understand how you two do not get sick from flying that high in the air," Corlys gave a small shiver as he thought about dragon back.
"I will never understand how you are willing to wait that long on a ship to get to places," Viserra countered.
"Oh my-" Corlys sighed. "Viserra, you tell me if that Aegon boy is causing you any trouble alright?"
"Yes, of course," she replied. "That's only if I don't get to him first."
"That's my girl," Corlys smiled.
"Okay, be safe out there, and we love you," Rhaenys told the girl.
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House of the Dragon Characters x Modern Reader - Learning Chinese
A/N: I tried to do some of my own Chinese translations so if there are any issues you see please let me know!
pairing: House of the Dragon x Reader
warnings: Fluff, some terrible Chinese
w/c:1345
Request: House of the dragon characters x modern reader plss. Like she is teaching her language to them. maybe mandarin Chinese? I heard it's the hardest
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Rhaenyra Targaryen:
Rhaenerya was definitely a diligent student in terms of learning Chinese. She loved hearing you speak it so naturally and fluently. She would ask questions at the start of every lesson and wasn't afraid to correct herself if she was wrong. She would always listen attentively when you spoke. She does sometimes feel she is learning a little too late in life, given the difficulty of the language and the time it takes to master it.
"我喜歡麵包嗎? (Wǒ xǐhuān miànbāo ma?)", she asked eagerly looking at you with the hope that she had learned.
You smiled fondly as Rhaenerya while giving a slight shake to your head.
"你喜歡麵包嗎？(Nǐ xǐhuān miànbāo ma?)" you corrected.
Rhaenyra nodded slightly dissatisfied as she repeated the phrase a couple of times under her breath in the hope of memorizing it.
"You will get it!" you said with a reassuring smile, "It'll just take some practice, love."
She smiled back at you, grabbing your hand and giving it a reaffirming squeeze, "I'm ready to keep learning!"
Daemon Targaryen:
Daemon's interest in learning wasn't really motivated by curiosity. He wanted to learn because you knew it and wanted to be closer to you. There were definitely moments when he got frustrated learning Chinese but you were able to calm him down and help correct any mistakes he made.
"我吃一桌. (Wǒ chī yī zhuō)." Daemon said in his gravelly voice looking at you for confirmation of what he was saying. You giggled a little at his error. He sighed shaking his head, "What did I actually say?"
"You said you wanted to eat a table," You chuckled, "You were trying to say: 我在吃蘋果 (Wǒ zài chī píngguǒ)."
He looked at you with big eyes before letting out another sigh.
"Can we please continue?" He questioned looking at your pleading eyes which matched his own. You could see the small smile on his lips which made your heart melt every time, a smile that was only reserved for you.
The two of you had been studying for hours on end while trying to get through some basic phrases and how to form proper sentences to communicate with each other.
Rhaenys Targaryen:
Rhaenys was able to learn surprisingly quickly which seemed to stun and amaze you. You seemed to do well with the pronunciation and tone of words that took you much longer to learn and it amazed you. She amazed you. You were currently going over practice exercises when she said, " 你真是個好老師。謝謝你。(Nǐ zhēnshi gè hǎo lǎoshī. Xièxiè nǐ)." Your mouth dropped agape as she said that so calmly.
"I definitely did not teach you how to say that." She nodded in affirmation. The way her eyes lit up made your heart flutter a little at her enthusiasm. "I did some of my own practicings."
She continued talking about pronouncing certain phrases for you, amazing you even more. You were very lucky.
Viserys Targaryen:
Viserys was a studious man and somewhat of a bookworm. Before you both started practicing, he had already picked up on some Chinese of on own. He was always learning and coming to you with new questions about denotation and grammar as well as tone.
You were walking with each other to a restaurant when he said, "我希望你今天過得愉快。你知道你想從餐廳得到什麼嗎？(Wǒ xīwàng nǐ jīntiānguò dé yúkuài. Nǐ zhīdào nǐ xiǎng cóng cāntīng dédào shénme ma?) "
This blew you away at his sudden grasp of the language. You looked at him in shock and he returned it with a proud smile knowing he caught you by surprise. After that point, you never really talked about it but it was nice to know he could speak it at all.
"I just learned this the other day," he said. This earned a raised brow from you. He chuckled before explaining further, "I hope we will be able to discuss our food choices further."
Laenor Velaryon:
You were kind of shocked that Laenor wanted to learn Chinese, but he was actually really good at it. He did some lessons outside both of yours but he mainly saw it as a bonding opportunity between the two of you. It was a language you were learning and what better way to talk to each other than something you were learning together? He did know some other languages prior, but he never considered Chinese before.
You both were looking at a learning book together. "你很幽默 (Nǐ hěn yōumò)," he said slowly looking to you for confirmation. You nodded enthusiastically, "Yes." A smile came onto his face then. "Okay," he said gently smiling back at you. It took a long time for him to understand the concept behind the sentence, but once he understood what you were trying to show him. Needless to say, he was having fun.
Laena Velaryon:
Laena was probably the most honest and diligent student you had ever had. She was not afraid to make a mistake when learning Chinese, she maybe even enjoyed them seeing them as an opportunity to learn. "我很漂亮 (Wǒ hěn piàoliang)." Laena said joyously looking at you with a beaming smile. You laughed and smiled at her before going back to your lesson. "No, not quite." You repeated the correct phrase in Mandarin causing her to laugh again. She took some notes to herself and repeated the phrase again quietly. When she finished she looked at you for approval and you nodded.
"That is very good!" you praised enthusiastically. "You have improved so much. I am happy to see how hard you are working!" Laena grinned brightly taking more notes in her notebook and a small wink to you. Definitely your best student.
Corlys Velaryon:
"Hmm," he said staring at the phrase in the language book. Corlys took his time learning Chinese ensuring he was able to get things right. He was not one to make mistakes and devoted himself to lessons each time he went. He didn't do much learning outside of class but he made sure to do what he could while in class.
"我喜歡你的笑容 (Wǒ xǐhuān nǐ de xiàoróng)," he said carefully looking at you. "Great job Corlys. Very well done." you nodded your head smiling with reassurance. Corlys looked down and blushed lightly as he leaned back in his seat. Your smile faded slightly when you saw him blush. You couldn't help but stare at how adorable he looked when he blushed or smiled. It never failed to make your heart flutter.
"I do have a really good teacher."
Alicent Hightower:
Alicent wasn't a bad student at all. In fact, she did very well at learning Chinese. However, she was very nervous. She didn't want to mess up or feared you would get tired of her mistakes, but you never did.
You always encouraged her, encouraging her to do better. This made Alicent so incredibly happy, you were amazing to her.
"我是女王。(Wǒ shì nǚwáng.)", she said softly. You smiled gently and held her hand, making her blush in the process. She looked down shyly, making you giggle softly. "That was great. Good job, Alicent." You praised with your usual smile. She blushed even more and giggled. "Thank you".she said. You nodded lightly before going back to more learning.
Aemond Targaryen:
Aemond actually approached you to learn Chinese which definitely shocked you. Aemond was a history buff and loved learning which you knew, but Chinese was not something you thought would interest him.
When you asked why he wanted to learn Mandarin you couldn't help but wonder if it was because of you.
"I just wanted to try something new. Plus I have been told you are an amazing teacher." Aemond had explained to you giving you a charming smile. You could not resist returning his grin, "I think I could arrange some lessons." you said trying your best not to blush too much. He nodded in agreement, "Okay then. When will we start?" he questioned. You looked at your watch noticing that it was too late today, "How about tomorrow? I have some free time after work." you suggested with another smile.
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Fire and Salt chp 6
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A single night is all it takes to uproot the life of one person. Death and regret loom over the family.
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YN never felt more grateful for a bath until that day, the crusted blood washed away as well as the dirt, she felt more relaxed when the warm water touched her skin. Her bath was done when the final stitches were placed on her mother’s arm. Rhaenyra smiled at her daughter, her anxiety easing at the sight of her clean daughter. The bandage on her head was no longer red, but the stitches on her cheek were long and deep. She smiled at YN and held her hand out to her daughter, ignoring the needle finishing the stitches in her arm.
“My sweet girl. Do you feel any better?” Rhaenyra asked, placing her hand on YN’s smooth, light brown cheek.
“I’m better now. Are you okay mama? I’m sorry that I let this happen.” YN whispered, causing Rhaenyra to hush her daughter.
“No no my girl. You are not at fault for this, none of you are.”
YN sat next to her two brothers, watching as their mother’s arm was stitched up by the maester. Though she did not regret the fight, she regretted that it caused her mother more grief and the dizziness in her head. YN was not permitted to sleep the whole night for fear the injury to her head would make the sleep eternal, now that it was morning and the pain and dizziness subsided she was allowed to rest.
When her father came into the room, he grew so worried at the sight of his wife being attended to, his sons slightly bloody and bruised, and his daughter who looked exhausted. He felt so inadequate, useless since he could do nothing to assuage their pain. He hadn’t even been there to protect his children.
“Gods..” Laenor whispered as he walked forth. Rhaenyra rested her forehead in her right hand, tired of the pitying looks she was given from almost everyone. “Is everyone alright?”
“Princess YN seemed to suffer a harsh blow to the head, resulting in a concussion and possible permanent damage. But we can’t be sure.” Maester Kelvyn explained. “Prince Lucerys suffered a broken nose.”
“Thank you Maester. Leave us.” Rhaenyra dismissed the man, then turning to her children “You as well. You’ve already found enough trouble today.”
“Come on. Let’s get you two into a bath.” YN stood, pulling her little brother forward to their rooms. She smiled at her father, kissing his hand before kissing her mother’s cheek. “Thank you mama.”
YN pushed her brothers forth, staying back just a bit to listen to her parents. Frowning at the dejected tone of her father’s voice as well as the frustrated one of her mother. Not bothering to listen to the rest, YN went to her room. Her stride stopped when she saw a letter left on her bed.
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“I have fought dreadful enemies.. But I could not defend my dear sister far from home and in agony. “ Laenor sighed, unable to look at Rhaenyra. “I could not defend you. I couldn’t even defend my daughter…”
“Sit down.” Laenor obliged his wife. Prepared to face another scolding of his poor parentage, as he deserved. “Aemond called our sons bastards.”
He closed his eyes in regret at another reminder of his failure as a man. He could only give Rhaenyra one child, a girl and he was certain that it was a miracle she could’ve been conceived as he could only finish at the mental image of a man. A feat he was unable to accomplish again to conceive his sons.
“I have failed you, Rhaenyra.” Laenor sighed. “Our marriage… I tried. Our boys… I do love them.”
“I know.” Rhnaeyra whispered.
“Deeply. But I have not, mayhaps.. Loved them enough.” Laenor could barely look at her. “I love our daughter, but like our sons I am not a good father for her. She has on many occasions had to explain to our boys my drunken indulgences. YN has fought so hard for our sons’ honor to be called my sons’.”
“I had hoped to bear your sons. The few times we lay together after YN was born.” She looked down at her arm. “I thought we could conceive again after our success with her. Things might have been different for her and us.”
“I hate the gods for making me as they did.”
“I do not. You are an honorable man with a good heart. You love your daughter more than life. It’s a rare thing.” Rhaenyra chuckled.
Laenor smiled at that but his heart felt heavy at the way his life had turned. “We made an arrangement all those years ago to do our duty and… yet explore happiness.”
They both smiled at each other and laughed slightly, a small moment of peace washing over them.
“But there are times I think when these things cannot mutually exist.” His eyes were lands away. “Ser Qarl will return soon to the fighting in the Stepstones. But I recommit myself to you. And to strengthen our house as we prepare you for your ascension. I will prepare YN for the life of a lady, even if she will not take the throne. I will raise our sons to be princes of their realm. “
“Laenor-”
“You deserve better than what I have been. You deserve a husband. Our sons deserve a proper father. And YN deserves a man she can look up to.” His eyes watered, but betrayed no tears.
The two could only look at the other. Unable to truly plan for their future.
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YN’s nap relieved her head. She thought about the letter Aemond had left on her bed. He didn’t bother to show his face, which she was grateful for since she would’ve punched his injured eye. YN did regret that she was unable to say farewell to her grandfather. Her eyes watched the fire where she had thrown Aemond’s letter. The sky had turned dark and she felt restless.
She finally decided to get up and find her father. Ready to comfort him and tell him her plan to train Luke as a proper seaman. But truly she wanted to just be comforted by him and spend time with him.
But as she got closer, there was a sound of wailing from the great hall. Her grandmother's voice screamed. She decided to walk in the room, the sounds of her grandfather’s shouts echoed as her grandmother sobbed over a body. YN’s heart stopped when she saw the familiar shoes, her father’s shoes on a burnt corpse. She stood frozen, hyperventilating and pulling at her hair.
“father… fa.. PAPA!” YN screamed and ran forward. Corlys stopped his angry shouts, shocked at his granddaughter running to the room rising in him. He couldn’t let her see this.
“YN! YN No!” Corlys held her back. Turning her back to the sight of his wife crying over his son’s corpse. Holding her tight as she fought. “Do not look, YN! Keep your eyes on me!”
“Papa! Papa!” YN cried.
The girl was as inconsolable as his wife. It seemed she would cause further damage to her head, so Corlys had the maester administer essence of nightshade to his granddaughter. Forcing her to a deep dreamless sleep. He would handle the situation, she did not need to see her father as a charcoaled body.
YN rested on her bed. Unaware of the castle around her. Unaware of her father, with a shaved head sneaking into the room to say goodbye. He kissed her forehead, eyes watered at the thought of leaving his daughter for the foreseeable future.
“Goodbye, my love. You deserve a father that could protect you, that could teach you all you love. I am not worthy to be your father.” Laenor placed one last kiss on her hair. “I will always love you. Perhaps we will meet again one day.”
Before he left with Qarl, Laenor had one last thing to do. Finding Seasmoke and giving him one final command. The dragon stared into his eyes, as its rider held his hand to the maw of the beast.
“Ao līs rȳbagon naejot zȳhon seasmoke. Bartos zȳhon commands. Yn toliot ry mīsagon zȳhon. Mīsagon zȳhon daor matter skoros.” (You must listen to her Seasmoke. Head her commands. But above all Protect her. Protect her no matter what. ) Laenor commanded, feeling his dragon’s understanding.
YN would have her dragon. But her family would never be the same.
She stood solemnly at the wedding of her mother to her uncle. The Valyrian priest spoke the vows. Her hair blowing slightly as she held her little brother’s hand. Luke did not truly comprehend what was happening, YN didn’t understand either, but her mother was to marry someone who could defend her. Uncle Daemon may have frightened her, but he was a strong man and would be an asset for her mother.
Her family would never be the same. YN had to be ready for that.
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corlys velaryon x targaryen reader ( he married her instead of rhaenys ) , setting ( nsfw )
The reader may be Rhaenys' sister or older sister. Maybe she is the child of one of King Jaehaerys' children. Your marriage is most likely arranged. But what you didn't know was that your looks and personality had stolen Corlys' heart. Corlys had submitted her marriage proposal in court. Your marriage is set in a short time. You are so excited for your wedding night.
"Scenario."
You wait in your bedroom, dressed in your nightgown. When Corlys enters the room, he's watching you like a hungry wolf. He approaches you and your lips passionately connect. His hands make fun of your breasts as Corlys kisses you lustfully and hungrily. You lie on the bed and spread your legs for Corlys. Corlys sits between your legs. His fingers pump your cunt and asshole while his tongue licks your cunt. You ejaculate in Corlys' mouth in a short time. Corlys rubs his hardened penis against your wet cunt. He throws one of your legs over her shoulder. You whine and chatter as he slowly inserts his penis into you.
"Too big. I can't."
"You can do it, sweet Princess."
He pushes his penis all the way into your cunt. It's waiting for you to get used to it for a few minutes, he. He starts to fuck you with a slow rhythm. Pain is quickly replaced by a sense of pleasure. Your lips once again connect with lust and desire as Corlys ramps up his pace. Minutes later, you both reach orgasm. Corlys empties its seed deep in your cunt. After she cleans you up, he wraps her mighty arms around you. You sleep hugging each other.
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“The Great War” - Part Seven, Aemond Targaryen x female reader
Summary : Before Aemond Targaryen was the man he is today, he used to be a young boy, innocent and hopeful enough to fall in love… But the years would not be kind. Not to him, his family, or the one and only love of his life.
In the previous chapter, with grief, heartache, and the Targaryens as her teachers, the Lady y/n has turned into quite the asset for the Black faction. We saw her getting older, changing, maturing, away from King’s Landing and her one true love and now possible enemy : Aemond Targaryen. She has been preparing for something to happen for a long time, and now...
You can find the previous chapters and all the chapters to come here.
Chapter Summary : ... Now, the time for action has finally come. After fighting in the Steptones, Lord Corlys Velaryon is likely dying, and this sets in motion a series of events that the Lady y/n will have to get involved in...
Lord Corlys Velaryon had been severely injured fighting in the Steptones. Lucerys had been named his heir many years ago, but Corlys' younger brother, Ser Vaemond, contested the decision, and wanted to be named heir instead. The Princess and her husband had no choice but to return to King's Landing, for the first time in years, to defend Lucerys' claim.
The Lady y/n would go with them.
The idea of returning to King's Landing after so many years filled the Lady with dread. Her departure had been so abrupt, and had felt so violent. Her father was still alive back then. She was still a child who could pretend everything was just an amusing secret or a strange rumor. A child who could pretend to be married to a handsome Targaryen Prince.
But there was a lot at stake this time; and now, as a woman grown, she was ready to fight alongside the Princess Rhaenyra for Lucerys' right to inherit Driftmark. Lucerys, the very same child who had disfigured Aemond all those years ago. The child she wanted to cripple, should he ever have the misfortune to find himself in the same room as her.
And it hadn't been lost on her that she would see him again. Aemond. Her Aemond.
What would it feel like, to exist in the same space as him again ? To just lay eyes on him ? To see how much he had grown ? To hear his manlier voice ? She would just die, right here and there, wouldn't she ? Had anyone ever died from love ? She wondered if she'd be the first. The poets would tell the tale of the young maiden who stopped breathing at the mere sight of the glorious Targaryen Prince, for ages to come.
No. Too much time had passed. Just because she was going back to the Red Keep, didn't mean she needed to start thinking like the whimsical child she had once been.
What would they even say to each other ? Would he mistake her for any other Lady when he'd see her again ?
Daemon quickly put an end to those fantasies : he had a plan. He believed that after all those years, no one would indeed recognize the Lady. She had never come back to court, not even once, and after the rumors surrounding her father, people wouldn't expect her to come back. So, y/n would arrive separately. The purpose of this quickly became clear to her : he wanted his protege to use her talent for discretion, and learn as much as she could on the real climate of things in King's Landing.
This would prove perilous, but the stakes rose even higher when Daemon asked a not so innocent question to the Lady : "You used to be quite close to the Princess Helaena as a child, weren’t you, y/n ?” This wasn’t really a question, as much as a fact. The Lady stiffly nodded, letting the Rogue Prince get to the point. He let the silence drag on for a bit too long, studying the Lady’s every reaction like a hawk. He finally continued : “And my nephew, the one with a missing eye... Him especially, right ?" Daemon hadn't been much at court as the Lady was growing up, but this intimacy with Aemond had never been a secret at all - in fact it was in plain sight for anyone to see at the time - but it was a strange thing to discuss nonetheless. "It was a long time ago, Prince Daemon. We were only children." Daemon seemed to ponder on her answer, leaning on the door frame while studying her features. "It was a long time ago. Yes." The look in his eyes felt like a warning; the message was clear : things were different now, and what happened in the past belonged in the past. She was with them now, and she’d do well to remember it.
This would be the ultimate test of loyalty indeed.
Chapter Eight is here !
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I just genuinely stan childhood enemies to lovers, like the knowledge that you’ve truly HATED each other since you were kids???? ugh please sign me up.
#me writing this aemond x valeryon!reader fic#its not an inc*st fic i promise#she is not related to aemond in any way ksghsdghsgh#more like Corlys's bastard that passes enough to never be questioned ab being a bastard
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Their Angel. Yan!HOTD x Reader
I've been having so many thoughts about yandere house of the dragon x reader, how the 3 big houses (Targaryen, Velaryon & Hightower) would fight for the darlings' affection. Platonic, Familial or romantic.
I feel like they would, of course, all fight over what colours you would wear, what house you represent until a very annoyed and exhausted council member suggested white.
"like an angel," Viserys adds, it was said that the gods had sent you down to bless them so dressing you in white seemed the best option... but that didn't stop them from gifting you jewellery that had the colours of their house.
The Hightower jewellery had the most expensive Jade and Emerald on top of gold, these pieces can range from delicate rings to big statement necklaces that encompass your neck. Alicent prefers to give you these gifts in person, alone, perhaps in her or your chambers. Presenting you with the beautifully engraved box as she opens it, showing you a new necklace with a beautiful dark green emerald. Otto's gifts never cease to awe you in how quiet that man is in his actions, a small indiscreet box upon your pillow when you ready for bed. Inside lays a note, upon which Otto describes the moment he found this beautiful ring and knew he must get it for you, the handwriting almost as beautiful as the peridot ring you now proudly wear on your pinkie.
The Targaryen jewellery is almost always extravagant, having connections to get you the best out of everything. Viserys gifts you capes, crowns and veils but unlike the others, he almost always keeps them in white, unless they have jewels. His favourite thing to see you in is crown veils, the jewellery hanging down and framing your face makes you seem like you stepped down from heaven's gate. When Aemma was still around, she gifted you rings and earrings, she wasn't able to give you much before she passed in childbirth. So you hold these gifts quite dearly to your heart, always sporting the dark ruby red ring on your thumb, twisting it when you get nervous. Rhaenrya, oh dear Rhaenrya, she wanted everyone to know that you belong to the Targaryens. To the Blood of The Dragons, her first gift to you was a cloak clasp that show two dragons on each side, her second gift was a crystal bracelet that had a chain connecting to a ring, it was a simple design but by the gods it made you feel exquisite. There was one gift that set the nail in the coffin, it was a gift from Rhaenrya and Aemma, a dragon that wrapped around your neck. Signifying the hold that House Targaryen has on you.
The Velaryon jewellery is often pearls or other sea gemstones as they sit on driftmark and have a hand over the trading routes, Rhaenys upon her second meeting of you, gifting you a pearl ring slipping upon your finger herself. Corlys gifted you a relic that was been with the Veleryons for ages on your first birthday with them, the beautiful necklace made with blue topaz, moonstones and blue chalcedony, wrapped beautifully with Valeryon silver. Vaemond... never was quite as fond as you as his brother and sister-in-law were, you were no Targaryen or Velaryon but for small moments he forgot that and adored your sweet smile.
I would love to draw male and female outfits of what this au's darling would look like, i can also do a part two of the other things the other characters would give you as i excluded a lot as to not make this any longer than it is. Should i make a fic with this idea? pls send me an ask if you're interested in this au
#yandere house of the dragon#house of the dragon x reader#hotd x reader#yandere hotd#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere x darling#yandere targaryen#yandere velaryon#yandere hightower#yandere hotd x reader#otto hightower x reader#alicent hightower x reader#Aemma Targaryen x reader#Viserys targaryen x reader#Rhaenrya Targaryen x reader#Corlys Velaryon x reader#Rhaenys velaryon x reader#vaemond velaryon x reader
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Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken
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