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emynarnen · 4 months

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Rhaenyra’s silver maternity dress

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.06 “The Princess and the Queen"

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gameofthronesdaily · 1 month

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House of the Dragon | 1.06 "The Princess and the Queen"

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asumofwords · 8 months

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. Blood, grief, sadness, suicidal thoughts.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Oh boy, get the tissues ready. Mummy and daddy have returned to the Red Keep for their baby, and honestly? I think we have all been waiting for this reunion. Not long now till we finish this holy smokes! Enjoy <3

Chapter 106: The Rightful Heir

The room rushed around you as you stared at your parents.

How long had it been?

How long had it been since you last saw them?

Held them?

Rhaenyra’s eyes were filled with tears as she ran swiftly across the chambers towards you, her steps faltering as she saw you did not stand to meet her.

Buttoned high across her neck were her riding leathers, but across her chest was cuirass of a black armour, the insignia of your House raised at the front of it. Her long hair was braided and pulled back and away from her face, golden crown nestled amongst the silver strands.

She was dressed for battle.

They both were.

Daemon donned riding leather and armour alike. His hair was messed, braided back and half down, pressed against his scalp likely from the weight of his helmet, which was nowhere to be seen; tossed to the ground as he ran through the Keep with your mother in search of you.

Each pauldron was crafted to look as though they were dragon wings, curling down over the length of his shoulders and upper arms. Each rerebrace and and vambrace slotted over each other down his arms like dragon scales. The same for his chest piece and faulds, perfectly made to look like the belly scales of Caraxes, dripping down his body sharply, meanly.

A new set of armour you had not seen before, made for this moment.

“Y/n?” Rhaenyra whispered, almost in disbelief, head tilted as she looked at you.

But your fathers reaction was different.

He walked slowly, as though assessing a risk in the room, as though he was waiting for some unseen danger to reveal itself. As if you were being used as bait to lure the two of them out.

But it wasn't just his careful scouting of the chambers in search of his nephew, his eyes told another story. A story which entailed just how shocked he was to see you, in the way that you were, blood covered and crown atop your head. Your fathers mind not quite catching up to the image before him.

Daemon's eyes cast over Larys Strong’s body, jaw tensing, but then a small smirk twitched at the corner of his lips.

It reminded you so much of Aemond.

And yet you did not move towards them. You sat and watched as your parents looked up at you from the bottom of the Iron Throne. Questions on the tips of their tongues, barely held resolve vibrating in their bodies.

It was clear they wished to come to you, run to you and hold you, but they didn't, and all because you didn't take the first steps.

Your heart ached in your chest. You wished they could feel it. Feel how much you wished to run to them, to leap into their arms and feel their hands and lips against your cheeks and head. To smell their scents around you, and hold them to you finally, in ways that you had longed to for months on end.

But you could not move, like you had grown to the throne, flesh and bones curling around each pommel and blade that your weight sat heavily on. Unable to lift yourself from it as you leant back, gut churning with anxiety. But what was more, an unavoidable rage and anger prevented you.

Prevented you from giving up something you had given so much for.

The war.

The losses.

Aemond.

You breathed deeply.

“I’ve had some time to think.” You licked your lips, the skin dry and cracked as you spoke down to them, Rhaenyra’s posture stiffening, and Daemon’s eyes roaming your body rapidly, finally landing at the bloodied crown that sat atop your head.

"About what I have done." You continued, voice becoming louder, firmer, more authoritative, "What I have endured to sit here. What I have had to do to sit here. And the more I sit, the more I think; Why?”

Rhaenyra shifted on her spot, brows furrowed in concern as she looked over you, trying to assess if any of the blood that was drying upon your skin was yours, “Why what, my sweet?”

Your lungs expanded as you sucked in a deep breath, the sound of guards and men outside yelling, no doubt Rhaenyra and Daemon’s, claiming the Red Keep and Kings Landing.

But it was the bitterness of disdain that settled heavily upon your tongue, the anger that you would have to live forever more with your choices, the denial of it creeping across your skin.

In that moment, in those months you had been locked away, kept away, trapped, it was hard to not feel anger. To not feel hate. Or pain. Or anguish. To not feel righteous and justifiable disdain at all who did not suffer the way you had.

And so you channeled that rage, and you let it pour from you like a steady stream of fire.

“Why should I give the throne to you?” Your voice sounded foreign as it passed your lips. The presence of a silver haired man in your periphery as you spoke caused you to inhale sharply, blinking to try and get him out of your sight, “Why should you sit here, on a throne I have earnt with my blood? Why should you sit here, after all I have done to ensure it. After all I have lost. After all I have sacrificed.”

“Tala," Daughter, Daemon's voice rose, confusion, concern, and sorrow in his voice, "Skoros ēza-“ What has-, But your voice raised higher, angry and resentful as you interrupted him, Rhaenyra flinching at his side.

“-I have earnt this, more than you." You sneered down at them, "I have been raped and defiled for this throne." You watched their faces crumpled, "I have been beaten and mocked, before the court... The realm, to laugh at, to jest. Trapped and kept from my family in this vipers nest for a year! I have lost a child, and gained another to survive. To win this throne for you.” Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as blood rushed in your ears.

Rhaenyra’s face crumpled further, the softness of her eyebrows pulled down, and the violet of her eyes seemingly sparkling as tears gathered in the corners.

Even in her sorrows, she was beautiful.

Daemon however, looked enraged.

“But what have you done for me?” Your voice cracked, “You left me here.” You took a shuddering breath, watching as Rhaenyra shook her head in denial, chest rising and falling brokenly.

But then your voice hardened, lips twitching as you held back a sneer, "You made Jacaerys your successor, and me your Hand." You scoffed, "I have lost a dragon and gained another. I have been plucked from the sky and lived. The small folk say we are closer to Gods than man, but I must be a God if I am standing here today. If I sit where I sit. If I have survived what I have endured.”

Rhaenyra’s guards flooded the chambers, ensuring the safety of their Queen and King, eyes all cast up to you, their daughter, who sat upon the Iron Throne, Conquerors Crown atop her head.

Your knuckles gripped the arms of the throne tightly, blade of your dagger scrapping loudly against one of the swords as you leant forward, “It is I the eldest daughter, the Merciless Queen, who should sit this throne. I have earnt it. It is mine by right.”

Queen Rhaenyra’s brow hardened, and her lips pulled down as you spoke, though a traitorous tear escaped her eye, sliding down her face. Daemon shifted beside her, looking up at you through his white lashes, his jaw ticking and hands at his side flexing.

“So you are to depose me of the throne? Like my brother? Your own mother?” Her voice cut across the chambers.

Your nostrils flared, trying to push the tide that surged within you. But it built, just as it always did, rising and climbing inside of you, dragging you down into its cold and murky depths, suffocating you in its clutches.

It was sorrow.

Loss.

Grief.

You licked your lips again, voice crackling in the back of your throat as you felt your own tears prick at your eyes, "The thought of sitting here, despite me earning it with my own hands, is agonising, muña." Mother, You clutched a hand against your chest, wringing the bloodied chemise in your fist, and watched as Rhaenyra's head tilted to the side sadly.

"It fills me with sorrow, knowing that sitting here would mean to depose you. That it would be another usurpation of the Iron Throne. Another of my own mother, who I love dearly. Who I have suffered for months for. And my father. Kepa.” Father, Your lips shook as you spoke, a small sob falling from them as you said kepa.

A tear tracked down your cheek, “It tears my heart in two to even think of such a thing, the pain more mighty than what has been done to it these past moons.” You shook your head, clenching the arm of the throne, a sharp sting running up your fingertips, the blades of the slicing at the flesh that gripped them tightly, knuckles white.

“I did this all for you, muña. I stayed for you. Because I love you, because it is your birthright. Because it was my duty. So much so, that I have committed the most egregious of sins. I have done something that can never be undone." A loud sob filled the chambers, "I will never be whole again.”

It was quiet.

So very quiet in the throne chambers as you mother and father looked at you with tear filled eyes, wet tracks sliding down Rhaenyra's face. But they waited, they waited for you to continue, as they always have done, knowing that you had not had a chance to be open with them for so long, opening the door for you to speak your truth, which had been taken from you since the very moment you had arrived to the Red Keep.

Your chest ached, pain spreading across your body, and up your throat.

Was this how Aemond felt? When you betrayed him?

When you pierced his throat with the blade he had given you?

Was this how it felt when he looked up at you as he died?

That lump settled in the back of your throat once again as you desperately tried to swallow it.

“Iksan ēdrugī." I am tired, "I am weary, muña. Eman issare pryjatan, kepa." I have been broken, father. "And yet I sit on this throne, babe in my stomach; the son of the One-Eyed King." Rhaenyra's eyes widened, "A man I loved. A man I killed. And all for you. I pierced his throat with mine own dagger in our bed; a dagger he gifted me, to keep me safe from Aegon. And what did I do?” Another tear slid past your cheek.

"I betrayed him." You sneered, anger at yourself rising.

Daemon lifted a foot and set it on the first step below the throne, his hand holding Rhaenyra’s tightly for grounding. The both of them wishing to run to you, to hold you, to feel you with their hands and make sure you were real, and not an illusion.

But the chill was back. And Aemond's presence in your periphery became harder, and harder to ignore.

You wished it was anyone but him.

Lucerys, Helaena, even Larys.

But it was him.

And he was there.

Watching.

“If I give you this throne, what do I get?” Your tone became icy, emotionless and cold, the warmth having bled from the tip of your tongue as you tapped it at the back of your teeth, “What is my payment for months of rape and torture. Of Aegon! Of Aemond."

The anger was back, bursting through you like wildfire, uncontrollable and ungraspable. You couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the heat that continued to rise inside of you.

“Will you banish me to Dragonstone, never to be seen again? Will you strip me of my titles once more, and give them to Jacaerys? Will my actions have no reward? No recognition? Will you turncloak against your own daughter?”

Daemon’s eyes opened in horror before narrowing into slits, angry, remorseful, bereft, “Why didn’t you tell us?! I would have burnt the kingdom to the ground! We would have come for you!

“And then where would we be?!” You cried back, “Still crownless, with a broken daughter and a war once again. You have sat at Dragonstone growing fat from my achievements, none the wiser to my suffering as I have lost myself and my senses for this throne. So tell me, what do I get?”

You saw Aemond's body shift, directing his eye to your parents.

Watching.

Waiting.

Supporting.

A tear slid down Rhaenyra’s porcelain cheek, “Why did you let yourself suffer so? My sweet girl." She said sorrowfully, and a tear slid down your cheek, "What horrors have you been subjected to that you have not yet told us?" Her hand tensed in your fathers grip, and you watched as his thumb brushed over her skin to soothe her, to calm her. But you knew it was more for himself.

"Why did not call for us sooner?" She sobbed, and another piece of your heart broke, "We would have come to get you. What of the people we had here for you? The maids? The Maester? I would have died for you to come home. To come back to us.” Her voice crackled and broke at the end, her pale hand spread against the sigil of her breastplate, fingers digging into the cold metal.

You leant back in the throne and shut your eyes sadly, not being able to bear the sight of your parents looking so broken, so horrified, so remorseful for something they had no control over.

You had made your decision to stay.

Not them.

You breathed in, and your voice came out quieter this time, softer, the fire simmering in the background, “I sat in these walls and dreamt of you coming to save me. But you never did. And you couldn’t have. Because it would have been for naught. All my suffering, my blood spilt, it would have been for naught if I had sent that raven to you earlier." You opened your eyes to look down at them.

Daemon and Rhaenyra had crept up three steps more, as your eyes had been shut, desperate to get close to you. Desperate to hold you.

You continued, "And I had tried once. I wrote a letter, but quickly dashed that hope into the flames of the hearth and watched them burn away. I stayed because I knew it was my duty to do so.”

Duty.

All of it was for duty.

All of this had been for duty.

And what had duty done for you?

Nothing but losses.

You straightened yourself in your seat, tapping your dagger against the metal arm in thought, “I have conquered this throne by right, not just one King, but two. I did that, and alone no less. No one else. Me.” You raised your head high. “Aemond slayed Aegon for me. And I have slayed Aemond for you.”

The flames were back, and they licked at your face hotly.

“What could we possibly give you that could take this pain away?” Rhaenyra breathed, unsure of what to do, what to say, whilst Daemon stared at you the way you had stared at Aemond's corpse; with nothing but grief.

“What could we have possibly done without knowing the truth of what has happened here? I never wanted this for you, you forced my hand! I would have never let you come here if I had known you would suffer so." She all but cried.

You laughed humourlessly, “I am a fools Queen. A Queen, muña. The Broken Queen. The Queen Maker... And a Queen for a Day.”

Rhaenyra Targaryens face morphed into one of confusion before settling on shock, half blinking as another tear slid down her cheek. Daemon took another step towards you, but was held back by his wife, who’s arm was stretched out, keeping him from ascending any more stairs to you.

There was that anger again.

Anger that was not justifiably directed at them, and you knew it. You knew it to your core. But it still ate away at you, tearing at your flesh, and resolve, and strength, piece by piece. Sharp claws lashing at your heart with every word spoken.

They had been none the wiser to what had happened here, perhaps small whispers from the maids and Maester, but you had promised you would call for them, summon them with two little words if it became too much, if it became too violent, if it became the horrors that not even yourself could quite conceive just yet, but you hadn't. And it did not erase the hurt. It did not erase the pain.

And you were punishing yourself.

Keeping yourself from them. Hurting them. Lashing out at them, trying to be the worst version of yourself so that you could justify what you had just done in the mere early hours of the morning, before the sun had even risen.

Trying to justify that you were a worse monster than he had been. Trying to convince yourself that you deserved it. That you deserved the pain. The abandonment. The grief.

Because you betrayed him.

In his softest of moments, in his most honest of moments, in his most vulnerable of ones, you had betrayed him.

And how could you ever forgive yourself for that?

How could they ever forgive you for that if they knew the truth of it?

And they would.

They would know the whole truth of it.

And they would come to fear you, be horrified by their daughter, you were sure of it.

It nagged at the back of your head, like the scratching of Lucerys' whispers that had haunted you for months on end. A darkness in the back of your mind that you knew was yourself, a part of yourself you could never escape. A part of yourself that had always been there, that had been fed by the violence you had endured, and doubled in size in the violence you had committed.

It was there.

Just like it was there in him.

Always there.

To burn together.

Monster.

How could you ever do it?

How could you ever betray them?

You could not.

You would not.

If you did, you would die.

Your heart would stop beating itself, you were sure of that. It would still in your chest as it felt it would now, as though it would no longer beat for another. As though when Aemond's had stopped, yours had with it.

You couldn't do it.

You could not take this from them.

From her.

From your mother who had loved and raised you.

From your father who had done the same.

You would sooner throw yourself into the ocean, or onto the spikes at the bottom of Maegor's holdfast to be pierced upon, in a way you felt you deserved, and then, only then, would you be reunited with him. Would you get to hold him once more.

Would you get to love him, and never be threatened, or taken from him again.

Another tear fell.

You gave them a small smile, a sad smile, of regret, of sorrow, of mourning, “Let me have a moment more… Please.” You spoke quietly to them, and only to them.

Guards stationed themselves at the door to secure the chambers, the sounds of dragons flying above the Keep loud and ever present. You breathed in again, closing your eyes as you found the strength to speak once more.

“To see how it feels to sit on a throne I have earnt, and to know, that it was I who put you here. For never again shall I sit here. For after you, it will be Jacaerys, and then his heir, and their heir after. Let me be the Queen I was fated to be, if only a moment more.”

And so you sat, watched on by your mother and father as you felt the weight of the crown atop your head, the Conquerors Crown. A crown you had, by design, conquered.

The blood of the King drenched heavily atop your body, darkening your hair and skin and chemise, the sharp cold of the blades of the Iron Throne beneath you.

A crown forged in blood.

You stared at them, a moment more as they gave you the time you requested, watching as they stood stiffly, eyes shimmering with tears, their faces having fallen as you sat a moment more. And then, all too soon, your resolve and anger melted away, and a tidal wave of grief and relief flooded over you.

You stood shaikly, legs aching as you stretched to your full height, your parents looking up at you in anticipation, taking steps backwards away from the throne.

Your chest heaved, as you took one step, then another, and then flew down the steps and crashed into their waiting arms, Daemon lifting you off the stairs, turning you to face your mother, who buried her face into the crux of your neck. A small sob fell from her lips as they both held you tightly for the first time since you had left them at Dragonstone.

You cried, loudly, sobbing into Daemon, who cooed and kissed at the top of your head, fingers digging painfully into your flesh as he gripped you tightly. Making sure you could not leave him again.

Your father almost collapsed as you felt him cry and shake with you in his arms. Holding him so tightly to him you could scarcely breathe, hands shaking so violently that they almost vibrated.

“Ñuha byka vīlībāzmio.” My little warrior, He whispered into your blood clumped hair, “Issi ao ōdrikagon?” Are you hurt?

You sobbed louder, heart feeling like it would give out, stomach hardened and in pain with how it clenched, "Ñuha prūmia iksis pryjatan.” My heart is broken.

Rhaenyra hushed you gently, pressing a kiss thrice against your cheek, and oh how you missed it. How you missed the way she always did it, always in three's, always the same. Familiar. Yours. Hers. Whispering praise into your ear, promising that you were safe, that they were here now, that they loved you, that they came for you.

And they had.

“I loved him.” You wailed brokenly.

“We know.” Daemon whispered, smoothing your hair at your back.

“I’m with child. And I killed him. I killed the man I loved.” You bawled.

“Ñuha dōna riña.” My sweet girl, Rhaenyra took you from your fathers arms, and you buried your head into her neck, feeling Daemons heat behind you, gripping you tightly, as you inhaled her scent, "He would forgive you. I know he would. My brother would understand. He understood."

It didn't do much to help calm you, but it helped to reassure you that they were truly there, and that they were not a vision like your brother, or Helaena or-

You lifted your head, opening your eyes to the chambers behind Rhaenyra.

There, at the back of the room, hidden amongst the shadows, was the violet and sapphire gaze you would come to miss the most.

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madame-fear · 2 months

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˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.ᐟ | 𝟐𝟑𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

ೀ amira speaks! : just a list of the upcoming requested drabbles for the 2300 followers celebration. This list contains drabbles for the HOTD fandom, for Enzo Vogrincic and also for Fran Romero. As soon as they’re posted, they will be uploaded to my masterlists! . . . → Drabbles are still open, from February 14th to March 1st. . . . → Check out my prompts!

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 ˎˊ˗

→ Being on an arranged marriage with Jacaerys. Soft smut, prompts 1, 12, 22. → Comforting Aegon ii after he wakes up from a nightmare. Soft smut, maybe! Prompt 7. → Bard!Reader singing a lullaby to Lucerys. Fluff. → Aemond inviting you to dance on purpose, just to make Lucerys jealous. → Rhaenyra’s eldest child!Reader being betrothed to Aemond. Targtowers praising you for supporting Aegon’s coronation. Smut, foursome. → Helaena and Reader chasing a beetle together. → Lucerys teases you while both of you walk on the Dragonstone beach, and you begin to splash water at each other. When they return dripping wet, your parents scold you, but you are still giggling at one another. Fluff. → Newlyweds!Lucerys x Reader. You see him taking a bath and apologise all flustered to him, saying you can return later, but he encourages you to join him. Smut. → Jacaerys x Reader, betrothed to one another. Fluff, prompts 13, 45, 23. → Cuddling with Aegon after he gets scolded by Alicent. Fluff.

˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐂 ˎˊ˗

→ Enzo with an inexperienced!Reader. Smut. → Him encouraging you to sit on his face, since you’re scared and shy to do it. → Enzo x University Student!Reader. College dorm smut. → You re-encounter yourself with your cousin in a club after not seeing each other in a long time and your cousin touches your waist, which makes Enzo feel jealous. Smut, fluffy aftercare. Prompts 51, 74, 75. → Kissing for the first time. Fluff, prompts 21 + 30.

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 ˎˊ˗

→ Sharing kisses with Fran. Fluff, prompts 20, 27, 50. → Stargazing with Fran. Fluff, prompts 84 + 112. → Fran admiring during sex the necklace he gave to you with his initial on it. → Taking a shower together, and him leaving you more bites & hickeys on your neck as the old marks are already disappearing. Slight smut, prompts 86 + 91. → You are on a small party with the cast. He keeps staring at you during the entire party, and under the influence of alcohol, he pulls you away to somewhere private. Smut, prompts 37, 96, 106.

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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 2 months

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Wither on the vine

Wekk 1 picture prompt for: Spring picture prompt event by @hotd-bigbang

Themes: Angst

Warnings: Maternal/child death prior to the beginning of the story

Wordcount: 500+words

Summary: Alicent writes about the cherry blossom tree in the Godswood, and her upcoming wedding.

A/n 1: This ficlet is written in the epistolary form of writing

A/n 2: Alicent is 18 in this story

Minors DNI

Alicent Hightower’s journal

5th day in the third moon of 106 AC.— It is still spring, and flowers in the cherry blossom tree have already bloomed in the Godswood. It is the only tree of its nature in Westeros, a gift to the king from the Empress of YiTi in honor of his ascending the throne. There was a solemn ceremony in the Godswood when it was planted into the soil, with a tourney and a grand feast afterward. High lords and ladies came from all over the realm to bear witness, and more than one champion made their name on the tourney grounds. It had been a glorious day, filled with warm sunshine, music, and laughter, and purses growing fat from wagers.

Rhaenyra and I often sat beneath its flower-laden branches and talk and read and laugh. She would share her father’s tales of old Valyria and tales of her little adventures flying atop her dragon, Syrax. She often begged me to come with her, and I always refused. Then she would pout, pursing her lips into a thin line. And then she would smile and enlist my aid in her quest to raid the kitchens for cake.

“I want to fly with you on dragon back,” she once said after wheedling the cook into giving her a tray laden with cake and other sweets. “See the great wonders across the Narrow Sea, and eat only cake.”

What happy times they were! The realm prospered, queen Aemma was with child again, and commoners and nobles alike awaited the birth of a little prince, an heir to wear his father’s crown and put an end to the question of succession for good and for all. Alas! That was not to be. Good queen Aemma perished in her labors, and her son followed her soon after. And that was when Father began his scheming, though, at the time, I did not see it for what it truly was.

A ploy to put me in the king’s bed as his new queen and secure more power for himself.

“I would like for you to seek out the king,” he had said, “and offer him comfort. Viserys is plagued with grief. He will be glad to have a kindly visitor. And Alicent? Be sure one of your mother’s dresses when you call on him.”

As strange as it was, I thought nothing of his request to garb myself in one of my lady mother’s dresses. I did as I was bid, because that was what dutiful children did. They obeyed their mother and father in all things. I obeyed my father and listened to him, never questioning him or his motives, even when my own conscience pressed me to do so. And because I listened to him without question and toiled blindly on his behalf, I am now left without a true friend in court and the companion I once considered as dear as a most beloved sister. I am about to wed a man I could neither love nor desire and produce his heirs year after year, all while the cherry blossom tree continues to bloom and my own wishes and dreams slowly wither on the vine.

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What do you think about team green calling Viserys a rapist because he married Alicent?. Of course I know he wasnt a good king, he wasnt a good father, or husband but calling him a rapist?

Show version, yes. Alicent was very obviously unwilling to sleep with him no matter her grief when he died. Marital rape.

Book version, no. She very much wanted to be his queen and there is more room to assume that she even romantically loved him for a bit before and after they married. For a while.

*EDIT* [3/25/24]:

Show!Alicent was 14-15 when she married a 35-40-looking Viserys if we just go by actor age; if we go by the assumption that the writers just want their audience to look at Criston, Otto, Daemon, and Viserys' ages by their canonical ages, then Viserys is supposed to be in his late 20s, specifically 29 when he marries Show!Alicent.

However, in the book and the original lore/story, Alicent was 18 when she married the 29-year-old Viserys in 106 A.C., which isn't looked on very favorably in a U.S. post-Industrial Era context bc yes that can be sus or just bad...men are trying to get as close to "child" for a reason, even if they are thinking in total bad faith for why.

However, it's far better than what we get in-show and 18 = 15! Book!Alicent definitely wanted to become Queen and likelier pursued Viserys for that position & it doesn't have to be a "seduction", either. Also, and very importantly, in the show Otto straight up pimps out his daughter with her visible discomfort. She has none of the agency that book!Alicent had.

18 is also not the common age of marriage for girls in Westeros and its society and this is not speaking to the morality of the individual men so much as stating the contours of the society we are looking into and what shapes these characters. Ironically, Alicent is not even out of the age of marriageability in either Westeros nor in some parts of medieval/EU history...for aristocrats. Because she is a girl.

HotD is correct for pointing out this is a social system that can easier allow men to abuse their wives BUT this is all this to say that bk!Alicent was not abused by bk!Viserys! .

Whether or not you are totally against its existence in canon, decide to not let the ages of marriage totally hurt your observations of the text, or are actually one of those who'd accept teens marrying adult men -- the age of majority for people is 16 in Westeros which doesn't necessarily coincide with what we'd call the age of consent. These are/were two different things, as you would know if you researched just the history of them in England and the legal history/ progress of defining/creating the age of consent. Noble girls had a different age of marriage than their male counterparts bc: some late medieval/Renaissance/Tudor writers believed that if a man married too young or had a sexual partner too young they would be "unbalanced" humorally; girls were not expected to inherit the household, pass on the house name to their kids [except for special circumstances], and the authority; and the ideal of feminine beauty-centered "maidenhood", which is unmarried young girlhood but not "prepubescent" childhood, that "in-b/t" stage. So if there were a large age gap, it was more likely for a much younger very wealthy/noblewoman to marry an older, very wealthy/noble guy.)

Plus, in the show, Viserys doesn't even have the element of an arranged marriage or incoming negative consequences to explain why he felt he absolutely had to be with a 14-year-old girl.

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yes i'm still laughing at the HOTD sneak peak talking about rhaenyra like she's a nepo baby to alicent's cinderella story, my loves is this not feudalism??? can we not admit that none of these people have class consciousness??

if we must review then we must: alicent was the daughter of the second most powerful man in king's landing, who at 15 was chief attendant to the king, making her & her father two of the most influential people alive, along with the pride of their ancient bloodline. she never had a peer relationship with rhaenyra who was a decade her junior, and they were both independently highly qualified young noblewomen by the standards of their Houses

[106 AC would make Alicent 18, Viserys 29, and Rhaenyra 9]

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what happens to rhaenyra in your story? who's her husband? her children? her role? does viserys remarry after aemma and has the green children? does the dance happen?

Thank you so much for asking!! Alright here’s how I see this going down :

So in my first draft and plot line which is still the one I’m mostly using, cause it’s really well detailed, Alicent still marries Viserys and is as miserable as in canon, however I always thought that the dance was more of a Aegon vs Rhaenyra thing, not the Alicent vs. Rhaenyra conflict that hotd is making it out to be so the main antagonist is really just Aegon, who takes the opportunity to become king, and the great houses of Lannister and Baratheon who are fed up with the crown and don’t want a woman in power, however I recently started questioning why Otto would push Alicent to marry Viserys when he already has four sons by Visenya in 106 AC (which is the year Alicent marries Viserys) soooo I think I will scratch that and just let the dance of dragons be less like the canon dance (so no siblings fighting for the throne) and more of a normal war/rebellion (I’m thinking of doing something with the Targaryen bastards of Daemon/Viserys/etc, because I really have a few of them), but don’t worry I plan to write about the generations of made up Targa following Visenya too, and three kings and one queen later, we have a real Targaryens fighting Targaryens for the iron throne kinda situation around 200 AC.

Okay so back to the actual questions asked; I think Viserys will be less drawn to remarrying, since Alicent isn’t actively trying to seduce him and he probably doesn’t want to risk the claims of his daughters, however I think the Velaryons are still gonna be pushing for him to marry a daughter of theirs, which in my story would be Valaena, (mainly because I really don’t see Laena and Viserys happening ever) and since Viserys is a bit of a pushover, I think there is a strong chance of that happening (even though it might take longer, with Otto pushing against it). I have been playing with the thought of Viserys being the father of Valaenas kids for a while, since I already got them planned out, and it would make sense for me cause I believe in the theory that all riders of Balerion struggle with infertility and since Viserys only rode him once, he got daughters, but all his sons died at birth.

Alright now as for Rhaenyra, I see her having a happier live for sure, without the burden of being heir, and with Viserys not forcing her to live the consequences of his mistakes by making her marry Laenor, if he’s already married to Valaena. I’m not sure whom she will marry yet though, in the current state of writing she’s still very much an eight year old so I haven’t worried about it to much. Either I’ll make up some OC she can marry, or maybe she’ll just be allowed to marry Harwin, since he’s a knight, son of the Hand, and heir to his house he sure isn’t the worst match, and again in this story Rhaenyra has a good few sisters, especially if I make Valaena marry Viserys. I still plan for her to have those three sons and then maybe remarry and have more hypothetical kids, cause I still have reasons to kill Harwin and Lyonel. Who knows maybe she’ll even marry Daemon like in canon.

As for Rhaenyras role I am obviously pushing her to the side a bit, since she’s not the heir (I’m sorry I’m trying not to steal her entire storyline and life too much) she and Visenya spend the first four years of Rhaes life completely separate and while Visenya has a complicated relationship with her father, he dotes on Rhaenyra, so it takes a while for Visenya to warm up to Rhaenyra, they eventually grow close a few years before Aemmas death and stay like that until Rhaenyra eventually realizes Visenyas involvement in Harwins death and well, after that things are a bit frosty. Alicent is also gonna be romantically involved with Rhaenrya after Otto is dismissed as Viserys Hand and he and Visenya leave for Dragonstone. So that is another factor that sort of complicates the whole sisterly dynamic…

Wheww, I hope that wasn’t too much rambling and makes a little sense! Please feel free to asks any more questions you have, I love getting to talk about my fav OC and her family!!!

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those book Alicent/Viserys headcanons were cool! Honestly, I liked the idea of them in the book but because of their portrayal in the show you now can't day a single positive thing about them without getting yelled at.

I'm kinda confused about one thing though and that's the ages. I know hotd had Alicent being 15 and Viserys 30/40 when they got married but what were their ages in the book? How old was Viserys when he married Aemma/Alicent or when he became a king etc?

I've tried looking at the wiki page but I can only get a clear answer for the time of his death.

Thank you in advance!

i feel you anon, the show deserves jail time for giving so many characters and pairs a bad rep.

As for the ages, i can sympathize with how messy f&b can be when it comes to dates, ages and events. I've attempted to make a timeline when it comes to ages so here's what I have on Viserys (keep in mind, I may have missed some)

77 AC: Viserys is born

81 AC: 4 year old Viserys officially gains a sibling when Daemon is born.

93 AC: 16 year old Viserys claims balerion and weds 11 year old Aemma. They wait 2 years to consumate their marriage.

94 AC: Balerion the Black Dread dies. Viserys was 17 when he lost him.

97 AC: Rhaenyra is born. Viserys is 20 and Aemma 15 at the time

101 AC: Viserys becomes heir at the age of 24 and Otto becomes hand of the King Jaehaerys (bringing his wife and children at court with him)

103 AC: Jaehaerys dies at the age of 69 (15 year old Alicent had become his constant companion prior to his death). 26 year old Viserys becomes a King

105 AC: Aemma dies in labor at the age of 23. Viserys who is 28 at the time banishes Daemon and declares Rhaenyra as his heir and Princess of Dragonstone.

106 AC: Viserys weds Alicent Hightower. Alicent is 18, Viserys is 29

107 AC: 19 year old Alicent gives birth to Aegon. Viserys is 30 at the time

109 AC: 21 year old Alicent gives birth to Helaena. Viserys is 32 at the time

110 AC: 22 year old Alicent gives birth to Aemond. Viserys is 33 at the time.

114 AC: 37 year old Viserys blackmails 17 year old Rhaenyra to get married to Laenor, which she does in this year. 26 year old Alicent gives birth to Daeron

i think the rest are easier to follow. As long as you remember the ages from one specific event, you can keep adding as the timeline processes.

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RHAENYRA TARGARYEN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 1.06

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“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms, or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.” — G.R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

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new asoiaf fic, help me decide on something???

I have an idea for an ASOIAF/Dance era crossover (with some HOTD influence because they fill in a few gaps and there's a handful of things they did right/I did like better). It was vaguely inspired by my drabble through time and some of the theories about Vhagar/a dragon's personality/abilities.

It is a Jon goes back in time/becomes Daemon Targaryen's son AU. I can't decide what year I want him born in, though.

Jon "wakes up" when Maegon Targaryen (Daemon was being an asshole when he chose the name) claims Cannibal, so there's a whole life before that and the time period will affect what is happening on Dragonstone/why he's there/what he can do.

So, the possibilities are as follows (I started writing as if it was the first one, but that's easy enough to change, except that I want to write more and am now stalled lol):

Firstly, what stays the same:

-Maegon is Daemon and Rhea Royce's trueborn (and only) son.

-Maegon is far more even tempered than Daemon, and broods instead of lashing out. His crib egg doesn't only not hatch, it seems to start turning to stone just from being near him. Despite looking Valyrian, many people suspect he's not much of a Targaryen (something Daemon hates, but many others see as a good thing).

-He has a contentious relationship with Daemon because of Daemon's hatred for his mother and long absences. The King adores Maegon and Rhaenyra cares for him.

-After not having a dragon for at least a decade, he goes to Dragonstone and is basically pounced on by the Cannibal, at which point Jon Snow gets shoved into Maegon's head.

If Maegon is born 100/101:

-Born just before Rhea becomes Lady of Runestone, helping to solidify her claim as she has a male heir. And before the Great Council, which technically gives Viserys two male heirs.

-He’d be closer to Rhaenyra’s age/a childhood companion, Daemon would think he was Viserys’ heir still for a time and that Maegon would therefore one day be King (makes Daemon getting passed over as heir harder/more insulting).

-Daemon would take him to the Red Keep often to show off his male heir (possibly seen as a motivation for Viserys to be so desperate for a son). Maegon would be used more as a tool than a son by a less mature Daemon, but if it weren't for fear of Daemon gaining influence through him, Maegon would have been betrothed to Rhaenyra.

-He would claim Cannibal when Rhaenyra first moves to Dragonstone in 113 (this would basically mean no needing to finagle the timelines and that Jon could stop some of the worst stuff that happens, but maybe that's too good of timing lol).

-He’d have a dragon to go back and forth to Runestone, especially after his mother’s death when he is old enough to immediately be lord.

-He would be a Black. Could help Rhaenyra with Laenor and keep her sons looking Valyrian. Would also possibly influence her to put more effort into being the heir/keeping power in the Red Keep, or staying in the Red Keep himself to advocate for her. They’d both resent the Greens, as even if Maegon had come to terms with Rhaenyra being heir, he definitely wouldn’t come to terms with Aegon being heir/king instead after his father and he were passed over.

If Maegon is born 106:

-After the Mysaria/dragon egg stuff and Rhaenyra being declared heir, when Daemon is arguably at the height of his resentment for Viserys. He just lost a child to miscarriage so it may also feel like an insult that the gods gave him a healthy son with someone he hated. Possibly also some self-hatred for knowing this could have surely made him official heir if he hadn’t pushed Viserys’ hand.

-Daemon will spend Maegon’s early childhood in the Stepstones, so less influence over his life. Maegon will be more of a peer to Aegon than Rhaenyra, and could have a positive impact on him (or could be more manipulated by the Greens). He might spend time at the Red Keep at Viserys’ behest instead of for Daemon’s manipulations and see it as a second home.

-He would claim the Cannibal during Rhaenyra’s marriage to Laenor, maybe just after his mother dies/his father goes off with Laena in 115? This would makes him about a year younger than Aemond would be, possibly increase Aemond’s desperation for a dragon, since he’d soon be older than even Maegon was if he doesn’t claim one.

-Daemon might try to demand regency over Runestone, creating even more of a wedge between them (Maegon may also suspect Daemon of murdering his mother). Having an actual regency will allow Maegon to still be around Dragonstone/King’s Landing for the next few years without many issues, so he’d be around for Rhaenyra’s first few children’s births/early years.

-He’d be a Black…at least until Rhaenyra married Daemon, at which point she may lose his support.

If Maegon is born in 111:

-Daemon goes to Runestone before returning to the Stepstones after unsuccessfully trying to win Rhaenyra’s hand. He is in the Stepstones when Maegon is born, perhaps Rhea’s message to him was “lost” so he didn’t even know she was pregnant (who would blame her for not wanting him around...Daemon, Deamon would). Possibly Rhea even names him Jon and Daemon renames him Maegon (otherwise, possibly a Runestone tradition not to name a child until they're one).

-Daemon’s hatred for her increases even more and maybe he believes Maegon was “ruined” by his first year or so of life being raised by a non-Valyrian when Maegon does not seem enough of a dragon. Maegon also represents the missed opportunity of a child with Rhaenyra.

-After his mother’s death, is sent to the Red Keep at Viserys' request and most often spends part of the year there and part of the year in Runestone. Maybe Alicent becomes something like a second mother. He is raised by his regent and some of the other Vale lords to suspect his father of murdering his mother and resenting Daemon for trying to take lordship of Runestone when he never spent any time there.

-Maegon is also very much a contemporary of Alicent’s children, perhaps close friends with Aemond (who shares his lack of a hatched dragon and shitty Targaryen father) when Alicent accepts that he has little of Daemon within him (and unlike Rhaenyra's children, is "obviously" not a bastard)

-He would certainly be there during the funeral trip when Aemond claims Vhagar, perhaps even with Vhagar/keeping Joffrey quiet without hurting him so that the fight never happens and Aemond never loses his eye. Either Maegon might take Aemond’s side when others criticize him for claiming Vhagar (since there was no big fight, Aemond is only at “fault” for that) or he envies Aemond too much for having finally gotten a dragon and pulls away from him.

-Claims Cannibal in 120, going to Dragonstone in desperation after Aemond claims Vhagar, with plans to claim Vermithor. Could possible delay Daemon and Rhaenyra’s plans for a secret marriage (and possibly make Aegon the Younger obviously conceived before marriage).

-He’d probably be a Green, basically he's been raised by Daemon's worst enemies, but maybe astute enough not to show it

#fic brainstorming #also damn going back and forth between Rhea being 'ea' and the Valyrian 'ae' was tough!

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oc profile - lady alara stark (wip)

HOTD Era

The older sister of Cregan Stark, born in 106 AC, Lady Alara currently resides in the North. While occasionally she does volunteer her usually shrewd but rarely tactfully state opinions on what he ought to be doing as Warden of the North, for the most part Alara keeps her own counsel. She is known to be blunt, which she blames on the harshness of the environment she grew up in. She has a direwolf such a light grey it is nearly silver, named Frost.

GOT Era

The youngest of five children born to Rickard and Lyarra Stark, Alara was born only a year and a half before her father died at the hands of the Mad King. She grew up in Winterfell among her brother Ned’s children, acting as their big sister, even though she was in truth their aunt. Alara has long held feelings for Jory Cassel from her brother’s guard, and was heartbroken to hear of his death. She fell into a depression; only Theon Greyjoy’s attack on Winterfell roused her from despair. She remained in Winterfell as a prisoner, determined to survive and get south somehow to save her nieces.

** I am currently working on fleshing this profile out, but I wanted to have something up so I could be sending asks to some people who expressed interest :3

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IS THAT A FUCKING FEANORIAN STAR ON GALADRIEL'S ARMOR???????

SHE WHO FOUGHT FEANOR TO DEFEND HER MOTHER'S KIN IN THE FIRST KINSLAYING?!?!?!

ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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