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valleyof-goldenlilies · 5 months

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A Trek Under The Stars - Modern! Laena Velaryon x Reader

Summary: Laena brings you on a hike for a quest for something special.

Pairing: Modern! Laena Velaryon x Fem! Reader

Warnings: profanity, fluff

Word Count: 594 words

A/N: hoe hoe hoe! a very merry late Christmas and Happy New Year in advance from me to you :) for all dem Laena girlies out there, this is for you 💜 I hope you enjoy!

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“Laena, I swear to the fucking Seven,” you swore viciously, the little makeup you had put on before your hike to look good for the photos had by now been melted away thanks to the snow, and your former cautiously enthusiastic attitude when Laena had told you of her plans to go hiking wiped out within an instant.

To be fair, you had been climbing for ages now, in the dark too, mind you. You had counted that you had been smacked by a stray branch laden with snow at least twenty times, tripped over a rock into the snow at least five times, and got spooked because the snow reflected the light of your headlamp back into the dense thicket of trees, making you think that you were in danger of being mauled by some wild animal within seconds, along with your girlfriend.

“Gah!” Laena had suddenly materialised beside you, making you drop your walking stick with alarm. She laughed, lighthearted as always, bending down to help you pick it up. How can someone stay so perfect in the outdoors after this bloody hike?

“We’re almost there, come on.” Laena tugged you forward, brushing away the heavy branches like they were nothing. “The view is so worth it, I’m telling you. And didn’t you always want to check seeing the Northern Lights off your bucket list?”

“That was before I realised the extent of effort involved,” you grumbled, sighing. “And you said that we were almost there about ten times, Laena. I’m not inclined to-”

“We’re here!” Laena’s exclamation tore you from grumpily directing your head downwards at all times so you could see where you’re stepping, and the resulting scene took your breath away.

Laena helped you switch off your headlamp and hers as you both took in the view in the huge, snowy field you were in. Vivid swirls of green mixed with purple streaks created one huge, messy, yet ethereal painting. It was like the Gods had called upon all the artists of the known and unknown world and commanded them to release their creativity on the canvas known as the midnight sky, and the resulting imagery was otherworldly. Utterly magnificent.

Stars twinkled faintly in the night, and the sky was thankfully devoid of any clouds, allowing you and Laena to fully absorb in the beauty of the Northern Lights. The hike up here suddenly didn’t seem so gruelling after all. If it culminated in all this, then it was worth it. A thousand times over.

“Hey, love,” Laena turned her head to you at the sound of your soft voice. “Yes, angel?”

“Thanks for bringing me up here,” you looked entranced at the view before you, and Laena smiled to herself. Beautiful. “I know I complained a lot, but now that I’m seeing it, it’s worth it. It’s like heaven on earth.”

Laena leaned in closer, still staring at you with a tender expression. “Yeah…but lucky for me, I always have my heaven on earth.” Your brows furrowed, finally tearing your eyes from the view to look at your girlfriend. “Huh-” Laena kissed you, sweetly, deeply, and you fully faced her to return her kiss, putting your hands on her hips as you embraced each other, while the glow of the Northern Lights pulsed in the sky behind you, shining. It was like there were only the two of you in the world, and you wished time would just stop here.

You finally pulled away from each, resting your forehead on hers.

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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rhaenyraslaena · 11 months

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I am Hers, She is Mine Chapter I

The Dragonrider and the Crown Prince

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Lady Laena Velaryon, bright as the summer's sun and surpassingly beautiful, thinks of flying and thinks nothing of boys. Or so that is what she has led all of Westeros to believe. Lady Laena is a dragonrider first and foremost, the pride of House Velaryon and House Targaryen. But what she will not say is that she dreams not only of dragons, but she dreams of him.

She dreams of dragons and a life with him. Though he might be the heir to a kingdom across the Summer Sea and she, a pawn to be played to be used in seeking power and glory. Does she dare hope for more than a marriage to soothe another's ambitions? Does she dare hope for genuine love?

She does not wish for much. Vhagar and her love will do.

“We both have a connection to winged creatures of sorts.”

Laena begins in all of her twelve years of wisdom, gaze carefully steadied upon the Nebuian crown prince – an approach gentle enough that would not prove to be awkward. Typically the ever social butterfly as her mother would name her – conversation with a foreign prince is one social event that has proven its difference.

“I’m a dragonrider and you hunt with falcons.”

For all of the boy’s quiet shyness, he, much like she has done, makes an attempt in socializing with a child of the opposite delegation.

“Indeed.” Initially Laena believes that this is the best that she could dare hope for until the continuance of his statement, his arms folding across the the ruby and sapphire encrusted golden pectoral necklaces that lay against his chest. “Do you also hunt with your dragon?”

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maidragoste · 6 months

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The One He Really Wanted

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

The scene I left out of chapter 5 of "The Sea Dragon, the clubfoot and the green queen". Laena deserves a better husband 😔

Sorry, I was supposed to upload this yesterday but I came back tired from university

Comments, reblogs, likes are always greatly appreciated 🥰💖💖

My inbox is open so I'm always willing to read your headcanons, opinions and answer your questions 💖

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

It was strange to see Daemon so calm. You never thought you would see him holding your son so carefully or see the softness in his eyes. You never saw him interested in Jacaerys or any of his nephews so you thought he would be just as indifferent to your children. Well, Alyn didn't seem to be of Daemon's interest but Aethan was another story. Whenever Daemon came to see you, he preferred to hold him in his arms instead of Alyn. You have the feeling that it has to do with your youngest child having different colored eyes. One purple, like you, and one blue, like Larys. You knew that Daemon's mother also had different colored eyes but unlike your son, her other eye was green instead of blue.

“Does he remind you of her?” you asked, drawing the prince's attention and making him take his eyes off the baby to look at you. “Your mother,” you clarified just in case before he decided to play dumb.

“I've long forgotten what her face looks like,” Daemon confessed and you didn't even think about it when you took his hand and squeezed it. You felt sorry for him. Your mother was one of the most important people in your life, you wouldn't know what you would do without her. You couldn't imagine growing up without her.” When Viserys saw Aethan he said that he reminded him of our mother. I thought that maybe if I looked closely at it at some point I would remember her. I know, it's something stupid” a bitter laugh escaped his lips.

“I don't think it's something stupid,” you said firmly as you caressed his hand with your thumb. "You shouldn't feel ashamed for thinking about your mother. But you can stay calm. I won't tell anyone that the great Daemon Targaryen has feelings" you said in the last part with fake exasperation making the prince smile. It didn't take you long to mirror his smile. You liked this Daemon better, not the idiot who had spent months being a damn bother with his comments about Jacaerys' true paternity. If Larys were with you he would tell you not to be stupid, that the prince would probably return to his old attitude when Rhaenyra's other bastard was born.

Aethan complained seeing that he was no longer the center of attention making you laugh.

“He's demanding like you,” Daemon said, reluctantly letting go of your hand only to rock the baby again, quickly calming his whining.

“You're good to him, you know?” The softness in your eyes didn't have to mean anything to Daemon but everything about you matters to him. Again he wondered what things would be like now if he had shown up to your wedding with Harwin Strong, if he had let you know that it was an option, that he wanted you. Maybe it would be your child and his that he held in his arms, maybe Aethan would have a green eye like his mother. “You and Laena should give Aethan and Alyn cousins to play with.” At the mention of your sister brought Daemon back to reality.

“Maybe in a long time from now” you couldn't help but be disappointed when you saw her non-existent excitement at the idea of starting a family with your sister, you knew that Laena longed to have her own family. You and Laenor had noticed how loving she was with your children and how she would stare longingly every time Daemon picked up one of the twins.

“Aethan would be angry if we took the focus off of him,” the prince excused himself as he saw the disappointment in your eyes. “He can barely share my attention with you, imagine with another baby.”

Before you could tell him that he was talking shit the doors opened revealing your mother. You watched in confusion as she narrowed her eyes in the prince's direction. What did Daemon do to upset your mother? Had he fought with your sister?

“What did you do?” you whispered.

“Your mother is only bothered by my simple existence” he replied although he knew why Rhaenys was looking at him like that. His cousin always knew that the one he really wanted was you. Laena could pretend to have never seen him look at you but Rhaenys didn't so she was always aware of his interactions with you.

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sugarprincessbitch · 1 year

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Targaryen men x Targ! Wife Reader

(Reader suffers the same death as Laena)

Warning ⚠️ (Angst).

Maegor Targaryen x reader, Aegon Targaryen x reader, Aegon II Targaryen x reader, and Aemond Targaryen x reader

Aegon II

The king's council was pressuring you and Aegon to give the throne a heir, despite being pregnant three times none of each were a boy, instead you had three beautiful daughters.

Now you were in your fourth pregnancy. Wanting to be near your mother, princess Rhaenyra, in your labor, your little family decided to move to Dragon stone.

The labor started early than expected, but that wasn't saw as a problem because the pregnancy developed normally.

Your mother and the maester were inside the room with you, meanwhile Aegon was walking impatiently outside your birthing chambers with the fear of something going wrong. Daemon and the boys tried to calm him down, reassuring him that you were at the hands of the best maester and midwife's they could found and you where going to be fine.

Hours passed and you were still fighting in that room to bring your child to the world, wrenching screams could be heard in all Dragon stone, but none of a child, only yours.

Suddenly the door open, and the pale face of the master came into view, he told Aegon that the baby was stuck inside of you and the only way of get it out was to cut you open.

Angered by the maester words he was ready to strangle him right there, but your anguished callings stop him before doing something.

You were bedridden, pale as a ghost and sweating a lot, the baby was slowly killing you each passing hour.

Rhaenyra was at one side of the bed, trying to calm you down by whispering sweet things in your ear, but by the look of her face she was also deeply worried by your state.

when he was finally at your side you told him to help you get up, and ignoring the pain you stubbornly start to walk outside the room despite the pleadings of the others.

Aegon start to follow you, calling and pleading that you will be fine and there will be another way. You still didn't want to listen to him and continue walking.

He found himself outside, inside the dragon pits he found you. You were in front of your dragon saying something that he couldn't comprehend, his panic calls were covered by a roar and you were engulf by flames.

Aegon started to scream horrified by the view as his legs gave out and he stumbles against the hard floor. He felt his heart tear apart. A river of tears run along his face at the sight of your body, your burnt body.

After that horrible night Aegon was not the same, he was a shell of the man he was with you. For his family pity, he returned to his old habits, ignoring all his responsabilities in court and as a father, neglecting your daughters.

His mother and grandfather force him into a new marriage, saying that he still needed a heir.

Poor the unlucky woman that married Aegon, because the shadow of your memory will be always there to haunt her.

Maegor I

You were the only wife that had given him children and pure blooded too, due to being his half sister. Because of that you were the most dear and important wife of Maegor, treating you with a fondness that was rare of him.

The maester had warn him to not try for more children, your health was fragile since having many children without repose, another pregnancy could cost you not only your life but also the one of the baby.

Maegor didn't listen to it and stated that his wife should do their duty to him as a woman without caring if she wanted or not. That was the end of the discussion.

The new pregnancy developed progressively worse as months passed, debilitating the mother day after day.

Visenya was the only one that had permission to attend the pregnancies of the queen, due to the fact that Maegor wasn't fond of maesters, believing them to be useless for caring correctly of her sister-wife.

In the middle of the night you went in labor, Visenya and the midwife's were the only ones present with you. Maegor was on one of his campaigns battling the faith, so he couldn't be present.

It passed a long time and the baby didn't wanna come out, there was blood everywhere and the women in the room shared with each other worried faces.

Due to the pain pleadings of the queen, Visenya decided to call a maester. The maester tried without effectiveness, stating that the only way the baby would come out is by cutting you open.

Knowing the end was near, you pleaded to Visenya that if you were going to die you wanted to do it at the hands of your dragon, not of the maester "From fire I was born, from fire I will die" you said.

When Maegor landed in kings landing the news of the torturous labor and death of his wife reach his ears.

He immediately saw red, mad with fury he grab his sword and went to search for the one or ones guilty of your death.

That day it was told that the fury of the dragon rain upon the people of kings landing, no one was saved from Maegor's want for blood.

He burned, tortured and killed everyone that was in charge of your well being. When no one was left to appease his Mad pain, innocents were also slay. But no killing or torture could fill the hole in his wrenching chest, the one you and your unborn child left behind.

Aegon I

They say that Aegon married his three sisters for different reasons. He married Visenya for duty, Rhaenys for love and you for devotion.

You were his twin, the half of his soul, the mother of his only daughter. His sweet Daenerys.

Your second pregnancy came as a glad surprise for the two of you and the kingdom, after the tragic death of your little sister at the hands of Dorne, in the castle there was only days for mourning or sadness. So the unexpected new was a ray of hope for everyone, specially Aegon who desperately needed a little hope to grab on to.

All different types of maesters were pestering you day and night all along the duration of the nine months, this was a direct order of their king and their queen, your older sister Visenya. The two of them worried about the fragile state you were in.

Because of you being a little pass your prime, the announce of you being pregnant was a miracle on itself, and the dangers of having a baby at your age was of their over protectivness.

You were now two days in labor, since your contractions starting in the early morning of the first day and continuing in the night of the second day, you haven't stop pushing.

Everyone was in distress and the tension was burdensome in the air, Aegon vigilant gaze and your sister angry commands were not helping at all.

That second night Visenya nor Aegon could be with you, an important meeting regarding the next attack to Dorne was held, and you found yourself all alone in a room full of strangers.

The pain was now unberable, each passing day with your baby stuck in you was agonizing, you knew death was in the horizon although Aegon didn't want to acknowledge it, extending your suffering.

In one of your moments of consciousness you got up of bed. Shoving the maester and servants aside, you got out of the room.

A terrified servant abruptly interrumpt the meeting and told them about your current disappearence. For a second Aegon was shock in place by the horrifying news, that hesitation was enough time for Visenya to start screaming commands to the guards to inmediatly find you.

They found you in the dragon pit, screaming to your dragon, pleading him for mercy. Aegon was the last one to get to there. Seeing you in just a dangerous situation send him on edge and without thinking it he tried to run to you, but the fire was quicker and reached you first.

A part of Aegon died that day in the fire with you, his hope was lost, everything was lost without you by his side. He attached himself to the only part of you that was left, your daughter.

Your loss was the final drop for the strain relationship between Visenya and Aegon to broke beyond repair. Dividing the family, creating resentment not only between the parents but also, between the children.

When Aegon's last days were near, he went in and out of feverish deviations, the only thing that calmed him was the milk of the poppy that the maesters gave him.

In his death bed his last words were pronounce again and again with a trembling and a voice full of anguish "My sweet y/n, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Until he finally took his last breath the prayers didn't stop.

Aemond I

Your family, specially your mother, wasn't fond of your sudden marriage with Aemond, she had other plans for her younger's. Being Haelena and Aegon the ones married as the Targaryen tradition dictates, she didn't needed more than one. But love seal by fire couldn't be stop.

For the first time Aemond felt joy, the gods heard his and his wife prayers and gift them with a child, the one that were dessesperately hoping for.

The pregnancy went normally without much of a fuss, the two of you were expecting with excitement the day your baby will come into the world. Aemond didn't care if it were to be a girl or a boy, as the second son, he didn't have the burden to produce a male heir.

During the later stages of your pregnancy the tensions between the blacks and the greens grew increasingly dangerous. When the high septon crowned your brother as king everything explode. Due to this, Aemond had to fly away to Storm's end as a negotiator for the greens, leaving his much pregnant wife at home.

An urgent letter from her mother came in the second day he was staying there, telling him to come home as soon as possible, his wife started labor hours ago.

Only one thing retain him for some time before going back to his dear sister, the bastard that took his eye, Lucerys.

When he arrived at the pit in Kings landing the storm had long passed. Without changing his wet clothes he inmediatly went to the birthing chambers, in the rush he didn't notice the commotion of the servants and guards of the castle.

Entering he found the room empty, except from his mother who was in the floor, with her hands covering her face, crying unconsolable. Ameond silently reach her, and with a pang of fear in his chest ask "Mother, were is y/n... Were is she?".

Alicent gasp and cried more, he grew desperate and ask in a more forceful tone this time "Mother, stop crying and answer me, were is y/n?" Finally she answered him "I'm sorry Aemond, I'm so sorry I couldn't stop her... Oh god how horrible!" For a moment everything went silent, the pang in his chest grew and stab him with more force this time.

His mother rose her head and look at him with tears in her puff eyes "Th-the pregnancy went wrong, the baby, the baby wouldn't come out"

She stop and shed more tears "She killed herself Aemond, she command her dragon to kill her..." Stoping for a moment she screamed "OH GOD HOW HORRIBLE!"

Upon hearing this Aemond block himself out of the room, unfocusing his gaze he hug his mother that continue to cry in his shoulders. His face was still as a rock, solid, without a feeling. Only a treacherous tear falling slowly from his good eye, showing the emotion behind the empty gaze.

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wweskywalker · 13 days

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🦋 April Commissions 🦋

Slide 1: Prince Daeron The Daring x Ser Addam Velaryon commissioned by jonsnowsimp

Slide 2: Prince Daemon commissioned by Sandra

Slide 3: Prince Daemon in Pentos commissioned by Sandra

Slide 4: Young Ser Davos Seaworth and Celia Tully (OC) commissioned by weirwooddream

Slide 5: ASOIAF OC commissioned by rhaxnys

Slide 6: Queens of the 7 Kingdoms commissioned by @raybyanothername

Slide 7: A birthday sketch for mabeylauren

Slide 8: Their free sketches!

May commissions are open! 🧡

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 1 year

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Give Peace A Chance || D. Targaryen x oc

GIF by @lovelovesto DIVIDERS by @straywords

summary: in which Rhaella tries to make peace with Daemon’s children who are cold towards her.

“Don’t be nervous,” Daemon grasps Rhaella’s hands under the table, she gives a quick look towards him before the doors open making her immediately stand up.

“Ah, my daughters! come, come sit down” Daemon smiles as the two silver haired girls look at each other before reluctantly sitting down on the seats across from him.

Rhaella offers a smile to the girls to which they ignore and look to their father. “I want you girls to meet Rhaella she is my-“ “Is she your mistress?” Rhaena suddenly interrupts.

With wide eyes, Rhaella looks to Daemon who had his mouth agape, speechless at what his daughter had said. She couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t hurt or offended by the comment.

“Rhaena! that is no way to speak to your future mother” Daemon scolded her as the two girls stare at you. It was true, Daemon and Rhaella were to marry in a couple days time.

The two had always been quite close during their childhoods as they were cousins. After Laena’s death, a dear friend to Rhaella, Daemon sought comfort; where he rekindled his friendship with Rhaella.

And over a year had passed and the two fell in love. In the span of not seeing her for many years, Daemon forgot about her beauty, her kindness, her comfort. He knew it would be hard to tell his two girls, Rhaena and Baela because well, they lost their mother.

He knew for a fact that they would not accept another motherly figure into their lives so early. But nonetheless he is trying. Rhaella too understood that the girls would not be too keen on this.

“Future mother?” Baela scoffed, “Are you jesting father? Who even is she” The targaryen crosses her eyes and looks to you.

“Rhaella Arryn, princess. But you can call me Rhae” She offered a kind smile, turning a blind eye to her rudeness. “Never heard of you, are you marrying my father for our dragons?” Rhaena rudely says out loud making Daemon stand up, banging his hand on the table making everyone flinch.

Rhaella brought her hand up to his arm to calm him, this caught the girls’ attentions as they rolled their eyes. “Girls, to your rooms now. I will be speaking to the two of you” Daemon sternly says as they stand up and leave, not before sending glares Rhaella’s way.

At the sound of the door closing and the servants leaving, Rhaella sighs deeply, placing her elbows on the table and her face in her hands. “They hate me so much already” She says, although it came out as a mumble.

“It was their first time meeting you Rhae, I’m sure they will soften up” Daemon rubs your back as you look to him, “They thought of me as your mistress and they think I want your dragons!” She says, frustration in her voice.

“I know darling, and I apologise for their behaviour. I have never seen them act to rudely towards someone” “See! They hate me especially” The blonde groans, leaning back on the chair.

Daemon gives his lover a sympathetic look before standing up and kissing her cheek. “Let me talk to them” He assured her, she offered a small smile before he left the room leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Three knocks made Baela and Rhaena look towards the door where they see their father standing there. The girls look back down, making Daemon sadly sigh. He completely understood why they were acting like this.

“My darlings, I know it is hard to accept this marriage. But I want you two to be able to grow up with a mother figure. I loved your mother very much and I promise you, that in no way Rhaella will replace your mother.” He says to them as they listened to his words.

“Be kind to her please, give her a chance. She means no harm and only wants you girls to be happy” Daemon smiles at them as he opens his arms; Rhaena and Baela immediately hugging their father. “Now please, go and apologise to her” He frowned as they nodded.

Rhaena and Baela had found Rhaella sitting in the same spot at the table. As they walked in, Rhaella looks up and smiles. “Hello girls” She said as the two girls sit down infront of her.

“We would like to apologise to you about earlier,” Rhaena started, fidgeting with her hands before Baela spoke up, “We really didn’t mean what we said and we are sorry” She whispered.

Rhaella awed at the girls before placing both her hands out on the table for the girls to reach. They hesitantly take her hand each as Rhaella brushed her thumbs over their hands in a comforting way.

“I am so sorry for what happened to your mother girls, truly I am. And I know you love her very much. I am not here to replace her. But I hope that you can accept my care and love for you two” Rhaella gave a comforting smile as slowly nod.

“Do you love our father?” Baela asked, catching the women by surprise. A small chuckle leaves her lips as the two girls await her response. “I do, very much. I promise you I’m not here because of your dragons” All three giggle.

Little did they know, Daemon was stood watching outside the door. A huge smile evident on his lips at the sight of his three most important people happy together.

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neonlight2 · 1 day

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Jaehaera (oc) x Daemon Targaryen

War alongside Daemon

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“Where the hell is he?”

“Be patient uncle—,” Laenor all but pleaded, his eyes flickering from place to place, searching for a sign, a flutter in the clouds, a piercing squeal, the glimpse of red.

“I knew this was a mistake, no right fool would go into the pits in these conditions, and the fact we are now trusting a madman—,”

“Daemon will help us—,”

“He will ruin us!” Lord Vaemond scream, rage of defeat boiling through his throat. “And Driftmark will be left in shambles because of the King’s neglect and his brothers temperament.”

Laenor could feel the words weighing on his tongue, you’re the reason we lost the first half of this war. But he dare not say it.

While his uncle spoke of temper as if he was not throwing a tantrum this very moment, Laenor knew better than to test it farther. Vaemond got rash when angry, both in mouth and hands.

And the last thing Laenor needed was more inner conflict within his family due to an avoidable squabble.

“Father trusts him,” Laenor reasoned, his hands held out, meant to mend the tension, “and Daemon promised not to do anything foolish.”

Vaemond scoffed at the thought, the rogue prince not causing trouble? What a thought.

“I can’t believe the king is allowing this.”

“Uncle—,”

“It’s bad enough that we have let his fool of a brother lead, let only have to coddle a child.”

“Uncle, be—,” Laenor eyes grew desperate to stop his uncle, eyes straying to behind the ranting lord, whom had no concern for his surroundings.

“A princess no less, who’ll no doubt need coddling—,”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll be fine Lord Vaemond, but it’s nice to hear that you care so much for my well being.”

Laenor’s uncle stilled, arms tense with the outrage he could no longer express. It would seem that he needed practice when reviewing his surroundings.

Turning with a placated smile, the prideful Lord laughed as if everything he said were a mere jest, and those not laughing were too stiff.

“Princess!” He announced, acting down his surprise with mocking joy. “Lovely to see you once again. My god how much you’ve grown! You were at my belt the last time we met, now you’re nearly as tall—perhaps even taller than me.” He realized her true size as she approached him further, stalking up so smoothly one would think she were slithering.

Humming in agreement, Jaehaera passed by Vaemond without a second thought in order to glance at the battle plans scattered about the makeshift table. “Daemon is off surveilling the territory for us, so I’m here to help lead you in his stead,” glancing up, having seen enough to know that there truly was no plan, Jaehaera gave Laenor a playful wink to acknowledge her dear friend, “I hope that does not disappoint you too much.”

“No,” Vaemond quickly lied corrected. “I’m just saddened Daemon did not keep his word as he said. He’s rather…”

“Chaotic?” Jaehaera threw out, moving the map as she pleased, “Dishonest? Undependable?”

Allowing himself to laugh, Vaemond nodded furiously. “Exactly, I’m overjoyed at least you agree with me princess—,”

“I think you should lead the west troops, closer to the coast.” Jaehaera interrupts, tapping against the wood to show where she meant. “You are better suited for the sea, if anything should go wrong you can take your troops to the water and attack from there.”

There was a new tension in the air, and Laenor could since the band about to break.

“Jaehaera, maybe I should take the west, and my uncle should help you—,”

“Laenor, with all of your skill on land, you lack what is needed for sea warfare. Besides,” she glances from her willing, soon to be brother in law, to his uncle, “ a victory on water is as great as any on land. It should be a wonderful opportunity to fully show the power of your house Lord Vaemond, the infamous ‘sea snakes’.”

She’s baiting him, Laenor thought.

She would make him a coward if not mediocre.

“And where do you and Daemon play into this,” Vaemond grits, “the hero’s in the middle of the battle? Wont it be hard to share the spotlight with a showman like Daemon?”

Smiling, Jaehaera leans back, resting her arms on her sword. “On the contrary, Daemon is rather docile when it comes to those he respects. He’s already agreed to play whatever part I have for him.”

She shrugs slightly, “It would seem he’s only dependable to those he’s loyal too. And as for the limelight… Laenor will be the one to lead the siege.”

All went still at her decree.

“What?” Laenor asked, honest in his surprise. “Jaehaera, I am honored by your trust in my abilities but I—,”

Tilting her head, Jaehaera chuckles at the wrinkles building on the young man’s forehead. Clapping his shoulder with encouragement she said, “You’ll be fine. Daemon and I will be at the front, to take some of the brute force off the troops, and you are well versed in strategy. I have no doubt you will lead the troops to see another day.”

Without leaving room for anymore discussion, Jaehaera walked away from the table and held her face toward the sky— eyes closed with searching ears. “Daemon will be landing soon,” she stated with no hesitation. “Get your men ready before he gets here and thinks too highly of himself.”

Laenor laughs this time, shaking his head as he points and waves to his close guards. “Prepare the men and make sure they’re steady in their station.”

“See?” Jaehaera quips as soldiers scurry about her, waiting for the stomping of Vaemond’s furious feet to stop. “You’re a natural.”

“Do you want there to be quarrel between my uncle and I?” Laenor asks in a forced whisper.

“Come now Norry, you know I’d never put you in such an awkward predicament.” Jaehaera teases with fake seriousness. “I want to have a quarrel with your uncle.”

“You’re still using me as a middle man—,”

“Fine, I’m sorry—,”

“No you’re not.” Laenor retorts with a smirk, poking her side.

Caving, the Princess conceded. “Fine, I’m not, but I promise not to use you like that again.”

“Oh?” Laenor inquired. “Than whoever will be your middle man.”

Straightening her posture, Jaehaera smiles widely as her eyes open. “Who else?”

The screech of Caraxes would be familiar to anyone in the realm. It was only shocking to the people of Westeros when too much time had passed without hearing the sound, somewhere in the distance. Farmers would pray to the gods for their livestock to be spared, whilst noblemen clutched their hearts with fear. Jaehaera, however, found the sound sweet like music.

“He really is a showman isn’t he?” Laenor jested, watching the Rogue Prince land dramatically before their very eyes. Leaning closer to the other dragon beside him, he whispered, “You dressed like that to provoke him.”

Scoffing, Jaehaera tilted her head as she watched Daemon dismount his trusted companion. Both almost mimicking the other as they shook off the winds kiss.

“I don’t like being tied down by the weight of armor.”

“You don’t like being tied down at all,” Laenor teased. “So the leather you’re wearing is only for your benefit?”

“For all of us,” Jaehaera mused in a hushed voice as Daemon got closer.

Laenor whispered directly into her ear before rushing off like a child. “I bet you a hour of guard duty that he’ll want to mount you not even three minutes into battle.”

Mocking a shocked expression, Jaehaera’s head swung to the side, staring as Laenor ran away. “Bold of you to assume it will take that long!”

“Assume what Issa jaesa?”

*My goddess

A light shiver ran down the princess’s spine, feeling his lips trail down her neck.

“Behave Daemon.” Jaehaera warned, grabbing the underside of chin to push him away. “You can’t have the spoils until after the war.”

Daemon twisted around to look at her directly, a wicked grin across his face. “Are you saying you’ll reward me today?”

“If you—,”

“You know behavings not in my nature,” he said with a devious glint in his eyes, “give me something easier.”

“Wouldn’t be much of a reward if you didn’t have to work for it,” Jaehaera quipped, deciding it would be best to direct her attention to the fire puppy in front of her. “Why can’t you be more like Caraxes Dae?”

Kissing the dragon’s scaled snout, she embraced the heat of his breathing with a relieved sigh. “He’s always so well behaved.”

“Well maybe I would be too if I got a kiss every time we met.” Daemon stated indignantly, pulling her back into him by her waist.

“You’re so needy,” she whines mockingly. “We have a war to win.”

“So lead the way my little dragon,” he whispered, his nose brushing lightly along the skin peaking out around her shoulders.

“I’m not little.” Jaehaera said in an irritated tone before hissing from a harsh sting.

He bit her.

Properly enough to leave canine marks in her skin.

“Daemon, I swear on Viserys’ crown—,”

Licking the spot as an apology, Daemon steps away, arms in the air. “Just a promise issa jaesa.”

“Of maiming me?” She asked sarcastically, trailing her fingers along the mark to find the puncture.

Daemon’s eyes darkened as he stepped further away, watching her intently. “That I will be the only one to draw blood from you today.”

Jaehaera laughed. “And what if I accidentally nick myself today?”

Squinting at her, Daemon’s mouth forms a strict line. “You wouldn’t.”

“We’ll see,” she remarked, quick to race her way towards the army standing ready, “now hurry along, we have a battle to begin!”

***

The ways of war had always come easy for Jaehaera. She thought that the balance of war was always fair. Death and life. Evil and innocence. She loved that everyone on a field could become equals no matter what station, anyone could kill or be killed. She loved that they would all dance together, close but far, sweating with grief and ambition. It was so incredibly human to her, and more intimate than almost any encounter she had with people.

But even with everything she loved, she hated war with the same ferocity. Jaehaera hated casualties above all else, thinking it the most dishonorable trait.

So she fought with rage. A burning spirit fueled by the cries she imagined ripped from the innocent. The tears they spilled oozing from her skin as she tore through another soldiers muscles, and she watched as their blood painted her red and saw only retribution.

Her blade slid against many throats, giving a fast death to those she admired for fighting well. Others who relied on their opponents bad fortune, waiting until they fall to the ground to pierce their hearts— they met more excruciating ends.

Her arms ached deliciously as she stood back, looking at some of her work— bodies on top of bodies—

“You are breath taking in red.”

Fluttering her eyes closed with slight, blissful exhaustion, Jaehaera replied, “You always said I’d be deadly.”

Their breathing mingled, filling the thick silence with heaving air and raised chests. Jaehaera’s eyes had shut tight basking in the sun that peaked out through the fog.

“The people will crown you for this,” Daemon stated, sheathing Dark Sister to his side once more, allowing her to rest. Jaehaera could hear his footstep but didn’t bother to move. “Would you let me serve you, my queen.”

If anyone else had placed a blade to Daemon Targaryen’s neck, they’d be dead within a second. But his words were treason, something no person in the realm could escape punishment for, he would revel in whatever she felt fit for him.

“Must you always seek a rise out of me?”

“It gives me your undivided attention.”

“You are a mess,” Jaehaera scoffed, her sword still steady as she twisted to face him properly.

“So are you, maybe we should bathe together.”

In any other scene Jaehaera would have laughed in his face, made a crude remark back, and leave him with a problem to fix himself. However, she could not look away from him, transfixed by the contrast of the rogue prince before her. His white hair stained with red, his eyes purple with blood magic, yet more black now than ever.

“You lost the bet,” Jaehaera whispered, easing closer to him and resting her head against his chest. Flicking braided hair to the side, she bared the back of her neck to him where a gash laid thick with dried blood. “He was a fine swords man.”

She could feel his heart start to pound, more fervently than ever. Than she felt his fingers, rough and calloused, delicately tracing the wound.

“How will you punish me?” His voice thin and disappointed.

Not for treason against the crown, but for breaking a promise to a woman standing alive before him.

“You’re growing soft Dae,” she said while letting her hand fall, easing the blade from his throat. “We will give our crowns to our King.”

“He would have you keep it—,”

“And I would have myself hanged,” she quipped. Looking up at him, finally, she could see his furrowed brows. “There is a balance to keep,” Jaehaera swept her fingers across his face, relieving the tension, trailing until she met his hair— the hair she was so fond of.

Gripping it tightly, she let her hand swing, and with a brief hiss from Daemon and the shing of her sword— he had lost his mane.

He could barely believe it. Eyes wide with shock as she slid her fingers through the new length, her nails grazing his scalp effortlessly. Years or growth cut off without a notice. His punishment.

A smile grew on his face as he watched he slip back, her own eyes in a daze. “You and your Dothraki customs.”

Shaking his head he braved her tightly, lifting her in the air despite her squeals, Daemon beamed like the sun. “Will you let me serve you now?”

“After failing your mission—,”

“You’ve already punished me for not keeping my promise, now reward me for my efforts,” he all but begged. “Let me clean you at least.”

She rested herself comfortably against him, allowing her arms to brace his shoulders and legs his waist. Jaehaera stared at him blankly before grabbing his jaw and whispering into his lips, “Fine, but cleaning only.”

There will be a follow up in: Came back a king… and queen

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Chapter VII: The letter from King's Landing Part.1

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New chapter released, hope you like it

In the year 110, two news hit the Kingdom Princess Nymeria, Lady of Winterfell was expecting her first born. He would be the heir to Winterfell. The second, Prince Daemon Targaryen was finally the father of two magnificent young daughters, Princesses Beala in honor of Prince Baelon, and Rheana in honor of Princess Rhaenyra. However, the Kingdom was also holding its breath, although the King's second daughter had fulfilled her duty, the heir to the throne had not yet given birth to a child, two years after her marriage. Rhaenyra: 21 years old Nymeria: 19 years old

Adult image of Nymeria image below (she is inspired by Queen Rhaenys second wife of King Aegon the Conqueror)

-Husband, your men are waiting for you.

A smile trails across my face, Cregan's is against my abdomen, gently caressing the skin of my stomach. The bump that he keeps kissing and petting is not very round but visible enough for the news to reach Port Réal without my consent. I knew the Queen had left a spy, I hadn't found him yet but it wouldn't be long.

-Port Réal has been informed, I swear while stroking his hair, I wonder how.

Cregan only responds with a grunt, rubbing his beard against my stomach triggering my laughter. Three moons ago the Maester confirmed my pregnancy, Cregan's joy exceeded my expectations, he continued to cuddle and caress my belly, also allowing me to rest as long as I can.

-You should stay and rest today. Cregan hums against my stomach

I gently push him away laughing at his frustrated moan before standing up pulling the sheet over my body. With a smirk he pulls twice on the furry sheet which warms us and throws himself on me once my bare chest is revealed.

-Cregan, that’s enough! I burst out laughing when he climbs on top of me

My laughter chokes in my throat as he eagerly sucks on my nipple, my throat tensing as he smiles at his handiwork. The servants are likely to blush at this big mark which surrounds my halo.

-Proud of your work? I ask, stroking his hair.

His mischievous look is brilliant when he shows it to me and his smile is sly. He raises his chest towards mine so that our noses brush and our smiles synchronize.

-More than proud, you will make some people blush with this mark. Laughs Cregan

-Oh husband, don't you know that this can embarrass your wife? I reply, rolling my eyes.

-You are a married woman, he replies, kissing my forehead, and you are also pregnant. It's completely normal that you are marked.

I roll my eyes again and he punishes me by biting my chin and I burst out laughing as i pushes him away. Winterfell is slowly waking up, the sun shining on our skin. It won't be long before Cregan will have to get up to get ready for the day and so will I.

-Talyssa will come pick me up soon.

My voice is calm and well rested and Cregan sighs at my determination; he knows he can't stop me because I won't allow it. He kisses me one last time pressing my lips sensually trying one last time to make me give in. But I resist, a hand on the back of his neck, I kiss him gently before slowly removing my lips, a smile sliding across my face.

-I can never refuse you, woman, and that’s dangerous.

-You can refuse me certain things, but you don't want to. I reply smiling

Before he even answers a sound on the door takes us out of our bubble, it's time for Cregan to leave. He sighs before going down to kiss my stomach several times giving me butterflies in my lower stomach.

-Goodbye little puppy, take care of your mother, please, his gaze rises to mine, don’t tire her too much.

I blush furiously when he kisses my lower stomach, he knows exactly the effect he has on me so when he gets up he is more smiling than ever.

-It’s probably a little dragon. I reply as he puts on a coat to head towards the baths.

-It’s a little puppy, princess. He smiled as he closed the door.

I sigh with a smirk getting out of bed to put on my nightgown, the purple stain on my nipple is very present, thanks to Cregan, and the ones on my stomach and my collarbone have not yet faded. Poor servants, and poor me when Talyssa sees it.

-Three, two, one. I count with my fingers

-Stand up my Lady!

-Talyssa. I smile as the door opens

My best friend walks into the room, her hair growing long with each year with perfect red, her big light-colored eyes greet me and her smile is more and more beautiful.

-How is my little princess? Talyssa smiled as she walked towards me

Behind her, the servants bring hot bath water and towels to the back room. Talyssa hugs me and I do the same, smiling while kissing her cheek.

-How are you ? And the baby?

-We are fine, I caress my stomach, everything is calm for now.

-Praise the Gods. Okay, it's time to take your bath.

The cool wind blows across Winterfell Town, beside me Talyssa and a few ladies of the chambers look at the gray landscape of the day. The day had started so well, with beautiful sunshine, but the clouds quickly came to cover the sky bringing the North wind with them.

I tighten my blue cape a little around me while everyone's eyes are on us. Some greet me warmly, others look at me with a distant eye. This is probably because today I am not wearing the colors of my House but those of my mother, the Arryns. My blue dress with the gold handle doesn't fit into the Stark color frames at all, but on this day, I wanted to wear my mother's colors.

-My Lady, calls out a lady of the chamber, this store sells beautiful fabric for baby clothes.

-Thank you Palma.

I offer her a sweet smile before entering the store, the agitation fades a little and again looks fall on me, sideways glances, smiles and grimaces. I smile respectfully collecting greetings with a smile when I feel a hand pulling my dress.

-My Lady Stark. Call a little voice

I squat down under Talyssa's protests, my body is a little sore and the feeling of my little stomach bending a little, despite this I smile at the little girl in front of me.

-Hello little pumpkin, what’s your name?

The little girl blushed at the nickname I gave her then smiled with all her teeth and red cheekbones.

-My name is Marah my Lady. I wanted to tell you that you are very beautiful, a real Princess. Your hair and eyes are so beautiful.

Her hands quiver with the urge to stroke my hair, I allow her and she caresses with a hesitant fingertip before sighing at their softness.

-So ? How do you find them? I ask with a big smile

Her eyes light up as she responds with fists clenched in excitement.

-They are soft like Princess wool!

I laughed happily as I got up, my maids and Talyssa surrounding me to support me in case I fell. I stroke the brown hair of the little girl who runs in her mother's skirts as she smiles at me.

-She is so cute. I whisper, stroking the bump on my stomach

Talyssa follows my movement and smiles while nodding her head, she is impatiently waiting for this child just like me, I know that he will be pampered by her and she will be completely under his spell.

As I look at the fabrics betting on a boy while my best friend is desperate for a girl, a guard enters the store heading towards us.

After quickly bowing, I found a letter rolled up and sealed with the red and black Targaryen sign. I quickly look at Talyssa before thanking the guard and walking out with him, leaving my companions in the store.

Once outside, I break the seal to read the message, and my hands tremble, it is an official decree, written by the Hand of the King itself. Almost panicked, I sent the guard to look for my companions, as he passed the door I was already striding towards the castle under the questioning gaze of the inhabitants.

-This letter must be important for you to start the journey without us, growls Talyssa, on your two foot and pregnant! almost screamed Talyssa

I roll my eyes at her comment, my head being completely elsewhere, I rub my stomach thinking about the letter I read. My anxiety only increases and as soon as the carriage stops I don't wait for it to be opened and I quickly get out, lifting my dress to walk faster.

-Nymeria! Screamed Talyssa

I don't listen to her and rush into the castle, I apologize when I push certain people, my steps speeding up as I advance towards the main room of the castle.

Thank God, the room is empty, Cregan and his Maester putting away the papers to head towards his apartments, I move forward, slowing down a little, observing him with my heart swelling with love, if time was not running out I would have stopped to contemplate it. But unfortunately my steps alert the Maester and he bows when he sees me.

-Lady Stark. He bowed slightly

Cregan turns to me, a smile tugging at his lips as he excuses himself to the Maester to come down and see me. He unlocks this habit of stroking my belly as soon as he is in my presence with this proud little smile on his face.

-How are my wife and my little puppy? he asks and I can't answer trying to catch my breath

He realizes this and when his gaze finds my face, worry immediately appears there.

-Nymeria, he says worriedly, you are all red. He places his hand on my cheek, What happened? You feel bad ?

-No, no, I answer placing a hand on his which covers my stomach, I walked before the carriage then I almost ran towards the room and…

-By the Gods, breathe Nymeria, and how did you walk in front of the carriage? Cregan asks bemusedly

-May the Gods keep us. Whisper the Maester

-Everything is fine, I am fine, only I received a crow from Port Réal.

My voice still trembles from the effort and Cregan's gaze darkens slightly when I hand him the letter in my hands. Silence falls on the room and the Maester slowly descends to approach us, still leaving some distance between us.

-We are expected at the Red Keep for an update on the succession. What does that mean ? Whisper Cregan

My gaze meets that of the Maester and he bows, subsequently leaving the room, no doubt informing the people on his way not to disturb us. Once out and the doors are closed I catch my breath completely ready to respond.

-I don't know what that means, but I don't feel it. Everything that concerns the succession and the throne makes me nauseous. I respond by playing with my rings

-But our presence is requested within a fairly tight deadline Nymeria, remarks Cregan, it will be impossible to make the trip so quickly by boat.

-On the back of Dragon we will be there quickly, and he turns pale, but my anxiety is not focused on the delay, but on what will happen. Does he count, I lower my voice, do you think, I swallow, do you think he will change the succession?

My worry is evident in my voice, and Cregan tries to reassure me by stroking my stomach and my arm. I can't imagine my half-brother on the throne, Rhaenyra is built for the role, but Aegon is a spoiled brat and completely overwhelmed, him on the throne is unthinkable.

-My princess, Cregan whispers, taking me in his arms, everything will be fine, okay. We will see what they expect from us.

-Your father swearing for Rhaenyra, imagine mine asking you to swear for Aegon?

Cregan tenses against me, his hand stroking my hair and stopping emitting pressure on the back of my neck.

-Princess, look at me. Cregan whispers, catching my eye, Whatever happens over there, I'm sure your father won't disown you. He says

I nod slowly, his hands encircle my face and his lips touch mine with respect and love. I respond to his kiss with my hands on his.

-We will leave on Dragon's back, I inform him, hugging him, our luggage will be with him.

-I don't know if I like the idea. Sighs Cregan making us dance

-If Nightmares was going to eat you, she would have already done so. I laugh at him

-Without a doubt. Responds Cregan still hesitant

My Lord, on the back of a Dragon you say?

The Maester who examines me in our bedroom remains stunned by the speech of Cregan who holds my hand.

-Yes, we will not stay more than 3 nights in Port Réal, so you will be my representative with my sister Sara. Continue Cregan looking at him

Feeling my stomach one last time, the Maester gets up, reassuring me with a smile as he walks towards his tray.

-Well, I must say that this is the first time that a Lord of the North has ridden a Dragon.

-A start to everything, isn’t it, Maester Gideon. I respond a little teasingly

-No doubt my Lady. Responds the Maester bowing with a little smile, I have prepared a strengthening tea for you for your trip Princess, as far as the baby and you are concerned, everything is going well. Be sure.

-Thank you Maester Gideon, rest assured, I will take care of your Lord, he will not fall.

-I hope so. Cregan responds dramatically, getting up to accompany the Maester

Once he closes the door he helps me up, handing me the tea so I can drink it, I wince as I smell it.

-Are you sure it’s not poison? I ask, grimacing at the taste.

Cregan bursts out into a hoarse laugh clutching his chest.

-If it was poison you wouldn't have said that, poison is attractive and has no scent.

-Do you know anything about it? I ask a mocking smile on my lips

-No, he sits next to me on the bed, but there must be a reason why it's so easy for targets to fall in.

His thinking is quite logical so I end up buying the filthy tea. Our trip to Port Réal is in the final stages of preparation, we will leave tomorrow morning and I am excited to see my dear sister again. Coming back to King's Landing, on the other hand, doesn't excite me that much, the noise and the smell of the capital, the presence of the court in the Keep, the rumors and the looks, are very different from the North and Winterfell. Here, people are not adorned with gold and expensive jewelry, everything is quite simple, the smell of animals, fresh wind and pine trees, the sounds in the courtyards outside and Winterfell Town is much nicer than the capital .

It took me a while to get used to Winterfell, to how it works, I dress more simply and above all more warmly, my dresses with fine fabrics are in my wardrobe, not seeing the light of day because the weather is not is never warm enough to wear them. I will be able to dig them out of my wardrobe for the trip to King's Landing, although I have dresses waiting for me at the Dungeon.

-What are you thinking about ? my husband asks while caressing my belly

-To our trip, the capital and all its problems, to my sister and the Queen. My head thinks too much. I respond by handing him the cup

Nodding, he placed it on the small table, sitting on the bed to pick me up. Surprised, I let out a little cry before holding on to him once I sat against his hips. His two hands come to encircle my stomach and his lips come to kiss my forehead.

-I have the feeling that this trip will not be catastrophic, woman, Cregan replies, his eyes fixed on my stomach, thinking too much will not do you any good.

I roll my eyes which catches his attention, he pinches my chin to scold me and I try to pull away from him, but his grip is too strong.

I risk missing my fencing lessons if I leave for a long time. I argue with a hand on his shoulder

-Did you plan to continue classes, asks Cregan in amazement, despite your situation?

It is true that with my pregnancy continuing the fencing lessons would have been difficult, but I planned to make the most of it before having to stop.

-You still think. Accused Cregan

-I can't stop thinking, it's human.

-I thought the Targaryens were closer to the Gods than to humans. Cregan responds with a smirk on his lips.

-Well our thoughts are the only things that keep us grounded. I respond by pushing him away, a smile emerging

Finally he releases me from his arms following me towards our trunks which the servants finish preparing.

-You can put back on all your Southern dresses that your family sent you. Cregan's voice vibrates the walls

-I'm pretty happy my belly won't stretch the fabric too much.

Automatically Cregan runs a hand over my stomach attracting the attention of eyes in the room. The servants smile among themselves while I scold Cregan who wears his proud smile.

-Lord Stark?

We both turn around when a guard calls out to Cregan, his face takes on a serious crease on his face, he kisses my forehead one last time before leaving the room. I watch him leave the room, looking at the room where the bags close showing that the trip is coming soon. And my questions and anxiety continue to grow.

It’s departure day and everyone is running to surround us as Cregan and I head outside. Sara is jumping around holding my arm, she loves watching Nightmares so much that she can't sit still since she found out that her brother will be traveling on my dragon.

-I'm so excited, Sara whispers in my ear

-Ah yes, I laugh, your brother is sweating all over because he is so scared.

-I do not care, laughs Sara

-I hear you, Cregan growls making us laugh, and I'm not afraid. He defend himself with gritted teeth

-Of course husband, I'm starting out sneaky, you're just terrified.

Sara bursts out laughing followed by me while Cregan speaks under his breath, finally we arrive outside and I smile as I see the residents gathering in the courtyard. Everyone bows their heads when they see us, the Maester of the House and the stewards, the soldiers in line bow waiting for Cregan's orders.

With a wave of his hand, Cregan asks them to get up and they all do so.

-In the absence of the Lady of Winterfell and myself, my sister Sara will take care of Winterfell. Orders Cregan in a loud voice

I can't stop hearing him give orders, my body vibrates every time. I turn to Sara smiling, taking her hands in mine before hugging her tightly, she holds me forcefully in her arms, before breaking away from me to jump on her brother.

Once the farewells are done, Cregan and I head to my dragon, sealed since the cockcrow, Nightmares eagerly awaits us near his cave in the Northern Garden. Seeing me, Nightmares immediately roared, shaking its long, spiny neck and flapping its wings.

Cregan stops short, refusing to take another step, I take his hand with a smiling face and happy to be able to go up, my husband tenses at my side, his eyes fixed on my dragon with white-gray scales, his gaze is worried and I can't help but laugh at this.

-Stop laughing woman, scolds Cregan, I didn't make fun of you when you met my Werewolf.

Offended by his lie, I turn to him to tap him on the shoulder, which earns him a grunt.

-You are a liar my Lord husband, I was cold and livid in front of the beast and you played on my fate throughout the meeting, laughing and making fun of me in the evening in our room.

Cregan furrows his eyebrows but can't help the mocking smile that stretches his cheeks and deepens his dimples. Seeing that he is still laughing at me I decide to abandon him to head towards my dragon, he immediately panics.

-Nymeria!

-Stay there, I’m coming!

I stand in front of Nightmares, his crystal gaze holding mine, excited to see me, the dragon growls, his pupils dilating before nudging me with his snout. I can't help but giggle when he runs his nose over my barely round stomach again, probably sensing a being who didn't own my body before.

-It’s mine, I explain to Nightmares, my husband and I are expecting a baby, you know Cregan.

I jerk my thumb at Cregan behind a mocking smile and my dragon lifts its head to look at him before giving me its attention.

-He's going to travel with us today, I'm stroking his crest, we shouldn't eat him, okay?

I laugh at Nightmares' incomprehension which makes the dragon growl, while passing my hand along his neck I move towards the seal ready to mount on his back. My dragon lowers itself to the ground, allowing me to lean on its strong wings to mount my seal and position myself properly.

Barely seated, the dragon roars, unfolding its wings, raising dust from the ground and strongly fanning Cregan who is ready to flee towards the castle. I'm struggling to control Nightmares when he rushes towards Cregan with great strides, my husband standing still waiting for death.

To his great astonishment, Nightmares stops in front of him, looking into his gaze, his fangs bared and growling menacingly. I gently pet my Dragon who is trying to intimidate Cregan, showing him that he lays down the law when he rides on his back.

-Caress him, I encourage and Cregan looks at me as if I have reached madness.

Hesitating and never taking his eyes off Nightmares, Cregan removes his glove and approaches his hand to my dragon, his entire body shudders under the power of Nightmares' hot breath, and his eyes widen when he finally caresses its scales. Cregan's breathing calms as he performs the second stroke, his mouth slightly open as Nightmares hisses happily as Cregan massages his neck.

-He is, Cregan searches for words, warm.

I laugh from atop my dragon, reaching out for my husband to join me.

-He's kind and adorable, but he likes speed, and yes, he's warm.

Cregan smiles at me a little more confidently now that he sees how Nightmares reacts to his caresses, grabbing my hand he manages to lean to climb behind me on the seat placed on the dragon's back. His entire body tenses as Nightmares roars as he stands on two legs, his wings unfurl in the air and dust rises from the ground.

I let out a cry of joy when I feel my dragon running towards the end of the cliff, Nightmares' footsteps make the ground shake, his cry of happiness scares the surrounding animals, Cregan holds firmly to me, probably closing his eyes when we finally arrive at the end of the cliff.

My dragon's wings unfold and its legs fold, the cool wind hits my skin and my hairs stand up as we fall and then glide through the air. Cregan's hands grip my waist so tightly that I laugh, asking him to open his eyes to admire the view.

-Cregan, you won't be able to stay with your eyes closed forever, the landscape is so beautiful. I mock while clinging to Nightmares

-Nymeria…

-Trust me husband. I insist

I don't know when he opened them, but his breathing has eased in my neck and a "wow" escapes from him, he is definitely looking at the landscape enjoying the view around.

-That's wonderful. Cregan marvels

A radiant smile appears on my face upon hearing it, and I quickly pet my dragon which picks up speed, heading towards King's Landing.

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dream4yre · 2 days

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The Queen of Flesh and Fire ; Princess Naella Targaryen

"Naella Targaryen was not of her blood, the girl a measly 3 when Alicent Hightower had said her vows and only 2 when the life of the Queen, her mother, had been declared worthless by the prospect of a son. Yet unwanted matrimony had made her Alicent's, the golden ring clawing at her bleeding finger and the hefty crown sawing at her tender neck had made a mother out of the Hand's sweet daughter, months before Viserys had poisoned her womb with the tainted 1st of 4. Naella was hers, Alicent's, and Alicent's alone. The realm had declared as such, and the green queen had come to disregard the blood of Aemma Arryn running rife inside her Naella's veins."

"Oh how all hells crumbled when the jolly Kings second of 3 daughters came to understand that it was but a meager scroll of flaking ink, that had bound the 2 together, in the home Alicent had made out of hell, for so many years. That she had been but an unwanted chore for an unwilling queen and that she, she! didn't need her anymore..."

(In the past, I have posted the majority of my fics on AO3, so expect a link for that to appear here at some point :])

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dragondreamers · 26 days

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON WRITERS HUB!

if you write for house of the dragon, this is the discord server for you. open to all writers, any team, canon and oc content.

TO JOIN THE DISCORD SERVER Must be 18 years or older. Click here to access the server invite! That's it.

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sephirothsplaything · 4 months

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D N A | Sec.80 high power

My House Of The Dragon fanfic. I'm not sure how long this is all gonna be, haven't written in a while.

anyways!

This is the story of Lady Rhaella Targaryen the I;the strange one and her role in the Dance Of Dragons. Loved by few and feared by many.

The blood of the dragon runs in Targaryen's veins. Something else runs in Rhaella.

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The Rider Of Death

The Living Death

Queen Of the Night

" I was born in blood and death, and I take no issue leaving the world that way."

Rhaella Targaryen was born in Pentos in 117 AC.

She is the youngest daughter of Daemon Targaryen and Lady Laena Velaryon. Her two older sisters are Baela and Rhena Targaryen.

"Rhaella was the quiet version of her father, Daemon Targaryen, with the disarming beauty of her mother Laena Velaryon."

#house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #black oc #OC charecter #aemond targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #baela targaryen #rhaena of pentos #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #hotdedit #house targaryen #laena velaryon #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf

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ghost9whore · 1 year

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Lightning’s Reign and Thunder’s Roar II

House of the dragon x male oc (who should Caserys fall in love with?)

Chapter 2: Lighting's Fury

(No one's P.O.V It's been 6 years since Caserys' birth)

Due to the lack of dragon eggs being produced at the time of Caserys' birth, he couldn't receive one to be laid with him in his crib. Fortunately, it was his 6th name day and his gift from King Viserys and Queen Aemma was his choice of a dragon egg.

(Rhaenys' P.O.V)

It's been seven years since the storm and my son's birth. Ever since that day, it seems like Caserys is much healthier than when he was born. He excels at everything he tries history, basic combat he's mastered it. The topic of a dragon came up after word was spread that my cousin had a new clutch of eggs. Now, my cousin and his wife came down to visit us in Driftmark to offer my youngest son a dragon egg. However, they were accompanied by Daemon for a reason unknown. I began to watch their interactions, Viserys is setting up the dragon egg to offer Caserys when Daemon stops him and begins to whisper something in his ear. Viserys at first shakes his head at Daemon but after some convincing from Daemon begins to nod. Given the approval, Daemon lays out three eggs before Caserys and begins to speak. "Little one whichever egg you pick will be yours no exceptions do you agree to this?" asked Daemon "I do" responded Caserys. Caserys then began to walk to each egg feeling, putting it down, then moving on.

(Caserys' P.O.V)

I feel the first egg trying to feel how its warmth but it's very faint. I feel the second egg and it feels even fainter than the last. Finally, I reach the third egg and it feels like nothing completely cold until a surge of warmth. The warmth almost burned my hands but it felt like lightning. As if lightning struck the egg I was holding I knew the one I this was the one I had to pick. "I pick this one," I said and like that Daemon began to chuckle and King Viserys looked down and shook his head. "Little one the egg you picked holds a weak dragon, one that won’t make it past the egg stage” said Daemon. I know the dragon in this egg and I know that it isn't weak and would become a real dragon. My parents however didn't feel the same way I did as they began to throw a fuss about how Prince Daemon set me up by making me agree to the offer with no exceptions. I didn't care as I was about to get a dragon. “It’s ok this is the egg I picked and the dragon I have chosen to learn from.” I said fully confident that Daemon was wrong. Daemon was amused by my answer and began to speak "Very well if you can get this dragon to hatch I will teach you everything there is to know about dragons but, if you lose then you will owe me a favor. Deal?" I thought about the terms in my head and decided the pros outweighed the cons. "I accept your deal and look forward to proving you wrong". There was more arguing and it took some convincing but my parents finally let it go and I was ready to begin my dragon's incubation.

A few days later

The dragon masters have been pestering me about having my dragon egg reside in the fire but if I do that then my dragon definitely won't hatch and I would lose to Daemon. My dragon doesn't need fire he needs thunder so, I kept asking the Maesters when it would rain but they kept telling me that the clouds indicated not anytime soon. I know that they're wrong I know that a storm is coming I see it in my dreams. Every dream I have had since coming in contact with the eggs has always brought me to the beach with my egg on a pedestal with a storm heading my way. The storm is how my father describes the storm that was happening when I was born. I know that a storm is coming.

As if I was talking to the gods themselves. The next day the rain began and it was only a few hours later that the storm began. I began my egg's incubation by taking it to the beach and placing it on a wooden pedestal exactly how it looked in my dream. I was in a blind spot from my father's men so no one could see me or I thought. I kept waiting for the lightning to come near the egg but it wasn't happening. Hours were passing and still, no lightning struck the egg. Fortunately, it looked as if the storm was getting closer. It was only a matter of time, I can feel the lightning getting closer to me and the egg it was so close I could taste it. I was so focused on the lightning striking the egg that I forgot about the lightning striking me. I didn't even realize it until it was too late but I felt the surge, it was like the surge from the egg but ten times better. It was a power I couldn't handle yet. When I woke up again it felt as if all the warmth I had was taken away. I saw my mother, father, brother, and sister all around me. I knew that it must have been one of them to pull me up from the sad but I couldn't care about myself. "Where is the egg" I almost shouted. That however seemed to enrage my mother and father. They began to berate me about going out in the storm for nothing because my egg still didn't hatch. Once they cooled down they ordered me to stay put and rest up. The moment they were gone Laenor told me that it was he and Laena who pulled me from the sand and that when they found me it looked as if my body was wrapped with purple electricity. Then, it was Laena who gave me my dragon egg and upon feeling it. I knew that it had worked, I could feel the warmth emanating from the egg. That night I slept and my final dragon dream came to me, in this dream I was standing on a platform of water but I wasn't sinking I could hear a storm but I couldn't see it. The purple storm I had seen so many times in my dreams wasn't absent either however, the scenery wasn't the main event. The most captivating thing in this dream was the giant dragon with amethyst-colored scales staring dagger at me. The dragon didn't speak but I somehow knew what it was telling me then, I sank into the water. I woke up immediately grabbing the egg next to me. I started to run towards the ocean just as the dragon instructed. Once, I made it to the edge of the water I held the egg loosely to my chest and began to walk in. Before I knew it I was fully in the water. In the water, I met a woman who bore the resemblance of Rhaenyra Targaryen she spoke to me in a soft voice and asked me if I truly wanted to go down this route. I responded that I did and that I would do whatever it takes. She smiled at me and told me that this path would be long and dangerous. I nodded and told her I understood. Opening my eyes once again I felt the surge of warmth next to me. I can hear the little noises of a dragon, rushing up I can see the culprit. A little dragon with amethyst scales who was turning his head at me. A dragon forged from lightning instead of fire.

Rayraxs

A/N: jesus this was long but I hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry it's very messy. I'll be honest I don't know how I'm going to link up Laena's timeline and Caserys' we'll see how it goes.

#house of the dragon x male oc #game of thrones x male oc #game of thrones #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #x male reader #house of the dragon x male reader #game of thrones x male reader #male oc #daemon targeryan #laena velaryon #laenor valeryon #lightning’sreignthunder’sroar

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hereyoursinsdie · 1 year

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Idk but y’all creating OC characters that are suppose to be the daughter of Daemon Targaryen is hilarious. As if he doesn’t already have two that he (and the fandom) ignores 😂😂😂

#house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #laena velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon Targaryen x reader #daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #baela targaryen #rhaena targaryen #many of you posses unconscious racial biases

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djlexi · 1 year

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This was just an idea I had in my head for a little bit

So what if Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys have another child, around the same age as Helena (yes I know it’s odd, but can happen) she takes after her mother with long dark hair, but darker skin and emerald eyes. Laena takes her to Pentos with her and raises her as one of her own, her and Daemon also have a good relationship. She was there when Laena died and cried in Daemons arms. When they return back to Westeros for the funeral, she is greeted by Aegon. Their first interaction does not go well. She first finds him to be an annoying, selfish, drunk prick, meanwhile he is totally infatuated with her and tries his best to be around her. She instead choses to spend time around her nieces and nephews, being quite close to Jace. One night while again crying over her sister in the garden, Aegon happens to find her and offers her comfort( she begrudgingly accepts) they slowly grow closer, finding him to be quite sensitive, and seeing how he lacked love and compassion while growing up. She even goes as far and trys to defend him when Aemond accuses him of spreading rumors. When she find out that Laenor had died and that Daemond and Rhaenyra have been married, assuming they had been behind her siblings deaths, she loses it and flys off. Aegon is the only one who finds her, comforts and calms her down. Meanwhile Alicent and Rhaenys have noticed their affections towards one another and plan on marrying them to form an alliance. Daemon find Xreader and trieds to convince them to come back with him to dragonstone. She refuses and calls him a murder, announcing her engagement to “their future king”. She is married to aegon shortly after a marriage of not only convince but love

I’m not really good at writing whole story’s. I’m sorry if none of this makes sense, it’s all from my malipitive daydream 😭 if anyone else can just work off this for me that would be great please and thank you <3!!!🫶

Idk guys I am just hopelessly in love with this blond headed troubled boy 😭 I think all he needs is someone to truly love him.

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 4 months

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons Bonus Chapter: The Aftermath Part 2

Mentions of blood and body horror.

You woke up, feeling groggy, your vision was blurry for a brief moment before it started to clear. You take a moment to take in your surroundings.

You were back in old room in the Red Keep, which still had your old things from before you left the first time around. Your crate of Toussaintian wine was still there along with your wardrobe, and other possessions. You rise from the bed when a servant walks in with breakfast.

"I see you're already dressed for this evening, Lady Lark," the serving girl remarks. You frown a bit and look down to indeed see you were wearing the dress you've worn for many of your performances, this one made with the fabric imported from Kovir, the same dress that....

You frown a bit in confusion, "what is happening this evening?" you ask, but strangely enough, you receive no answer for as soon as you ask, the evening time had already arrived, and you found yourself in the banquet hall. Nobles from all over the realm had gathered to this place, but what was the occasion you did not know.

It must be very important, given that the greater lords had come: Baratheon, Tully, Stark, Lannister, and several others along with their bannermen as well. You look and see the Velaryons had also come to King's Landing from Driftmark, as you could see Lord Corlys, Princess Rhaenys, and their grown children.

"Lady Lark," you turn at the sound of Rhaenyra's voice, the princess looking excited and filled with glee, "I am so glad you were able to join us. We were all so worried for you." "Why was that, princess?" you ask. "You...you didn't know?" you hear Alicent's voice ask you in a confused tone; you turn to see the young queen dressed in green, a tiara adorning her head, "you were ill, quite ill," she explains, "You've been bedridden for some time now, the maesters have used every treatment available for you. They had feared the worse...but it looks like you pulled through. The Seven be praised."

"I...I don't remember," you admit. "I wouldn't expect you to," Rhaenyra quips in, "you were burning a rather intense fever. It is good to see you are well now."

"Yes...it is," you look down to see your hands stained red with blood and what you thought was bloodied tissue. You start to experience what you thought was a brief flashback were you were holding some kind of mutated creature in those same hands.

"Lady Lark?" you were pulled from this disturbing thought and look up to see Lady Laena Velaryon had approached. You look to see your hands were clear as before and then address the now young woman of six and ten, "Lady Laena...it is good to see you again. I, uh, I've heard about your greatest achievement." "Oh I'm not sure I would say greatest," Laena says. "Don't be so modest cousin," Rhaenyra says with a smile on her face, "claiming the largest dragon in the world is no easy feat. And to claim Vhagar at the age you have, Visenya herself would be so proud."

"Well, sounds like this calls for a celebration," you say, tuning your lute, "any requests from the dragon rider who claimed Vhagar?"

"You know the one I like," Laena says with a small smile. "Of course," you say, "the Wellerman it is then, my lady."

As soon as you began your song, the lords and ladies began to dance to the rhythm.

Though you found yourself immersed in the merriment, you couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was off. You remember waking up, but you don't remember what you did in between then and now. You remember asking the servant a question this morning, but wasn't sure if said servant had even provided an answer. You were told you had been gravely sick, and near the point of death, but it still didn't explain why you couldn't remember ever falling ill.

You do remember being pregnant...with prince Daemon's second child. At least you thought you had been. Where even was Daemon? Now that you thought about it, you didn't see Viserys among the crowd either.

That didn't last long as the king in question had entered the hall, the nobles had stopped dancing and stood there in respect. Next to Viserys was Queen Aemma Arryn, holding his hand. You were more confused now. "princess," you speak to Rhaenyra, "why is your mother here?" "What do you mean?" Rhaenyra asks confused. "It's just...your mother is dead," you say, "she died in childbirth...as did the son she bore." "Well as you can see, my mother is very much alive," Rhaenyra insists. "But if she's alive, what about Alicent?" you ask. "What about her?" "She's..."

You turn to see the woman in question had disappeared. You look around to see everyone else in the hall were gone as well. The lights went out and it had grown cold. Once again you look down to see your hands and dress covered in blood and tissue. You look between your legs to notice traces of what you recognized to be afterbirth. You start to panic, not knowing what the hell was going on.

"Mama?" you hear your daughter princess Aemma call out for you. "Aemma?" you frantically scan the room, "Aemma, I'm here! Mama's here for you!"

"Why did you leave, mama?" you hear Aemma ask of you. "I...I didn't...I-" "Why did you leave, Little Lark?" you hear that dreadful voice behind. You turn around to see the man you did no wish to see, "After everything I had ever done for you," Daemon sneers, wrathful anger in his eyes like that of a dragon.

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"Aemma...Aemma...Aemma..." you call out weakly in your delirious state as you lay in a bed, fever still burning hot even though the rest of your body was shivering from being cold.

"(y/n)? (y/n), can you hear me?" you listen to a female voice try and bring you back to reality. You recognized the voice, "Ye...Yen...?" you weakly speak. You feel a cool wet cloth was placed on your forehead to try and bring your fever down. "I'm right here, (y/n)," Yennefer tells you. "Uh...Ger...Geral..." "He's here too," the mage assures, "as is your brother."

"Where...?" you groan and try and lift your head, but you felt too weak to even do that, "...where is...here?"

"...turns out Jaskier's foolish actions were not in vain," Yennefer sighs, hoping that you being lucid enough to hold a conversation was hope that you could fight this illness, "before being attacked by that basilisk, he had stumbled upon an herbalist's hut. They've offered a bed along with whatever herbs we'll need to help you get well."

"My...my baby...," you manage to say as recent memories of your stillborn child returned to you. You could still remember the features of that babe, that made it more monster then human. You wondered if the thing that came out of you was even yours to begin with. "I'm...I'm really sorry, (y/n)," Yennefer tells you, and you knew she meant it, "I don't know how you're feeling about it, regarding the circumstances of how that babe came to be, but whatever those feelings may be, know no one here will judge you for it."

You said no words...you thought you had nodded, but even that may have taken too much effort for you. "I'm...I'm so cold." "I'll ask the herbalist for more blankets," Yennefer assures, "just try and get some rest."

Meanwhile, Geralt had taken some of the herbs the herbalist had provided for him to mix a potion to you. It was similar to the Swallow potion witchers use to heal after rather intense battles, except he had diluted it some...okay a lot, as such a potion that was meant to heal mutants such as him could kill regular human beings. Last time Geralt had tried using this potion on a mortally wounded woman who was collateral in Nilfgaard's war against the Northern realms. He had diluted it before, and while it worked and saved the poor woman's life, it left her partially paralyzed. This time, Geralt had the potion diluted even further; the effect won't be as strong, but hopefully it wouldn't have as strong side effects; and gods willing, or Destiny or whatever was out there, it would be more then enough to give you fighting chance against whatever this sickness has befallen you.

While the potion was taking its time to brew, Geralt noticed Jaskier sitting by the hearth, lute in hand, but the bard had not even touched the instrument, not even tried to tune it. He just sat there, staring into the flames. "Your sister could use some company," Geralt speaks, bringing Jaskier out of whatever dark thoughts were consuming him at this moment. "right...if course," Jaskier nods as he stands up, "Geralt...what was that...monstrosity that came out of her?" "...I don't know," Geralt admits.

In all his extended decades of life, the witcher had never seen anything like it before. The closest he even could dare to compare it to was that of a botchling, a monster that comes to be as the result of a miscarriage of an unwanted pregnancy. Geralt had considered if this might've been the case; it was clear that this pregnancy of yours was not wanted, but with the Targaryens and their special Valyrian blood, he wondered if that was a possible factor that also contributed to the making of such an anomaly.

Once the potion was properly brewed, Geralt poured it into a small vial and approached the bed. Yennefer kept vigil at your bedside as she kept a cool cloth on your forehead and the blankets were tucked to prevent any warmth from escaping. "I'll take over from here," Geralt assures the mage as he places a hand on her shoulder, "get some rest yourself. You've already done enough." Yennefer takes notice of the potion vial in Geralt's hand, "I hope you don't mean to paralyze her with that." "I've diluted it as much as I could," Geralt assures, "it won't be as strong, but it should at least give her a fighting chance." "She's been fighting since the day she was stolen away," Yennefer shakes her head, "I'm not sure how much more fight she has left in her."

Geralt looked over to see you on the bed, breathing shallow and forehead still shallow despite the efforts to cool you down. "We'll be her strength to keep fighting if we must," Geralt tells her, "get some rest, Yen, replenish your reserves, I'll watch over her for the time being." "G-Ger....?" you wheeze out, still overcome by the chills.

"I'm right here," Geralt assures, placing the cloth away for a brief moment so he could place a kiss on your forehead, "h-h-h-he...him...D-D-Dae..." "He won't find us here," Geralt assures, removing the cork to the potion vial, "and if he does, I won't let him hurt you again. I'll fight him and his dragon to the death if I must." You make a small but weak smile as Geralt helps you sit up some so he could administer the potion. Even in its diluted form, it tasted bitter.

You felt nothing after that. As you drifted off to sleep you try to capture Geralt's face in your mind; every feature and every crevice hoping it will be the only thing you see in whatever dreams you may soon experience.

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A storm had approached as night had fallen, and you found yourself in a fitful sleep while the others had seemed to drift off deep into dream land despite the sounds of rain hitting against the hut and thunder reverberating across the dark sky.

You woke up, still weak, and groggily staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if this was how it was to end. If your time would be soon. You didn't want to die though, not when you had just escaped from that gilded cage. You daughter was still trapped in that same cage, and you needed to go back for her.

"Aemma," you meekly whisper, "Aemma...I-I-I'll...I'll come back for you. I promise."

"Why would you do so, Little Lark?" you hear that familiar voice once more. You scan the room as lightning flashed outside. As it did so you could make out the image of a certain Prince Daemon standing, leaning against the wall. You were about to panic, but realize this might be some kind of fever dream. Daemon's silver blonde hair was long, like it was when you first met him. If he really was here, that same hair would be cut short, "you would dare set foot in King's Landing again? After trying so desperately to escape? And at the cost of leaving our daughter behind?"

"I didn't mean to," you weakly defend. "Oh, but you did," the prince insists as he approaches your bedside, "in your desperate bid for freedom you abandoned Aemma to the vipers. Wasn't that what you were trying to keep her from in the first place? What was it you called King's Landing? A den of brooding vipers. That's right. Now she is caught in their coiling snares, and you are no longer there to protect there." "You're not here, Daemon," you try to argue, "I escaped, you have no power over me...you can't put those thoughts in my head anymore." "Maybe not," hallucinate Daemon agrees, "but I can still influence our...my daughter I should say now." "No." "Why not?" Daemon scoffs, "the moment you set foot through that portal, when you chose to be that freak's whore, you relinquished whatever rights you have over Aemma as her mother." "Stop it." "She belongs to me now," Daemon sneers, "as she's always been. She is the blood of the dragon, and will be raised as such. I'll see to it."

"NO!" you shout out, "I won't let you. I won't let you corrupt her. As you would your family...as you would your niece. That's right, I've seen the way you've been looking at princess Rhaenyra since you returned from the Stepstones. I wonder how long it was before you started seducing her the same way you've done to me? I wonder if it wasn't belong before you started bedding her. If you would do so regularly before you return to assault me in my own bed. How long will it take until you break her?" "You know not of what you speak?" "Maybe not," you say, "I don't care what you do in your own home, but not where Aemma is concerned. I'll come back for her, Daemon...however long it takes me, I will return...and you won't be able to stop me from leaving with her again."

With that, lighting flashed across the sky again, and the image of Daemon disappeared from the room. You lay back on the bed, resting, and feeling the effects of Geralt's potion start to finally do its work.

Bonus Masterlist

#hotd #the witcher #geralt of rivia #daemon targaryen #geralt x reader #alicent hightower #laena velaryon #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #oc

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