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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 12- Woods Tell Secrets) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?

Warning: References to / sexual content (18+) Non/Dub Con, injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst, blood, animal death

Tagged: @faesspace @a-beaverhausen @heavenly1927 @watercolorskyy @purplegardenwhispers

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A/N: Hey!!! Long time no post! Life has been crazy but please take this very long chapter as an apology! I hope you enjoy!!!

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You placed a cup of tea in front of your grandsire as he reclined, the Maesters diligently attending to his back and face.

"Ah, thank you, my dear... ah..." He winced as the Maesters peeled back a piece of blackened flesh. This was a rare occurrence in the week since your family had departed, as the King remained in great health, even expressing a desire for a small trip to the Kingswood.

Your heels clicked as you walked back to the small table, preparing tea for yourself, though you detested it; your grandsire enjoyed it in the early morning hours. Turning around, you observed them examining his face, noting the discoloration starting to spread across his eye and cheek. You flinched as they probed around his eye, applying a poultice, which elicited a groan from the King.

"Do not worry, it does not pain me much... I am fine, truly." He reached for his cup, his hands trembling as he brought it to his lips. You hesitantly nodded, raising your own cup, suppressing a grimace as you swallowed.

"Your Grace, I believe you should rest, if you wish," the Grand Maester suggested, only to be swiftly dismissed.

"I will do nothing of the sort. Leave us, I wish to have tea with my... granddaughter." His pause weighed heavily on your heart, and you noticed his sorrowful expression as he attempted another sip of his tea. Reluctantly, the Maesters gathered their materials, assisting your grandsire in donning a shirt before exiting the chamber.

"How are you feeling, grandsire? Are you truly well?" You set your cup down, leaning forward as if anticipating a secret revelation.

He chuckled softly, coughing before soothing his throat with a sip of tea. "I am. I believe the medicines have greatly aided me. That, and your gentle care."

You offered a sheepish smile, sinking back into your chair. Your fingers toyed with the folds of your red dress.

"That was your mother's dress, when she was young, well, closer to your age," your grandsire remarked, eyeing the fabric bunched in your hand.

"Yes, many of my clothes were hers. I am fortunate they all fit; they are such beautiful pieces," you replied with a smile, glancing down as your grandsire took another sip of his tea.

He squinted as he examined the necklace adorning your neck, focusing on the ruby pendant. "That is new."

Your cheeks flushed as you realized you had forgotten about the necklace, twirling the gem between your fingers. You managed only a nod, concealing any hint of secrecy.

You enjoyed the silence until the sound of your grandsire's discomfort pulled you up and rushing to his side. "Grandsire?"

"This thing... It burns..." He closed his eyes in pain, moving his hand over his face, shaking. You quickly rushed for a cloth, then searching for a water pitcher. With the damp rag, you softly removed the poultice, earning a soft exhale as he softly whispered, "Thank you..."

You nodded quietly, noting the inflammation on his skin once the poultice was removed. "Of course."

The door swung open, and the Queen entered, halting abruptly as she observed you stepping back with the rag. "What has happened?"

You placed the rag in a bowl, resting your hand gently on his shoulder. "The poultice was causing him pain, it was burning him."

Alicent swallowed, her expression unreadable. "I see. Are you both prepared for the journey? Is everything packed? Has your handmaiden taken care of everything?"

You nodded briskly as the Queen fired off her questions. "Yes, Mara helped me pack last night."

Alicent hummed thoughtfully. "Good. However, I intended to discuss the matter of your betrothal with you."

Your body tensed, releasing your grip on your grandsire's shoulder and clasping both hands in front of your stomach. The King attempted to rise. "Not now, Alicent."

You disregarded your grandsire's plea. "What about my betrothal?"

The Queen straightened her back, mirroring your hand position. "No need to worry. I have already spoken with Aemond. After the incident with the... dragons, I believe the public does not truly understand how two people who dislike each other could be betrothed."

You shrugged. "Isn't that how betrothals usually work?"

Alicent paused, a small gasp escaping her lips before she quickly composed herself, replacing her disappointment with a forced smile. "You're right. But we already have too many unhappy royal matches; we cannot afford to have any more, can we? You both seemed content when you first arrived, so why not keep up appearances?"

You pursed your lips, smoothing over your dress before stepping forward. "Of course, Your Grace."

Sensing your growing pride, she hastily added, "You may take your leave. I'm sure you wish to meet with Helaena..." She cast a disdainful glance at your neck, but her smile remained unwavering.

You nodded, bowing your head first to the King, then to the Queen. However, before you could slip out of the room, the Queen spoke again, "Oh, and I have taken it upon myself to assign you your own personal guard. Ser Erryk is waiting outside. I thought it prudent since you will be staying with us."

Ser Erryk had initially been your mother's personal guard before she departed for Dragonstone, so you were acquainted with the twin. Nevertheless, the idea of having a personal guard felt peculiar. "Thank you, Your Grace."

Ser Erryk stood at attention, nodding once as you exited the chambers. You proceeded down the hall, the metallic click-clack of Ser Erryk's armor echoing behind you as he struggled to keep pace. Truthfully, you acknowledged the wisdom in the Queen's decision to provide you with a personal guard; she likely recognized your tendency to wander the Red Keep's halls, occasionally outmaneuvering most individuals.

"Ser Erryk, do you accompany me everywhere?" You spun on your heel, gathering your red skirts as you walked backward.

"Within reason, Princess. If you prefer, I can part ways with you here," Ser Erryk replied plainly, his footsteps gradually slowing. You squinted slightly, noting a faint smile forming on his lips.

"Very well, Ser Erryk. You may go and... occupy yourself," you instructed, watching as he promptly turned on his heel and strode down the corridor. Glancing over your shoulder as you turned around, you made your way toward a familiar chamber up ahead.

In the past days, Aegon had descended into drunken frenzy, rarely seen without a cup in hand for more than a moment. You endeavored to steer clear of his inebriated outbursts, as they often led to violent altercations fueled by his wine. Two days ago, during dinner, when the Hand suggested he should cease his excessive drinking and attend to more pressing matters, Aegon's response was to hurl the glass he held, shattering several plates in the process.

His chambers were scarcely guarded; occasionally, Ser Arryk would be stationed nearby, permitting only Alicent and a few maids entry. However, this time, no one stood watch. Quietly, you turned the handle of the door, slipping inside and closing it with a soft click.

The room was in disarray, even worse than your previous visit. Wine casks cluttered every available surface, the drapes drawn shut except for the balcony windows left ajar to welcome the morning breeze. Sheets lay strewn across the bed, but you noticed a lump beneath a thin white coverlet, prompting you to call out softly.

"Aegon?" you whispered. Aegon grumbled, shifting onto his side, still obviously asleep. "Aegon."

He spat out, "I told you; I'm not fucking going."

Alicent must have visited him earlier, prompting you to approach, drawing nearer to the bedside. His hair resembled a tangled mess of white waves, dark circles forming beneath his eyes, and even at this early hour, his lips were tinged pink from the wine.

"Not even for me?" you whispered, prompting him to slowly rouse from his slumber. His arms stretched out before he rubbed his eyes, letting out a sleepy yawn.

"Hm? Oh, it's you," his voice softened. "Come to pay me a little visit?"

You playfully patted his arm, perching on the edge of the bed. "I came to see if you were ready, which obviously you are not."

"Oh, what's the fuss about? It's just one stupid trip in a cramped carriage. I don't even like hunting," he grumbled, sitting up on his elbows, causing the sheet to slip down to his abdomen. His gaze swept over your dress and your beautifully braided hair. "You look too pretty for a trip to the damn woods."

"Well, I heard there's to be a feast, music..." you began, but noticed Aegon's lack of interest. His hand wandered to the red fabric of your skirts, rolling it between his thumb and index. "Wine."

He arched a brow. "Are you trying to persuade me? It didn't work for my mother, and it won't work for you. You should get going before they leave you behind..."

You glanced down at him, gently pulling your skirts from his grasp as you stood. Walking to a nearby table, you absentmindedly spun a cup between your fingers, watching the red liquid pool at the bottom. The sheets rustled behind you, and you turned to see Aegon rolling onto his side, his body barely covered as he lay watching you. Raising the cup, you overturned it, spilling the drink onto the table.

"What in the seven hells are you doing?" Aegon sprang from the bed, snatching the cup from your grasp. He closed the distance between you, pinning you against the table and himself. "That was a perfectly good glass of wine."

You smirked triumphantly. "I got you out of bed, didn't I? Might as well get ready."

Aegon let out a throaty laugh, wagging his finger. "You really want me to come?"

"I'd like for you to be with your family. Your father is in good health; you might as well be with him before..." You paused, noticing Aegon's nakedness before you. It was difficult not to glance down at his slowly hardening member. Your mouth went dry at the sight. His abs were toned, and you yearned to run your hands over his body, feeling his warmth.

His lips hovered over yours, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to finish your words, but they would not form, gasping for air as he inched closer. "Was that the only reason you want me to come? Or do you want me there for those cold nights in your tent?"

"Do not flatter yourself..." You finally squeaked out, attempting to stand closer in defiance but his warm body engulfed your clothed one. Your hand slowly crept down, not truly knowing what to do next except to slightly brush his thick shaft with your fingertips.

Aegon let out a ridged breath, as his eyes remained glued to yours as your fingers brushed against his cock again, slowly moving up and down his length. Picking up the pace, you moved to his ear, "We leave within the hour."

Aegon let out a groan, cocking his head to the side trying to catch your lips but fails. "Then you mustn't tease..."

Your hand slowed, looking up at him with doe eyes, "Only if you swear to go."

Aegon's eyes grew dark, letting out another groan before nodding. Your hand pumped faster as you reached up to his face, lacing your lips with his. You were not used to how vocal Aegon was, with every touch he groaned, moaned, begged, and you loved the power you felt. He was now feeling how you felt, like putty in your hands, his knees buckled at every soft tug you gave him as he whimpered in your ear, "Y/N..."

Your lips perked up in a smile as he moaned your name, slowing your pace again. You remembered how else woman in Flea Bottom pleasured men, so before Aegon could protest in your slowing motion, you kneeled down before him, where his cock was right in front of your face. Your face felt like it was burning, feeling your heartbeat in your ears as you looked up through your lashes, noticing Aegon's gaze remained on you, waiting.

"Go on."

You inched closer, your soft breath hit his red tip, gulping before licking it softly. Aegon shuttered, grabbing your hair, pulling it free of its braid. Your tongue slowly worked around the soft tip, around the slit, indulging in the sweet groans spilling from Aegon's throat. Finally, you slid the tip in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head back and forth going deeper and deeper. You felt every vein pulsate in your mouth, as it twitched when you pushed all the way down, until your nose brushed against the tufts of silver around his base.

"Y/N... Fuck..." He moaned harshly, his grip tightened on your hair as he snapped his hips towards your mouth, fucking it at an animalistic pace. "Look at you... Taking my cock so well."

You gagged at each thrust; tears filled in your eyes as you felt his cock twitch as he neared his end. The lude sounds of saliva gushing around filled the room, as the air went thick. His thrusts became sloppy as his seed quickly shot into the back of your throat, the sour sweet mixture mixed with your saliva as you pulled away, swallowing the remains and wiping your mouth clean.

You remained on your knees; your ears burned in embarrassment. Aegon panted, leaning over you as his cock went semi hard in front of your view. You slowly raised, trying to avoid Aegon's gaze as you tried walking past him, but you were stopped by his harsh grip, throwing you back against the table.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was rough, leaving sloppy kisses around your neck and jaw, his hands exploring your body as he attempted to lift your skirts. Your moans only encouraged him as he lifted you onto the table, causing pitchers and dishes to crash. "Did you think you could just do that and not get a rise out of me?"

"Aegon... We mustn't," you all but moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair, kissing his lips and neck as he thrust his hips into you. You wanted to, your body craving him in this moment, your core pulsating with desire at every touch he bestowed upon you. The sensation of Aegon's hardening cock pressing against your leg only heightened the intensity of the moment.

"Why not? You started this..." Aegon moved to your shoulders, grateful that your dress was off-the-shoulder and easily accessible. The kisses soon turned into bites as he attempted once again to lift your skirts.

"Aegon, I'm serious. Everyone is ready to depart..." you pleaded, pushing his hands away and meeting his deep violet eyes. You knew he didn't care, but he was well aware of what his mother would do if they were both late.

"Then I suggest you fix yourself, you're a mess," he smirked, pushing you away and rummaging through the piles of clothes in the room.

You searched for a mirror, examining your appearance. Your braid had come undone, a detail the Queen would surely notice, so you set about redoing it as best you could, pinning it back away from your face. Your lips were swollen, but there was little you could do to remedy that. Stepping back, you began adjusting your dress, momentarily forgetting about Aegon's presence.

"You do look beautiful," he spoke softly, wrapping his now clothed arms around your waist and swaying with you in his embrace. His eyes lingered as you closed yours, then drifted to the necklace, eliciting a soft smirk from him.

"Careful now, I might think you've started to fall in love with me," you joked, but he withdrew his arms with a sigh. You followed as he made his way to another table, pouring himself a glass of wine and downing it before grabbing another.

"Let's be off. We shouldn't be late, after all."

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The carriage was a bit packed, just as Aegon had predicted. Aegon and Aemond occupied the far side of the carriage, both gazing out the window, while you and Helaena sat opposite them. Helaena's wet nurse for the children sat beside her.

"I think the fresh air would do nicely for the children," Helaena smiled, bouncing Jaehaerys on her lap. Jaehaera squealed as the carriage bumped along, fidgeting in the arms of the wet nurse.

"Princess..." the wet nurse attempted to calm the toddler, but Jaehaera easily wriggled free, tottering to the other side of the carriage and tapping Aegon's leg.

After several attempts to gain his attention, she babbled loudly enough to capture his notice, prompting him to scoop her up in his arms. It was a heartwarming sight to see Aegon whispering to his daughter, yet it also elicited a pang in your chest, reminding you of the wrongness of feeling so attached to him. He was not yours; he could never be yours; you were meant to marry Aemond... But even he was not truly yours either.

"I feel as though this trip will be the start of something..." Helaena leaned in toward you, her tone secretive. "For days, I've had this feeling... like there's a storm brewing around King's Landing, swirling and engulfing everyone in its darkness. A monster lurks within the walls of the Keep, growing and waiting... I'm glad we left; perhaps things will improve."

You cocked your head at her words, trying to process them. It wasn't the phrasing that confused you, but the fear that spilled from her lips, as if there truly was something looming, ready to harm everyone. "Then let's enjoy the peace while we can."

Helaena hummed, watching as Jaehaerys struggled to sit on your lap. Once nestled in, he slowly began to snore. In Aegon's arms, Jaehaera rested against him, sucking on her fingers as she slept. The road to the Kingswood was long, and you had been riding for hours, but the end of the journey was nearing.

Tension hung thick in the carriage. Aemond refused to meet your gaze, staring blankly out the window as he fiddled with his jacket. On the other hand, Aegon couldn't seem to take his eyes off you, even as he held his daughter. You knew your actions had ignited something in him, as they had in you. You yearned for him to take you, to lift your skirts and make you scream his name until you could no longer speak... It was becoming unbearable.

Fortunately, the city of tents came into view, prompting the wet nurse to quickly gather the children before the carriage halted. Cheers erupted from the lords and ladies as Alicent and your grandsire exited their private carriage, everyone congratulating him on his good health.

Aegon stood up, slightly hunched over in an attempt to stretch, peering outside the tiny window at the throng of people. "All these people came for him," he scoffed, leaning against the frame.

As the carriage doors were about to open, you quickly suggested, "I think both of you should hold the children. Show everyone the next generation of the dragon..."

Aegon glared at you blankly, but Helaena gently squeezed your arm as she rose, reaching for the wet nurse to hand over her children. The door opened, and Aegon stepped out, taking Jaehaerys in his hands, waiting at the bottom for Helaena, who carried Jaehaera. The crowd erupted into applause.

You hesitated for a moment, reluctantly glancing up at Aemond, who was already standing. He seemed uninterested in the pageantry of the trip, but he loved his mother and would play his part.

"Just pretend," he whispered, extending his hand.

"Just pretend," you echoed, forcing a smile as you took it. He exited first, then turned back to help you out of the carriage. The crowd was larger than you had anticipated, with lords and ladies from Casterly Rock, Storm's End, Oldtown, and Highgarden all present, clad in their house colors, while smaller houses stood among them.

The biggest tent was filled to the brim with food and wine. Meat sizzled on the grill alongside fresh vegetables and bread, with sweet treats laid out for the gossiping ladies to indulge in when the wine ran low. However, you didn't foresee the wine running out anytime soon, as cask upon cask stood ready to be tapped.

Aemond stood by your side, both of you wearing the same fake smile as numerous ladies approached, inquiring about the wedding planning.

"In truth, there's so much to consider. From the food to the decorations, it becomes... challenging," you replied, smiling at Lady Lynesse Hightower, Alicent's aunt. "The Queen has been very attentive throughout the planning process."

"That's wonderful to hear. I imagine you both must be very excited to wed," Lady Lynesse remarked, her gaze drifting over your smiling faces and then to Aemond's arm around yours as you traced circles on it. "You would both make beautiful children."

Heat flooded your cheeks, rendering you momentarily speechless. Aemond spoke up in response, "We would, wouldn't we?"

You managed a cheeky smile, scrunching your nose. "Of course. I consider myself truly fortunate."

Meanwhile, Aegon observed from a distant table, noting the closeness between you and Aemond. It made him feel sick. He found himself drinking more wine, nearly finishing a cask himself, bitterly watching as you moved around the tent, seemingly displaying your affection for his brother, or so he believed.

After leaving Lord Redwyne, Aemond finally escorted you to a table laden with wine and fruits. You picked up a glass, quickly gulping down the sweetness before setting it back down.

Aemond's gaze lingered on you, as if he were trying to provoke a reaction. He gently brushed a lock of your hair before leaning in. "Do you think they bought it?"

You surveyed the room, observing everyone laughing and drinking. You searched for the Queen, but she floated around the room, engaging with the guests. "It doesn't matter if they believe it. She needs to."

A sigh escaped Aemond's lips as he scanned the room for someone, perhaps Helaena. "I truly don't wish to be stuck by your side all evening. There are other things I could be doing."

You hummed in response. "Oh, of course. I don't want you to suffer by my side. Besides, I imagine you'd prefer to entertain your sister while everyone is distracted?"

Aemond's grip on your arm tightened, drawing closer. To an onlooker, it might have seemed like he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear. "Say that out loud again, and you'll regret it."

You narrowed your eyes, unfazed by his empty threats. "You don't scare me, Aemond. It doesn't concern me what you do with your... free time."

Aemond's lips curled into a smile. "And what do you do in your free time? I hear you've been assigned a new personal guard. Are you going to uphold the family tradition and seduce this one?"

You recoiled from his touch. "What are you insinuating, uncle?"

"I'm merely suggesting..." He smirked, glancing around to ensure no one was eavesdropping. "Targaryen women have their needs... But I'm not certain if they're being met. Unless they are, pray tell, who would it be?"

Your face flushed with embarrassment at his words. "I am perfectly capable of tending to my needs on my own."

Silence enveloped you both, suffocating in its intensity. The Queen gently took hold of both your arms, smiling. "Is everything alright?"

Aemond kissed his mother on the head before hurrying away. You nodded curtly. "Of course."

Alicent nodded in return. "Perfect. I have more people for you to meet..."

You stood in the midst of the room, listening to the muted chatter of the women gathered around the desserts. Helaena sat on the couch, shifting over slightly to make room for you, but you were too mentally drained to notice. She rose from her seat, gently guiding you to a quiet table nearby. The men had congregated outside by the bonfire, discussing hunting and other masculine pursuits, leaving the women to engage in talks of betrothals, scandals, and more.

"It's all quite overwhelming, isn't it?" She smirked, casually turning her shoulder away from the other women. "I wouldn't be surprised if some of those ladies have a stable boy waiting in their tent."

You chuckled, attempting to muffle it with your hand. "Or perhaps a handmaiden."

Helaena tried to stifle her own laughter, resting her head on your shoulder for support. You wanted to confide in her, to ask for her advice, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Could you really tell her that you wished to fuck Aegon?

"Hel, there's something I need to tell you."

She perked up at your tone of secrecy, leaning in closer so you wouldn't have to speak too loudly.

"I, uh... I have someone... a paramour," you confessed, wincing as you awaited her reaction. Yet instead of anger, you found pure excitement in her expression.

"Oh! That's wonderful news, Y/N! Isn't it thrilling?" She grasped your hands, gently rubbing them with her thumbs. "Can I ask who it is?"

You shook your head hesitantly. "I don't think..."

"That's okay. I completely understand. After all, I haven't even told you about my own paramour..." She smiled, unaware that you already knew.

Your thumbs continued to rub her hands, attempting to distract yourself from thoughts of Aemond, even Aegon, though they persisted in haunting your mind.

"Y/N, are you alright? Would you like some fresh air?" Helaena leaned in, noticing your detachment.

"Yes, please," you murmured, allowing Helaena to lead you out of the tent. The sky displayed a beautiful blend of pink and purple hues, the crisp air caressing your skin, accompanied by the scent of smoke. Men roared with laughter around the King, drinking carelessly, their figures teetering dangerously close to the fire.

"Come, let's leave the men..." Helaena guided you through the maze of tents, weaving around until it was just the two of you. The soft chirping of crickets faded with each step until you halted, turning to gaze at the smoke billowing into the sky.

Though neither of you spoke, the sense of tranquility enveloped you both. Helaena knew that by leading you this far away, she could speak openly with you, without veiled words, only the truth.

"So, have you... indulged in..." Her choice of words caused you to burst into laughter, struggling to maintain a serious demeanor. Unable to resist, Helaena joined in, gripping your arms as she tried to contain herself. "I'm sorry."

You quickly shook your head. "No, there's no need to apologize." You bit your lip, contemplating what to disclose to her, but you trusted her to keep a secret. "We haven't, officially... but we've engaged in some... activities."

Helaena squealed with excitement, jumping slightly and clapping her hands.

"You don't think it's improper of me? To be involved in these... activities?" You spoke softly, leaning in closer. Heat flooded your cheeks and ears as you awaited Helaena's response.

"Of course not. Remember, I'm not faithful to my husband," she whispered, licking her lips as she noticed your discomfort. "Is he good to you?"

Without hesitation, you nodded quickly. "He has his moments."

Helaena's smile widened, and she took your hand in hers before glancing behind you.

"I apologize for intruding, my ladies. I noticed you so far out, and I wanted to make sure you were both alright," a familiar voice boomed from behind, prompting you to slowly turn on your heel. You recognized those gray eyes and dark curls as he approached, evidently remembering you. "Oh, my apologies, my princesses."

Helaena spoke first, sensing your unease. "We're quite alright, my lord. We were just enjoying some fresh air before the festivities."

Gareth raised his hand. "I am no lord, princess. I am nothing but a blacksmith. I'll leave you both to it then." His eyes briefly grazed over your figure, trailing up to your hair and eyes. You did your best to ignore him, knowing that if Aegon saw him, you wouldn't know how he would react. Gareth slowly turned away, clasping his hands together as he made his way toward the giant tent.

Helaena noticed your tension and gently touched your shoulder. "Do you know him? Oh, is he your..."

You glanced quickly at her. "I know him. But he's not... no."

She nodded curtly, choosing not to press further. "Shall we head back then? I can smell the roast from here."

"Yes, I'm famished," you lied.

As you entered the crowded tent, laughter and music filled the air. Everyone was seated, unaware as you and Helaena slipped through to find two empty chairs near the Queen's side of the table.

Helaena quickly served a portion of potatoes onto her plate before turning to you, adding more food to your own plate. "Here, try the goose. It's quite good."

After she finished scooping the last of the vegetables onto your plate, you could barely see the bottom of it. Her plate looked equally full as she licked her lips before stabbing her food with her fork. She ate quickly, pausing only for occasional sips of water.

Noticing your gaze, she remarked, "I apologize. The sickness is nearly over, and I'm as hungry as ever. I suppose my appetite found its way onto your plate."

You hummed, picking up some carrots from your plate. "I understand. When my mother was pregnant with Viserys, she always had the cooks make two of everything, but she was particularly fond of the cakes for dessert."

Helaena moaned, "Oh, cakes! This babe is going to be the death of me, I swear it, Y/N."

A soft smile graced your lips as you cut into your goose, savoring the flavorful, fatty meat. Helaena was right; it was delicious. Glancing down the table, you noticed Aemond and Aegon sulking at the end next to the Hand, their grandfather. Aegon drank as he listened to the Hand speak, avoiding eye contact with his grandfather and occasionally letting his gaze linger on you as you ate and drank.

"Y/N, let's grab some desserts and hit the dancefloor!" Helaena sprang from her seat, her plate now empty. Her hand wrapped around your forearm, pulling you up from your wooden chair and guiding you toward the large table adorned with an array of cakes and fruits.

As Helaena scanned the table for a lemon cake, you plucked a sweet from the front and popped it into your mouth before turning your attention to the dancefloor.

"What a small world it is that we find ourselves here again, little dove," Gareth's voice murmured beside you. Your body tensed at his words, and you slowly raised your head to meet his gaze.

"Indeed," you replied tersely.

A sly smirk played on Gareth's lips. "Last time we spoke, you were dressed in rags, drunk, and bothering yourself with some hot-tempered prick," he continued. Your glare only seemed to fuel him. "Now, here I am conversing with a princess, and I assume the future heir to the throne, if I'm not mistaken."

"You're not," you replied simply, feeling the room closing in around you as he turned his attention back to the table, picking up a tart. "I thought you were leaving."

"I did," he said between bites of tart. "But then I heard the King was coming to the Kingswood, and what's a hunt without a blacksmith? Hard to kill animals with just sticks and rocks."

You tried to stifle a laugh. "I would imagine so." You scanned the room, searching for Aegon. You feared his drunken temper if he saw Gareth again, if he noticed how close Gareth was to you.

Gareth seemed to hold no fear of Aegon. He had encountered Aegon in Flea Bottom a few times, familiar with his drunken antics and penchant for spouting insults and empty threats at anyone who crossed his path. But that night when Gareth first met you, he discovered that Aegon backed up his words with violence—a broken nose, split eyebrow, cheekbone, and a blackened eye.

Your blood ran cold when you realized you couldn't spot Aegon in the crowded room. Bodies swirled around you, laughter echoing off the walls. You couldn't risk a violent altercation if you continued talking to Gareth. Yet, despite your apprehension, you also felt a strange exhilaration whenever you were near him, like a young girl with a secret crush.

"Y/N! Oh, hello again," Helaena exclaimed, breaking your thoughts. Her hand clutched a lemon cake, a bite already taken out. Her eyes darted from Gareth back to you, a hint of intrigue dancing in her light violet eyes. "Shall we dance?"

"Yes," you whispered finally, taking Helaena's cake-free hand and offering Gareth a small smile. Helaena quickly shoved the cake into her mouth, noting the tension in your body as you made your way to the crowded center of the dance floor. The band played a lively tune, and you and Helaena interlocked hands, swaying to the music.

"So... Was he your..." Helaena started, a smirk tugging at her lips as she watched your eyebrows raise.

"No! No. I just... Once when I was in Flea Bottom, I met him in a tavern," you explained, spinning her around as you spoke, still scanning the crowd.

"Hm, he is very handsome..." She giggled, picking up her light green skirts and twirling around. You fought back a smirk. "It is only the truth."

Across the crowded room, someone kept a watchful eye on the two of you. Aemond grew restless sitting next to Aegon, who grumbled under his breath before every gulp of wine, but he blocked him out when he noticed you talking to a blacksmith.

He tipped his glass to his lips, observing the man who brought a smile to your face. Perhaps she wasn't fucking her guard...

He couldn't deny that you looked beautiful this evening. Your hair cascaded down your back, the braids imperfect yet charming. His gaze lingered on your smile, your lips. In that moment, he felt possessive over you. He knew your disdain for him only deepened with each passing day, and his hurtful words didn't help. But he couldn't resist the satisfaction of seeing your flustered face, how you tried to maintain composure around him, and how you lied...

He crossed his legs as Helaena dragged you to the dancefloor, spinning and twisting around without a care. You truly perplexed him. He watched the man glare from his spot at the dessert table, stealing another lemon cake before slipping from the tent, disappearing into the night.

Aemond knew he had something to hold over you. Who was that mystery man to you? Was he truly anyone worth noting? He wasn't sure, but he knew he had to find out, one way or another.

You rested back on the small bed in your tent, engrossed in a book. The skirts of your nightgown pooled at your thighs as you brought your knees up slightly, your lips moving with each passing word. The book's words were faint, written many years ago, causing you to squint every other line. This distraction made you unaware of the flaps of your tent opening and closing.

The thin bed dipped down, startling you. Aegon clumsily crawled onto the bed, pausing when you placed your book to the side.

"What do you want, Aegon?" you whispered, mindful of the thin material of the tent.

His lips curled into a sly smile as he rested his head in his hand, watching you from below. His free hand caressed your exposed calf. Obviously drunk, the stench of wine on his clothes made you hold back a scoff. Your stomach fluttered at the slight feeling as he raised his hand, rubbing around your knee. "Can't seem to forget about the state you put me in this morning."

He rolled to his knees, his hands trailing around your legs, the friction causing a slickness between your legs. "Nothing more than what you're used to."

His hands rested against your thighs as he brought his lips to your knees, kissing slowly. Your heart leapt into your throat, feeling his kisses moving upwards as he slowly parted your legs. "And what am I used to, love?"

"Pleasure. No matter who or what gives it to you," you replied, recalling Aegon's encounter with the maid and the sinking feeling it gave you. But dwelling on it served no purpose; he wasn't yours.

Aegon found your tone amusing, pausing his movements to lock eyes with you. "And is that not the same for you? Do you not like how I make you feel..."

Your hips involuntarily rolled as his hands resumed their movements. His rings dug into your plush thighs as he planted sloppy kisses on your inner thigh, inching towards your slick folds. You didn't need to respond; your body conveyed everything to Aegon, your face close to your warmth.

"You know, I saw you watching that night, while I fucked that maid," he murmured, his voice low as he tenderly kissed your slit, eliciting a soft whimper from you. "Or am I mistaken?"

You attempted to bite your lip, becoming a stammering mess, your gaze following his movements as he raised your skirts to your stomach. Without hesitation, you spread your legs, perhaps a little too eagerly, earning a chuckle from him.

"You really want this? For me to make you feel good..." In a swift moment, his tongue slicked a stripe against you, placing a kiss before pulling back.

You whimpered at the loss of the warmth, "Aegon, don't tease."

He slowly brought up his index, slowly rubbing circles on your sensitive bud, causing a shuttering moan to escape your lips. His pace was cruelly slow, and he knew it, licking his lips as he watched your eyelids flutter closed.

"Mouth or finger?"

You dipped your head to the side, trying to comprehend his question. His finger halted, waiting for your response. "What?"

Aegon brought his lips to your thigh, kissing it softly. "Would you like me to use my mouth... or my fingers?" Pressing another kiss close to your cunt.

"Fuck... Aegon." You muttered, your core ached as he kissed your slit once more, "Mouth. Mouth."

His tongue ran a slow strip on your slick folds, teasing your entrance as he held his grip on your thighs, "You're so wet."

Your legs clenched together when he started to pick up his pace, devouring your cunt with his mouth. His arms pulled them apart, his head pushing deeper as his tongue flicked its way around, lapping at your juices. You tried to muffle your moans, not wanting to cry out and alert anyone of the pure pleasure Aegon is putting you in.

A coil was tightening in your core, your fingers laced themselves in Aegon's hair as you started to let out cried, mewling his name. "I... I'm close."

Hearing your cries made Aegon grind his hips down to the bed for relief, sucking at your clit. The sensation became overwhelming, as your release came without notice, wiggling around as Aegon licked up your mess. A moment passed as you both tried to catch your breaths, Aegon sat up between your legs, his eyes dark and his lips wet.

"You kill me." He spoke above a whisper, leaning in to capture your lips, your release still coated them and his tongue. He hovered over top of you, spreading your legs more as he buckled his hips against your cunt.

You kissed him back with the ferocity he did, moving your hands to cup his face. His left hand trailed down your collarbone, pulling at the neckline of your nightgown, kissing the skin of your shoulder and chest softly. Your breathing hitched as he moved lower, bringing the neckline lower, just above your breasts. "And how do I kill you?"

Aegon licked and nipped at your soft skin, his pants growing tighter and tighter as he brought his right hand to knead your one breast while kissing the top of the other. "Look at what you do to me."

You felt the tightness in his pants pressing against your core, and for a moment, you didn't care if things progressed, if he took you right then and there on the bed, and Aegon was thinking the same exact thing. "Aegon..."

You caressed his hair as he moved to release you of your nightgown, but the sound of the tent's flaps opening caused your blood to run cold.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for the late hour, but—Oh!" Helaena's sweet voice filled the tent. Aegon reluctantly let go of your dress as you frantically tried to fix yourself.

"Helaena—" Your voice shook, but she had already made her exit from the tent. Aegon rolled to his side as you sprang up, grabbing your robe and rushing outside to try and catch her. "Helaena," you whispered, scanning the rows of tents for her.

When you caught a glimpse of her pacing around, your chest nearly caved in. She was dressed in her nightgown as well, a gold robe tied around her waist. Her hair was in a long braid cascading down her back, and every time she turned, it would whip to the side.

"Helaena, please, let me explain." You closed in on her, but you were shocked when she ran up to you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

"Oh, Y/N! This is great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She kissed your cheeks repeatedly, her smile stretching from ear to ear.

"You're not... mad?" You were utterly shocked, pulling her at arm's length so you could see her face.

Helaena quickly shook her head. "No... I'm happy. Don't be upset, Y/N. I'm glad he is your paramour; I can have mine; he can have his. I am finally rid of him; can't you tell how perfect this is?"

Your lips twitched into a smile, relieved she doesn't care, but you didn't want her to tell Aemond; you couldn't have that. You knew he would hold it over your head, leaving subtle hints to his mother. He would do anything to try and ruin you.

"You can't tell anyone. Please, let it just be known by us," you whispered, to which Helaena agreed. Your body shook, the fire now reduced to embers and the crickets were awake making sweet sounds.

"Then I shouldn't hold you any longer," she winked, slightly shoving you towards your tent. "I'll make sure there are no further interruptions."

Your face burned in embarrassment, whispering a soft goodnight before finding your way back inside your tent. Aegon made himself comfortable, wrapped in your sheets and head buried in your fluffy pillows.

"Is she displeased?" he muttered once he heard the ruffling of your robe falling over a chair.

"No," you hummed, pulling the sheets back to see his bare chest rising and falling. "She was actually pleased."

This earned a half-hearted chuckle from him, opening his eyes slowly, watching you climb into bed. His hands scrunched at the sheets as you pulled them over your chest. "Good."

He scooted closer, nuzzling his head on your chest as he sighed in contentment. "How much have you had to drink tonight?"

"Enough," he muttered before blissfully snoring away.

You remained wide awake, stuck with your thoughts. You felt as if you were in your own personal hell, lusting for a man who only wants you when he is drunk. You knew you had to evade Aemond's suspecting gaze; if he were to see you and Aegon holding each other for warmth, he would make you regret ever stepping foot in King's Landing again. And sweet, sweet Helaena; her face when she found out only confused you further. What would she think if you were to marry one brother and the other be your paramour?

The side of your tent rustled, sending you upwards, causing Aegon to groan annoyed. The sound of faint footsteps strolling by disappeared as Aegon whispered, "Go to bed; it was most likely that guard of yours."

So, you lay back, closing your eyes, and your chest fell into rhythm with Aegon's.

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"I talked my mother into letting me ride with you all!" Helaena smiled as she took her place next to you at the grand table in the middle of the tent. She wore her riding leathers, gold trim blended in with the grey.

Scooping up your fruits, you turned to face her. "How did you manage that?"

"I begged. I told her that I'm not too far along, and it wouldn't harm the babe." She shrugged, piling her plate high.

The tent was quieter than the night before, with men readying themselves for the hunt, joking and already drinking. At the middle of the table sat your grandsire and Alicent, both barely speaking, exchanging only minimal words of no importance. On the other end sat your uncles, both looking worse for wear.

"They look dreadful," you muttered, causing Helaena to look up with a hum.

"Hm? Oh, I presume Aemond didn't think the guards did a good and thorough job watching over everyone, so he stayed up to fulfill the job," she spoke with annoyance, but her scowl turned into a smirk. "As for Aegon... Hm, I have no idea."

You softly nudged her arm. "You're the worst. No, he's just hungover, most likely waiting until he can have another fill."

With your plate now empty and the tent filling up with riled men ready to go, you rose and told Helaena you would be waiting outside. The weather was looking favorable, with no clouds and a slight breeze to cool down the heat. It made you wish to find a spot against a tree and read.

Your leathers whipped in the wind, adorned with red thread embroidered on the chest cascading downward. Another piece of clothing that belonged to your mother. On your hip was the dagger, ready for accessibility.

"Finished breakfast, niece?" a voice crept up from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.

"I hear you were up all night. How kind of you to watch over us, uncle," you retorted, looking forward and avoiding his gaze.

His laugh was lost in the breeze again. "Well, I just needed to be sure everyone in my family was safe in their tents."

You clenched your jaw as he inched closer, his arm bumping your shoulder. "Well, job well done. Shouldn't you be getting some rest, then?"

"Were you well-rested? I saw you stalking about outside your tent last night. Quite late for a young lady, wouldn't you say?" he hummed, trying to provoke a reaction from you. You tried to hide your reddened face, mentally slapping yourself for not noticing him earlier.

"I needed some air," you replied.

"Is that so?" He smirked, which angered you. You knew he was trying to get somewhere, trying to catch you in a lie, and it was going to be difficult.

"It is," you spoke dryly, causing Aemond to tsk under his breath, like a parent scolding a child.

"You see, I think you are lying, sweet niece." His arms clasped behind his back, rocking on his heels. "I saw you with a strange man last evening. Was he highborn or lowborn? Oh, it does not matter because later in the night, while I was taking my rounds, I thought I heard the sweet sounds of a moaning maiden. Or am I mistaken?"

There was no hiding your reddened face, but you could try to lie. "You are mistaken."

"I am? I apologize, but may I say one thing? It was not long ago since I was the cause of you making those noises..." His lips curled upward before he turned away. He wanted to ruin you, to toy with you, and you knew once you were married, he might continue or do much worse.

Thankfully, your grandsire hobbled out of the tent; attendants ran beside him as he ordered for the horses to be brought out for everyone. Helaena stalked beside you, fidgeting with her hands as she waited for an available horse, her nervousness bouncing off you as your hands clenched your coat.

Your grandsire struggled to mount his horse, halting as he placed his leg over, trying to steady himself and taking deep breaths before he spoke. "I'd... I'd like to ride with my daughter..."

You heard the pause in Helaena's breathing as she turned to face you, her eyes showing a hint of fear, as if she did not wish to accompany him. Her legs did not move, even when you placed a hand on the small of her back, trying to whisper, "Go on."

But everyone halted when he rasped out, "Rhaenyra."

You knew what he meant, everyone did, but your throat tightened as you noticed him extend his only hand out for you to take. Helaena sank back, finally letting out a soft breath as she glanced over at your frozen figure. After what felt like hours, your legs finally moved, trying to ignore the watchful stares of the men lined up, waiting to mount up.

A black horse, a coat darker than a raven, waited for you by the King's side, shaking its head side to side. You grasped the reins, stepping quickly on the small wooden steps, hoisting yourself over the stallion. Your eyes shifted to your grandsire; his lips formed into a weak smile before looking onward.

Everyone followed suit as they mounted up. The air was full of neighs and demands as guards rode up beside the King, who gave the signal to start towards the forest. The leaves rustled as the breeze blew past, cooling everyone down from the unbearable heat. You knew the heat was trying on your grandsire, who occasionally let go of the reins to dab his head with a thin cloth before shoving it back into the pocket of his jacket.

You tilted your head over your shoulder; Helaena looked like a wilting flower atop her horse, a permanent frown plastered on her face as she hunched over the reins. Aegon and Aemond stood behind her, both silently watching the tree line as if something were to jump out. As they rode on, it seemed they could barely stand to be near each other. Men stood beside them, sporting their longswords and spears, joking around as they searched for anything to sink their blades into.

"What are we looking for?" You broke the uncomfortable silence with your grandsire. "Boar? Stags?"

Your grandsire chuckled lowly. "You do not need to concern yourself with such things. I do not want you to be harmed in any way."

In that moment, you wondered if he even knew who he was talking to—his granddaughter or his first-born child. His face softened as he looked you over, and a small voice in your head told you his health was slowly leaving him. Still, you forced a smile on your face as you hurried on.

After a few moments, your grandsire raised his arm. "Wait. We shall... stop here for a few... a few moments."

The guards dismounted their stallions, as did you, rushing to his side as he hunched over, taking shallow breaths. "Grandsire! Do you have any milk of the poppy?"

The guards attempted to aid him down, but he swatted their hands away. "I am fine! Nothing but the heat! Water!"

A young squire ran to him with a canister of cool water, watching as he brought it to his lips, letting the liquid trickle down his chin. You dismounted from your horse, rushing to his side quickly. "Would you like to continue, or shall we have everyone rest?"

Your grandsire licked his lips, his eyes shifting to the people behind you both. "I do not wish for there to be any delay..."

"There will be no delay. You are the King; what you say, everyone will do. We can scout the nearby land and search for any game." You rubbed his hand as he nodded, making the order known and the clattering of metal, dirt, and mud filled the air.

You fidgeted with your dagger, leaving your grandsire with his guards as you walked towards Helaena. She jumped off her horse with the aid of Aemond, who extended his arm to her as their eyes lingered for a moment too long.

Helaena quickly shoved him off when she noticed you. "Oh, Y/N!"

You smiled, ignoring Aemond, who stormed back to his horse, messing with the buckles. "The King wishes to rest, and the men are heading into the woods to hunt. Would you like to accompany me on a walk?"

Helaena smiled. "Of course."

The dense wood muffled the barking hounds and the cheering men, but it felt like a respite from your struggling grandsire. You both walked alongside a calm stream, stopping periodically when Helaena would find new insects to carry in her palms.

"It's a wonder how you still have space in your hands." You smiled down at her as she helped a centipede onto her palm, allowing it to crawl around a worm, beetle, caterpillar, and spider.

"Perhaps you could lend me yours?" She tipped her head upwards, smiling toothily as she saw your face change to one of disgust.

"I would not be as gentle as you are."

A twig snapped behind you, the area covered by bushes and thick trees, and you felt a sense of dread overcome you. Your hand went to undo your dagger, holding the blade high as you slowly walked towards the sound. Helaena remained crouching by the stream, as if she wanted to appear invisible to whatever was stalking you both.

You walked at a slow pace, leaving Helaena's line of sight. Behind the brush, you raised your dagger, ready to strike, but your hand was grabbed quickly as your back hit the tree. You went to scream, but you were stopped by a pair of lips, the taste of wine dripping onto your tongue.

Aegon pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, his lips parted in a short sigh. Your eyes met his, and you could smell the wine on his breath, feeling disappointed. "You're drunk."

"And about time too. One more moment on that damn horse, and I would've asked Aemond to mercy kill me." His head dipped low, attempting to catch your lips, but you pulled away.

"Helaena is over there..." You whispered, your lips teasingly close to his as desire engulfed you both.

"You said she does not care..." His voice lowered, pushing forward as he kissed you with such ferocity that your knees almost buckled. Your free hand gripped at his short hair, earning a soft groan as you kissed him back. His left hand, still gripping your arm above your head, slowly traveled towards the dagger.

"Were you going to use this on me?" His mouth traced down your jaw to your neck, his callused fingers grasping the blade, taking it from your hand and admiring it. "Perhaps I could use this to cut you from this damn coat..."

You let out a soft groan as his lips found the soft spot on your neck. "Aegon, we mustn't."

Your body shook with anticipation when Aegon pointed the dagger at your clasp, toying with the metal. "Why must you be so serious? She will not mind your absence, but she may mind the noise."

Your hands slowly slid against his chest. "No, you're drunk. This must wait."

Aegon let out an exasperated groan, stepping back while still holding onto your dagger. He spun it around before throwing it into the dirt. As you bent down to retrieve it, he stomped over to the stream, sparking up a conversation with his sister.

"Ah, sister! I thought you would be alone!" Aegon jested, extending his hand as he caught sight of Aemond. Helaena was standing at the water's edge, collecting snails and slugs.

"I could say the same to you, brother. Niece! You can come out!" Aemond smirked, looking at you as you dusted off your hands and placed your dagger back in your holster.

"Do not excite yourself, brother. Our dear niece was only defending our sister. She came at me with a dagger, though we know she could not kill a fly." Aegon smiled, his eyes following you as you stopped next to him.

Helaena continued slowly walking along the waterline, ignoring her brother's antics. You went to follow, but Aemond stopped you.

"You think you're strong enough to kill someone?" His eyebrow raised, almost as if he knew his teasing would push you over the edge. Aegon, still aggravated by your rejection of his advances, joined in the teasing.

"Not someone, something," you corrected. "And if Aegon were any drunker, perhaps I would've."

Aegon snorted, digging in his boot for a flask of wine, bringing it to his lips before stumbling backwards away from everyone, though his eyes lingered on your frame as he walked away.

Aemond tightened his jaw at the sight of his older brother, his hand tapping at his blade as he glared at you one last time.

"Perhaps you should take care of him," you suggested, wishing for Aemond to leave.

"Yeah, when don't I?" he snapped, storming behind Aegon and shoving him harshly to the ground.

"What the fuck was that for?" Aegon yelled, pushing himself up from the dirt and throwing his now-empty flask at Aemond's face. His face reddened as he lunged toward Aemond, fists clenched as he swung.

"Oh, come on!" you screamed, crossing your arms, not wanting to step in.

Unknown to you, the bushes behind you both started rustling. Helaena slowly stopped moving, her hands completely full of creatures, her heart racing at the sound of the brush rustling. "Hello?"

Her head turned to her brother's fighting and you pacing around, waiting for them to finish, but Helaena felt uneasy. Her blood went cold when she heard a loud snort and footsteps running away.

Your attention to the men in front of you shifted when you heard a horrid scream from behind. Helaena dropped everything in her hands as she backed deeper into the water, falling back as she pushed away from the wild boar.

"Helaena!" You screamed, racing towards her as the boar ran parallel to you. Your hand fumbled at the latch to your dagger, trying to pry it out as the boar rushed at Helaena, pushing her back into the water.

You tripped, rolling on the ground as your free hand tried grabbing at the boar's leg. Helaena cried as she pushed at its belly with her hands, her head bobbing in and out of the water. It took Aegon and Aemond too long to notice what was occurring, but they quickly turned to help, though they were still too far away.

Sweat coated your brow as you lifted your dagger, your hand shaking as you brought it down on the back of the boar. Its squeal echoed in your ears as it turned around, huffing as it charged at you, still pushing you back onto the ground. Your dagger, now bloodied, raised in the air as you cried out and stabbed it again, and again, and again.

Your cries turned to grunts as the blows stopped the boar fully, its legs ceasing movement as it let out a final breath. Your hand, hair, and clothes were now covered in blood, your lip quivered as you pushed away from the animal, stumbling to your feet as you remembered Helaena in the water.

"Hel! Hel, are you... Are you alright?" You panted, rushing to the water's edge, where she sat, tears pooling at her eyes as she balled her fists.

"I'm sorry. I should've stayed close," she muttered, but you quickly engulfed her in a hug.

"No, I should apologize. I should have been here." You kissed her wet hair, looking up at Aemond and Aegon, both panting and looking between you, Helaena, and the boar.

Aemond helped Helaena out of the water, escorting her to the horses, where Aegon helped gather wood to bring the boar back to the camp.

"Are you okay?" His voice was steady, as if he had no ounce of alcohol in his system. You slowly looked up at him; his cheek was cut and bruised, but nothing else came to it.

"I am fine," you huffed, tying off the wood as you waited for Aegon to slide the boar onto the board. "I should be asking you the same question."

Aegon tsked. "I can take any punch that comes my way."

You looked up, trying to hide a smirk but failing. "Mind helping me pull?"

He didn't respond, just bent over and lifted the board, huffing with each step he took.

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You sat on your bed, brushing your wet hair, your eyes never leaving the side of your tent. When you arrived back at the camp, you were taken straight to the bathing tent, where you were scrubbed clean of any blood on your body.

When Alicent heard of the attack, she nearly dropped to her knees at the sight of Helaena, shaking like a leaf and wishing to be left alone. In the corner of your eye, you saw Alicent's resentful glare as she watched you dismount your horse and head into a tent.

You snapped out of your trance, standing up as you walked to place your comb in your luggage. Your nightgown stuck to your damp skin as you felt the warm breeze enter through the flimsy fabric. You waited by the entrance, expecting Aegon to arrive any moment. You did not know why you were so eager to see him; maybe it was the state he left you in last night or the surprise visit earlier in the day, but you needed him in more ways than one.

As if on cue, your tent flaps opened quickly, and Aegon entered sluggishly.

"What took you so long?" Your voice was hushed, leaning in as he stumbled into you. "Gods, you are piss drunk."

Aegon grunted. "Whatever."

You cocked your head, not understanding why he was being cold towards you. Gripping his chin to make him look you in the eyes, you asked, "Why? You were perfectly fine before-"

"You want to know why?" His voice shook as he licked his lips, anger slipping out through the cracks. "This family is draining, and I am done trying to serve it in the way they wish me to serve it."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "I don't understand. What have they done that's so different from normal?"

Aegon's hand snaked its way around your neck, rubbing your chin with his thumb as he tried to speak, but his words died. "Lay on the bed... I can make you feel good."

You slowly shook your head. "No. No, you're drunk."

In a moment, Aegon snapped, his hand harshly releasing your face. "Fine, I'll find someone else to sink my cock into."

Your throat tightened. "Aegon-" But he was already out of your tent, his footsteps disappearing into the night.

You stood there, waiting for him to come back, but he never did. Your throat felt as if it was on fire, trying to swallow back any self-pity you felt as you walked back into bed, placing the thin sheets over your body. Your heartbeat slowed as you looked at the top of the tent, thinking of everything that had happened and how much you missed your family. You thought of how Jace and Luke would make light of the boar incident, how Daemon would be proud, and how your mother would be a nervous wreck, but proud, nonetheless.

Finally, you were able to fall asleep.

You drifted in and out of consciousness, aware of the wetness beneath your legs. The breeze was cooler, sending gooseflesh down your body as you arched your back in response to a familiar sensation. Though tiredness oozed through your bones and muscles, the feeling didn't prevent you from letting out small gasps.

A tongue circled your clit again, causing you to lift your hips. "Hm."

It wasn't unusual for Aegon to wake you up like this. Some days, when he returned from Flea Bottom, he would slip into your bed. Instead of whispering your name, he would creep beneath your nightgown and devour you until you were shaking.

This night was no different, strong hands held your thighs down as they dipped their tongue into your cunny, sucking at your juices as you let out another cry. As if he sensed you waking up, his mouth kissed down your thigh, blowing softly at your sensitive clit.

"Aegon, don't tease." You let out a breathy moan, clenching the blankets as your eyes remained closed. He slowly inserted his ring finger, collecting your juices before pulling it out and rubbing your clit at a cruel pace as his tongue resumed lapping at you.

Your hips raised in pleasure, you felt overwhelmed as your coil started to tighten. "I'm close... Oh!"

He ripped his finger from your clit, replacing it with his mouth, and bringing his finger to your entrance, fucking you quickly with it. Your eyes nearly rolled behind your head as you tried to muffle your cries as you finally hit your release.

As your chest rose and fell, you finally cracked your eyes, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. "What was that for? Aegon?" The silence was deafening, so you quickly shot up, looking at the man who just gave you the most aggressive orgasm, Aemond.

His eye followed your body as it tensed, bringing his finger to his lips licking it clean of your juices. "Because I wanted to know who had you moaning like that. Now I know."

He has a smug grin as he sat up, you noticed a tightening at his pants, and you gulped. "Go to bed, niece. We have a long journey home tomorrow."

And he left, left you panting and left you with a mess.

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Crown of the heir

crown are like headbands they make you look pretty and nice but crown's are the symbol of power and reign once it's place in your head the duties will also be placed in you as well.

"if i was a queen i will make men's bow" you changeling said to your mother.

"you will bore a king you're a women" your mother said as she fix your hair and clothes.

your mother was not very fond of you since she expects her first child to be a boy and not a girl she would scream at you for holding a sword since that day you been sneaking to the training area to hold a sword.

"no women have ever sit a throne" your mother said.

"rhaenyra will soon sit in the throne isn't she" you said while reading your book.

"she's no queen your the queen"

"isn't that stealing mother that's make me a usurper of the throne" you plainly said as continue to read your books.

"what's going on inside your head you should be thankful that i raised you and feel you bathe you" your mother angrily said.

"did I ask for it you despite me as your daughter your heir did that look like love to you oh by the way you didn't feed me or bathe me the maids did" you said as you shut your book.

"your under my roof as long as you in here you have no right to speak to me like that" your mother said pointing a finger at you.

"isn't this my home to its also my right to speak freely" you said.

"your my heir for now but once i gave birth to a boy your no longer my heir"

the door shut as you sit thinking that what did you ever do to them that they treated you this bad tear's falling down your cheeks.

their has been a news that king viserys have been sick and the days goes longer he's body weaken surely after he passed away the heir will eventually sit to the throne.

"its time the king will die and his oldest child aegon will sit to the throne and you will be the queen isn't that amazing finally your bringing power to this family" your mother said.

"your not sure about that didn't he named his heir rhaenyra" you said.

"oh the whore of dragon stone" your mother rolled her eyes.

when night comes you sneak outside of the house and explore the city with your red Cloak and a hidden knife in case.

when you were exploring you bumped into someone you quickly apologize but as you recognize his face he was aegon the eldest son of king viserys.

"well my prince aren't you supposed to be asleep" you said.

"as well as your my princess" aegon said.

"well do you want company you seemed lonely" you said as you two outside the border of King's landing near the ocean.

" of course my princess it's been a long time since we met" aegon said.

"your going to be king you know" you said as you watch the waves of the ocean.

"I don't wanna be a king" aegon stated as furrowed his eye brows.

"but that's what your mother wants"

"she didn't even asked me if ever wanted to be a king it's like I'm just a pawn to her" aegon said as the sadness took over him.

"well aren't we the same forced to be something we don't want" you said as you caress his face.

"I was also forced to be perfect smile like an princess bow to many dance for a lot"

aegon was sad that you need to in that horrible family forced into something that your uncomfortable with.

"i want the crown to be give to someone else that is soo much worthy than me" aegon stated.

"and who might that be my prince"

"my sister rhaenyra targaryen the true heir to the throne" aegon said as you two spend the night in the ocean.

that day raven was sent to the black as aegon wrote to her sister as the letter said my dear sister rhaenyra true heir to the iron throne yield to you that i will no longer come to the crown as i will be peacefully be a prince and wish to marry y/n huxley.

"well isn't this magnificent my wife aegon didn't want the crown alicent wanted the crown" daemon said as he read the letter.

"send a letter to aegon i wish to meet him and his lover" rhaenyra said smiling as thanks to the old god that she will finally be in good terms with her siblings.

as aegon open the letter he reads it and said my dear brother as you and your lover y/n come here you must bend the knee to me and i will take you all back to my heart.

when aegon and y/n come to rhaenyra they both bend the knee to her as the prove of loyalty to the realm and her the queen.

"oh dear brother" rhaenyra said as he hugged him aegon was stunned he never received any hugs from his family as he hug back.

"welcome to the family" jacaerys said as he also hug him.

"aren't you his lover you two will make such a great couple" daemon said as he shake hands with y/n.

"thank you my king" you said.

"well aren't you lovely my dear blessings for your wedding" rhaenyra said as she hugged you.

"thank you my queen it's such an honored to be blessed by you"

"no problem my dear"

as the coronation of rhaenyra you all attend to it as you wear a beautiful black dress as aegon wear black Alicent and rhaenyra made up as the house of targaryen was finally one.

the next following day you and aegon wed the wedding was held up at the dragon stone as you are now y/n targaryen the lady of dragon stone with her husband aegon Targaryen lord of dragon stone.

but one day your mother suddenly barged in rage as she shouted at you.

"YOU WHORE YOU'VE RUIN MY PLAN" you mother said as she shouted at you

"isn't this want you wanted" you said as you furrowed your eye brows.

"you're supposed to be bringing power to your family not this freaking bullshit"

"i did bring the power and that power choose me" you said.

"what kind of huxley are you! being selfish brat" your mother said.

"im no longer a huxley im a targaryen a lady of dragon stone and i will take anything that you took from me" you said.

your mother was furious as she takes out a knife and cuts your arm as soon as that happens the door open and the guards hold her aegon Rush to your side and look at your wound.

"take her out as this day comes that thing will not enter here" aegon said angry towards your mother.

since that day you erase the terrible moments that happened to you and live your life with your husband together you two have 5 children and live peacefully.

"There can be no failure to a man who has not lost his courage, his character, his self respect, or his self-confidence. He is still a King".

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lady-ashfade · 3 months

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Ash House of the dragon recs! Post one

-£ some fics i need people to see and know about if they haven’t already. Showing the love.

Yandere (HOTD) Targaryen/ Velaryon/Hightower family (together) HCS @missglaskin this fic got me into writing for hotd and now look at me! So she is my savior. And- have you seen how she writes? Amazing.

Yan!Parents Daemon/ Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic) @aphroditelovesu (who I love and stalk for every new post she makes-)

Survivors| Dark! Grown up Twin!Lucerys Velaryon × Reader @floatyflowers one of my fave!

Saintess of Dragons @del-thetiredwriter

The Targaryen Princess @ladydostoevsky

#yandere house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon x reader #lucaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon x reader #ash recs <3

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sheeple · 1 year

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A purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son

Part two | Part three

Princess Y/n Velaryon ─ the first child of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and Ser Leanor Velaryon and their only true child together ─ is woken up by a ruckus outside her chambers. She sleepily gets up and puts on a robe before opening her chamber doors.

She follows after the many servants and ends up in the Hall of Nine, where chaos is happening.

Her brothers are being tended to by their grandfather, with cuts, blood, and bruises on their faces. Her cousins are with her grandmother, all seeming unharmed.

On the other side of the room is Prince Aemond. His back is turned towards her while he's tended to by a maester and his mother. A grim atmosphere hangs around them.

Her mother comes bursting through the doors followed by her great-uncle. Both look dishevelled. She goes to check on her children and looks around for the princess, who's unharmed and just as clueless as her mother.

Princess Rhaenyra demands what has happened and all the children scream over each other. The King shuts them up and asks his son what has happened.

Bastards. Prince Aemond has called her brothers bastards.

Everybody points their fingers at each other, claiming that they are the culprits.

The Queen screams that she wants justice, that she wants her little brother's eye, as he is the one who maimed her son.

As the eldest, Y/n Velaryon sees it as her duty to protect her brothers. So, she backs away from the circle of onlookers and locates a knife. She takes a deep breath as she holds the dagger's point close to her pupil, before plunging it into her eye and pulling back. Her perfect purple eye sits pitifully pierced on the point of the dagger.

She tries to be as quiet as she can, but a few cries escape her lips. The pain is more immense than she could ever imagine. It pulls attention from the crowd behind her, and somebody gasps in shock.

The Princess turns around, blood mixed with tears streaming down her face.

"There you go, Your Highness, a purple-coloured eye for your purple-eyed son." The girl holds out a bloodied hand in which her eyeball stares directly up at the Queen, pierced right through the pupil. She pushes it into the hand of the Queen, who has a look of horrified shock on her face.

The Princess turns around and walks to the doors to exit the room, but not before turning around. "But remember, Queen Hightower, that if your claims about my brothers are true, remember your children are just the same; half-bloods. What you hold in your hand is what you claim to be pure, Valyrian blood."

The Princess bravely walks out of the room, blood and tears running down her face. But once the doors close behind her, her facade falls.

Everybody in the hall can hear the Princess' screams of pain and agony. All to protect her brother. What she couldn't have known, is that her actions would spurt guilt in many people that night. Festering and boiling over the years. The three princes involved in the fight would manifest a large amount of guilt. But not all would deal the same way with the consequences that came out of the night.

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Dangerous Secret

pairing: Fanon!Alicent Hightower x Male OC

summary: Daegor Targaryen, brother to King Viserys Targaryen who stabbed him the back in the worst way possible.

Word count: 4,0K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, cheating, infidelity, polygamy

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Alicent could not help herself but feel nervous as she stood beside Daegor targaryen, her lover and true father of her children. Her children, Aegon, Daenya, Halaena, and the twins Aemond and Aenora and her youngest Daeron stood beside their mother in their best attire ready to welcome their uncle Daegor.

Alicent still remembered the first time she met him when she was sill newly wed and he had traveled for the wedding along with his lady wife who was pregnant at the time, a Dornish Princess Alicent did not bother remembering her name, she had died in childbirth along with the baby during their visit from Dorne. The marriage existed only to keep the peace in the realm.

Alicent went to comfort him seeing it as her duty considering that she was the new Queen of the realm. Daegor had locked himself in his chambers, he held no love for his wife, Alicent discovered that during their conversation but he mourned his unborn child who never got to see the world.

A friendship of sorts blossomed between the two as they got comfort from one another and Alicent used the excuse that being close to Viserys' family would make him love her more, to her father Otto Hightower which made him turn a blind eye on the two. Daegor decided to stay in the capital after that seeing as he had nothing back in Dorne.

Alicent's mind took her many years prior to this day. She was still a very young bride sitting in the library with a book in her lap as she waited for Viserys to finish his small council meeting along with her father.

"All alone, your grace" She looked up at Daegor who was leaning against a bookshelf with his arms crossed eyeing her with a smile. Alicent wanted to deny the beat her heart skipped when their eyes met. She was expecting him to hate her like Rhaenyra and Daemon did after she was forced to marry Viserys.

"Viserys is busy with the small council" Alicent shrugged. Unconsciously she closed the book in her lap and gave Daegor her full attention. Daegor left the doorway and walked over to her and sat down beside her on the bench.

"My brother is an idiot leaving such a pretty girl like you here all alone" Daegor was brave, Alicent admitted that. Anyone else would have rather eaten shit than say such things to the Queen in fear of the consequences. Alicent looked down at the book in her lap shyly and smiled feeling a little giddy at hearing a compliment for the first time in many moons.

"Thank you, your grace" She whispered. Alicent will never forget that day, she cried herself to sleep feeling all kinds of guilt after she had kissed Daegor in that library. Viserys was told that she felt ill and did not even bother checking in on her that night either.

The next morning she visited Daegor's room with the plan of telling him that the kiss they shared in the library was a mistake only to find him sat in front of his fireplace shirtless with only trousers on and a cup of wine in hand. She stumbled through her words as she tried looking anywhere but at him.

He was as smug as Daemon Targaryen, no surprise there since they were brothers. Daegor smirked the entire time she was speaking. He downed his wine and placed the cup on the table before he cornered her and kissed her again. He kissed her five times in a row and each time he asked "Does it still feel wrong?" He would whisper the words in her ear or against her lips. The third time he asked she gave him the answer he wanted "No". He made love to her for the first time then.

Alicent found out she was pregnant two moons later and it did not take her more than a second to know who the father was. She went running to Daegor in tears and shaking in fear. He held her in his arms and comforted her. He was terrified as well, he was scared for a different reason though, she was afraid of someone finding out about who the true father of the child was, Daegor Targaryen, while Daegor was scared that he would lose another child.

So he unconsciously built walls around himself and distanced himself from everyone, even Alicent and his brothers. Many of the smallfolk were shocked to see that Daegor and his dragon would be up in the skies almost every day. Viserys and Daemon noticed the change in their brother as well and Viserys came to the conclusion that Daegor was reacting like this as a defense mechanism after what happened to his wife.

Alicent however felt used and cornered Daegor to accuse him of leaving her after he got what he wanted and that was to dishonour his King brother. Daegor's walls broke at the sound of her sobs and he pulled her in for a hug whispering promises in her ear. Daegor did not plan to fall for the young girl in his arms, he indulged with her at first for comfort but then found himself falling for her.

For the rest of Alicent's pregnancy Daegor was by her side in secret using the tunnels and secret passageways he had discovered as a child alongside Daemon. Viserys rarely visited Alicent if it were not for his own pleasures. Daegor showed her love and care, he helped her bathe at the end of her pregnancy when her feet were swollen and it was uncomfortable for her to move. He stood outside her doors alongside Viserys when she gave birth using the excuse of wanting to support his brother and get some comfort from a birth going well instead of a disaster as it had done with his own wife.

The second Viserys placed Aegon in Daegor's arms he almost burst out crying. His surviving son whom no one would know was his. Daegor took it upon himself to teach the young boy how to walk and talk, the first word Aegon said was Kepa to Daegor much to Viserys' discomfort and that is when the talk of Daegor needing a betrothed and wife and children of his own arose in the council while Alicent was swollen with her and Daegor's second child.

"I wish not to marry brother, I know my luck in such matters" Daegor shook his head as he refused to acknowledge the words of the council members.

"I must insist brother, we have already chosen a worthy betrothed for you" Viserys' words made Daegor's blood run cold. He looked at Otto Hightower or more like Highcunt smirking at him.

"Who is this unlucky woman?" Daegor asked, crossing his arms in front of him as he leaned back in his chair.

"My youngest girl," Beesbury said proudly. Daegor has never met the poor soul. Beesbury let out a shriek that sounds like "Clara". A petite girl who looked just over thirteen walked in with her head bowed down adorning her house colours as a dress. She had light brown hair cascading down her back in natural waves. She looked up briefly as she curtsied showing blue eyes before looking down.

"She is but a child" Daegor argued pointing at the poor girl who was shaking as a leaf. She gulped and looked at her father as if expecting a scolding but he merely chuckled.

"I assure you, my prince, she is a woman grown and had her first bleeding merely a moon ago," Lord Beesbury said. He pushed his daughter in Daegor's direction making her stumble. Daegor was quick to steady the poor child.

"Apologies, my prince" She whispered lowly, voice still holding a childish pitch to it. Daegor felt bad for the poor child but he knew that if he did not marry her then her father would only throw her to another man who could do unspeakable things to her.

Daegor accepted with a heavy heart. That night Alicent went into labour and Daegor knew it was out of grief but he sneaked into her room to meet his newborn daughter, Daenya, and explained to Alicent that he merely agreed to shut Viserys up.

His wedding on poor Clara was in the tradition of old Valyria on Dragonstone with blood upon Daegor's insistence. Daegor refused the bedding ceremony and threatened a Lord who whined like a child would if you took their favorite toy from them. He faked the evidence much to Clara's relief and spent the night in Alicent's bed after sneaking in there.

In less than two years Alicent fell pregnant again and Otto was sent away as Hand. Viserys decided to make Daegor his Hand in Otto's stead seeing as he was the more obedient brother between Daemon and him. Daegor was more than willing to take the position as he was being threatened to be sent to Dragonstone by Otto Highcunt as he grew to call him.

As the years passed Daegor proved to be a worthy Hand and Viserys never once thought of changing him or bringing in Otto again. Alicent gave birth to four more children, first came Helaena who had Daegor wrapped around her finger just as much as Daenya did, followed by twins, Aemond and Aenora, and lastly Daeron.

Daegor grew worried as all his children claimed a dragon except Aemond whose egg did not hatch in his cradle. Aegon had Sunfyre, Daenya had Varos who was as blue as the morning sky and his flames were just as blue and rumored to be hotter than normal Dragon fire. Halaena had Dreamfyre, Aenora had Drakoth who was a green dragon with golden edges to his scales and Daeron had Tessarion.

Daegor filled the boy's time with sword fighting since he refused to torment the poor boy with lessons in the Dragonpit with his older brother and nephews who had taken the hobby of bullying him for not having a dragon. Daegor spoke with Rhaenyra who dismissed him saying they were children playing and in due time they would stop. Daegor took Aemond with him to visit Mirazaer his own she-dragon, she was dark purple with golden eyes and flames. Aemond loved seeing her and would usually ride along his "Uncle" on her with his arms wide open and laughter on his lips.

When Daegor was informed of the incident of Aemond's eye during one of the nights he was staying up for some extra work. He barged into the room just as Alicent drew a dagger at Rhaenyra. Aemond was being looked at by a maester and Daegor knew that Viserys did not punish Luke for what he did. He approached Alicent and wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her away from his niece in one swift move making her shriek a little.

She looked up at him with tears streaming down her face as the dagger fell down on the ground. His own wife Clara sneaked into the room and over to Aegon to comfort the boy as he was slapped back to sobriety.

"I believe Luke should be punished but not as harshly as her grace suggests," Daegor said calmly letting go of Alicent who stumbled a little. She made her way over to her son and kneeled beside his chaise as the maester sewed his eye shut.

"What are you suggesting, uncle?" Rhaenyra pushed her son behind her back to protect him from her uncle.

"I am suggesting a brief exile for him to learn that hurting his own kin is a sin, Niece, I am suggesting that someone should teach your spoiled children some manners for taking a boy's eye out" Daegor answered angrily. He knew that his outburst was noticed by Daemon but refused to meet his eyes and smirking face.

"He stole Vaghar" Luke defended his actions. To everyone's surprise, Daegor burst out laughing making everyone freeze.

"Do you truly believe that a dragon as ancient as Vaghar could be stolen, boy? We do not control dragons and Vaghar chose her rider willingly" Daegor answered. He approached Baela and Rhaena who were huddled together in the corner.

"I am sure my dear niece will ride a dragon mightier than Vaghar if she had the patience and the bravery" Daegor touched Rhaena's chin softly. She smiled slightly and nodded her head.

"Now brother as king it is expected of you to be just and if you are not just with your own family how will the smallfolk accept a King who split his own family?" Daegor asked. Viserys looked down thinking deeply much to the horror of Rhaenyra, the spoiled princess.

Lucerys was sent to Lannisport the next morning amount his dragon with a satchel filled with his belongings, exiled for six whole years. Daegor felt pride fill him as he watched Vaghar with Aemond atop her flying proudly in the sky to spite the boy as he flew away.

Viserys grew sicker and sicker as time passed and Daegor had to take control of the kingdom and he spent more time away from King's Landing than in it in Viserys' stead. But through it all, he did not stop for a second from training his own sons and refused to send Daeron to Oldtown and insisted on teaching him, himself.

Daegor was told to take a second wife as the years passed and Clara still did not conceive any children. Alicent was hesitant before approaching Daegor and telling him that if he wished he could bed Clara and have children from her, have children who could call him Kepa unlike her own who called him Kepus instead. Aemond called him Kepa for a long time after he defended him and idolized him even at ten and six name days.

Daegor was reluctant, he already had six children, healthy and beautiful. He did not need more but when Clara herself came to him crying after being bullied by some ladies of the court he caved and bedded her. Their agreement was broken of not having any sexual relations. Alicent and Clara surprisingly grew a friendship of sorts when Clara began swelling with his child and she was by her side during her labors having no mother to comfort her, having died several years ago.

Clara birthed a beautiful girl whom Daegor named Shaera. She was a tiny girl at birth and seemed to inherit her mother's shortness and definitely her temper, her cries were heard by the entire Red Keep as she arrived with a head full of platinum blonde hair like her father and blue eyes like her mother.

Daegor was proud of her but he felt a little shy walking around with her in his arms since he was no young man and Aegon and Halaena, his own son and daughter were already married to each other and had twin children. Aegon chose to let go of his cups and focus on his sword skills as a relief with the help of Daegor and he brought the gentleman in his son out.

Still, the council was not happy with Shaera's birth, she was no son, and she was no heir. Daegor almost lunged at his own father-in-law when he said that Daegor and Clara should try for a son. Daegor informed him that Clara could die from childbirth but he only replied with "She was born to do this" which sparked Daegor's fury, Clara and him grew some kind of a friendship during their marriage.

Clara voiced her want of another child when Shaera reached her third moon of life and Daegor was shocked that she wanted another so soon and so fast. Shaera was rumored to have some magic in her blood because whoever looked at her fell in love with her, even Viserys asked to see her at least once a day.

By the time Rhaenyra arrived with her family to King's Landing for Luke's petition as soon as he got back from Lannisport against Veamond Valeryon, Clara was swollen with another child while Shaera was sat on her hip gurgling. Daegor took it upon himself to greet his niece and brother along with his family upon her arrival.

"Niece" Daegor nodded his head at the heir of the throne in front of him. She had a weak smile still not over him sending her precious boy away but shockingly Luke seemed much calmer and well-mannered.

"Brother" Daegor turned to Daemon. Daemon gave his famous smirk to Daegor before eyeing Shaera in her mother's arms.

"Finally a child from your blood brother" Daemon teased. Daegor turned to Shaera with a smile on his face. The little girl turned to her father with a grin and held her arms open for him squealing a "Kepa". Daegor took her from his heavily pregnant wife who looked to be struggling with all the weight already.

"Shaera" Daegor introduced. Daemon and Rhaenyra could not help but smile as the little girl grabbed a fist of her father's hair that reached just below his nape and tugged a little.

"Quit a grip on her I will tell you that, she will beat me in sword fighting by her tenth name day" Daegor joked easing his daughter's grip on his hair.

He sat on the Iron Throne during the petition being the Hand of the King. He was kind to both sides not wanting to separate the family even more when his brother the King walked in with the help of his cane. Daegor helped Viserys sit on the Iron Throne as Daemon retrieved the fallen crown from the floor and placed it upon the King's head. Daegor moved back to his wife's side.

Daegor was more than glad that they left Shaera with her handmaiden as Vaemond's head rolled on the floor. Daegor felt his heart drop for a second when Clara clutched his shoulder whimpering in pain thinking she was struck as well by accident only to find a pool of blood by her feet.

"Her labors" Rhaenyra gasped from the other side of the room. Daegor had to stand by Alicent and their children which Clara did not mind and she never questioned his devotion to the Queen and explained it as devotion to his own brother.

Daegor sat by Alicent during the feast Viserys threw in his new son's honor, Aelyx. Daegor was thankful for a son so now he could finally give Alicent his full attention, the woman he truly loved. He had spoken to Aemond beforehand to not start any fights no matter what happens.

Lucerys seemed on his best behaviour along with Jacaerys. Helaena and Aegon were too in love to notice anyone around them as they whispered among each other about their three healthy and beautiful children, Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Maelor. The dinner went smoothly and the boys were on their best behavior the entire night while Rhaenyra and Alicent reconciled with one another. Daegor and Alicent celebrated in her chambers that night.

Daegor felt his heart stop as he hid behind the walls in the secret passageway to a maid waking Alicent to the news of Viserys' death. Rhaenyra was Queen now and should be crowned soon. Daegor sprinted to his own chamber where Clara was sleeping still in their Marital bed with Shaera on her right sleeping deeply and Aelyx in his crib with his black dragon egg.

He felt hesitant to wake her up and tell her the news. She was horrified and immediately asked for black clothes wanting to be by her husband's side during the funeral. Clara rode with Daegor on dragonback leaving their small children along with Helaena's and Rhaenyra's youngest in the palace. Dragonstone seemed colder as Rhaenyra gave the command to her mount lighting her father on fire with teary eyes and the golden crown on her head.

Now a new question arose, who was the heir? Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey were definitely not pure-blooded children. Rhaenyra wanted to leave the matter for later as her coronation was being prepared in Oldtown for the high Septon to anoint her. Daegor knew that there was nothing in the world that would stop Rhaenyra from putting her brunette son on the throne so he urged his family to Pentos not wanting to see a day where a brunette Targaryen sat on the Iron Throne. Alicent and her children joined them just after the coronation.

What they did not expect was for news to reach them soon that a plague spread around King's Landing allowing The Stranger to claim Jacaerys and Lucerys in their sleep. Daegor knew that left Joffrey to be heir, the poor young boy knew not of how to rule as Rhaenyra grew ill with grief and Daemon got infected as well.

Daegor traveled on Dragonback with all his children, Alicent and Clara followed in a boat neither wanting to ride a dragon. What Daegor did not plan was for the two women to bond on the way to the city and his shock was evident when they walked hand in hand with smiles on their faces.

Joffrey followed his brothers soon and Daegor grew with worry and isolated his children and lover along with his wife in one side of the palace. The maesters suggested covering his nose and mouth when visiting Rhaenyra and Daemon on their deathbeds along with Aegon and Viserys. Daegor had to turn away from his brother to hide his tears from him as he spoke with him, breathless and on the verge of death.

"How is Nyra?" Daemon asked. A series of coughs followed the question.

"She is alright and waiting for you to get better" Daegor answered. The maesters had suggested he kept his distance but all he wanted to do was pull his older brother in for a hug and reassure him that everything was alright and that he would get better.

"How is Dae?" Rhaenyra questioned when Daegor visited her. Their relationship was never the best but he grew sad and his eyes filled with tears at the sight of his dying niece, the girl he used to play with before he had to leave for Dorne and marry his first wife.

"As good as a horse awaiting you to recover" Daegor responded. Only three years into Rhaenyra's reign she passed away peacefully in her bed along with Daemon and their sons leaving Daegor as the heir.

Daegor waited for the plague to be under control and with a cure before traveling to Oldtown and getting anointed like his predecessors before him. By the second year of his reign, he took Alicent to Dragonstone and took her as a second wife. Clara was present at the wedding and the wedding night.

The children were not shocked to hear of the marriage, Daegor and Alicent were not very desecrate during their stay in Pentos and Clara fit in the picture perfectly. Alicent did not give Daegor any more children but Clara did being much younger than both, she gave him a pair of sons only two years apart, Daemon and Viserys.

The realm went into shock when Daegor announced Aegon as his heir being the eldest Prince was his excuse, no one knew Aegon's true parentage except Alicent and Daegor, and even Clara did not know of it. Aegon was a good swordsman and had the mind of a king after leaving his cups behind for Helaena and their children with Daegor's guidance, these children only craved a father's love and Daegor was there to give it to them.

Daenya was married to her younger brother Aemond while Aenora married Daeron to keep the Targaryen blood pure, Daegor saw no need for alliance marriages since the realm was at peace and no one rebelled.

Daegor Targaryen passed away in his sleep aged sixty and three in the arms of Alicent Hightower and Clara Beesbury. Aegon rose to the throne with the conqueror's crown on his head. Alicent found it the perfect time to tell him the truth of his parentage only for him to shock her and tell her that they all knew without needing to be told.

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sansas-amythest-hairnet · 9 months

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Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen the half-year Queen. As a child Rhaenyra was named heir to the throne by her father, who had no sons, when he remarried he had three sons but kept Rhaenyra as his heir. When her father died her half-brother Aegon II usurped her throne and the war that followed was named the Dance of the Dragons. During the war Rhaenyra lost her sons Jacaerys, Lucaerys, Joffrey, and thought that she lost her youngest son Viserys, she also lost her husband Daemon Targaryen in the battle above the Gods Eye.

#game of thrones #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #asoif/got #asoif fanart #asoiaf fanart #house of the dragon #house targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #queen rhaenyra #the dance of the dragons #dance of the dragons #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon #joffery velaryon #viserys ii targaryen #aegon iii targaryen

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oxfordsnotr0gues · 23 days

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Jacaerys and Lucaerys would be sons of the realm

But you Prince Joffrey shall be mine

#Joffrey deserved more time with Laenor #all the boys deserved more time with Laenor #Jace and Luce were to inherit the legacy’s of the family but little Joffrey was Laenor’s boy #laenor velaryon #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #house of the dragon

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loveslibrarywp · 5 months

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Requests open. Fanfics are posted on wattpad: @LovesLibrary. Likes, comments, and reposts are very appreciated.

Requests are open. I will pretty much write for anyone if you ask. I highly recommend requesting so I have the opportunity to write more!

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

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Salvatore - wattpad fanfic

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Aemond Loves his pregnant wife! +NSFW

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Little red +NSFW

- Aemond Targaryen x Stark!reader

Tis the season +NSFW

- Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Sharing is caring +NSFW

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Aegon || Targaryen

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Ataraxia; freedom of worry

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Helaena Targaryen

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The secrets we keep +NSFW

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Jacaerys Velaryon

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The Last Kingdom

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Too good

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Worship and Desire +NSFW

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its-actually-minicika · 1 year

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HELP??

This scene would have been too powerful if the showrunners left it as it was intended. We were so robbed :")

Still, this is HUGE. How much was Aemond supposed to regret Lucaerys' death at Storm's End, and how much of it did we just overinterpret?

Was what we saw on screen, during those last moments, even regret? Or was it more shock of the situation he'd created, and realisation of what's to come?

I love this. This is amazing and I won't be shutting up about this.

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prest0-art · 4 months

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Rhaenyras eldest boys as their dragons 🐉

Jacaerys as Vermax, Lucaerys as Arrax and Joffrey as Tyraxes

#I also drew them as how I imagined them in the books with bits of the show thrown in #I gave Jace the most of the Targ features while Luke and Joff look like their grandma Rhaenys #my artwork #artwork #house of the dragon fanart #house of the dragon #jacaerys targaryen #lucaerys velaryon #joffrey velaryon #vermax #arrax #tyraxes

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luxtout · 7 months

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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 1- Leather and Letters- Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen

Warning: Cursing, angst, injuries

The air was sweet as you stepped out of your chambers, a gentle breeze brushing against your legs and sending a shiver down your spine. The place you've called home for the past six years was eerily quiet, not even your younger brothers were awake in these early morning hours. Normally, the songs of dragons would awaken you, but on this particular morning, the silence was unnerving.

The corridor echoed with each step you took, the faint sound of your dress grazing the floor causing your fingers to clench the fabric. You finally heard the soft murmur of your mother, Rhaenyra, speaking in Valyrian.

As if she sensed your approach, her voice hushed, waiting for you to open the large wooden door to the viewing room. A sense of curiosity overcame you as you wondered if someone else was in there with her. Your hand brushed the ridged doorknob, twisting it gently, as if you intended to surprise her. You could hear her mumbling in Valyrian.

You pushed open the heavy door, a rush of cold air meeting your face. Rhaenyra stood beside a massive wooden desk, engrossed in reading a parchment.

"Skoros iksos sīr secret ao līs whisper se ȳzaldrīzes isse nonnative ēngos?" What is so secret that you must whisper and speak in a nonnative tongue? Your lips curled upwards as you noticed her jump at the sound of your voice. She was dressed in a deep red gown with black accents around the skirts and collar, her hair elegantly braided on her head, creating a crown-like effect.

"Gōntan nyke wake ao, tala?" Did I wake you, daughter? Her voice was soft and genuinely concerned.

You quickly shook your head, your smile softening as your hair cascaded over your shoulders. "Daor. Nyke istan worried everyone ēdan geptot issa." No, I was worried that everyone had left me. It was a genuine fear that occasionally plagued you, which caused you wake in the middle of the night, drenched in cold sweat, fearing your family had disappeared. You kept your head down, lacing your fingers together, trying to ignore Rhaenyra's gaze.

"Your Valyrian has improved significantly. It is good for the future heir to the Iron Throne to know the ancient language." You were lost in your thoughts, not realizing that Rhaenyra had approached you, gently taking your hands in hers. Her smile was warm and comforting, knowing the challenges you faced as the eldest daughter, with high expectations from everyone in the court and beyond.

"Mother, you have not named an heir yet," your smile faltered. "The last I heard; Grandsire has been in good health. Why discuss such politics?"

Your mother's eyes softened, and her smile waned ever so slightly, a change so subtle that only you would notice. Her hands left yours suddenly, and she held your face in a surprising manner. "You're right, my love. Let's have breakfast."

She guided you out of the room, but you couldn't help but steal a glance back at the parchment left on the desk, a raven perched beside it. You were about to voice your concerns, but by then, you were already walking down the hall, entranced by the delicious aroma coming from the kitchen.

Entering the dining room, a long wooden table stretched from wall to wall, a fireplace at the far end of the room warming your cold hands. The curtains were drawn, allowing natural light to filter through the windows, while candles on the table illuminated the carefully set place settings by the handmaidens.

The cook's assistants hurried around, bearing plates of various meats, such as bacon, pork, and sausage, alongside bowls of porridge and poached eggs. The meal was complemented with cheese and bread. The table's centerpiece featured a colorful array of fruits, and you couldn't resist plucking a grape from its vine.

Your stomach rumbled in anticipation as they finished and bowed to your mother, then to you. You wanted to sit down and devour everything in sight, leaving nothing behind, but you waited for your brothers to join you, wherever they might be.

"It's best that you allow your handmaidens to assist you with dressing," Rhaenyra began, "and perhaps let them brush your hair."

She did not glance in your direction, already seated and waiting for her sons. You looked down at your dress, a simple blue gown adorned with gold embroidery, resembling tree leaves, you thought. Your hand instinctively went to your hair next, where knots had formed at the nape, although your mother couldn't see it beneath the cascade of waves falling to your waist. Your hair was brown, but a streak of white at the front of your hairline framed your face like an artist's touch.

"I can manage on my own. I am not a child; I am seventeen years of age, soon to be eight-"

Your words were abruptly cut off as you saw disappointment in your mother's eyes. "Exactly. You are a woman grown, yet you dress and act like a child."

Biting your lip, you tried to hold back hurtful words. "If you didn't make me leave, I would be a properly educated woman like you want!" Rhaenyra remained silent, her expression reflecting her sadness.

Footsteps echoed as your brothers entered the room. Jacaerys and Lucerys walked in silently, their hair in disarray, and their clothes looking unkempt. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your mother, but she smiled slightly, conceding defeat. You were well aware of how you were treated differently; your brothers could do whatever they pleased, say anything they want, fuck whoever they want, while you, a lady, were constantly reminded of what not to do, what not to wear, and how not to speak. It was fucking annoying.

"Good morning, Y/N!" Luke greeted you with a smile as he took a seat next to Rhaenyra. He reached for the mead, but she swiftly pushed it out of his reach.

"Good morning, Luke, Jace. Finally, you've awakened." You tried to suppress your anger, but, in an instant, your previously hungry stomach felt completely satisfied. Nonetheless, you loaded your plate with bacon and eggs, deftly taking most of the fruit before Jace could protest.

"Where is Daemon?" Luke asked, looking around with a fork halfway to his mouth.

All eyes turned to your mother, who cleared her throat awkwardly. "He is... not here. He will be back before nightfall."

Luke nodded and continued with his meal, hummed appreciatively as he took another bite. Jace, on the other hand, nearly ignored his utensils entirely, and your mother had to intervene with a stern, "Jace."

The cries of your younger brothers could be heard as Joffrey ran into the room, with a wet nurse following close behind. "Ma, Aegon and Viserys won't drink their milk, they just cry."

A chuckle escaped your lips as Joffrey described the morning ordeal with the infants. Rhaenyra tried to explain that they didn't yet understand the timing of their meals, still being quite young.

"Come, Joffrey," You pulled out a chair with your foot, earning a disapproving look from your mother. "I'll make you a plate."

Joffrey eagerly hopped around the table and climbed into the chair. You filled his plate with fruits, porridge, and bacon, although he protested about the eggs, which he didn't like.

Seeing the heartwarming sight, your mother offered a gentle comment, "You would be a beautiful mother."

It was barely a whisper, but it caught your attention. "May I be excused? I would like to fly Lyrax; he has been quite stubborn of late."

Silence filled the room as Rhaenyra nodded, and you quickly left, heading towards the door.

Dressed in your riding leathers, you hadn't taken more than a few steps before someone called your name.

"Y/N!" Turning around, your brother raced after you. "Wait!"

You slowed your pace as you continued weaving your hair into a braid, "What is it, Jace?"

His steps quickened, and he finally caught up to you. "Mother wants me to recite the Targaryen lineage... in Valyrian."

"What does that have to do with me?" You laughed as you finished your braid, noticing his softening expression. "When I get back, I will help."

Jace spun you around, wrapping his arms around you. "Thank you for this, sister!"

You nodded and made your way to the "Dragon Pit." It wasn't as grand as the one in King's Landing, but it served its purpose in keeping your dragon safe. "Lyrax! Māzigon naejot issa, Lyrax," you called. His cooing and heavy steps greeted you as he approached. His scales were white and light gray, resembling the moon, with eyes a shade darker than black.

"Sȳz, Lyrax. Ivestragī īlva sōvegon." Good, let's fly. He lowered himself so you could mount, and you grabbed the reins. "Sōvegon."

Lyrax took a running start, leaping into the air and spreading his wings. The wind whipped through your hair as you gripped the reins with leathered gloves. He soared beyond the clouds, gliding with outstretched wings.

There was one word in Valyrian that you had always wanted to command Lyrax with, something your mother would kill you for and feed your remains to Syrax.

"Dracarys!"

Your voice echoed as you felt the vibrations from your dragon's throat, spitting a ball of fire. Unknowingly in awe, you found yourself heading too close to the flames, the heat burning your leather, but you didn't mind. You held your hand in the fire until Lyrax descended.

Taking a breath, you looked back at the puff of smoke. "Good boy, Lyrax." You were surprised to find that your leather had melted off, and your skin was singed but not blistered. It felt similar to sitting too close to a fire in the winter, leaving your skin hot but not scalded.

When you landed, you gave Lyrax one last hug before he went to feed, and you tended to your hand. To your amazement, it was as if nothing had happened, despite your expectations of blistered skin.

As you walked up the dirt and stone pathway, you noticed Daemon waiting. "Mother said you would be back by nightfall."

He smirked. "Nyke istan, yn nyke kesīr sir." I was, but I'm here now.

You bowed your head and said, "Indeed, lead the way."

Daemon's smirk made your skin crawl, and your hatred for him boiled within you. You missed your father, Laenor, who used to take you on walks around King's Landing, singing songs and teaching you dances. He was full of life, whereas Daemon was devoid of joy.

Entering the drawing room, you heard Valyrian as you noticed Jace and your mother. He looked up from the table, his hands propped up against the edge, giving you a dirty look.

"Tell me, who was Aegon Targaryen?" She inquired, a smirk forming in the corners of her mouth as she watched her son struggle.

"Aegon nyke..." He began, but the pronunciation proved challenging. "Aegon nyke istan..."

"Aegon nyke istan se ēlī targārien naejot conquer se unite se sīkuda dārȳti hen vesteros. Ziry rode se zaldrīzes balerion se zōbrie dread. Zȳhon reign marked se beginning hen targārien dynasty isse vesteros," you offered, unable to witness your brother's struggle any longer. Aegon I was the first Targaryen to conquer and unite the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. He rode the dragon Balerion the Black Dread, and his reign marked the beginning of the Targaryen dynasty in Westeros.

Your words caused Daemon to chuckle, and you earned a sympathetic sigh from Rhaenyra. "How else is Jace going to learn if you do it for him?"

You removed the other leather glove with a sigh. "My apologies, dear brother. Please continue." Jace cracked a smile at you as you took a seat nearby. He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but your mother interrupted.

"Actually, I have to inform you both of something important..."

You sat up attentively. "Would you like me to fetch Luke?"

She raised her hand to stop you. "No, it will be quick. I have received a letter. It's from... the Queen."

You sprang from your seat, and Jace moved closer to you. "Is Grandsire all right?"

Rhaenyra put an end to your questions, saying, "He is fine." You scanned the room, trying to grasp the issue. "Then what, mother?"

She gritted her teeth. "She wants you to be in court. She wants us all home." You noticed her voice quiver with emotion. Daemon had an amused smirk as he observed your perplexed expressions.

"Back to King's Landing? After all these years?" Jace's voice held bewilderment, unable to comprehend the sudden turn of events.

"The Queen is a woman that no one can understand, her reasoning for many things is questionable. Mother, when do we leave?" You couldn't hide your excitement, finally escaping this dreaded isle and returning to what you considered home - your true home.

"Tomorrow at daybreak." Your mother's decision to leave made sense, which explained Daemon's presence now, and why he remained silent, akin to a snake.

You were ready to rush out the door to start packing, but Jace's voice shook. "Are they going to be civil?" It didn't take long for you to connect the dots; the question was about your uncles. The last time you were all in King's Landing, there was an incident, and someone lost an eye...

"Jace... I..." Your mother was at a loss for words, an unusual occurrence, but Jace had no intention of listening to whatever she might have said as he rushed past everyone and into the hall. You wanted to say something, but first, you needed to console your brother.

"Jace! Brother!" You raced after him, the sound of your boots clicking with each step. He paused for a moment, turned around, his fists clenched, and his lips pressed tightly together.

"Dear brother, do not let the past weigh you down. Perhaps they have matured? Maybe they are now men grown..." Your statement turned from a question to a plea. The last time you saw your uncles, they were calling you all... bastards.

"You have too much faith in them, sister. You always try to see the better in people," Jace said with a smile, lifting his hand to your face.

Yes, your optimism might well be your downfall.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #game of throne #daemon targaryen #slow burn #aegon x you #helaena targaryen #aemond x you #enemies to lovers #house targaryen #house velaryon

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ksharoly · 4 months

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Targaryen incorrect quotes.

y/n: I told daemon their ears flush when they lie.

rhaenyra : Why?

y/n: Look.

y/n: Hey daemon ! Do you love us?

daemon , covering their ears: No.

rhaenyra :

y/n: Well, remember when rhaenyra made a romantic dinner for me?

daemon : y/n, they microwaved you a pizza.

y/n: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

daemon : You were flirting with rhaenyra .

y/n: So what? They're my partner.

daemon : You asked them if they were single.

y/n:

daemon : And then you cried when they said they weren't.

y/n, driving aegon and aemond : So how was your day?

aegon : We almost got surprise adopted!

y/n: What?

aemond : We almost got kidnapped.

y/n: Oh, okay.

y/n: * slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?!

y/n: Are you sure this is the right direction?

aegon : Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

aemond : In that case, we're definitely lost.

y/n: What time is it?

aegon : I don't know; pass me that saxophone and we'll find out

aegon : * Plays sax loudly and extremely out of tune*

aemond : WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT TWO IN THE MORNING

aegon : It's 2 am

y/n: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

jacaerys : You're a hazard to society

lucerys : And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Aemond : In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

jacaerys : * turning to lucerys * How tall are you?

Aemond : WHY. why did you give lucerys a KNIFE?!

jacaerys : I'm sorry.They said they felt unsafe.

Aemond : Now I feel unsafe!

jacaerys : I'm sorry.

jacaerys : ...would you like a knife?

Aemond : Why does jacaerys always do the laundry so loudly?

lucerys : So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

jacaerys , in the distance: * slams the washing machine shut*

y/n: Just be yourself.

daemon : 'Be myself'? y/n, I have one day to win rhaenyra over.How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

alicent : Couple weeks.

viserys : Six months.

aegon : Jury's still out.

daemon : See, y/n?

daemon : 'Be myself'.What kind of garbage advice is that?

y/n: daemon is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

alicent : Punch them in the stomach.Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

viserys : Tackle them!

rhaenyra : Dump them.

aegon : Kick them in the shin!

daemon : No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

y/n, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

daemon : Hey.

rhaenyra : Hi.

alicent : Hello.

viserys : Hey!

y/n: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

aegon : We were out of Doritos.

daemon : If you got arrested what would be the charges?

viserys : Theft.

aegon : Disturbing the peace.

alicent : Aggravated assault.

y/n: Arson.

rhaenyra : All of the above.In that order, probably.

#house of the dragon #the house of dragon x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon

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all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone · 13 days

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Jace: We should really get an adult Luke: Jace. You are an adult Jace: A REAL ADULT

#hotd #hotd incorrect quotes #house of the dragon #house of the dragon incorrect quotes #jace #a strong velaryon {jacaerys}#jacaerys targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys velaryon #lucaerys targaryen

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winnie-the-monster · 1 month

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#house of the dragon #hotd #s1 #1x08 #rewatch #rhaenys targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys strong #jacaerys velaryon #lucaerys strong #lucaerys velaryon #haelena targaryen #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #otto hightower

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valaenatargaryensdragon · 1 year

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Shhh No One Has to Know

pairing: Fanon!Jacaerys Valeryon x Female OC

summary: Daena Waters, bastared daughter of Daemon Targaryen but no one knew except him and Rhaenyra, she was give another name in public, Dana.

Word count: 4,5K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, a little bit of attacking, incest, blacks won, soft dad Daemon, protective dad Daemon

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Daena had a soft smile on her face as she helped the cooks with whatever they needed. Of course they all knew her as Dana but she did not mind, she was quit content with her life, it was much better than Flea Bottom where her mother tried to turn her into a whore like herself.

The reminder made her body shiver with disgust. The same day her mother suggested the idea on Daena's thirteenth name day she escaped and made her way to the palace seeking Prince Daemon her father, at the time he did not know but she did and her proof was the streaks of platinum blonde in her hair that she now covered with the help of a loyal handmaiden of Queen Rhaenyra who welcomed her and offered her refugee in the palace.

"Dana, can you please take these to the royal family, her majesty quit likes these after luncheon" The head cook handed Daena a plate filled to the brim with pastries. She nodded and moved out of the kitchens minding her steps so she won't drop the pastries. She dodged Princess Aegon and Viserys as they ran out of the room followed by their nanny.

Daena walked into the room silently and made her way over to the table. She placed the pastries on the table earning the attention of the Queen and her father. The two of them gave her smiles which she returned before she moved back.

"Dana, can you bring me some wine" Daemon called to his daughter before she could leave the room. Daena noticed the empty pitchers with the other servants.

"Of course, your grace" Daena curtsied to her father before leaving. She may have been in the palace for several years now but she still did not know her way around perfectly.

Daena was never a coward in her life, she faced her father upon his dragon without flinching once even when the dragon roared in her face but now as the minutes ticked and she could not find her way to the cellar or back to the kitchens, even back to the dinning room panic started consuming her.

"What are you doing here?" Daena jumped and turned to face the brunette heir to the throne. She sighed almost relieved that she was not alone anymore and panic started simmering out of her body.

"I got lost, my prince" Daena responded giving a sheepish shrug. Jacaerys did not seem amused with her answer, he even looked suspicious of her.

"Who are you?" Jacaerys took a step closer to her. Daena noticed the look he was giving her and she almost feared him, the Queen warned her on not telling anyone her secret especially her own children. Daena glanced subtly at her hair to make sure that her blonde streaks were hidden well under the hair dye the Queen insisted she placed on her hair, she even took extra measures and styled her hair in a ways that the streaks were not visible much.

"I am Dana, my prince" Daena answered. She gulped when he took another threatening step in her direction.

"Can you please point me in the right direction to the kitchens, my prince?" Daena asked before he could resume interrogating her. Jacaerys stayed silent for a second before pointing to the corridor on the right. She bowed and scrambled in that way without a thank you. Her heart was hammering in her chest from fear, she had to tell her father that Jacaerys was in some way on her.

Daena did not waste time when the head cook dismissed everyone for the night. She made her way to the royal courters where the Queen and her consort husband resided. She knew that she had to come up with a lie for the guards who were surely going to question her appearance so late in the night.

"Inform her majesty that Dana is here to see her, she sent after me" Daena informed the guards. The two looked at each other before one of them stepped into the room. Daena's hands were sweaty and clammy, she did not know what rose the prince's suspicions, she rarely saw him anyways, the Queen assigned her to the kitchens and beside she was strict about wanting her near her children.

"Go in" The guard nodded his head when he stepped back out. Daena gave him a small smile before stepping into the room where Rhaenyra and Daemon were waiting for her by the fireplace still in their morning clothes. She did not know how to approach the situation and stood like in idiot silent.

"You never returned with my wine" Daemon was the one to break the silence first. Daena's eyes widened when she realised that she had completely forgotten about her father's wine. She found the title father funny, she was raised without one until she discovered that he was a prince at eight when her mother was drunk and slipped. She was still hurt at the fact that Daemon gave her mother money to get rid of Daena when she informed him of her pregnancy but she understood, he was a prince and it would be scandalous for people to hear of a bastard.

"Apologies your grace, I was a little occupied" Daena bowed her head. She was not entirely lying.

"Doing what?" Daemon teased stepping closer to her. The man she met at thirteen was nothing like the man that stood in front of her today. And besides he seemed to have warmed up to her over the years and he ceased being hard and mean to her and chose the way of teasing, she was glad that he never punished her like the other servants whens he would do some mistakes and usually faked a punishment for her, he was still her father after all.

"Being lost and then interrogated by Prince Jacaerys" She answered. Rhaenyra's head perked up at the mention of her eldest son. She stood up from the sofa and moved to stand beside Daemon.

"Jace?" The Queen questioned. Daena could only hope that they won't punish her for real this time.

"He found me after I had gotten lost and he seemed like he was suspicious of me and had many questions, your grace" Daena responded. Daemon wrapped an arm around Rhaenyra which Daena figured to calm her down and that only made Daena even more scared.

"He must have grew suspicious when you sent him after Daena" Rhaenyra looked up at her husband. Daena felt shocked that her father would send the heir to the throne after her when she was late.

"You sent him after me?" Daena questioned. Daemon looked over at his daughter and saw the puzzled look on her father. His heart broke almost as much as the days she came over to him just after a dragon ride begging him for help so her mother doesn't turn her into a whore. He remembered the disappointment he felt when he saw the bruises on her body when she took off her cloak, he did not protect his own child, yea he wished she were dead when he heard of the pregnancy but now that she was born and alive many years later he wished he had protected her better.

"You were gone for too long and I grew worried" Daemon answered. A new kind of warmth filled Daena at his words, she felt some kind of love for the first time in her life. Her mother tended to ignore her ever since she could walk and talk on her own, she did not even feed her and she had to go to the other whores who would take care of her while her mother was 'preoccupied'.

"You should stay from Jace from now on, try staying in the kitchens at all time" Rhaenyra ordered. Daena felt sadness creep into her at the order, she would not be able to see her father for a while.

"As you wish, your grace" Daena bowed her head and opted to not look up again as a way to start her training of not seeing her father as a father in the presence of other.

"You may leave" With that said Daena left the room with heavy sadness sitting on her chest knowing she will miss her father over the course of the next couple of weeks.

The Queen's plan did not seem to be working, over the next two weeks Daena bumped into the prince almost every day and one day she did not leave the kitchens at all and whenever she received orders to do some duties outside she would find an excuse to throw the task on someone else, that day Jacaerys himself made his way down to the kitchens faking a need for pastries just to see what Daena was doing, he hand an inkling that she was hiding something and he wanted to know what it was, what if she was loyal to the greens still and wanted to harm his mother?

One day she was dusting the old books in the library, she smiled as she mumbled the names of each book she passed by, she did not know how to read when she first came to the palace but Daemon sent a maester in the dead of the night to teach her and then took it upon himself to teach her high Valyrian until she perfected it.

"I have never seen a servant who could read before" She jumped at the sound of Jacaerys' voice. She turned to face him wide eyed and panting.

"My prince" Daena curtsied to the heir. She kept her head down and eyes down cast, she did not know that with her attempt to avoid him she merely made him even more suspicious.

"Who taught you how to read?" Jacaerys took a step closer trying to corner her so she won't run away like the previous time he was able to question her.

"My father, your grace" She answered, still refusing to face him. Jacaerys placed a hand under her chin and raised her head up to face him. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue just like her mother's thankfully but he did not know that.

"What are you hiding?" Jacaerys asked with accusation lacing his words.

"Nothing, my prince" The lie slipped easily through her lips having trained for many years, whenever someone pointed out her close relationship to the Queen and her consort, she would utter the exact same words, ' There is nothing between me and them'.

"I do not believe that" Jacaerys hissed glaring down at her. She gulped as he used his grip on her chin to push her back against the bookshelves trapping her between it and his body. His hand slid down to wrap around her neck, not quit blocking her airway but making it hard to breath.

"Do not lie to me" His voice was biting and it made the fear in Daena grow much more, making her weak in the knees along with a different feeling she did not know, some kind of heat filled her belly.

"I am not lying" Her voice was strained from the pressure he was applying to her neck.

"Jacaerys!" Jacaerys snapped away from Daena letting her go and putting some distance between them. Daena's hand flew to her neck massaging the hurt skin there as she took small gasps of air. Jacaerys glared at his step father who was the one to interrupt the questioning happening.

"Let the poor girl go" Daemon ordered. Daena gave her father a grateful look, she did not know what Daemon was doing here but she thanked the gods for bringing him here. Daemon's gaze softened when he saw the state Daena was in.

"Go back to the kitchens, Dana" Daemon ordered nodding in the direction of the door. Daena scrambled out of the room hearing now muffled voices as the Prince consort and the heir argued in the library.

That night Jacaerys sent after her and that made her even more afraid but her father assured her that the prince probably wanted to apologies, thats all. She begged him to come with her and he agreed to come through the secret passage way.

She took a deep breath before stepping into the room. Jacaerys was sitting at the edge of the bed with a book in hand, he was wearing a black tunic and pants, not quit for bed but also not for outside of the privacy of his room.

"My prince, you asked for me" Daena was the one to break the silence. She glanced at the wall noticing that the hole in it was still dark meaning her father was still not here with his bright candle to comfort her. Jacaerys placed his book beside him on the bed giving her all his attention.

"Come closer" Jacaerys ordered voice strict. Daena took two steps closer but Jacaerys used his pointer and middle finger to urge her to come closer with an icy expression on his face. She paused when their knees were almost touching, her on her feet and him sitting on the bed.

"If you tell me your secret I give you my word to not harm or punish you" She should have known that the young man would not let go of the subject.

"I have nothing to share, my prince" Daena said stoically, maybe if her reaction was not fear he would let her go, she cannot make him even more suspicious.

"Liar" Jacaerys hissed. He stood up from the bed towering over her. Daena did the stupidest thing and looked up at him and into the eyes showing him that she was not only afraid but nervous. His eyes trialed to her forehead where drops of sweat were forming ready to fall any second now.

"You are a liar, tell me what treason you are planning?" Jacaerys took a step closer to her but she took a couple of steps back putting even more space between their bodies.

"I would not dare" Daena hissed back feeling anger take root instead of her fear. She had enough of this spoiled brat thinking he had right to her personal life, he was as much a bastard as her yet he lived a life of luxury while she was left to the rats and even when she found out she had royal blood in her veins she was pushed to be a servant.

"Liar, you want to take my mother's life, do you not?" Jacaerys stalked over until Daena's back was against the wall. Daena heard the roar of Vermax in the distance masking his rider's emotions, she had no dragon to be proud of, to threaten people with, she was not worthy of one.

"I would never harm the Queen after she showed me kindness" Daena insisted. Jacaerys slammed his hand on the wall beside her head frustrated with her stubbornness, why won't she just confess.

"I do not believe you" Jacaerys glared harder down at her. She noticed the anger in his eyes and that sparked the fear back up into her, there was no one here to save her if he were to harm her or kill her.

"Get away from my daughter. Jacaerys" Daemon's calm voice broke the two apart. Daena sighed in relief seeing not only her father but the Queen as well.

"Your daughter?" Jacaerys was shocked at the new information. Daena used that opportunity, to escape the prince and scramble over to her father who surprisingly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his side as if he was trying to comfort her, this was one of the few times the had any type of physical touch and the first time so intimate.

"She is of my blood" Daemon confirmed nodding his head. Jacaerys looked at his mother who nodded her head to show that she knew of this.

"Why did you not tell us?" Jacaerys asked.

"Leave Daena" The Queen ordered wanting privacy with her eldest. Daena curtsied and left the room feeling her anger very much still alive. That night she did not sleep a wink at all as she let her anger out through reading the books her father had gifted her and she hid under the bed from the other maids' curious eyes. She did not know how things will turn out but she could only hope she won't be kicked out of the palace.

"Daena" She jumped at the sound of her real name and turned to face a now amused Jacaerys, he must think she feared him when she jumped like that. It had been a couple of days since the incident and she had not seen anyone except the servants, even her father she had not seen.

"What?" She asked confused. She had almost forgotten that that was her real name whenever she was in public and after not hearing it for so many years.

"That is your name is it not?" Jacaerys teased. He walked over to a bench and sat down. He patted the space beside him for her to take a seat. She placed the watering can down and moved to sit beside him tense.

"I wanted to apologise to you, my action were not princely at all" Jacaerys' voice was softer than before when he used to speak with her. She was shocked, she did not know how to respond so she stayed silent.

"I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me" He continued leaning forward to see her reaction to his words.

"I admire you for what you did" Daena admitted after a couple of seconds of silence except for the sound of birds and leafs swaying in the summer air.

"You do?" Jacaerys was shocked by her words, he thought she would resent him for being so rude.

"You were protecting your Queen and mother, you faced danger with no fear and that is admirable, if I had actually been a traitor I could have killed you for being suspicious" Daerna finally dared to look at him. Jacaerys smiled a little and nodded his head accepting her compliments.

"I did my duty" Jacaerys shrugged. They both turned at the sound of children's laughter to find Lucaerys running after their brothers Aegon and Viserys while Rhaenyra and Daemon walked side by side watching them with smiles.

"You are lucky you know" Daena whispered feeling tears fill her eyes so she looked away to not show them to the Prince. She had never once played as a child or laughed like this, she never had a relationship with a parent or a sibling before.

"For what?" Jacaerys asked cocking up an eyebrow at her change in demeanour.

"To have a family, I never had that at all. My mother never cared and I never knew my father" Daena wiped under her eyes to rid of the tears. She took a small breath and turned to face him with a small and fake smile.

"Excuse me, my prince" She curtsied and hurried away from the gardens before he could stop her. He reached to grab her hand but she was too fast and left his hand hanging in the air and frown on his face.

Daena decided to fake a sickness and remained the rest of the day in her room. She knew that she overshared and she felt guilty for inflicting such things upon the prince. She could not help herself but feel a little jealous of him, he spent more time with her own father than she did. He had a loving mother dotting on him while her mother viewed her as mere filth under her nails, she did not even go searching for her when Daena ran away. She knew because she visited her to check up on her, she was still her mother after all and found her laughing with a wine cup in her hand while half naked in between some random man's arms. She remembered that day like the back of her hand, she cried for days and that was when Daemon showed her some sympathy and comforted her in her bed with a hand on her back, no more.

Her mother never hugged her or showed her any affection, her father's first hug or whatever it was in Jacaerys' room was merely because she was being attacked and he never came to check on her after, if she was okay or harmed. He was a dutiful father to his other children and even his step children, why couldn't he show her the same love? Of course she would never ask in public but in private when they were alone, without even the Queen there.

Daena buried her head in her pillow to muffle her sobs and cries. She was a horrible person for feeling like this, she should not feel jealousy, even they were bastards they were still royalty, she had no royal title, no lands, she was an almosy whore in Flea Bottom and a current servant, a mere slave in this huge palace.

The next day Daena had dark circles under her eyes and red eyes that she blamed on her allergies. She remained in the library cleaning not wanting to be in anyone's presence, even the servants who she had befriended over the years.

"Are you okay?" Daena tensed at the sound of Daemon's voice. She almost believed that the worry in his voice was fake but when she turned to face him and saw his expression it seemed real.

"Yes, your grace" Daena answered. Daemon frowned at the coldness in her voice. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"I am your father, you can tell me anything" Daemon assured her with a soft smile on his usually rough expression. Daena stepped out of his hold and moved to the other side of the shelves and resumed her cleaning.

"You sure act like it" She rolled her eyes as the sarcastic words leave her mouth. She pulled a huge book from the shelf and wiped the dust off with a damp rag.

"Have I upset you, daughter?" Daemon asked following close behind her.

"Do not call me that" Daena hissed turning to glare at him. She tightened her grip on the rag almost ripping it in half.

"What? Daughter? But that is what you are to me" Daemon furrowed his brows and tried reaching for hands but she pulled away from him.

"I am a mere servant and do not soil your hands with my dirty ones" She moved to leave the library as tears build up in her eyes. Daemon was shocked, she had never been like this before, she has never showed the need for affection and accepted his offer to stay in the palace as a servant so he gave her space that he thought she needed even when it stretched for years. He was quick in grabbing her arm, faster than Jacaerys was and held her in my place.

"What is bothering you?" Daemon questioned. He froze at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

"To feel loved by my parents for once in my life, to have a family and not be mere dirt for people to step on" Daena answered. Jacaerys had hurt her more than she thought he did, if she had been revealed as the bastard of Prince Daemon, no one would question her loyalty ever.

"You are loved by me" Daemon whispered. He pulled her close hugging her to his chest. He felt guilty for letting her get to this point of longing.

"No you do not, you love your real family more" Daena sobbed against his chest. She still held him tight wanting to stay there, to keep feeling the comfort in his arms.

"That is not true, I love you just as much, I may not have been there from the beginning nor was I the best father but I love you still. When you revealed your hair that day I realised my mistake of wanting you dead. You are one of the prettiest girls my eyes have landed on and I am so sorry for letting you feel so unloved" Daemon pulled away half way through his speech and wiped her tears but that did not stop them from gushing down her cheeks.

"All I wanted was your love, I want no last name or lands all i wanted was you" Daena whispered. Daemon leaned his forehead onto hers. It was so unlike him to show emotions or so much of it.

"And you have it, all of it" Daemon whispered. Daena wrapped him in a second hug having not had enough of his comfort, his heat and love. the pair stood there for what felt like hours in each others arms.

That night Daena prepared herself for bed with a smile on her face in her brand new room given to her on the orders of Daemon. It was much bigger than the one she shared with the other servants. A knock on the door broke her train of thoughts and she looked at the door through the mirror she sat in front of.

"Come in" She called. She stood up from the chair and turned to face the door with her robe tightly covering her body and sleeping dress. She was surprised when the brunette prince walked in with a small smile.

"My prince" She curtsied when their eyes met. He stepped over to, he was so close she could almost feel his body.

"Do you like your new room?" He asked looking around them at the room. The bed was to the right almost against the wall with only a small bedside table there to separate the bed from the window overlooking King's Landing. There was a fireplace with a sitting area around it and table if she wished to eat in her room along with a small library and desk.

"Very much, my prince" Daena answered smiling brightly at him. This was the first time he had seen her smile like this.

"Jace" He whispered. His flickered over both of hers then down to her lips and back up again leaving her breathless.

"What?" She tilted her head to the side confused on why he would say his own name.

"Call me Jace" He explained, voice soft and hand reach fore her own. He raised there intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed her knuckles making her gasp, in the eyes of everyone else she was still a servant and if someone were to walk in on them there would be only trouble for the both of them.

"Forgive me, My lady, I have wronged you so many times before" He whispered against the skin of her knuckles.

"All is forgiven ,Jace" She whispered. her heart was beating faster than she thought possible. He could not hold back himself anymore and leaned down capturing her lips with her own. She wrapped her free arm around his neck letting her fingers play with the hair at the back of his head making him sigh against her lips softly. His arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into him as he deepened the kiss while their fingers stayed intertwined.

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