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SINNERS — Chapter 4
After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.
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PAIRING – Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC.
SUMMARY – A year has passed, Maegor's lies are exposed as Aenelys overheard a conversation and they both found themselves in a discussion that was interrupted by an unexpected visit and terrible news..
TW/TAGS – targcest (uncle/niece), age gap, angst, smut (humping, praising), cursing, maegor being his own warning, mentions of death, hurt/comfort, manipulation. if something is missing let me know!!
NOTE – finally i managed to sit and write for this, I'm sorry if it's not perfect, but I'm still struggling with my writer's block.😫 hopefully you'll like this!! pls enjoy🤍✨
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Maegor was unable to take his eyes out of her. His hand found its way to her back, caressing the soft skin beneath his calloused fingertips. His little princess was exhausted after last night, which finished with her limbs shaking and her beautiful doe eyes covered by tears.
Aenelys had been behaving these past year, and Maegor was pleased with it. As long as he made her believe he was hers, nothing could go wrong. He was smarter this time; hiding his mistresses in brothels while her princess remained oblivious of his acts, waiting for his return and opening her soft legs to him because she was getting obsessed with the pleasure he could provide to her.
He was no fool, not at all. He knew there was no way he could be inside her without getting her with child, and that was no good for his plans… he needed her a maiden, he could not allow her to breed a bastard, not when her title and prestige were at risk. Those were two things he needed from her, her title and her legitimate child, but for that he must be patient, wait for the right moment.
But that does not mean he could not have fun with her in the meantime.
Maegor found himself searching for new methods of pleasure that would work for both, one of his favorites will forever be having her plump lips around him. The first time she learned how to please him with her mouth, she was acting shy and flustered, nervously touching him until he decided to control her movements. Aenelys turned out to be strangely good at this, pleasing him like no other.
"Not even the most expensive whore can suck my cock like you do, my sweet dove," he had told her as he wiped the tears off her flushed face. Aenelys smiled widely, feeling proud after realizing that she was better than anyone. She thought that he would only seek release in her after that… but how wrong she was.
There is no secret that Maegor had some carnal need that needed to be fulfilled, and his wish to be inside some tight, wet walls were too overwhelming to be ignored. This is why, after those times where he could not get satisfied by her touch, he would leave once he made sure she was sleeping, and seek that much needed release with someone else; his dear friend and favorite mistress, Tyanna.
Ser Draqos knew about his dirty little secret, for he would guard the princess door each night, seeing how her beloved uncle and lover would leave her alone for some common whore. It was hard for him to understand how Maegor, a man who had in his power a woman as sweet and beautiful as the princess, decided to sneak out like a rat in the middle of the night and lock himself in brothels with other women. It was nonsense that only a fool could understand.
But now Maegor was laying beside her, his big hand on her back as she started to move, her eyes slowly opening as she turned around with a small, sleepy smile. Maegor put his hand around her neck, not squeezing it but leaving it there as a sign of some kind of dominance over her, something that the princess loved to feel.
"How beautiful you look in the mornings," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers in a strangely soft touch. "Did you sleep well?"
"I always sleep well with you by my side," she murmurs in response. Maegor smirked, almost hearing the devotion in her voice.
Without saying a word, he pressed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. Aenelys moaned; the sudden act made her heart flutter, still not getting used to these heated touches that made her limbs go numb. The butterflies on her belly blurred her thoughts as he possesively devoured her lips with a fervor that left her breathless. She squirmed beneath him, so easy to arouse. Maegor knew exactly the effect he had on her, and he knew that if he dared to touch between her legs he would find nothing but her sweet slick running down her thighs. Her flesh begging to be touched.
She sighed as he leaned back, a small string of saliva joining their swollen lips as Maegor's darkened eyes stared at hers with a hunger that made her legs shake. He had woken up with the intention of devouring her in every way, not satisfied with the action that took place the night before. Aenelys felt his hand roaming down her body, a small squeeze on her left breast before he positioned himself between her legs, spreading them open for him to see all of her.
She blushed, looking at him with those beautiful eyes that screamed innocence - or at least what was left of it. Maegor growled, his fingers involuntarily touching her soaked folds as she mewled beneath him, her hips moving upwards as she searched for more of his touch.
"Look how wet you are for me, my sweet doe," he mumbled, towering her body as he leaned forward, a shadow casting over her petite frame and hiding her from the sunlight. "And all of this is for me, right?" He asked using that husky tone that sent her into a submissive and pleading state. She nodded as a response muttering a small 'yes' that could be easily mistaken with soft gasps.
Maegor, discontent with that answer, put his hand back around her neck and squeezed it. Aenelys purred under his touch and a smug grin appeared on her uncle's lips.
"I made you a question, princess," he murmured as he brushed his nose against her cheek. "Answer me." His low voice caused chills down her spine, making her pearl throb with excitement.
"It's- it's all for you," she replied in a sigh, her voice thin and weak as he pressed himself against her. His length felt the warmth of her folds and a groan left his lips as she moved her hips, starting to hump on him.
"Good girl…" he sighed.
Maegor then started to move as well, his hips meeting hers in slow but hard movements that made her whine. His hardness rubbing against her swollen bud almost made her eyes roll, her hands holding onto his shoulders at the same time he kissed her. The muffled noises of their passion were echoing in the room.
"I can't wait to be inside you, my dear," he whispered against her lips, "I bet you would feel so good around my cock, squeezing me with that tight cunny of yours."
His words did nothing but to increase her arousal, her cheeks turning red as her mind flooded with images of him claiming her as his. Her mouth dropped open with a whine, her clit throbbing as he used his free hand to press himself further into her soaked flesh. Aenelys closed her eyes, her back arching as his grip around her neck tightened even more.
"Does it feel good, byka mēre?" Little one. That bloody nickname sent waves of heat all over her trembling body as she whimpered a response. "Are you going to cum? I can hear how wet you are, love… So needy for me."
She felt the knot of her lower belly starting to form, searching for that needed release as his name fell from her lips like a sacred prayer. After he let go of her neck, his lips wrapped around one of her sensitive nipples, licking and sucking the delicate bud as she frowned in pleasure and her whole body shook. The stimulation between her legs, plus his hungry mouth roughly working on her breasts, made her see stars behind her eyelids, her limbs shaking as her cries of pleasure became louder.
Aenelys fell apart beneath his thick frame, crying his name as she reached her overwhelming climax. Her breathing was fast, ragged. Her eyes closed as he kept moving trying to find his release - which was far to come.
After a few seconds, Maegor kept going in an useless attempt to feel that knot in his gut. The stimulation was not enough for him, and the frustration was growing inside him, losing his patience. Aenelys started to cry even louder, the overstimulation being too much that it became a bit painful. Maegor groaned.
He let go, trying to use his hand but it was still not enough. Aenelys saw his struggle and she tried to make things better as she noticed how his patience was hanging from a thin thread.
"I can… I can use my mouth-"
"Be quiet," he snapped at her as he stood up, lurking for his clothes around her chambers.
Aenelys covered her nudity with the thin sheets of her bed, staring at Maegor as a tiny feeling of inefficiency filled her chest, almost making her cry. It was not the first time this would happen, and even when she would offer to please him in other ways, he would grab his things and leave her room… just like he did this time.
The princess felt a slight pain in her heart as she was left alone, trying to convince herself that the next time will be different. Trying to convince herself that he went to the training yard instead of a brothel.
Though she was not very sure of that.
A few minutes later passed before one of her loyal maids entered her room, preparing a warm bath for her. Aenelys found herself relaxing in the water while Henela washed her hair. The princess had been unable to focus on anything besides what happened with Maegor, she wondered what she could do to be better for him, to please him and leave him satisfied.
"Are you still a maiden, Henela?" The princess suddenly asked, the lady almost blushed at the question.
"Uh… no, princess, I'm not," she hid her nervousness behind an awkward giggle.
"So you know how to properly please a man, right?" Aenelys asked again without shame. She turned around looking up at the flustered maid, the curiosity shining through her eyes.
"Well, there's many ways to please a man," Henela explained, going to search for the princess' robe. "You can use your hands, or your mouth-"
"I have done those things-"
"Have you?" She interrupted with surprise.
"I have," Aenelys nodded, standing from the tub and wrapping the robe around her body. "But it seems as if they are not enough… Is there anything else I could do to please him?"
The shock on Henela's face was undisguisable.
"I'm not quite sure what else you can do, those things usually work," she murmured, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "Has he ever… been inside you?"
Aenelys shook her head, "he does not want to," she sadly said. "He says a princess shall always wait for marriage."
"Is he planning to wed you?" Henela curiously asked.
"Yes," she nodded excitedly, "Though I'm not quite sure when, but I know we will get married someday…" Henela felt a tingle of pity on her chest after seeing her dreamy eyes and knowing the truth about Maegor. "He gave me this necklace when I was sixteen," Aenelys said as she grabbed the pendant hanging around her neck, "I think he gave it to me as a promise…"
"Pardon me for my intrusion, my princess, but is he not already married?" Henela asked.
Aenelys smile trembled a little and she shook her head, as if she was trying to downplay the situation she was in.
"Oh, yes, but here we're free, and we can get married even if he's married in Westeros, can we not?" she shrugged, still with a soft smile on her face that was so hard to watch for her maid. "Besides, Ceryse does not love him, not like I do. He deserves a good wife, someone who can give him what he wants."
"What does he want?"
"A child!" Aenelys excitedly said.
"Oh…" she simply said.
"How lovely would it be to be carrying his child," Aenelys murmured, standing in front of the mirror and placing her hand on her belly. "But firstly, I need to know how to properly please him. Is there any advice?"
Henela sighed, "Men usually like it when women take control or seem to be confident in the marital bed," she explained, "for that you need to be on top, riding him."
"Like a horse?"
Her maid giggled softly, "not quite, but the movements are rather the same. Moving your hips in circles or back and forth, it drives them crazy."
"Does it?"
Henela nodded.
"Please, also remember that men like to hear your pleasure, so you have to be loud, but try not to be too obvious about it or they will know you are lying."
"That is a bit confusing," Aenelys giggled. Henela laughed too.
"Men are complicated, my princess, but if there is something that can keep them interested is a good sexual companion… I'm sure Prince Maegor would be rather infatuated once he gets to bed you."
"You think?" Aenelys blushed.
"Definitely, my princess," she nodded. "Sometimes we can get them to do as we please by just opening our legs, they always think with their cocks."
"Henela!" She gasped, laughing at the word she used and slightly blushing. It was not very common for her to hear a lady using that term.
"It is the truth!" Henela giggled, making her sit in a chair in order to brush her hair.
"I think the fact he's waiting for me is the purest act of love," Aenelys murmured, her silly smile and dreamy eyes coming back to enlighten her face. "The fact that he stopped seeing his whores is proof that he actually loves me, right?"
The way the princess smiled made her feel pity again; she could only ask for the truth to be out. She simply nodded, hiding the guilt behind a soft look in her eyes. Henela had a special spot for the princess, and she was not going to be the one telling Maegor's little secret and eventually breaking her heart.
A few hours later she was walking towards the dining room to break her fast. A freshened look on her face as she had taken a hot bath and had her braids done by Henela, leaving any trace of sadness behind after what had happened inside her room. She kindly smiled at everyone who crossed her path; the princess had known how to win every servant's heart, which is why they would always give her pity glances as she walked - they knew what her beloved uncle did behind her back. No one dared to say a word, everyone was too afraid of the Prince to even think about confessing his lie.
Everyone but Draqos, who was standing in the hall being threatened by a very angry Maegor. Aenelys found them, slowing her pace and quietly approaching the corner to spy. She was able to see her uncle's back and Draqos' face under the sunlight. She frowned, noticing how her loyal guard was visibly mad, his eyes throwing daggers at the man in front of him as they seemed to have a not so friendly conversation.
She was not able to hear clearly, but her heart ached when she heard his last words before he left: "Consider yourself dead if you dare to tell her about this."
Aenelys frowned, her confused expression being plastered in her face as she leaned back in the wall trying to make sense of what Maegor had just said. That is when a hand was pressed on her shoulder, a touch so gently and caring. Draqos looked down at her lilac eyes, and with a single glance he knew that he had heard part of the conversation.
"What did he mean?" she asked softly, trying not to jump into conclusions.
"Princess, you shouldn't have heard that," Draqos sighed, almost looking ashamed.
"But I did," she firmly replied, "what did he mean?" she repeated, her eyes never leaving his as she was forcing him to answer her. "I demand you to tell me what is going on."
The inner struggle was obvious in his eyes as he immediately looked away, unable to resist the temptation to tell her the truth if he was staring at her. Aenelys silently pleaded for an answer.
"He will not hurt you if you decide to speak to me," she told him, softly speaking in an attempt to make him talk. "I will make sure you are safe, I promise."
With that, Draqos was easily convinced. His sweet princess was begging for an answer and he was not going to be the one to deny her of it. He would never deny her anything.
"I'm afraid the prince has been seen occasionally escaping during the nights, and sometimes during the days," he started, his voice somewhat soft as if he was trying to make everything less painful. "He visits the brothels almost every week, seeking companionship in the arms of a courtesan named Tyanna."
Aenelys pressed her lips into a thin line as she took in the heartbreaking news of the not so unexpected treason. Draqos got a bit worried when he did not see sadness in her eyes; he saw anger. Her soft, doe eyes turned into flames as she imagined that woman touching what belonged to her.
"How long has this been going on?" she asked.
Draqos took a deep breath, "it has never stopped, my princess."
She sighed, a shaky sigh that almost broke his heart.
"I need you to promise me something, Ser Draqos," Aenelys softly spoke as she took a step closer and looked up at him. Their closeness would not be well seen if someone walked in, but he was not going to be the one to push her away.
"Anything," he whispered, his deep brown eyes looking at her lilac ones with a devotion she wished to see in Maegor.
"You are my protector, you sworn yourself to me when we first arrived here," she said as she grabbed his hand. "I do not want just your protection. I want your loyalty and sincerity. Do not lie or hide things from me again."
"Princess-"
"Promise me," she demanded.
"I promise you," he answered without missing a beat, not even doubting himself. "My princess, I will always be loyal to you… Until my last breath."
Aenelys nodded, taking in his words and closing her eyes when he leaned to kiss her forehead, his lips lingering there longer than they should have; it brought some sense of peace and calmness. The princess muttered a small 'thank you', before she took a step back and looked at the floor, as if she was avoiding his stare. She excused herself before her expression hardened again and she walked away from him.
With a single glance to her determined steps, he knew where she was walking to, so he walked behind her just to make sure she would be safe.
Aenelys reached for the door and pushed it open, hard enough to disrupt the calm environment that had been established in the dining room. Maegor frowned as he looked at her, the sign of dried tears in her rosy cheeks immediately worked as a warning that something was not right, and the realization hit when Draqos stood behind her.
"Leave," she ordered to all the servants that were staring at her with curious eyes. Everyone left, except for Draqos. "You too," she told him.
"Princess-"
"Go," she interrupted him. Draqos doubted for a second, staying still while giving quick glances to Maegor; he did not trust him. However, he eventually turned around, reluctantly leaving the room.
Aenelys saw Maegor leaning back in the chair; his legs spreaded, his jaw moving as he was eating while a small grin appeared on his face. She knew he was going to tease her, a daring provocation in order to make her explode; she tried not to get caught up in that, but her feelings were all over the place, her heart was beating too fast and the ache in her chest did not seem to cease.
"You lied to me," she murmured, trying to make her voice not break.
"Did I?"
"You did!"
"Ah…" he scoffed, drinking from his tea as if she was not falling apart in front of him. "When did I lie to you, darling?"
"You are fucking a whore, Maegor," she mumbled, wiping a rebel tear as she looked to the floor. A small tsk was heard from his side.
"Well, that's the thing, little one." He stood up, and he slowly started to approach her. "I do not remember telling you I'd stopped fucking whores. It is not a lie if I never said it, is it? You just assumed it."
There was a silence where Maegor reached for her face, cupping her cheek with his hand as his thumb wiped the tears away. It was a gesture so delicate and soft that it almost made her sigh; her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, and her heart skipped a beat. It brought some calmness to the turmoil of feelings inside her chest. His softness, that was hardly ever shown, made her almost melt into his touch once again, but then his own voice made her wake up from the trance he had put her in.
"Who told you?"
That mere question brought her back to reality. She thought about how many people knew about it for him to ask such thing. She thought about how ridiculous she must have been seen by the servants that already knew about it, for she would never hide her undying loyalty and devotion to him.
She pushed his hand away from her, taking a step back as the anger consumed her once again.
"No one did!" she replied, raising her voice. "You really think I was never going to find out about this?"
"My sweet doe," he softly spoke, trying to calm her down. "You need to understand that a man has needs-"
"I'm the one who should be satisfying your needs!" She yelled. "I'll be your wife, I will marry you, not her!" She spat the last words with utter disgust.
He took a deep breath, slowly starting to lose his patience.
"I know that very well," he whispered, taking a step closer. "But there are different kinds of pleasure that you cannot provide me with. You know that."
"I do not care!" She yelled again, this time pushing him away. Maegor was taken by surprise, and he almost lost his balance. Pure shock on his eyes as he saw her unexpected outburst. "I can be all that for you if you only give me the chance!" She whined. "I'm right here, uncle! I'm yours, and I will always be yours. Why can you not understand?!"
His anger was immediately shown as he unexpectedly wrapped his hand around her jaw, digging his fingers into her flesh - strong enough to make her stay still. Her eyes widened in surprise, a slight panic running through her eyes as she saw the rage written all over his face. She whined, now out of pain.
"You cannot understand simple things, can you?" He muttered so close to her face that she was able to feel his hot breath against her lips. "Is your brain so small that it cannot comprehend anything? You think I haven't fucked you because I do not wish for it?" He scoffed. "Oh, you silly little thing. I could spread your legs and bury my cock on that needy cunt of yours right here if that is what I want, but I won't; because I'm smart, and I'm patient, you know why? Because I could easily fuck a bastard into you." Those last words were spat with rage, the kind of feeling he had never felt with her up to this point.
He was wondering how she could not understand what he had been explaining to her for months. Her obliviousness to certain things made him furious.
"Is that what you want?" He continued, tightening his grip. "A bastard is a weapon against maidens as you, something they can use to steal your rightful position in the throne, is that what you want? People calling you the whore princess because you opened your legs to someone who's not your husband? Don't act stupid, I know you are more clever than that."
He let her go, and she stumbled backwards as she touched her jaw trying to soothe the tingling pain that was left there. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he stared at her teary eyes. Maegor then approached her again, two of his fingers lifting her chin forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Listen to me, my love," his tone changed, returning to be the soft and gentle one he would always use with her. "You want to feel me inside that tight cunny of yours? You want me to breed you until your womb is filled with my seed? That is fine, and you'll have all of that…" he made a pause, appreciating the red on her cheeks produced by his words. "But for that you'll have to wait until we marry. Is that clear for you?"
She nodded, reluctantly.
"Answer me," he demanded.
"Yes…" she replied in a thin voice, and he smiled pleasantly.
"That's a good girl," he muttered before he leaned and left a soft kiss on her forehead. A chill ran down her back, a sense of uneasiness settled in her chest. She remembered Draqos giving her the same gesture, and causing the complete opposite emotion. "Now… this is the last time I will bear one of these tantrums, do you hear me? I will not forgive you again."
She was about to answer, but the door was suddenly open and Draqos walked in. He noticed the marks on her jawline, he saw the tears in her eyes and the way she looked away from him, avoiding any eye contact. He clenched his jaw as he bowed in front of them, wanting nothing to scream at Maegor for hurting such a delicate maiden like her.
He hid his rage towards the prince as a serious semblance was drawn in his face, clearing his throat before he made his announcement.
"Prince, Princess… The Dowager Queen is here," he informed.
Aenelys looked up at Maegor, trying to find the same surprise on his face, but he remained nonchalant to the words of the knight, almost as if he was expecting his mother to arrive.
Before Aenelys could express her confusion, Visenya entered the dining room, dressed with her riding attire and wearing an unreadable expression on her stern visage. The princess noticed how her eyes scanned her body, her expression slightly changing when she noticed the marks on her neck, but returning to be a hard look when she paid further attention to the marks that were left by her son's tight grip.
"Mother," Maegor greeted her, bowing before her and grabbing her hand to kiss the back of it. "What brings you here?"
"I'm afraid I've come all this way to inform you both of something not very pleasant," she started, her voice low and almost lacking any emotion. Visenya turned to look at Aenelys and she sighed as she grabbed her hands; it was at that moment that the princess felt her heart skip a beat. "Is your father, princess," Visenya sighed.
"My father?" She asked with slight confusion.
Visenya looked at her son before looking back at the girl in front of her.
"The King unexpectedly died last night in Dragonstone."
She felt the tears clouding her eyes, her nose itching and that agonizing feeling on her chest. She covered her lips with her hand as a sign of shock and disbelief, feeling as if the world had fallen on her shoulders and the weight of guilt was pressing against her chest, causing her to breathe rapidly and unevenly. Aenelys looked at Maegor, whose face was lacking any surprise - she was too shocked to recognize the mischievous glint on his devilish eyes.
"How… How did it happen?" she managed to speak between deep breaths and sobs.
"The war weakened him," she explained. Aenelys was taken aback by this new information.
Information that Maegor already knew and decided to hide from her.
"What war?" Aenelys asked again.
"The war with the Faith Militant," she explained, "The High Septon took your disappearance as an offense, for his niece is Maegor's legitimate wife. People in King's Landing are accusing your father of promoting this relationship between you both, and they raised against his reign."
Her dress suddenly felt tighter, the difficulty to breath making her gasp as the tears fell down her cheeks. Her eyes looked at Draqos, the despair and desperation was clearly visible in her face. He took a step forward, but Maegor grabbed her first. The princess buried her face on his chest while his hand went to her hair, cooing against her ear while she uncontrollably sobbed, soaking his shirt with her tears.
Suddenly, the entire discussion with Maegor was easily forgotten, for the pain in her heart was bigger and almost unbearable. The guilt making it impossible for her to calm down.
"Your mother and siblings are waiting for you in Dragonstone for the funeral," Visenya informed her, "King's Landing and the Iron Throne are now empty…"
Aenelys thought it was quite odd the way she pronounced those kasts words, but her mind was too blurry to even try to process them. Maegor, however, found himself understanding the message between the lines, and he held her close to his chest and gave a soft nod to his mother. Things had never been clearer.
It was time for him to take what was rightfully his, claim his position as King of the Seven Kingdoms, and make Aenelys his queen.
Everything went exactly how he wanted.
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How would Yandere!Aegon I, Aemond, Daemon and Margor react to a Stark!Reader who refused to marry them on religious grounds? (As in she doesn’t want to marry and have children with someone that doesn’t worship the Old Gods)
I’m still having a hard time writing Daemon and I have no idea if anyone can tell through my writing. Anyways, enjoy!
TW: Somnophilia, dubcon, kidnapping(?), and stalking.
Aegon I (The Conqueror)
Aegon was a persistent man. When he wanted something he would eventually get it even if it took him a while.
None were surprised when after the Lord of Winterfell finally bent the knee to him, Aegon soon set his eyes on conquering another part of the North. The Lord of Winterfell’s sister. Unlike most that had come before her, she was not bending over backward to fulfill his every want nor was she cold and distant. She was dismissive, as though he didn’t have a dragon perched outside the walls of the cold castle. The more she acted as if he was not there, the more attention he paid to her.
He soon learned she was unwed and that every day she would take a stroll out to a tree that he had been told was where they worshipped the Old Gods. While his sister-wives were entertained by the feasts the northerners put together in their honor, Aegon found himself following Lady Stark out into the forest. He tried his best not to be seen. He watched as she knelt in front of the tree’s face for several minutes before getting up to leave. He didn’t follow her back that night. He only stayed for a few moments longer and watched the tree. He knew nothing about the Old Gods and why the northerners worshipped them. Truthfully, he didn’t care enough to know. He couldn’t see why it would be so important to him.
The next morning as Visenya and Rhaenys still slumbered, as well as most of the castle, Aegon went to the Lord of Winterfell. With the Lady barely giving him the time of day, he knew he wouldn’t get the answer he wanted so he decided to ask her brother for her hand in marriage. The man agreed quickly, stating that his sister only needed to agree, and once she did they would be wed.
Aegon had not expected an immediate yes but he hadn’t expected the Lady to say no so quickly and with so little thought. She refused to marry him due to her Gods. The Gods he did not worship. She stated that she could not marry nor bare children for a man who did not understand her Gods or the way of her people. Aegon had suggested that a Weirwood tree be brought to King’s Landing for her to which she only laughed, claiming he clearly understood nothing of what it represented. With a forced smile, he nodded and left the Lady to herself.
That night he had asked his dear sister-wife Rhaenys to find a Weirwood tree and place it in King’s Landing. She left without question and when Visenya raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an answer he gave none.
He went to the Lord of Winterfell again who patted Aegon on the shoulder and pitied him for the rejection. Aegon had only to remind the Lord of the two dragons that stood outside his gates and what had happened to his previous enemies when they went against him. It was a threat and the Lord could see that. It was something Aegon appreciated because he didn’t care to dance around this for much longer.
The next morning, Visenya made sure that their things were packed and atop their dragons. Along with Lady Stark’s belongings. When the Lady herself was brought into the room in which Aegon stood with her brother, the look of boredom that was present on her face every time she saw Aegon was wiped away with a look of worry. Aegon stood back as her brother explained to her that she would not be wed to Aegon, as she wished, but she would be going to King’s Landing with him. When a look of confusion appeared on her beautiful face Aegon smiled and took her hands and told her that she would live with him as his mistress. She would not need to bare him any children and a Weirwood tree had been brought to her new home for her.
It may not have been what he wanted initially but perhaps after years as his mistress and years without a child of her own, Aegon could only hope that the love he showed her would be enough for her to finally agree to wed him but for now, he could settle for this.
Maegor
When it is whispered that the Stark family might join his nephew in rebelling against his claim to the throne, Maegor himself goes to Winterfell to sort things out with the Lord of Winterfell. When he first arrived, though, it was not the Lord that caught his eye but one of his daughters. She was beautiful, Maegor noted, but that was not what drew him to her. There was a fire in her eyes that he had truly ever seen in dragons when she looked at him.
That night, as he was talking to the Lord of Winterfell, he brought up his daughter. He claimed she was a Snow, a bastard, but he had loved her mother very much and had agreed to raise her alongside his sons. Maegor seeing the opportunity had suggested that if the Lord held no objections to Maegor marrying her, he would simply forget about the talks of the Starks rebelling. The Lord quickly agreed, knowing how Maegor handled his enemies and he wasn’t going to disagree with the man whilst his dragon, the same dragon that frightened his father enough to bend the knee, was outside the castle walls. Despite his agreeing to give his daughter's hand to Maegor, he warned the king of how devoted his daughter was to the Old Gods. Maegor simply laughed and said that it could be dealt with.
The next morning, as they were breaking their fast, Lord Stark announced the union that would be had between their House and House Targaryen. When his daughter heard this news she immediately protested but it didn’t matter. Maegor had already decided she was to be his wife so under his command he had his men take her to her rooms and have her locked in there. She was only to be let out that night when they were to be married. Lord Stark said nothing as the guards took away his daughter, who only spat in Maegor’s direction before she was out of view. When everyone at the table was settled again, Maegor smirked and said to no one in particular, “I think I will enjoy this marriage.”
When night fell he stood before the Weirwood tree and awaits his bride. When she was walked down to Maegor by her father, her beautiful dress could not hide the chains Maegor had requested be placed on her. She glared at him the entire ceremony and after she said her vows, she declared that this was a mockery of The Old Gods. Maegor refused to acknowledge her as the ceremony continued and when it ended he brought her to the chambers he was staying in by himself, although, he refused to remove the chains. She would learn that despite his name, he could treat the things he wanted well as he believed he did when he had their wedding ceremony before her precious Weirwood tree.
Daemon
Daemon had asked the sister of Lord Stark to marry him on several occasions. The first time in his youth and the most recently after his first wife had died. He made no secret his love for the Stark woman. Proclaiming she was his to anyone that had ears. She was not his, of course, as she would remind people. She never would be. She could never marry anyone who did not understand and worship the Old Gods. She would not compromise on this it infuriated Daemon because he was no king and his brother had refused to make the match on the grounds that the Lady, herself refused.
So, Daemon watched her. He was lucky enough that she lived in King’s Landing as one of the queen’s lady-in-waiting. When many thought he snuck down to the city and the depravity below them, he only snuck through the hidden passageways in the castle to find Lady Stark in her chambers. She mostly read or slept and when he saw her leave her room he would enter it. Searching for things that smelt like her. Once, he found her nightgowns and decided to take them all. Knowing that until she could have more purchased for herself she would have to sleep naked. It was something he enjoyed watching immensely. He didn’t know if she knew that he was behind the stolen clothes or if he watched her every step but even if she did, he would not stop.
Eventually, though, as most Ladies-in-waiting do, she got married. It was to a man who belonged to a Northern House a house no one could really remember. He did pray to The Old Gods, though, and apparently, that was enough for the woman he had so longed to marry to agree to be another man’s wife. Luckily, because he was not the Lord of his House the Queen could request that they stay in King’s Landing.
Daemon was glad that his love wasn’t going to be taken away from him but he couldn’t help but roll his eyes and glare daggers into the ungrateful man that his Lady now called her husband. At the feast to celebrate such a joyous event, Daemon made sure to sneak out when the newly married couple decided to take their leave for the night. He hide in his usual spot and watched as his Lady undressed for her new husband and laid down on the bed with her legs open for him. Daemon pulled out his own hard cock at the sight of her naked form. Her breasts her soft and he would give anything to taste her cunt. Her new husband didn’t even think to have her on his tongue, he only climbed on the bed and thrust his cock into her.
Daemon watched as her tits bounced with every thrust and pumped his own cock harder when she moaned. Her own husband had finished before she had and rolled off of her and promptly fell asleep. Daemon bit the inside of his cheek to not growl at the thought. How could a man have this beautiful northern lady underneath him and not have her cum with pleasure? He stayed long enough for her to fall asleep and he debated with himself for a few seconds on if he should enter the room.
Her husband had drunk so much wine, Daemon doubted that a wild horse running about their chambers would wake him. His lady had also had a fair amount to drink, especially after her husband had fallen asleep. So after a moment of rationalizing to himself, Daemon snuck into the chambers for the first time that she was also in there as well. He walked over to her side of the bed with his cock still out. He knew simply jerking off to her would no longer simply suffice. So he positioned himself on the bed carefully, so as not to jostle her husband or wake her, and slipped his hard cock into her. Her poor cunt was still wet and after a few slow and deep thrusts, he could tell it was just begging to be pleased.
He leaned down and latched his mouth onto one of her soft tits to muffle his moans as he continued to thrust into her. He brought one hand to her weeping cunt and rubbed at her clit. She clenched around his cock which made him buck harder into her. She moaned in her sleep but did not wake and when Daemon was sure she wouldn’t wake he continued until he felt her clenching again and soaking his cock with her creamy cum. When he felt her release he quickened his own thrusts and finally spilled his seed in her. When he pulled away he stood and looked down at his Lady. Her cunt was a mess of her own cream as well as her husband’s and Daemon’s seed. He snuck out of the chambers the same way he came in and told himself he would find another opportunity to taste her on his tongue.
Nearly nine moons after her wedding she gave birth to a son and when Daemon finally saw him he smiled in triumph. The babe had patchy white hair on the top of his head and large lilac eyes. Despite her marrying another man, Daemon had still managed to make it so they were bonded through blood.
Aemond
When Aemond is sent out to all of the great Houses of Westeros to gain the support of his brother he wasn’t expecting his attention to be grabbed by a widowed Stark. While the Lord would deliberate and talk to his counselors, Aemond would find himself sitting with the Lady and talking. He learned of how her husband was a Stark and how he died of a fever a little less than a year ago. When Aemond offered her his sympathies she only smiled sadly and shook her head saying, “I prayed to The Old Gods, and they saw it right to take him. Who am I to argue with that?”
After their talks, Aemond would find the library in Winterfell and read about The Old Gods. They clearly meant quite a bit to this widow. When he searched out a maester who resided in Winterfell and believed in The Old Gods, he told Aemond that the widow he had his eye on would never marry him nor bare his children because he did not worship The Old Gods. Aemond refused to believe the old man and on his second week in Winterfell, he went to his dear widow and asked for her hand. She smiled sadly at him and declined. Claiming that she had grown to care for Aemond and that despite her love for The Old Gods she would never want him to pretend to believe in something he truly didn’t. She kissed him on the cheek in parting and left.
Aemond didn’t know what to do with himself. He was certain he loved the sad woman despite barely knowing her. He wouldn’t force her to marry him and she was right, as fascinating as The Old Gods seemed, he didn’t believe in them. When he realized that his affection for her couldn’t go on any longer he drowned himself in ale with a rather burly northerner.
The northern man took pity on Aemond and brought him to the only brothel in Winterfell, there Aemond found a woman who looked like his widow from behind. He spent the entire night with her and when he married her the next day he was still slightly drunk because that was the only way he could look at her face and see the woman he truly wanted. By the time he left Winterfell, he did not have the North’s allegiance to the new king nor the widow he had coveted but a new wife who when he bedded her he would moan the name of another.
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Lady Targaryen and her daughter Princess Visenya Targaryen are having dinner with Queen Visenya. (Yandere mother-in-law Queen Visenya.)
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Only a Dragon
pairing: Fanon!Maegor Targaryen x Female OC
summary: Aenora Targaryen, twin sister of Princess Rhaena Targaryen and older sister to Aegon, Viserys, Jaehaerys, Alysanne and Vaella and Aegon Targaryen's betrothed, or is she?
Word count: 3,9K
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Kidnapping, Exile, Forced marriage, Smut, Childbirth, Maegor is a warning on his own
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Aenora did not know what was going on when she was rudely woken up from her sleep by her great aunt, Visenya, in the middle of the night. The woman hurriedly made Aenora change her nightgown to a maid's dress along with a cloak and sneaked her out of her room and the Red Keep, trying as hard as possible not to notify the workers still working on the red walls. Aenora tried to resist but she was no match to the warrior woman despite her age.
"Where are you taking me, sodjisto?" Aunt. Aenora rubbed her eyes tiredly. Visenya did not answer and pulled her harder. Aenora felt sleep slip out of her as the cold night air welcomed her. Her eyes trailed around the yard to find Vaghar waiting her and her aunt's presence.
"What is the meaning of this?" Aenora questioned. Eyes never leaving those of Vaghar. The dragon glared right back at the girl.
"Climb up child" Visenya ordered. The lack of Dark Sister did not make her the less intimidating. That woman helped unite the seven kingdoms, she was a warrior queen.
"Where are we going?" Aenora asked. The ten and six name days old girl reached carefully to touch Vagahr's snout. She had her own dragon, Crystalwing, a male dragon as white as snow with fire as blue as the sky with yellow eyes, what earned him the name Crystalwing was the shimmering of his white body under the sun, Aenora has been ridding him since her tenth name day when he was large enough to hold her safely on his back.
"Maegor is awaiting us" Visenya finally answered. Aenora turned to look at the older woman in confusion, why was her uncle waiting for her?
"What of Crystalwing?" Aenora questioned. Visenya stepped forward placing a hand on Aenora's cheek firmly. Her eyes sparked as watched the frown on Aenora's face simmer away.
"We will return for him" Visenya promised. Aenora gulped but nodded her head believing every single word uttered by her great aunt. She shuffled to the rope on Vaghar's side and struggled a little climbing up the beast.
Visenya smirked victorious climbing after Aenora taking her place behind the small girl. She ordered her dragon to fly just as guards swarmed the yard. Aenys, Aenora's father followed with her mother Alyssa screaming for Visenya to land again. The Queen listened not to them and headed to Dragonstone with a very concerned Aenora.
"Father did not know?" Aenora felt tears prick at her eyes. She loved her father dearly, her mother was overbearing always telling her that it was her duty to marry her brother Aegon when she gets he is of age, her having already had her moon's blood at ten and three. Aegon still had three more years to reach his adult age of ten and six but it seems their marriage will never happen. Aenora was glad so, she did not hold such affections for her brother but she was ready to do her duty.
"He did not agree no, but he knew this was going to happen some day" Visenya responded. She personally delivered the request to Aegon her brother/husband when Aenora and Rhaena were born but he had refused her and then when Aenys rose to the throne she had the same request, one of the twins to marry Maegor, but was denied again. Aegon refused the match because of the age difference of eleven years however Aenys refused it with fear of Maegor usurping his throne.
"Will he be angry with me?" Aenora wondered. Visenya had no answer and focused on her dragon landing on Dragonstone. The sun has begun rising in the horizon and the sky was turning a shade of orange and pink. Maegor was awaiting their arrival in the yard with a maester by his side.
"Mother, niece" He greeted. He had a smirk of sorts on his face, it caused shivers to run down Aenora's body.
"Come my dear, we have much to do and so little time" Visenya wrapped an arm around Aenora's shoulder once both were on solid ground again.
"What are we to do? What is going on?" Aenora pulled away from the Queen and took several steps away from the trio. Vaghar grumbled annoyed before taking flight leaving the yard looking empty. Visenya's eyes hardened as she looked at the angry girl.
"Has your mother not taught you manners? That is no way to speak to a Queen" Maegor was more amused than angry at Aenora. She looked adorable angry, thinking she could fight him and his mother, he was almost twice her height and size with Dark Sister strapped by his side while she was a small girl, short with no weapon except her tongue.
"My mother taught me what I needed but when I get taken against my will with no information I think not manners matter anymore, uncle" His title left her lips dripping venom. He wondered what his brother told his children of him, they were not close they never were and Maegor lived on Dragonstone as its rightful owner although Aenys did have sons, three for that matter.
"Sweet girl, no need to worry or tire your weak brains" Maegor was the only one brave enough to step closer to the enraged girl. Aenora did not hesitate to throw a punch at him when he was close enough, her eyes widened when he did not move or seem the least bit affected, his head stayed in place unlike when her brother would punch soldiers during training and his lips quirked up in a smile. He thought she looked like a mouse, eyes wide and lips parted in shock.
"I am not a sweet girl and my brains are not weak" She hissed not growing dishearten by her failed attempt at hurting her uncle.
"Then you should know why you are here" Maegor pointed out. One of his hands rested on the hilt of Dark Sister, a silent threat, while the other moved to push the hood of her cloak off her head showing her short platinum hair, it barely reached her shoulders almost like a man's would.
"You are already married" Aenora pointed out. Maegor laughed loudly at her words, she sounded desperate.
"Have you forgotten that we are Valyrians, your grandfather had two wives and I shall have two as well" Maegor leaned closer to her so their faces were almost on the same level.
"Uncle, please" Aenora pleaded. Maegor felt his heart grow softer at her wavering voice. He leaned closer to place a loving kiss on Aenora's forehead if there was any love in that kiss, Aenora did not feel it.
"Listen to the Queen" Maegor instructed. Aenora sighed in defeat, looking up into his eyes. She prayed in her head for her father to come flying in but he did not, there was no sound of another dragon or the sighting of it. Aenora was sure Maegor had men on the roof to inform him at the sight of a dragon, Maegor was no idiot.
"Go" He urged. He placed a hand on her lower back pushing her gently toward his mother. Despite how gentle he was Aenora stumbled a little, she wondered what would have become of her if he were to push her with all his strength. She cursed herself for feeling butterflies in her belly. Maegor was a better match than Aegon who was in love with Rhaena.
Aenora made no more complains and followed after Queen Visenya who dressed her in robes fit for a princess. She stayed silent the entire walk to where Maegor waited for her in matching robes with some witnesses among them Ceryse who looked beyond furious. Aenora felt sad for the woman but no guilt which concerned her, when did she begin feeling like this was right? Was it when her father told her of Maegor's adventures or was it when Maegor crushed rebellion after rebellion for her father?
It was Queen Visenya who officiated the marriage in the ways of old Valyria. Maegor insisted on a feast being held in the main hall of Dragonstone. Maegor never smiled in his life and he did not that day either but his eyes held a mischievous glint to them, Aenys may have the throne for he had his first born daughter.
On action of Maegor surprised Aenora beyond imagination, he asked if she were comfortable with a bedding ceremony, he worried for her comfort, that was so unlike Maegor that even Queen Visenya's eyes widened in horror. Aenora replied with "You may have forced me into this but now you are my lord husband, I must prove to you and the realm I am pure".
Maegor chuckled darkly whisking her away to their chambers. Men tried reaching for Aenora to undress her but were pushed back by Maegor, he wanted to do the honours himself. Woman did the same but he swiftly moved out of their grabby hands wanting his new and young wife to undress him.
Maegor ordered drapes around their bed to be as black as the night sky showing only shadows, his niece was a princess and should not be viewed in such a manner. He took his time much to the annoyance of the lords and his mother and his first wife awaiting the bedding ceremony as fast as possible. Visenya almost began scolding her son when he decided he wished to devour his wife's soaking cunt but held her tongue.
Aenora tried not to show her pain as his stretched her open but it was inevitable, a man his size could never have a tiny cock, it was enormous and she cried when it first entered her, she felt like she was being ripped in half from the inside. Maegor shushed her staying as still as he could, she was tight enough to cause him some pain as well. Aenora took hold of his shoulder and pulled him down from his kneeling position in between her legs, Maegor feared he would crush her with his weight and held himself up as much as he could with her short arms holding him as close to her a possible.
"I wish to hold you husband" Aenora whispered in his ear. He looked down at her tear stained face with a smirk. Then he began his moving feeling her open up around his length. He enjoyed every second of it, watching her face scrunch up in pain and morph to pure pleasure. He enjoyed hearing her sob desperate for more. He enjoyed seeing the lords squirm uncomfortable at the display they could never give their wives. He loved seeing Ceryse's jealousy through the small opening of the drapes, he was never this gentle with her, he never gave her any pleasure. Maegor treated his niece better, she was blood of the dragon and not some common whore like her.
"Uncle, please" She whimpered in his ear. For the first time Maegor showed his pleasure with a rumbling growl, rutting into her at a faster pace, stomach tightening as she came around his shaft.
"I shall fill you with my children and you will thank me for it" He groaned in her ear. Aenora rewarded him with a loud moan. His hips stilled as he seeded her, cock pulsing with pleasure.
"Thank you, Kepus" Uncle. Aenora whispered to him. Maegor looked down at her red and puffy face, satisfied with him. He pulled the drapes down once everyone had left their room awkward and uncomfortable.
"I am not done with you just yet, niece" A savage smirk grew on his face at her shocked face. Cock still deep inside of her moved again still as hard as before if not more.
"I will not stop until you swell with my heir, do you understand?" He grabbed her chin so she would not take her eyes off of him. She had a hard time keeping her eyes open when she was feeling so euphoric.
"Yess" Her words were slurred like a drunk, she was drunk on his cock already. Maegor could only chuckle darkly and rut harder into her tight hole.
He bred her until the first rays of sun rose in the distance. He stayed in her bed even after holding her exhausted body against his own. She glowed in the sunlight, burying her face in his chest to block the sun from disturbing her much needed sleep.
It was around midday when Maegor heard the roar of a dragon. He could not help but feel excited to see the look on his brother's face at the sight of his precious daughter covered in bruises to show his claim to her. Maegor pulled her with him to the court yard where her father was descending from the back of Quicksilver.
"Maegor" Aenora has never seen her father so angry in her entire life. She was not one to cower however and stood tall by her husband's side.
"How dare you take my daughter from her bed-" Aenys Targaryen paused seeing his daughter free beside her uncle, no chains and no threat. She looked different if that were possible in a fortnight. Aenys guessed what has happened but he refused to believe it.
"I may have taken her from her bed brother but now her bed is in my rooms, where she will stay for the remaining of her years" Maegor responded, pride filled him at the shattered look on Aeny's face. Visenya joined them then taking the space on Maegor's other side. Aenys was outnumbered, his wife too distraught to join him at the Red Keep in what little space has been already built while his mother was long gone.
"Maegor, she is but a little girl" Aenys pleaded. His eyes looked his daughter up and down, she wore a red and black dress much different in style than the ones she wore only hours ago. It was open showing her feminine traits with a cape blowing behind her. Her shoulder were covered but her arms were out in the open. Her hand trailed down to hold one of Maegor's.
"Father I wish to remain by my husband's side" Aenora's voice was steady holding a new womanly tone to it, or maybe it was just Aenys' imagination no longer viewing her as a little girl. Maegor held her hand tightly showing his claim to his brother, not shying and hiding their intertwined fingers like Aegon used to do whenever she tried initiating any affectionate touches. Maegor was a man grown not a boy still, he did not stutter in her presence nor did his cheek turn as red as wine.
"You know not of what you saw, tala" Daughter. Aenys never used such a hard tone on one of his children before in his life. He immediately regretted it at the sight of hurt in her eyes but she masked it as fast as it appeared.
"I will give you a choice, brother, either you annul and end whatever this is or you go to exile for five years" Aenys chose to be a king over being a brother and father.
"What is your answer, byka zaldrītsos?" Little dragon. Maegor asked turning to Aenora. She did not turn to him and kept her eyes locked on her father who stared back at her, begging her to chose returning with him to the Red Keep.
"Pentos will be our new home, valzȳrys" Husband. Aenora answered. Maegor chuckled turning to Aenys. The King's face hardened into a glare.
"Shame, tala" Daughter. Was the last thing Aenys said before climbing on Quicksilver's back and flying away. Aenora's heart broke seeing her father losing some of his love for her. She wandered then if she had made the right choice.
Maegor did not need be in her mind to know what she was thinking of so he pulled her to his room and fucked her doubt out of her. The next morrow he flew her to the Red Keep to retrieve Crystalwing. Rhaena was there awaiting her and begged her to change her mind but she replied with "I cannot take back what happened, dōna idaña, for all we know, our kepus' child is already growing in my belly" Sweet twin. Uncle.
Aenora climbed atop Crystalwing in her red riding gear, Maegor thought she almost looked like a red priestess making his cock stir in his trouser. Aenora looked at the Red Keep one last time knowing her parents were watching her from somewhere along with Aegon, she could feel their heated glares. She yelled loud and clear for Crystalwing to fly and join Balerion in the skies. The two flew away with a heavy heart but not looking back.
Aenora was right in assuming she was with child, mere weeks after moving to Pentos and being filled ever single day several times with her kepus' cum she was proven right, her moon's blood never showed and the maester announced her pregnant.
"I told you only a dragon can birth a dragon, not some Hightower barren whore" Maegor mumbled in Aenora's ear fucking into her weeping cunt. She moaned his name feeling her heart hammer with anticipation for their child.
"Will you hate our child if it were to be a girl?" Aenora asked him one day. She was standing in front of a window looking out, watching as pentoshi women collected weeds and water to feed the royals inside their palace. Queen Visenya had taken flight a couple days prior to the Red Keep. News reached them that she ordered a feats boasting that her son will have an heir soon. Maegor deemed the women of pentos were of no worth to his Aenora and only two women kept her company, the wife and daughter of their host alongside his own company.
"I could never" Maegor threw Dark Sister on their shared bed. He walked over to her, still much shorter than him and smaller despite her growing belly. He had to bent down a little to reach for her hips and slid his hands up to her belly where their child kicked furiously.
"This is as much my child as it is yours" He kissed the crown of her head. He was still cruel, just not to her, she was his Aenora, the mother of his heir.
Aenora was rended speechless when Dreamfyre landed near the palace she stayed in, bedridden, too big and heavy to move comfortably. Rhaena barged in with red eyes. Maegor has chosen to stand in front of the bed protectively. Rhaena did not spare him a second glance running to her twin's side.
"I had to come and see you, are you alright?" Aenora laughed at Rhaena's worry.
"I am with child, this is normal" Aenora shook off Rhaena's worries. Rhaena refused to leave even when their father sent a raven ordering her to. She wanted to remain here with her sister till she birthed the child.
Rhaena was shocked when Maegor refused to leave the halls when Aenora's labors began. He paced in front of the doors with only his mother for company. It was just as the moon settled when Aenora groaned in pain worrying him and a maester was summoned.
"You're killing her" A voice spoke. Maegor turned to the woman who dared speak, she was old in age and small in size.
"A maester cares not for the mother, she needs a midwife who will save her life as well" The woman dared step closer. Visenya wanted to block her way but Maegor pulled his mother away.
"Save her then" He gestured. The woman's face softened and walked into the room. Aenora was laying on her back, the first mistake and she was immediately moved to crouch on a birthing chair. The woman ordered for oils and for everyone to clean their hands at least ignoring the maester's screams. Aenora sighed in relief as some of the pressure released in this new position.
"Take him out" She ordered pointing at the maester. She now believed that only a woman will understand another woman's pains and needs.
"Your grace, what if I was needed to intervene?" The maester whined to Maegor after being pushed out by Aenora's new handmaidens having been sent to her by her mother.
"You mean to butcher my niece-wife" Maegor replied. What saved the maester from being one of the many victims of Dark Sister as it was held in Maegor's grasp was the loud piercing cry of a child filling the air. Visenya refused him entry however and walked in herself.
"A healthy child, your grace" The midwife informed. Unlike the maester the gender was not a priority in the birthing bed of Aenora. Aenora was being moved back to the bed by Rhaena and Alysia Torrent, one of the handmaidens sent by Alyssa Valeryon.
"Give me my child" Aenora demanded. The child was much bigger than the normal child, Maegor's size. Visenya remembered when Maegor was born, many deemed it a miracle she was not ripped in half birthing him and but seeing her grandchild she also deemed it a miracle that Aenora was alive after birthing him or her.
"Oh my boy" Aenora cried pushing the blanket away just enough to check his private parts. The child's wails quietened down in his mother's arms.
"Where is Maegor?" Aenora questioned looking up. Her arms were tight around the child although she was very weak and tired. Her face glowed with sweat shining against the sunlight now streaming through the window.
"Outside, dear girl" Visenya responded.
"Tis unfair how much he looks like, as if I was not the one suffering" Aenora grumbled. Maegor could not help laughing, eyes twinkling with happiness now that he had the child he desired so much.
"The next one shall be a copy of you then" Maegor humoured her. The baby looked like a normal newborn in his father's huge arms but looked at least a couple of moons old in his mother's, it could be because she was still small from her young age or it could be because he was huge or maybe both.
"What shall we name him?" Aenora shifted into a more comfortable position. Her hands rested on her belly still big but much smaller than earlier.
"Gaemon?" Maegor suggested bouncing the fuzzy child.
"He does not look like a Gaemon" Aenora shook her head in refusal.
"Daeron?" Maegor moved to sit by her side. Aenora peered down at her son pushing the blanket away from his face watching as his violet eyes looked around curiously while at the same time cooing, trying out his voice outside of the womb.
"Baelon" Aenora responded with a name of her own. Maegor's gaze looked over her face. She looked on the verge of falling unconscious but still smiled brightly at her child.
"Baelon it is then" Maegor nodded in agreement. He placed the baby in the cot close to the bed on Aenora's side, it was so close that if Aenora wished she could reach for her child without having to sit up much.
"My little Baelon" Aenora slurred resting her head on Maegor's shoulder letting sleep crawl up on her. Maegor moved to stand up but she was quick to hold him in place.
"Stay and guard our son and heir" She demanded. Maegor laughed kissing her forehead. He moved to lay beside her, the two squashed uncomfortably on Aenora's side of the bed wanting to stay close as possible to their only child but neither minded as sleeping consumed them both. Maegor may be cruel to the world but he was Aenora's guard and protector.
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Is there any bad member of house celestyr?!
⭒ 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗻 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 ✮
He had grown up with the thought of revenge for his father's death. His mother, Naesa Celestyr, was captured by Maegor The Cruel and was forced to marry him. Naesa and Aevon were supposed to marry each other. Aevon was about to go to a war but before leaving he slept with his sister, Naesa. And Naesa became pregnant. When Maegor forced her to marry him, he didn't know she was pregnant. Naesa died in childbirth, but Maegor was so happy because of his son. Maegor named him Matavon. When Maegor was killed by Aevon, he swore to avenge his father's death. He didn't know that Aevon was his father. He did many horrible things and killed many innocent people. Although he was not related to Maegor by blood, he had his personality. He was the one who started the third period of Frozen Inferno War and caused many deaths and misery.
⭒ 𝗦𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 𝗜𝗜 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘺𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 ✮
She was manipulative and had a deep hatred for Targaryens even though her father was one. She especially hated Rhaenyra, her sister. She was also a sadist. She enjoys torturing others. She slept with Daemon just to torment Rhaenyra. She was very beautiful and behaved very well in front of others, but all this was just a mask that she put on to hide her true self. She had a beautiful but dangerous she-dragon named Silver tail. her dragon was beautiful with shining silver scales, which shone like melting silver in the light, and ruby red wing membranes. When Aegon was two years old, Selaehra gave him Silver tail's only egg, which was Sunfyre. And in doing so, she not only tormented Rhaenyra, but marked her side by calling young Aegon the king. "A golden egg for a golden king" she said. She made many people like Rhaenyra, Alicent and especially Aegon miserable and she did so many horrible things.
⭒ 𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗜𝗜 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭 ✮
He was a prince with a very beautiful face. Many people considered him to be the most beautiful man born in the history of the Celestyrs. Not only was he beautiful but he was charismatic, witty, flirty and a good swordsman. But he was very greedy, he did everything to sit on the iron throne, and he did but this had a great price. One day he fell ill. His body was burning with fever and his headache was terrible. But then a witch told him that if he feeds on humans, he will be fine. And he did and it worked. Then he changed slowly. One moment he was laughing like a madman and the next moment he was crying. Some servants even said that they could hear him talking to himself in the middle of night. One night he had a bad dream. And the same witch told him that the interpretation of his dream is that a son will be born from house of Celestyr who will kill him. So he beheaded all his family members, men, women and children.
⭒ 𝙅𝙖𝙚𝙣𝙮𝙭 ── 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘔𝘢𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘨 ✮
He was a slave that Daenerys had freed. When he was a slave, he was trained to be a savage killer, just like an animal. He was also horribly tortured for a long time. So when Daenerys freed him and showed him kindness, he became obsessed with her (he literally saw her as his god and worshipped her). He was very loyal and would do whatever Daenerys asked. But he was not an obeyed pet. One time he gouged out a man's eyes just for looking at his queen in wrong way and gave them to Daenerys as a gift. He was very bloodthirsty and crazy. He had no mercy and did whatever he thought was right (which were never right).
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𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐈𝐀𝐅 𝐎𝐂 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ˚˖𓍢ִ໋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ༘⋆
✧ Love interest(s): Aegon I Targaryen + Rhaenys Targaryen + Visenya Targaryen + in some aus Orys Baratheon
✧ Love interest(s): Maegor Targaryen + Rhaena Targaryen
✧ Love interest(s): Daemon Targaryen + Rhaenyra Targaryen
✧ Love interest(s): Aegon II Targaryen + Aemond Targaryen + Cregan Stark
✧ Love interest(s): Aemon "The Dragonknight" Targaryen + in some aus Naerys Targaryen
✧ Love interest(s): Daemon Blackfyre + Aegor Rivers
✧ Love interest(s): Valarr Targaryen + Aerion Targaryen
✧ Love interest(s): Duncan the Tall
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passed down like folk songs
chapter 37: mad woman
Maegor Targaryen x OC
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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI
Visenya could not find any sleep. There was too much on her mind these past few days. Rowan was going to be here in the morning, and she was rightfully going to be expecting answers. She never felt guilt for hiding all this from her, no, she did it to protect her, but she did feel guilty for how much this all hurt her in the process. She debated on how much of the truth she’d tell her, but ultimately decided to not hide things anymore.
She sat up in her bed and reached for Maegor’s letter. He wrote back to her so quickly, she could feel the panic in his words. This Tyanna would supposedly help him with ruling, as she had her own web of spies. Useful, to be sure, but to invite her in his bed? That was so unlike her son, when he looked so physically disgusted at having to share a bed with anyone who wasn’t Rowan. Still, she’d give him this chance, if Tyanna proved to be of use, she better prove it as soon as she could.
It all saddened her. She used to stare out the window and watch as Maegor and Rowan ran around the gardens, or played their games. At that time they were so free, so relaxed, they did not have to worry about anything bigger than themselves. Now her son was in exile trying to get an heir, and Rowan… she wasn’t sure in what state Rowan would arrive in. She thought for a moment, debating if she should give this new letter to her, if it would make things any better at all.
His letter was panicked, it was a desperate attempt to apologise, his words far too dangerously close to the truth. Still, they were sincere. She’d give Rowan the letter. It was written for her. She’d give it to her once they talked, and she could decide how she’d proceed. She had been treating her like she was too fragile, because with Maegor, she was. In other matters, Rowan was calm and objective and level headed, but when it came to him, there was only so much that she could do.
She could never blame her for it. She had her own fragilities, no matter how much she tried to hide them behind a stern mask. Rowan was the only one that got to know that fragile part of her, only because she trusted her so much. She had spent years trying to act like she didn’t care, like Aegon’s favouritism didn’t affect or shake her or crush her heart and she kept all her heartache to herself, before she found someone who cared to listen with no agenda.
She wanted to act like she didn’t care, like it didn’t eat her up from the inside when they all looked at her like something was so off-putting and wrong about her, but this was her own fucking family. It couldn’t be the fact that she was a woman, as they never treated Rhaenys this way, nor would they ever dream of doing so.
She would hear from people around them that it was normal for girls her age to be angry, to be vindictive and in a bad mood. But then she’d hear that silent thought everyone would have: ‘But Rhaenys never acted like this.’
She hated it. She hated this feeling. Yet sometimes, she’d dream of carving out her skin and wearing it as her own, wearing her face on top of hers, so that she’d finally have her parents and Aegon look upon her with that pride, that fondness that they all had for her and her alone. Jealousy was a terrible and demeaning thing to have in her heart, but she could not stop herself from feeling it. She wanted them all to tell her, to show her that in their eyes, she was the one that was worthy and loved and wanted. Not tolerated. Loved and wanted.
But why should she have to crawl into her sister’s skin in order to be the apple of everyone’s eye? Why was she not enough as she was?
Visenya found herself wandering around the castle. Maybe she was trying to clear her head and tire herself out, she wasn’t so sure. Passing by the training yard made her smile. She loved training as a girl. It fulfilled her, to have a goal and work day by day to achieve it. She’d train longer than Aegon did and prided herself in the strength she had built over all that hard work. Their father would often observe them silently, keeping track of their progress and their skill, just as she did when Maegor trained. Aegon should’ve done that too. Maegor deserved to have his father there, to train by his side. Duncan would cheer him on, but he was no great warrior to help his training.
She walked the halls, reminiscing about the past, about the times when her son was small and had just learned to walk, and she’d have to be chasing him because he’d bolt anywhere. She wondered if she ever did something similar to her mother. Motherhood was not something they’d ever discuss at length, she was only told what was expected of her, as well as a short recollection of her experiences with each birth. Maybe her mother was just not that good at talking, and maybe it was Visenya’s fault too for not being good at it either.
She doubted their mother was ever bad at talking with Rhaenys. How strange and unfair it was, how different parents could be with each daughter. She saw it with her parents and later with Aegon himself. They all looked at her like something was wrong with her, and perhaps they sensed it in Maegor too. She wondered how different it would be if Maegor was Aegon’s only son. Would he then begrudgingly pay attention to him and try to raise him? Would he see how wrong he was to set his son aside, once he got to know him better?
Rhaenys had mentioned throughout her life that she wanted to have a big family one day and it gave Visenya such a sick feeling of vindication that she never got to have that, that she only had one son, just as Visenya did. That moment when she had Aenys must’ve felt like the biggest victory of all for her little sister. She had won and was not at all humble about it. And now her shot at being the mother of a dynasty was falling apart. It was a sick sense of pride that filled her when she thought about the fact that she was the one that was still alive, to get to watch it all happen, to watch her sister’s line fail. Maegor would succeed, she knew he would.
It was such low hanging fruit, to want to feel superior to a dead woman, let alone her dead little sister, but every time Aenys, her legacy, failed, it filled her with a sick sense of satisfaction. It was like it was revenge for every time they called her too intense, too paranoid, too crazy. And look at their son now, unable to lift his own head because the crown feels too heavy. It was the same sick feeling of relief she felt when the news of her sister’s death had reached her ears.
Just like in Valyria of old, as the eldest child, Dragonstone should belong to her. Aegon agreed. Aegon promised. As his first wife, it was her son that was supposed to inherit the throne. For so many years she had bit her tongue, she had kept to herself, begrudgingly so, and she was done. Her son would not be robbed of his birthright, his crown.
She walked down a hallway she had been avoiding for as long as she could remember. It was empty, with no guards, as there was nobody living there that needed protection. Not anymore. She could not remember the last time she ever visited her little sister’s room, she could not remember a time where she’d wish to ever do so.
Rhaenys’ room was still, like a painting of a place from years ago. Aegon had servants upkeep it, not to the extent of her room in the capital, but it was still done to an almost religious extent. Everything was clean and yet Visenya could feel cobwebs all around her, and spiders and dust, all over this frozen painting. She never came here, not even after her death. If anything, she wanted to rid herself of all the painful memories she had, not feel them and relive them again and again.
While most of her belongings were in King’s Landing, there were still many of Aegon’s gifts to her still in this room. Rhaenys never kept her attention to one thing for too long, so Aegon had it easy when picking out presents, as she’d spend about a fortnight preoccupied with her new gift, before setting her eyes on something newer, shinier, more interesting. Maybe that’s what kept Aegon so eager to cater to her every whim, a fear that he’d also get tossed aside for someone more interesting and shiny and new.
Visenya tried to find something good, something sweet in her memories of her sister, but she could now only look back with suspicion and guilt and grief and anger. She was not the little sister she had needed and no amount of reminiscing would make her so. Perhaps that was why she had always clung onto Rowan as much as she did, because she was what she had yearned for. A little sister, a companion, a trusted friend, someone who saw right through her stoic expression and formalities, someone who held her hand and understood her pain and her hurt and her anger and never once treated her like a problem, like someone who she had to walk on eggshells around. Gods, she hated it when they did that.
They did it often, but the worst time they did that was right before they were to start the conquest. The death of their father was not new, but still felt so raw to her. For all the anger and resentment she felt toward him, his death had hit her hard, and she felt so isolated in her grief because it was so different from the grief of her siblings. Aerion Targaryen was not the same father to all his children and it was not the same man they were mourning.
She would spend hours and hours flying and avoiding everyone. In the skies there was nobody to judge how she mourned, how she cried for that family that she felt she deserved, but would now never get, because they were both dead and ash. And with their death, Aegon could marry Rhaenys with no obstacles, which he did as soon as it was deemed acceptable for him to do so. Up there, she could calm her mind. Vhagar was a part of her soul, someone who understood her. She was the smallest of her siblings’ dragons, but easily the most vicious, as Orys liked to laugh about.
Visenya didn’t bother changing from her riding clothes as she made her way to supper. She was starving, but dreaded having to interact with her family. She could hear the lighthearted chatter from the dining hall, but as soon as she walked in, they all fell silent. Aegon, Rhaenys and Orys had ceased whatever banter they were exchanging and had turned their eyes on her. Just this action alone made her angry.
“You’re late.” Aegon spoke up, his eyes looking into hers. Like he had any authority to dictate her time. Orys tensed, but tried to pretend he didn’t. Clearly he knew something that she didn’t, as between the four of them, she was the outsider. She shot Aegon a glare.
“Hardly.” she scoffed. “The food was just brought in, was it not?” she asked, taking a seat across from them, as they had done her the graciousness of sitting next to each other, Rhaenys and Orys at each of Aegon’s side, leaving no space for her to sit next to her husband. They did that a lot. But who was counting?
“Where were you anyway?” Orys asked and took a bite from his food. It was clearly a question all three of them wanted to ask, as Aegon kept looking right at her. Was this their arrangement? Was Orys asking all the questions Aegon wanted to ask, so that he didn’t appear too interested in her life?
“Flying.” she said plainly, and started filling her plate.
“You’ve been flying a lot lately.” Aegon stated, finally turning his gaze to his plate and away from her. Orys chose to stay silent, sensing the rising tension in the room, and Rhaenys did not utter a word, as she silently looked at her food as well. They looked like stupid children.
“And what about it?” she snapped slightly, looking onto his face, daring him to question her. And who was he to do so? Was he relishing in his new title as the Lord of Dragonstone and wishing to get her under control, the way their parents had tried? Or was this some way for him to gain more authority?
“It’s unlike you.” he said after a moment, finally looking at her again. Unlike her? She scoffed again. She wanted so badly to lose her composure and start yelling at him, at all three of them for all the bullshit she had to put up with. She refused to put up with more.
“I wasn’t aware you were keeping track of how often I go flying.” she spat out, her sharp eyes right on him. She knew that he knew what she wanted to say. Rhaenys would spend hours upon hours flying on Meraxes, and he always liked that about her, always praised her for her free spirit and her strong bond with her dragon, but now that Visenya flew more, it was a shock? Fucking hypocrite.
“It’s not like that, Visenya.” he said, his voice gentler, like he could read her thoughts, but she refused to answer him. It was not a question, and so she focused on her food.
She wasn’t even hungry anymore, and she had been starving, up until she entered the room. Perhaps it would be better for her health if she ate alone so that she wouldn’t lose her appetite, but she refused to be set aside, she refused to just step back from her rightful place. The tension was thick in the air, any trace of lighthearted chatter had vanished completely, and everyone could feel it.
“Orys, could you give us a moment?” Aegon asked, giving Orys a look. Rhaenys shuffled in her seat, like she was preparing herself for this moment and Visenya just wanted to laugh. How pathetic they all looked, acting like she was someone they feared this much. No, not fear. Orys cleared his throat.
“Of course.” he nodded and got up. He looked at Rhaenys, giving her a look that wished her luck, before he grabbed a few more pieces of chicken for his plate and left the room. Visenya eyed the two carefully, sitting entirely still. Some called her unnerving even, for how still and quiet she could be. Good.
“We need to talk.” Aegon finally said, when the doors closed behind Orys. Visenya raised a brow, not wanting to ask why he wanted their half-brother out of the room, since he’d be another person on their team, supporting them against her. But perhaps that was it, they didn’t want her to feel too cornered, too attacked, they wanted to appear caring.
“Go on then.” she urged, taking a long sip of wine. Aegon did not like the dismissive tone she held, letting out a small, but noticeable sigh of frustration, as he set down his utensils.
“I mean actually talk. We’re about to embark on the most important mission in our lives, we cannot have rifts or misunderstandings between us.” he spoke slowly, elegantly, in a way that was clear to her that he had rehearsed this beforehand, perhaps while she was with Vhagar in the skies. Some nerve he had, calling this a misunderstanding between them, when she understood a little too well what was happening.
“I thought I had made all my feelings clear to you. But tell me, which part confused you?” she asked him, brow still raised, her voice laced with sarcasm. Her husband did not respond in kind, rather in frustration, while Rhaenys silently looked at her plate. Typical, while her elders spoke.
“Visenya, I told you, I understand your anger, but this cannot go on any longer than it already has. Once we step foot on Westeros, we-”
“We must be united and strong, or they will pick us apart. I know. I’ve no intention of airing out any grievances for anyone else to see or hear.” she finished his sentence for him, catching him a bit off guard. She felt her anger flare up again, hearing him refer to his betrayal as something she just had to get over. She frowned.
“You won’t have to. If you keep it up like this, they’ll all know without you uttering a single word. There can be no cracks, no rifts, Visenya.” A liability, that’s what they saw her as, that’s what she was to them. She stared at Aegon, noting that their little sister seemed so uncomfortable that she wished she had left the room with Orys.
“So it’s my fault then.” she said plainly, trying her best to cling to any calmness left in her. She was never one to be slow to anger, unfortunately for all those around her that tolerated her. Aegon sighed again, shaking his head.
“That is not what I said.” His voice was not as defensive, and this time was much calmer, like he was also trying to control his frustrations with her. All of them were misplaced, since they were all his fault anyway. If he did not betray her, he’d have no grievances to air.
“But it’s what you’re implying, what you’re thinking, what you’re whispering amidst yourselves. I’ll keep my promises, Aegon. I will fight by your side and I will give it my all to see our goals achieved. I keep my oaths, I will not back down or betray you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to bed.” The bed he won’t share, the bed that wasn’t enough, the bed that saw her alone, when her heart stubbornly still yearned for him. She got up and left the room.
This was not the life she had imagined she’d have. She knew it was her birthright to be the Lady of Dragonstone one day, and that had made her happy, because it was something that was hers. And in the end she turned out to be the biggest fool for thinking that all the favouritism would end there. Now, any decision she wanted to make as the lady of Dragonstone, would need to be discussed and agreed upon with Rhaenys, to ‘keep things fair’, as they both shared that title. All the power she was supposed to inherit was now split in half, and that was being generous, because when conflict would arise, and it would, she knew whose side Aegon would be on, who he’d choose if he had to.
She ordered her chambermaid to prepare a bath for her, as Vhagar’s scent clung onto her skin and clothes and hair. She refused to give him any more peace of mind. He did not deserve any. Not when she could not have a moment of peace in her own home. She began undoing her braids while the maid finished up the preparations for her bath, when there was a knock on her door.
She scowled, but wanted to think the best of her husband for a moment, and thought that perhaps he had food sent for her, since she had barely eaten anything that day. Any thoughts of that vanished, when the maid opened the door to reveal her little sister standing there, looking like a child that expected a scolding.
“I wanted to talk to you.” she said softly, looking at the maid expectantly. The older woman turned to look at Visenya, who gave her a slight nod, and left the two sisters alone. She continued to unbraid her hair, turning away from Rhaenys entirely, which seemed to ease her a bit.
“Hurry up then. I’m tired.” she replied bluntly, being in no mood to deal with whatever bullshit her sister came to spew. There was a silence then, and it was like she could feel Rhaenys’ inner monologue, trying to get through whatever rehearsed speech she had come up with Aegon. As if Visenya was an idiot.
“I hate how things have become between us.” she started, not moving from her spot near the door, as she was not given permission to move freely in her elder sister’s room. And she never would be given that permission. As she took another breath, Visenya interrupted her.
“They just came to be like that out of thin air?” she asked, looking at her through the mirror with a raised brow, faking surprise, making Rhaenys frown even more. It was not shame she was feeling, it couldn’t be, it was more like she was expecting her to yell, to lash out at her the way she had lashed out at Aegon before.
“It wasn’t as if I had planned this! I love him, Visenya, I cannot change that, I could not bear to part from him, to be sent off. I’m sorry we hid it, I’m sorry about how it all happened.” Rhaenys pleaded her case, with that sincere look in her eyes she always had when she was pleading with their parents for a new dress. Visenya wanted to laugh, because she seemed to be the only one to see right through her sister’s words.
“You think your excuses are going to move me? You want me to somehow believe that during the moons you two were secretly fucking, that neither of you spared a thought about me?” she asked, her voice stern, but not raised. No. She was not going to give Aegon another reason to coddle her. She wanted to rip all her hair out, but she did not want to give anyone the satisfaction of proof that she was crazy. Rhaenys’ voice did raise its tone.
“Of course I did, we both did! I was never planning to push you aside! This way, things between us could be fair!” she claimed, clasping her hands together as she looked at her elder sister, who did not even turn to face her. Visenya only sneered through the mirror. “I don’t want you to hate me, Visenya. We’re sisters.” she sighed, one final plea, as she dared to walk closer to her. Visenya abruptly got up, her hair finally undone and free from the rigid braids that held them all day long, the sudden movement making Rhaenys flinch.
“It seems we can’t always get what we want. Now get out.” she faced her with an icy scowl, making her sister scurry out of the room without looking back. She was a coward deep down, when she knew she was in the wrong, but still trying to make it seem like it was all done for the best.
She was proud of herself for not lashing out in a violent manner, because by the gods, she was so close to snapping all day long. The bath was good for her nerves, the scalding water working wonders for all her sore muscles. She was training, making strategies, planning things out, and what did she get for it? Nothing. All the praise went to Rhaenys for showing up and being herself. She hated it and she hated them all for it too.
She dressed herself in her robe, and was brushing her hair when another knock came at her door, only this time she did not answer. She just kept brushing, even when Aegon let himself in, closing the doors behind him. She made it a point to ignore him, trying to preserve what little patience she had left. He stood there, by the door, but unlike Rhaenys, he came closer, but not too close.
“Are you going to keep ignoring me?” he asked her softly, his eyes almost holding regret. Had she been younger, more gullible, she might even believe he came here to sincerely apologise. But she was who she was, and she knew dragons did not hold regrets. Not like they should. She just scoffed at him.
“I thought you liked it best that way.” she spat out, brushing through her hair. It was getting longer, much too long to be worn down during the day, but not inconvenient enough for her to chop off. The night was the only time she let it free from the braids. Aegon’s eyes fixated on her hair, on the motion of her hands brushing through it.
“Of course not. How could you think that?” he asked, his tone still soft. She wanted to close her eyes and let his deep voice soothe her, but Visenya was not about to let his words slide just because he spoke them tenderly. She finally turned around to face him as she snapped.
“No. We’re not doing this. This thing you do, where you pretend you don’t understand where I’m coming from, when you know damn well what you did and are doing, Aegon. I’m not in the fucking mood.” she said, giving him an icy stare as she placed the brush onto the table. He did not snap in turn, only shaking his head with his brows furrowed.
“How many times must I apologise to you, for you to finally believe me?” he whispered, trying to walk closer to her, before she sneered again. Just how stupid did he believe she was to believe that his empty words meant something? He might have felt some remorse, yes, but he did nothing to fix the mess he had made of her heart, instead every action of his seemed to have made it worse.
“Just because you keep repeating something, does not magically make it true.” she said bluntly, before she turned her attention back to the items on her vanity, specifically the oils for her hair. Her mother always commented how dry it was, and that it needed all the care it could get to seem presentable. They didn’t have much money, but she’d be damned if she gave anyone reason to scorn her beauty. She was going to be the fucking Queen.
“Visenya…” he sighed again, almost sounding helpless, while she reached for the oil for her hair. The intense scent of patchouli and vanilla filled the air, as she spread the oil all over her hair, while Aegon watched, debating on how to phrase his words next.
“I already told you, I still intend to honour my promise to you. I will not fail you, or our goals.” she said, her tone dismissive, as the conversation was draining to her. She hated that this was one of the few times he came to her chambers, and she hated that it was because he wanted to persuade her to play nice and pretend she was fine with his and Rhaenys’ actions.
“I want you to be happy.” he said, his sincerity catching her off guard for a moment, but she was quick to give him a look of disappointment. She scoffed at him, at his attempts in flattery, at the fact that he was either blind or stupid or both at the same time.
“Do you? You have a funny way of showing it.” she spat out, turning away from him once more, focusing on getting the oil to be even in her hair. Happy. What a last ditch effort at gaining some sympathy. If he wanted her to be happy, he wouldn’t have betrayed her over and over, and yet here he was before her.
“Berate me all you want, I deserve it. But do not take your anger out on her.” he said, his tone still soft. Oh, but of course. Why else would he bother to show up to her room? She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. It was like they all relished in making her feel crazy for her reactions to their disrespect.
“Why? Did she accidentally trip and fall onto your cock, continuously, for moons, all behind my back? Awfully convenient.” she said in a deadpan voice, reaching for the bigger bottle that held the oil meant for her body, before he spoke up again.
“She’s trying to make it up somehow, if only you allowed her to-” Before he could finish his defence of their little sister, Visenya got up, the slam of the bottle making him stop in his tracks, perhaps in surprise that it did not crack.
“Unless she’s planning to annul your marriage and take the husband father had intended for her, then there’s nothing she can do to make it up to me. Her tears might work to sway you and Orys, just as they did our parents, but I’m not falling for it.” she snapped, finally turning her full attention on her husband, who was looking at her with wide eyes, like a surprised animal. It almost made her laugh. “What? Did she come crying to you that I was mean to her and that I hurt her feelings, and that she already feels bad enough as it is but I just keep being a rigid cunt about this, so you came here to make me be nice to her?” she asked, her voice dripping with cruel sarcasm, as Aegon was starting to lose his patience.
“Must you always do this? Fuck, Visenya, I’m really trying here!” he snapped at last, running his hand through his hair. There it was. Loving her is something he has to try to do. Not something natural and easy and smooth. It wasn’t like the love she felt for him, as natural as breathing, as intense and strong and loyal as a dragon’s flame.
“What exactly are you trying to do, Aegon? Do you think I’m blind, stupid, or deaf? You are all acting like I’m the problem!” she snapped back, any peace that the hot bath brought her, now gone and forgotten. All the frustration she held in, had no more places to hide.
“We’re about to embark on the most difficult journey, to war, and you refuse to let this go! You keep acting like Rhaenys is some horrid villain-”
“Oh, our poor baby sister! She cannot find a way to protect or defend herself, so she needs you to protect her from her crazy sister! Poor little Rhaenys, gods help her!” she mocked, placing a hand over her heart. How ironic that she was the problem that he felt needed to be addressed, and not the pathetic weakness their little sister had. He’d claim she was strong in her own way, or some bullshit like that.
“No one is calling you crazy! Fuck! We’re all just trying to make this situation better!” he finally raised his voice, his movements betraying more and more frustration with each word. Visenya did not say a word for a bit, slowly walking up to him, the intense scent of the oil making his nostrils flare, as he was forced to take it in due to the proximity. She stood so close to him that she could feel his breath on her face, as she looked up at him.
“I hope she does to you what you did to me. When you’re all content and happy, I hope one day you walk in on her fucking another man. I hope it’s on your own bed, I hope it’s when you’re the most in love, I hope it hurts you the way you hurt me.” she said so calmly, that she even surprised herself. A curse, spoken softly and gently.
Aegon stood there, silent, stoic as ever, with a frown on his face. It would almost be funny if it did not hurt her. Did he think he was above their little sister’s selfishness? Sure, he loved her free-spirit now, but what about when she’d get bored and decide she wanted to try something, someone new? She betrayed her older sister, why not betray her older brother? Perhaps it was the fact that she was the youngest, the apple of their parents’ eye, but whatever it was that made her so, Rhaenys was not one to keep her attention on one thing for too long. Was this the moment Aegon was going to realise it? He had always been willfully blind to their sister’s faults.
Visenya scoffed, turning around to return to her vanity, ready for the day to be over, when Aegon grabbed hold of her hand to prevent her from doing so. She shot him a glare before yanking her hand away, but he walked closer to her regardless.
“I don’t want things to be like this between us, Visenya.” he sighed, grabbing her face in his hands, gently as he could, so that she would not turn away again. She scowled at him, but did not move an inch.
“You are the one who made things like this between us. Never forget that.” she said, her voice accusing and strong. She stood still, wondering just what her stupid little brother was trying to do. Did he think a kiss would make her forget? Or that a night would make her forgive?
“I know…” he said softly, his eyes looking into hers with regret. “I know, Visenya, I’m sorry.” he was almost pleading, but she did not relent. She did not offer him any words of comfort, for he did not deserve them from her mouth. She was never one for empty words, for little white lies, for things with no substance. If he wanted her forgiveness, he’d have to work hard for it. And it seemed like that’s what he wished to do.
He kissed her and kissed her, in a way that was both tender and firm. She did not push him away from her, but made sure to leave lasting marks on him. Proof of her lips onto his neck and collarbone, proof of her nails all over his back, her scent mixed with his, as he took off her robe to help her apply all the oil on her body as she always did after a bath. And as he laid on the bed next to her, trying to catch his breath, Visenya could smell her perfumed oil all over him, his skin and hair.
Good. She hoped Rhaenys could smell her all over him, when he went to crawl back to her rooms, ashamed he couldn’t get Visenya on their side of this mess. Only Aegon did not leave. He held her tightly in his embrace, like he was expecting her to push him off, to shove him away and yell at him some more, or draw Dark Sister to fight him. But Visenya also remained there, trying to memorise his breathing and the rhythm of his heart beating.
She wondered if this was real, genuine, or if he only did this to get her to mellow out, or worse, if he did it out of pity and guilt. She wondered if the whole time he was thinking of their sister, and it fucking hurt.
She didn’t want to think any more for the night. It hurt too much. For now, she’d just pretend it was real and genuine, that the kisses he was pressing on her temple were out of love, that he loved her and her alone. She closed her eyes and dreamed that they stayed that way, the lord and lady of Dragonstone.
Rowan found her in the morning, still in Rhaenys’ room. She looked exhausted in a way she’d never seen before. Travel was not the cause, as she had always managed to look more than presentable after long trips, and this one only took a few days. She knew why, she always did. Visenya did not sleep, and did not notice the fact that it was now early morning.
“You could not sleep?” Rowan asked, her tired eyes full of concern as she looked around. She had never been in this room, and it concerned her that Visenya had suddenly found herself in here, in her dead sister’s room.
“No, I have much on my mind. I needed a walk, to clear my thoughts, to focus.” she explained, getting up from the couch, to properly greet the young girl. She embraced her, finding comfort in her arms, but as they parted, her green eyes studied her face carefully.
“And you found yourself in here?” she asked softly, carefully, not to alert any maids or servants. “You look exhausted, you must rest.” she concluded, trying to urge the Dowager Queen to go to her own room, as she knew this one would not bring her any comfort, but Visenya remained still.
“I could say the same for you. When was the last time you slept, my girl?” she asked, as she took in her appearance. Rowan’s curls seemed to be more frizzy and dishevelled, her eyes having a red tint to them, from crying and lack of sleep no doubt, and her complexion was paler than ever. No, this would not do. She was not letting the girl who was her daughter in all but name and blood, waste away because of her own mistakes.
“I did sleep, I swear. But can you blame me?” she asked and Visenya shook her head.
“Of course not.” she sighed. “Come, sit, we have a lot to discuss.” she said softly, leading Rowan back to where she had been sat. The room was dark, as there were no candles nor furnace lit, but Rowan dutifully followed her anyway. “I’m sure you’ve got many questions.” she opened the conversation for her, allowing her to lead the way.
“You’ve been planning this for a long time.” she stated, looking down to the floor and taking a deep breath. “Since when?” she asked. “Since when did Maegor know?” her voice was soft, but fragile, her eyes desperate for answers. Visenya held her hand.
“I’ve been planning this since before he was born.” she revealed, and Rowan did not seem surprised. It appeared now that a lot of things were making sense to her. She nodded. “It was always meant to be Aegon and I’s son that was meant to sit the throne. I will not let my only son be overshadowed by hers, I will not let her steal from me again.” she stopped herself from going on a rant, as Rowan had heard her rants countless times before. “He’s always known, deep down, but I did not sit him down to tell him until he was knighted, until he was old enough to know the gravity of everything.” she explained.
“And Aenys? What of him, and his children? By the law, it’s Aegon that will inherit the throne.” she asked, almost afraid of the answer, but Visenya shook her head.
“Maegor has a lot of support, more than Aenys does, I’d say. With everything happening, the people saw who the capable leader was, and so did Aenys.” Visenya said, frowning as she thought back to her nephew’s poor decisions. They did all end up working in her favour, but they were no less frustrating by bringing so much shame onto their house.
“You planned for him to hand over the crown?” Rowan asked, her face still one of concern. Visenya sighed, nodding. As smart as she was, Rowan was too kind, too gentle in her heart. She saw how Aenys was, and yet she still hoped he’d get better.
“You’ve seen him, Rowan, he’s ready to crack. He’s not meant for this, he does not have what it takes. That way he can do as he pleases and be out of our hair when it comes to actual ruling. Now with his children, there won’t be much of a concern in due time.”
“Hence why Maegor was so insistent on getting an heir as soon as he could.” Rowan finished the sentence for her and the former Queen nodded. It seemed to fully click in the young girl’s mind, that all of Maegor’s actions served this purpose. Perhaps it was clearer now than ever in her eyes.
“Yes. Exactly.” Visenya crossed her arms, shaking her head. “And that’s why he did this. Do not mistake this for blind support, I was not in favour of him bringing that girl to Dragonstone without any notice, but Ceryse was not able to fall pregnant as soon as she needed to.” she said, knowing that Rowan had a lot of love for the Hightower girl. She did not hate her, no, but she was still a stranger to her, despite living in the same keep for a year. Visenya did not trust easily.
“And if she does?” Rowan asked. “What if she becomes pregnant after Alys? How would the succession go then?”she asked, looking at her for an answer. “If you are setting the law in stone that the son of the first wife is the one to inherit, regardless of age, then it is Ceryse’s son you’ll be supporting.” Visenya smiled, glad that she understood.
“Rowan, I have no interest in punishing your friend. You think I want this Alys girl to be the next Queen mother? Of course Ceryse’s son will be the heir. When she has one. For now, all we want is at least one heir, for Maegor’s line to be secured. Then we’ll set the law in order.” she reassured her, grabbing hold of her hand once more.
“What will happen once he returns? You want him to return soon, to give a show of power, do you not?” she asked. Visenya’s gaze softened. She looked so small, so exhausted from the turmoil that this all brought to her, and hopeful that the answers would bring her some peace. She hoped she could grant her some.
“Yes. He’ll put an end to the foolish rebels, and take the crown, with Aenys’ blessing or not.” she assured her. As if she’d let her son’s reign have as much chaos as her nephew’s did. “Ceryse will be crowned as his Queen consort, she will not be set aside. All she has to do is support him and his claim.” she added, knowing this was her next question.
“With her, Oldtown will follow, and solidify him as the true heir.” Rowan stated, moreso thinking out loud. Visenya nodded.
“Exactly.” she said softly. She didn’t add anything else, waiting for everything to settle in her mind. It was a lot and she could tell. Perhaps it would’ve been better to summon her father, as he would’ve surely helped put her mind at ease. He understood Rowan had nothing to fear from Maegor’s reign.
“Who… who is Tyanna?” Rowan asked after some time in the silence. Visenya reached for her hand, squeezing it. So far all of Rowan’s questions were practical, structural, but they both knew her heart was also in this. A huge factor, in fact.
“According to Maegor, a woman with an extensive web of spies, someone he says will aid his claim and ascension greatly.” she recounted all she knew of this mysterious woman. She reached in the pocket of her robe, pulling out the letter she had been reading all of last night. “He wrote back, begged me to give it to you.” she added softly, letting Rowan take it from her hands.
She read it slowly, over and over and over again, trying to make sense of Maegor’s rushed and panicked words, trying to understand the why. Gods, she wanted to fly to Pentos to throw something heavy at him. Seeing her girl so close to tears over this, knowing she had been losing sleep, it fueled that anger even more.
“And what will happen to me? When he returns? Am I to remain in court?” Rowan asked, her voice soft and exhausted, and unsure. Visenya studied her expression, her eyes specifically. Her eyes always gave her away. She was heartbroken from everything, but there was no doubt that her heart still yearned for him. She could not blame her, not when Visenya had kept on loving Aegon, of all people.
“Do you not wish to remain in the Capital?” she asked, her tone comforting.
“I… I don’t know anymore.” Rowan confessed, the uncertainty and instability being too much for her. Visenya frowned. She wanted Rowan by her side, for she trusted nor loved no other, but she did not want her to suffer. Perhaps seeing him again will be too painful for her, perhaps she missed her home, perhaps she needed time.
“It is my wish to have you by my side as long as I can, perhaps selfishly so, but if you wish to return to your home, I will fly you there myself.” she promised, moving closer to embrace her fully. “I want you to have a good life, Rowan, and if you feel you must leave to have that, I will not stand in your way.” she whispered softly, wanting to reassure her that she loved her, that she wanted what was best for her, despite everything.
“I love you. I do not wish to leave your side, but… I don’t know what life will be like when he returns, when your plans fall into place…” Rowan’s voice was unsure, confused even.
“He will not do anything to you, nothing you won’t want.” Visenya assured once again, holding both of Rowan’s hands. The young girl’s eyes widened at the implication, in a way that would normally make Visenya chuckle.
“I wouldn’t want such a thing.” Rowan said and the former Queen nodded. Of course, Rowan would never wish to do anything that would be dishonourable or sinful by her gods, but Visenya would not fault her if she allowed Maegor’s affections.
“I know, my girl.” she smiled. She thought, while another small silence fell in the room. There was something on her mind for a long time now, and she thought now would be a good time to ask. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.” the young girl replied, dutifully, honestly.
“Why not marry him when he returns? You love him, he loves you, why keep torturing yourself like this? Once he returns, things will be different, he will be King, and no one would dare oppose him.” Visenya asked, her voice and tone both vulnerable and raw. She wished to understand her better, to let her know there was another way for her to be happy. A way that was, albeit, wrong in the young girl’s eyes, but for how long could she stand it?
“You already know my answer…” Rowan said, sadness in her eyes. Visenya nodded. She knew Rowan loved him so much, it would be hard for her to know that there were other women who called themselves his wives.
“You’ll hardly be sharing him at all. You know this.” she added, almost trying to persuade her, to pull her out of the misery she had been drowning in ever since Maegor was wed to Ceryse. Visenya could feel her own hypocrisy all around her. They were sitting in Rhaenys’ room, while she had spent a whole night reminiscing in all the hatred and resentment she had felt over the years for all her actions, and yet she was now encouraging Rowan to follow in her younger sister’s footprints. And yet she shook her head, almost in disgust.
“That still would not make things right. I can never be at peace knowing there’s two other women he has sworn sacred vows to, let alone the fact that Ceryse is my closest friend. If she is to be his Queen, I shall stand by her, not compete against her.” she explained, and it was like a weight was lifted from Visenya’s chest. She was not like Rhaenys. Not at all. Still, she felt the need to assure her even more.
“Do you think she has any love for him? You will not be robbing her of anything. If she comes in conflict with this Alys girl, she’ll have another Queen by her side to support her.” she explained in turn, since Rowan’s biggest concern was the wellbeing of her friend. If anything, she’d be doing Ceryse a favour in getting rid of the duty to share Maegor’s bed, since Ceryse disliked him so much.
“I cannot. It just feels so wrong and messed up. No matter how much I love him, and I love him more than anything, I will not go against my gods.” Rowan explained, this time her voice more firm and sure. Despite never believing in the Seven, Visneya admired her for her certainty, for her devotion to them and what they represented. She would not push her further.
“Rowan, you’ll have free reign to do as you please, Queen or not. You can still support your friend, if that’s what you wish. He’s willing to do anything to get back into your good graces.” Visenya laughed slightly, but still wanting to get across the amount of power that was to fall into Rowan’s hands, once her son was crowned King. “Make him work for it.” she smiled. Rowan almost gave a small smile too.
“You can support her too.” she said after some more time. Visenya raised a brow.
“Depends. In what?” she asked, waiting for the young girl to explain.
“In what she’d wish to do as Queen. With her, you’ll have the Faith and Oldtown on your side, the two factors your house has slighted the most. And she’s most capable of being Queen, if you could set aside your dislike, which I will never understand, you’ll see it too.” Rowan said, sounding much more confident and certain than ever before. Visenya smiled at that. There she was, there was the smart and capable girl she knew.
“I have been unfair to her. I can admit that. I’ve had it so certain in my mind that it would’ve been you, that by now you’d be living here with us, starting your own family, before he eventually took the crown.” she admitted, allowing herself to be vulnerable, knowing that the person who understood her the most was sitting right in front of her. “I seem to be doing that a lot lately, losing myself into how things should’ve been.” she sighed.
“I do that too.” Rowan whispered, looking down almost in shame. “I keep dreaming of this life I cannot have, of the family I wish were mine, but I cannot keep doing this. It hurts. It always hurts me so much.” she confessed, shaking her head. Visenya knew that exhaustion all too well. But she had faith in her, she knew she had it in her to persevere.
“Come here, my girl, come here. It’ll get better, I know it.” she said, pulling her into another warm embrace. Now she felt more confident than ever, knowing that Rowan was on her side. She knew her son’s reign was coming, and she had plans to make sure it would bring their house to glory.
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A season left of summer - Masterlist
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𝐌𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: “But know this,” she rose an eyebrow. “I think Ceryse Hightower a poor match for the prince.”
“And should Aella, a babe, suit him better?” He shook his head with a smile, pulling Visenya closer.
“She just might.”
“Let her be. Soon, Lady Ceryse shall give him an heir to care for, and this shall be long forgotten.”
“I do hope you’re right,” Visenya sighed, leaning on his chest. But I don’t think you are, she thought.
I - THIS IS A BAD IDEA
II - A THOUGHT TOO VILE TO ENTERTAIN
III - LIES AND MOCKERY
IV - I FEEL STUPID AND CONTAGIOUS
V - HELLO, HOW LOW
VI - LATE NIGHT DEVIL PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME
VII - BUT THEN IT STOPPED, AND I WAS IN THE DARKNESS, SO DARKNESS I BECAME
VIII - AND I KNOW THAT I'LL LOSE, BUT I'LL DO MY MOVE
IX - THE FLESH IN THE FRUIT AND THE BLOOD IN THE WINE
X - WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN SHE EATS THE MOON?
XI - AND ALL OF THE FISH, LET THEM FLOUNDER
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''Fight and Die'' Slightly darkAemond x AFAB Reader 18+ MDNI
Aemond x fem oc/reader
Tags: Show setting, abusive brother (but its not aemond) mentioned of forced marriages and duels, mentions of parental loss.
🔷Summary: Your ancestors once betrayed the Targaryens and paid a high price. Now you are back at court with your brother, who hopes to sell you in exchange for his freedom.
🔷Author's note: It might still be a little darkish but not as dark as usual. I think this is the closest to show aemond I ever got. So he still is not a unicorn yall but he is at least imo he is decent and nice.
🔷Wordcount :5133
Warnings below the cut
Special thanks to: @pterodactylterrace for spelling and grammar tips!!!:) ((it is much appriciated friend!)x
CW: Mention of oc's mother dying in childbirth, mention of treasons, also vaginal sex, oral sex (f recieving) fucking, dirty talk, smut, aemond being a little dark but nothing too extreme! Discussion of murder.
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Only a few days ago, your brother swore he would restore your house, house Marthyralys back to it’s former glory, back to where it was during Maegor’s time. Your ancestor, Daeyor Marthyralys was a council member for king Maegor. His crimes eventually ended with him on the stake, being burned by dragon fire and ending with your family being banished from Westeros for almost a century.
That was until you and your brother Fyrand returned to the Seven Kingdoms. You remember how you first entered the Red
Keep, your hands shaking and your eyes scanning every inch of every room, taking in as much security detail and doors as you could. It was clear to you that these silver-haired people were not your friends. They were your enemies. Your brother, Fyrand, said so himself multiple times.
The Targaryens frightened you. Of course they did. They were your father’s killer, your older brother's killers, the reason your house became dragonless, why you almost starved to death. And aside from that, Targaryens are known for their short tempers and long grudges, their insanity and incest. There is much to fear from the dragon people. And so you do.
And now, two days later, you are married to the King's son, Prince Aemond Targargyen. He won the duel for your hand against Prince Jacaerys Velyaron, the Princess’s heir. You assumed Fyrand would prefer Jacaerys, as it would be his mother that one day will become Queen, but for some reason unknown to you, he had already made peace and assumed Aemond would win the duel. He was very certain of it when you visited him in the dungeon.
And he was right, as always.
Prince Aemond won the duel and humiliated prince Jacaerys. The wedding ceremony followed the same evening, as was custom in your house. The one-eyed Prince had done his research into your house, your brother, your traditions…even you. He knew of the full day rule when it comes to duel-marriages, and he used it to his advantage by forcing you into marriage with him on the same day he won your hand.
Fyrand simply had asked you to keep the prince happy and so far you like to think you succeeded. You have done your duties and even went as far to sleep with Aemond, which was surprisingly pleasant. He was not the beast he wants the world to think he is. He has not hit you. Not once. Nor forced you or hurt you. He is gentle. Kind, in a way. And so unmistakably broken.
Your brother assumed you would have no trouble winning Jacaerys and Aemond over, and in his head that might have made sense but outside of that skull, there is no magic in your veins. You can’t just snap your fingers and make Aemond fall in love with you. He is his own person and you have the feeling that even if you tried to manipulate him into doing your bidding, it would either be too obvious or end up in an argument.
Ever since you were born, you were loyal to your house. But now that you are married, you are starting to doubt everything you ever know. Aemond shows you kindness and grants you protection in ways you never thought possible. Ways you never dared to even dream of.
But the rest of his kin, his blood and his fire that roams the halls of the red keep, hells, even the bloody servants and the guards, from the kitchen wenches to the maids cleaning your chamber pots: They all despise you and your brother for the crimes of your ancestors. There is no winning these people over with whining by Aemond’s side, you need to show them that you are different. But how? Your personal life does not matter, it is your last name that defies you and that is still Marthyralys and not Targaryen, for better or for worse.
And therefore you are worried that you will never be accepted into the Red Keep. Not truly. At first, that did not matter to you. But now that you have met and came to know Aemond, you already developed complicated feelings for him in a very short time. And you know: You want his mother to like you. To at least approve of you. For the sake of your brother’s plans and Aemond’s approval.
She’s his mother, yes. But also the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. You can imagine that Fyrand would like it if you became her friend, or even trusted advisor, some honerably position among court.
You are preparing for the meeting by putting on a different, less pious gown. Your old gown is disposed of, It slides down your body, bearing you half naked in front of your husband, who does his best to pretend to be busy with his book to notice. However, you notice his good eye, sometimes briefly lifting from the words on paper taking secret glances at your body instead. As if he’s not your husband yet, as if he is not entitled to you. ‘’Does your mother have a preference for a dress?’’ You ask him, as you pillage the closet that servant earlier had filled with gowns for you. Red, black, green, gold and even silver gowns end up on the ground as you quickly look everything over, your head drowning in fabrics and ideas of what Alicent Hightower would approve of.
Aemond no longer pretends to read, slamming the book shut so carelessly that you doubt he was even reading to begin with. ‘’She loves wearing green.’’ He says, politely, smiling and clearing trying to talk you into picking a green dress.
‘’That’s what I’m afraid of.’’ You mutter. You wearing green would be a declaration of war to Princess Rhaenyra. She would see it as an allyship with Alicent. And for now, it’s important to play and appease both sides, Fyrand told you that before you left Pentos.
‘’I would like it as well.’’
Aemond continues to push you slightly, standing up from the chair he was sitting on. His hands wrap around your waist as he puts the green dress in front of you, eyeing you despite standing behind you all thanks to the big mirror in his room. You nervously bite down on your lips, tasting a bit of blood. He picked a dark green gown with sleeves made of dark lace. The back is also made of lace almost exclusively for the corners. It is a beautiful gown. ‘’You’d look beautiful in this gown. Although,’’ He lowers his voice, whispering in your ear. ‘’I can’t make any promises it won’t be ripped before the next sunrise.’’
‘’When I rip it off your body when we are home, tonight.’’ He leaves several soft kisses on your neck, all the way to both your shoulders.
You stagger on your feet, shocked and pleasantly affected by his words. He grins, pleased with the effect and leaves a soft kiss on your cheek. ‘’Pick whatever you like, but know that Green is superior.’’ Those words echo a lot in your head as you compare the dress to a red more modest gown with less lace made of modest silk.
You doubt if Alicent would appreciate you showing up half covered in her rooms, wearing the lace green dress. It also perhaps would be chilly or awkward to wear as well.
So, you pick up the red dress. The fabric feels much softer, much more pleasant and warmer. You let your fingers pet and slide along the fabric, following where the stitches were once put. There is a golden belt to accompany the dress, a thin accessory. The shoulders have subtle details, but you can tell it is supposed to represent dragonscales. Perhaps a nice dress if you are meeting with Rhaenyra.
You hold the dress to your body, imagining yourself in the lush fabric. ‘’Hm. Opposite of Green.’’ Aemond comments, from where he leans against his desk. He pretends to be busy with cleaning it, putting aside quills, vials of ink and parchment.
You put the red gown back on the bed, and instead pick up a gorgeous soft blue coloured gown, with silver patterns of swirls on the sleeves.
‘’Blue?’’ You ask Aemond, tilting your head slightly.
He has one response and it is not a pleasant one. His nose slightly rises in disapproval and his stance becomes closed, as if he reminds himself to be careful around you. ‘’You do as you wish.’’
You sigh, careful to not roll your eyes at that. What a horrible answer. You do as you wish is not only dismissive, impersonal and cold but also vague. He truly seemed to care about the dress a moment ago and now he pretends he does not care at all? Who does he think he’s with? Your memory is not failing you yet.
You feel a sting and have to fight the tears, but instead of running away or hiding from him, you stand up to him. ‘’Don’t be like that. Just say you don’t like the gown.’’ In another time, you would’ve ran or cowered. Not anymore. No longer.
Aemond sighs, still with his mind elsewhere. ‘’It’s not the gown I don’t like…’’ He murmurs.
You wonder if it’s you he does not like anymore. ‘’Revaera,’’ he tries to touch you but you step out of his reach. Aemond sighs. ‘’I didn’t mean it like that. I just don’t like the color blue.’’ He says. ‘’You wear what you want. Green, black, blue, fuck it, go nude. You’re a Princess now. Someone will always be offended.’’ And that is the truth and it terrifies you. Someone will always be offended. How do you please a world that will never be happy?
You look over the gowns, but can’t stand to wear the blue or red one anymore. But going with green is also not an option. You dig a bit further into the pile of gowns, and eventually you stumble upon a beautiful purple with silver piece. Your fingers touch the silverwork, feeling the metal. The last time you saw these colors, they were on your brother Kagyr, your mother Roysa, and your father Laeyol’s caskets. Purple, violet almost so dark purple it's nearly black, and clear untroubled silver. Symbolizing the pride and the unity of your house. You hear yourself take a deep breath. You tug the dress with you. You first put it on your body, fitting it without lacing the corset.
You dismissed all your maids and ladies maids, or rather, Aemond did that. ‘’I wish we didn’t dismiss all my maids.’’ You tell him, laughing despite a few lonely tears escaping your eyes. You do it subtly, so he does not notice it.
Yet your face is turned toward his own anyway, and he wipes away the tears, before leaving a soft kiss on your forehead. ‘’We can always hire other people.’’ Instead of calling someone else in, he steps behind you, and grabs the laces of your corset. He laces it for you. You look a lot better than you did a few days ago, and with you finally dressed and proper you two can go meet the Queen.
Aemond and you walk to her chambers. Your husband has long legs and could be there long before you but instead trails behind you to ensure you are not alone in the Keep. When passing statues and portraits, Aemond tells you about the history of the people behind it, making the trip to his mother’s rooms entertaining, and useful. You know some things about the Targaryens, but more information is crucial to your survival out here.
Aemond walks as a true prince, hands folded on his back, back straightened and his pace slow as if he is in no rush to get there, despite his long legs making this challenge impossible.
Soon, instead of late you both arrive in front of a majestic looking door that already somehow tells you just exactly who is waiting behind it. These are the Queen’s chambers. Her rooms, her den, in a way. The page announces you both, as the doors swing open.
You gulp, feeling the nails on your left hand in an impulse to pull again, but you have no more nails to pull or to rip off your fingers.
You and your husband both walk in.
When you enter the lavious and luxurious rooms of the Queen, she is sitting on a bench, with her feet pulled up under her. She reads an old looking book, her mind elsewhere, clearly.
Aemond politely clears his throat, and Alicent’s red haired head snaps up in his direction. You see kindness and love in her eyes, in a way you never saw yourself. You see a mother looking at her child. Her smile dies the moment she sees you, however. ‘’Ah, Aemond. There you finally are.’’ She says, ignoring you as if you are air. You keep smiling regardless, as you do want her to approve of you.
The tender, loving slender hands of your husband find your own once again, as he whisks you away to his mother, showing you to her, introducing you formally to the Queen. ‘’Mother, I brought someone. This is Revaera, my lady, and my wife.’’ Try as he might, Aemond Targaryen cannot stop the smile that slowly grows on his lips as he speaks those words, and he seems a different man when he looks at you.
You understand now is the moment to show your respect. You make a curtsy for the Queen. Alicent sits back down, closing the book.‘’I am glad you brought her here.’’ She tells Aemond, and you can’t help but uncomfortable at that. They are like farmers talking about their broodmare. Your opinion is clearly not required.
Your husband reaches out to touch his mother, hugging her in such a gentle way unfamiliar to you. You wonder what he is feeling when he hugs his mother. Does she feel warm? Did your own mother feel warm, did she hold you like that, before she died? Did she smell as nice as Alicent? Dozens of questions you never will get answers to.
The pain of seeing another child with their mother, is unfamiliar to you. You would never wish for another to go through what you did. But why did you have to go through that regardless?
The two break their hug, unaware of your feelings and your pain. Aemond gestures a bit vaguely to you. ‘’You told me you had questions for her.’’
Whatever could she want, indeed. She’s queen of the seven kingdoms, has a husband and you have been kind to anyone here except…
You close your eyes, softly cursing yourself. This is about that handmaid that you hit. The one who called you unworthy of carrying Aemond’s children. You just know it, when you see the poorly hidden rage in Alicent’s eyes.
Somehow you should have know that Alicent provided the maids, and that in upsetting them, you upsetted her. You came in this room wishing for a allyship, you are lucky if you leave this room with mutual displeasure instead of a conflict.
Alicent nods, smiling at you. She turns to her son, her locks briefly turning so they catch the light of the chandelier. ‘’Yes, thank you for bringing her here. Aegon needs your help in his chambers. I’m afraid it is quite urgent.’’ The queen speaks, sweet as a fox. Aegon is Aemond’s brother. You have yet not spoken a word to him. You know he is the elder brother, despite Aemond being taller. Despite that he was present during the duel and your introduction, he did appear to be there with his mind at all. He was a ghost.
The expression on your husband’s face pains you, as you can see he is in clear conflict. He is ordered by his mother, by his Queen to help his brother. But he is also bound to you, his wife and his lady.
As much as it scares you to be alone, to be alone without Aemond to protect you, as you have discovered pretty early that your word means nothing without him, you know you must confront Alicent alone. She will never be honest with her son near her. ‘’It is alright, husband. I am quite certain I have nothing to fear of her grace, the Queen.’’ Famous last words, perhaps.
Alicent returns your smile, very pleased with your words. Aemond grabs your face with both his hands, gently and caresses your cheeks. He kisses you soft and kindly, respectful of his mother watching you both. ‘’I shall return soon.’’ He promises you. You hope he is right.
Aemond finally takes his leave and Alicent gestures to the lavious armchair across the small bench she is sitting on, inviting you to come sit. And so you do.
The moment you sit down, she begins her questions. ‘’I understand your life has been anything but uneasy.’’ She pauses when she sees you pinching and clawing at your own skin, in lack of nails to pull. She tries to hide it but you can see she is very distraught. She sits up straight. Unexpectedly she comes a bit closer, yet keeps her distance. As if she does not know yet if she wants to come closer or stay away.
You hear her words, silent. Why does she care? Yet you nod, agreeing with her. Your life has been uneasy. Your mother died, your father tried to kill the king, your house was exiled and poor, you nearly starved and your drunk of a one-handed brother almost daily abused you. It has not been easy.
And yet, here you sit. Alive. Whatever that is worth. Alicent takes a deep, shaky breath. It catches your attention, and when you look into her eyes you see small tears shimmering, despite her efforts to hide it. ‘’I must know, for my own sake. How does Aemond treat you?’’ You think back of the few days you have known your husband. He has been kind, gallant, gentle. A dream come true, a breaker of your chains, a light of hope you cling to in utter darkness. But why does she care?
‘’He treats me well, your Grace.’’
‘’My ladies reported they found blood on Aemond’s bed linen. You can tell me,’’ she reaches out to grab your hands. ‘’Anything, Revaera. I am not angry with you.’’ You become uneasy at her treatment, perhaps even insecure and worried.
You would not feel comfortable with lying about how well Aemond treats you. So you tell her the truth, despite you feel umcomfertable sharing such personal details and matters. ‘’Aemond and I consummated the marriage. That was expected of us both, so we did that.’’ Your voice sounds a bit snappy, and you hope that the Queen reads your body lanagune that you do not want to talk about it at all.
But to think a Hightower would just give up, would be a mistake. ‘’How did that happen, Revaera? Did he force you?’’ She asks, folding her hands against her lap.
You shake your head.
‘’No. I went willingly. It was ..pleasant, in a way, your grace.’’
Alicent seems relieved, almost happy by those words. ‘’You are happy, then? With my son?’’
You feel heat creep up to your cheeks when you think about your husband, your prince Aemond. Happiness is an unfamiliar, strange, alien, concept to you. You have never been really happy. You don’t know what that feels like. But Aemond makes you feel safe, respected and as if you matter. That is enough, for now.
‘’I’d say so, your Grace.’’ You nod to confirm your words.
She sighs, clear relief written on her face. ‘’I am glad, you are happy and both have respect for each other. A marriage without mutual respect is a marriage destined to fail.’’ You know it is unwise to speak when Alicent speaks, as she is the Queen. So instead, you sit there, nodding, as if you lost your tongue.
‘’I am afraid we must discuss a unpleasant matter.’’ Alicent says, suddenly very sharp. You gulp.
‘’I heard you abused a servant.’’
‘’She told me I was unfit to marry Aemond. That I was a traitor and a …whore.’’ You mutter. ‘’I do regret hitting her. I do. Aemond told me not to worry about it, but the truth is: I do worry. I worry a lot.’’
The door behind you opens, and your husband walks inside. You are relieved to see him, standing up. He makes a respectful bow for his mother, and after he has done that rushes to your side, to kiss you. ‘’You both seem well.’’ He observes. ‘’I hope your conversation was a pleasant one.’’
He stands next to you, hands folded on his back as you take a seat in the chair. ‘’Is your brother alright?’’ You ask. He thinks long before you get an answer.
‘’My brother is…my brother. He is fine.’’
That is a relief. And somehow also a concern.
Alicent is silent. ‘’Aemond, is it true that my handmaids have spoken about Revaera’s virtue? Did they call her a …whore?’’
He nods. ‘’Yes. I meant to speak to you about that, Mother.’’ His tone is still gentle and kind. He continues. ‘’I know it was not your fault, Mother. You likely thought they were well, kind and good for Revaera. But they were not kind or good or well for her. Not at all.’’
He takes a deep breath.
‘’Revaera has become a Princess of House Targaryen. She is my lady and my wife, one day she will become the mother of my children, gods willing.’’ You can’t help but feel even more heat rush to your cheeks at that description. Desire and fear fight in your head. Your own mother died when birthing you, and now Aemond wants to do the same with you? But to remain childless, forever out of fear…It is a big conflict. One that won’t be solved easily.
He continues, making wild movements with his hands. ‘’So, I cannot, we, as House Targaryen cannot, let this insult stand. We cannot have our servants or who else spread rumours about my wife’s purity.’’ You don’t like the sound of the finality in his voice. The sound of a man who is hurt and shamed and must restore his honour.
‘’What do you suggest, Aemond?’’ Alicent asks, and you are prepared for anything but what Aemond chooses to say.
His licks his lips briefly, his good eye so focused on you that it makes you uneasy. He is good at staring. ‘’I want them all hanged.’’ He reveals, after a brief moment, shocking you.
‘’Aemond! You can’t mean that.’’ You say, instantly. ‘’Surely a mistake was made-’’
He ignores you, planting you back in your chair firmly but gentle. He cups your chin into his hands, touching and caressing it. ‘’But I do.’’ he insists. ‘’By questioning your virtue, they question if you were pure for me.’’
You become uncomfortable once more, as you were more than pure for him. He was your first. You turn your head away. Aemond lifts it, forcing you to look into his one eye as he speaks. ‘’By questioning your purity, they question any future children we might have. Your life could be in danger, as well as the life of any child we may have. That is why I am so angry.’’ He finishes, and you understand him a bit more, but still…
You already blame yourself for your mother’s passing. What will become of you when another soul is added to that list? ‘’Fine. But only the woman that said I was a whore. The other two shall live.’’ You declare, as if it is up to you. Aemond chuckles, kissing your cheeks.
‘’I understand you have a kind, gentle heart, my wife but this is not an insult. ‘Tis high-treason.’’ And Targaryens have only one answer to that. Two, actually. One word in high-valyrian and one in the common tongue. ‘’Dracarys’’ and ‘’Behead’’.
Yet you don’t give up. You can sway your husband. You must. ‘’At least spare the girl that talked with you. You know the one. The kind one, who regretted her actions. Surely, a good man must know when to forgive?’’
To that, Aemond is briefly speechless. He thinks himself a good man.
Alicent sighs.
‘’What shall we do with her, Revaera? After she was caught, no one wanted her as their maid anymore.’’ You can imagine that must be a dealbreaker for many of the guests at the red keep.
But not for you.
‘’Have her become mine.’’ You say.
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The maid is known as Dyana. She is a kind, humble servant from flea bottom, and you need to tell her several times to stop apologizing to you. She is very thankful. You told her she should thank Aemond for changing his mind, but she is convinced you had a hand in it. You did of course. She is lacing up your gown for the evening supper.
You and the Targaryens will have dinner tonight. It is your first official dinner and it worries you. Will you live up to the expectations? Will you do well? ‘’You have nothing to worry for.’’ Dyana assures you. ‘’Just keep smiling.’’
That is an easy one for you.
You leave Aemond’s room at last, bumping into your husband. ‘’Aemond.’’ You greet him, politely. He grins mischievously, briefly looking around for witnesses. Once he has concluded there are none, he gently pushes you against the castle walls, kissing you fiercely and without shame. You moan against his lips, lost in pleasure as he gives you dozens of little kisses on your shoulders that all feel like little bites at the same time. They pierce through your skin and leave memories and marks. Your husband grins, madly in love with you. ‘’Yes, wife?’’ He greets you, teasingly. You stutter, your cheeks heated once more. ‘’I-’’ He silences you with a grin. ‘’I think we may skip supper this once. I am in the mood for a certain Marthyralys delicacy.’ He traces a finger down your throat, slowly pulling down your gown a bit, so he may have a look at your breasts. ‘’I wish to taste my wife, properly.’’ He whispers. ‘’You will like it. I promise.’’ He adds, when he sees your worry. ‘’I told you, I would never do anything you would not like, and I meant it.’’ You pant, softly, whimpering as he kisses you again. Aemond opens the door to your bedroom again. You are turned around, your back facing his front as he works on your corset. ‘’Aemond, we have promised we would be there for supper.’’ You tell him, as you hear him breath heavily with anticipation and lust. You wonder if itll feel as pleasant as the first time.
Aemond chuckles, amused. ‘’Have we? I seem to have come down with a terrible headache. I can’t possibly attend.’’ He says, blinking at you. You realize that is him winking. Your dress is finally pulled down, as are your small clothes. Aemond throws his eyepatch on the bed, pushing you next to it. Your hands intertwine as Aemond pulls his pants down, revealing his already erected member. Your head hits the front of a pillow as your husband parts your legs, feeling your wetness and slith. He grins, rubbing your shimmering, wet pearl as you whimper, at his mercy fully. ‘’You were going to attend supper like this? Soaked up, ready for my cock?’’ He whispers in your ear. ‘’Were you hoping I would bend you on the table between two plates of food and gave you a good through nice, warm, fucking?’’ His fingers increase in speed and you notice him smirking as his face becomes closer to your entrance. Eventually, he levels it and you watch as his tongue comes out, taking a good and proper lick of you. You gasp, twist, under his grip and finally you feel pleasure waves hit your body as Aemond feasts upon your body. He moans as well, giving you fuckings with his fingers and licking you at the same time.
You cry out. He grins. He is taunting you. You think. You can taunt him back. You look at his swollen length, wrapping your fingers around it, and start touching it. Aemond growls. You smile, innocently and stop touching him the moment his length nearly jumps, ready with delicious white precum you can’t wait to lick off. Aemond grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling you to his face. He kisses you one last time, before you end up on your back. ‘’Do you want this?’’ He asks one final time. You nod. Aemond grabs your legs, leveling himself back inside of you. You sigh in bliss and pleasure as he begins to push. It as if he never truly left. Your hips join in this time, surprising the prince in a pleasant way. ‘’Yes, my wife. Just so.’’ He tells you, kissing your forehead. He picks up the speed, making the movements and what men call ‘’fucking’’ go faster and harder. Your needy cunt is being taunted by his lenght and skill and you would very much like to feel as good as the first time. ‘’Please.’’ You beg soft in his ear.
‘’Pleasuring you is my duty.’’ He whispers back in your ear, before giving you a firm hard trust. You cry out, bucking your hips back. Aemond answers by taking you harder and harder on your back, fucking you so hard that you have tears of pain and pleasure. He keeps going until your soft whimpers become cries and your cries become desperate needy screams. He gives you one final time to beg for it. ‘’Please.’’ You whisper. And then, he gives it his all with a final push, sending you down in a spiral of insanity and pleasure your body can’t really handle. Your body spasms and your mind feels wonderfully blank as all there is your husband, lining himself up at your entrance and emptying his load inside of you. You have come.
‘’Good girl.’’ Aemond whispers, knowing you appreciate that. ‘’So proud.’’ He adds, kissing your sweaty hair. He gently pats your hair. ‘’I think we’ll have some servants bring us some food. As delicious as your cunt was, I can’t survive on it alone.’’ You nod. He smiles, and tucks you in as you are used to. After that, you both have supper in your bed. But the dessert? You already had the dessert. A bit earlier.
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Oh, they nasty-
Anyway, thanks for reading along with me!:) Soon we'll see people hang i guess? And everyone's favourite character Fyrand returns! And also, Revaera will meet Daemon, that is sure to be interesting.....Thanks for reading!:))
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Birth of Dragons Pt.2
Pairing(s): Aegon i Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader, Aegon i Targaryen x Rhaenys Targaryen, Aegon i Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader
Warnings: canon Targcest, rivalry, jealousy, targaryen kid ocs
Words: 7167
Summary: Aegon the Conqueror’s family has grown to a substantial size. But with so many young and cocky dragons, someone is bound to be burned.
Part 1
*Also it’s raining like a motherfucker in CA rn
The birth of your twins had been a joyous occasion for the Targaryen king. You’d given him two heirs who were strong and robust babes.
The seed of the dragon would prove to be resilient. Two years later, you gave birth to another son. A beautiful boy named Rhaelor. He reminded you of your Renoxa for he possessed the pale lashes and resplendent crimson irises. When Visemarys and Baelyx first met their baby brother, they were terrified of Rhaelor’s eyes and burst into tears.
Another year passed before Rhaenys would be round with Aegon’s third child. Everyone expected her to be the next one to bear the dragon king another heir. The third son of Aegon was named Aenys. He, unfortunately, had not been blessed like his older brothers in health. Aenys was a sickly baby. Small and his limbs unbelievably stick thin. It was a wonder how he survived through infancy. You and Rhaenys would stay up so many nights watching vigil over the babe. She was beside herself and for the first time you were her pillar of strength. Fiercely supporting her, you treated Aenys as your own and did your best to care for him when you forced Rhaenys to rest. By the grace of the gods, he thrived.
Visenya however took longer to produce a child. Not until the year your twins turned seven did she finally conceive. Even then, she absolutely hated the entirety of being pregnant. Loathed the restrictions it put on her body. While Rhaenys hadn’t been too thrilled about the rounding of her body, you had absolutely adored your pregnant belly for it housed your boys who were the greatest joys of your life. At the same time she was pregnant with her first child, you were already showing symptoms of your fourth pregnancy. Visenya gave birth to a large boy she named Maegor. His screams into the world shook the glass in the windowpanes and had Aegon flinging his hands up to his ears in a vain attempt to block out the ear piercing wail.
A few months later your only daughter Aella was born. The first contractions hit you when you were flying in the air alongside Visemarys’ small dragon, teaching him how to direct Rahu to where he desired to go. Neither Renoxa or Rahu were too far off the ground in case an emergency landing was needed. A good thing considering you would have to land quickly to alert your family who had been watching from the ground. Aegon was quick to get to you with Rhaenys and Visenya (little Maegor was back at the High Hill with plenty of nannies since he was to young to be out and about) running after him. Baelyx watched with wide eyes but also kept vigil over his smaller brother Rhaelor and half-brother Aenys. You were hauled back to Aegonfort.
To your surprise, Aegon was absolutely thrilled to FINALLY have a daughter. Sons were revered above all in both Valyrian culture and Westeros. For him to be so joyous over having a daughter to call his own was heartwarming.
“I have enough sons to hold up the Targaryen legacy.” He earnestly told you. “Five to be exact. I want to gift Westeros with another you though. A Targaryen princess will be much loved indeed.”
You and your family learned early on though that beneath her sweet and innocent countenance, there lay a headstrong and spirited personality that was as delightful as it was unpredictable. Aella was a remarkable blend of her family's qualities: tenacious like Aegon, valiant like Visenya, playful like Rhaenys and. . .
Aegon had put his hand to your chest. “She has your heart.”
A mighty heart.
As much as you were scolding the boys, you had to discipline Aella just as much. She happily got the skirts of her dress dirty when playing outside with her brothers. Little spitfire would even lick at any scrapes she got and carried on her merry way as if nothing happened. Falls did not phase, not even as a baby when she was first learning how to walk on stumbling feet. Visemarys and the younger twin Baelyx thought it was the funniest thing to teach their sister how to be an absolute gremlin. And she adored her older brothers for it. They were the ones to teach her words that were not something a lady should say (although you and your sisters said plenty of the same words). Aella got herself into many brawls with the young sons of different lords who dare say a harmful thing toward Rhaelor’s odd eyes or Aenys’ weak constitution. She would always be there to rouse them up and offer her support in any way possible.
Then there was Aella and Maegor. . . Gods help anyone who fell upon their mischief. They were especially close having been born but months apart. If you were being honest, you did not particularly like Maegor’s influence over Aella. You loved your sister, but her son was another story. He was made of grittier material than the other children of Aegon. You knew if the throne ever fell into the hands of Maegor, well, that would be a dark day for the seven realms. Maegor would not be a kind or virtuous ruler. Thankfully, Maegor’s way to the iron throne would be a long way. Something terrible would have to happen to Visemarys first and as he grew, it was becoming unlikely that anyone besides his own father could defeat him in a sword fight. He was tall with broad shoulders and lithe limbs. You’d seen your son unarm many men who were twice his age and more seasoned a warrior. Motherly pride made you glow every time you watch him train with the others. For being the youngest son though, Maegor grew like a weed. Resilient like one too. When sparring against Rhaelor or Aenys, Maegor was the usual victor. Rhaelor despite his adventurous heart was not much of a fighter. Instead of honing his skill at the blade, Rhaelor would take off on his dragon Imorth. The dragon’s serpentine body, sinewy and elegant, stretches to an impressive length across the sky. Imorth shimmered with a myriad of greens, from deep emerald to a vibrant jade green. Many times, there would be sightings of your son and his dragon all over Westeros when he became an independent young man. He was your diplomat in spite of his odd appearance. His fair complexion and red eyes tend to spook people on the first meeting but he had quite the charming personality and managed to win over even the biggest skeptic. And Aenys, poor Aenys would never be the swordsmen the twins were or even young Maegor. Not even like Aella who had been loudly vocal on her desire to learn whatever her brothers were learning. But he was a kind boy and a scholar and had the sweetest voice when he sang. Even not being a warrior like his brothers, he still managed to receive his own female admirers.
Perhaps it was for the best she learned. Both you and your sisters were trained with a blade and fought alongside Aegon when he called upon you for assistance. Aella would be able to protect herself if the occasion called for it. She wouldn’t have to rely on any man and could fight atop of her mount, Yldri. Yldri boasted a mesmerizing appearance, scales shimmered with the softest lilac hue, like the petals of the most exquisite flowers in the kingdom. If anything, at least Aella would have a traditional Valyrian dragon rider death like her aunt Rhaenys. Rhaenys died in the war with Dorne when Aenys was just three years old. Both her and her silver dragon Meraxes. You kept yourself together for her son. You were the closest thing he’d have to his mother even though you ached for the loss of your beloved sister.
There were moments in your grieving when you would momentarily forget her death and turn to say something to her, only to be painfully reminded that she was no longer there. Neither Visenya nor Aegon knew how to console you when you’d grow quiet in realization at your own blunder. The tears that would prick at your eyes fell without Rhaenys there to wipe them away as she always did. It was considered an honor though for one to die atop of their dragon. A fate that you and the remainder of your siblings desired.
Your grief for Rhaenys lasts for years as you’re slow to come to terms to her no longer being by your side. Late at night you longed for her arms and her kisses. The way she completely molded to your body. She was the one you always turned to as both your sister and lover. Constantly your bedmate whether it be in a sexual way or just to sleep and protect one another. Aegon’s presence was a comfort but by no means a substitute or replacement. No one could take Rhaenys’ spot in your heart.
**
After the Dornish War, there was a long time of peace where the children grew and prospered under its influence. The skies were filled with dragons as was the High Hill.
**
Two dragons fly side by side with ease. The beautiful, sleek body of Imorth is larger than that of the younger Yldri. Even so, both dragons boast the most magnificent scales among the Targaryen’s seven dragons.
Atop of the lilac mount Yldri rode the only Targaryen princess, Aella. Her silver hair grew tangled among the beating of the wind but her smile was ever prominent and cheeks bright pink. Yldri felt her joy and released a happy crowing noise as her wings beat against the open air. In response, Imorth shrieks out his own noise of enjoyment. He dives underneath the she-dragon, giving Aella a perfect glance of the top of Rhaelor’s snow white head. His emerald robes billow behind him, almost fusing with Imorth’s color. The two dragons spiraled around one another, a beautiful dance of dragonkind, their wings brushing against each other in a show of camaraderie. All the while, their riders laugh in a carefree spirit. Their responsibilities were not like those of their elder twin brothers: Visemarys and Baelyx. They were freer to goof off and spend their days in the skies with their dragons. They were not bound by the constraints of the world below. Roars reverberated across the open horizon, not in aggression but in exuberance.
An ear piercing dragon’s cry has their laughter dying down and turning in their saddles to see the larger form of Zypheros, Baelyx’s smoke gray dragon, advancing on them. Stilling their dragons into a steady gliding in place, Zypheros easily catches up with them.
Baelyx’s bangs whip around his face, his long ponytail like a ribbon behind him. When he smiles at his younger siblings, the indentation of dimples grace his face. “Both of you are requested by mother.” He calls over to them. Speaking so high up in the air tend to be difficult, especially on blustery days. “Aunt Visenya and Maegor will be arriving soon.”
Really, all Baelyx had to do was mention Maegor to get Aella’s attention. She can’t help but perk up at the prospect of seeing her other half-brother. Maegor lived on Dragonstone with his mother Visenya. Unlike herself and her other brothers, Maegor had no dragon. For as long as she could remember, Maegor always said the only dragon worthy of him was Balerion. Maybe it was true, maybe not for Balerion was a fine mount; the largest in the continent.
Rhaelor knew his sister better than he knew anyone else. He rolls his scarlet eyes at her obvious excitement to see him though he was not as keen to see his aunt and half-brother.
Her face plastered with a wide grin, Aella urges Yldri to land just outside of the newly constructed capital of Westeros: King’s Landing. The populace still jumped at the cry of dragons above but were slowly getting used to being around them. Aella tries to squint her eye in an attempt to see across Blackwater Bay to Dragonstone in hopes of catching sight Maegor atop of Vhagar with his mother.
Getting closer to the Red Keep, the other dragons of her family rouse their heads as Yldri screeches her greetings. She glides by the training yard where she spots Visemarys, Aenys and Aegon the Conqueror. Their father was the picture of masculinity and authority. Already Visemarys stood at the same height as his father and only required a few more years before his muscles matched Aegon’s. Compared to them, Aenys could be a waif. Not as skinny as he used to be, he still lacks the bulk of his brothers and father. That was okay. Aenys made it up with his kind nature, smarts, and singing voice. Aella appreciated each brother for who he was. She didn’t think any less of Aenys for the fact that he was never going to be a great fighter.
Aegon lifts his head up first to catch his daughter’s lilac dragon pierce through the sky like an arrow. He smiles to himself. She shined brightly, just like Rhaenys and (y/n). Catching even Visemarys gazing up with an expression of pure softness and affection. He’d been seeing it for some time now since Aella came of age. Visemarys AND Baelyx.
(y/n) had noticed it as well and concern flashed on her face when she took note of her twins squaring the other up when Aella was between them. She didn’t want there to be strife among her children. Especially fighting over another sibling. Something like this would certainly prove to be a problem when Aella decides when she is ready to marry for even her mother was loathe to have her marry. After all, the mother and daughter duo was always close. As a babe (y/n) would strap Aella to her chest and take her on flights with Renoxa. Aella would be full of giggles the entire time, loving the open air and wind brushing against her fat cheeks. Her family’s pride and joy despite how often she’d be naughty.
Taking into consideration both of his son’s interest in Aella, Aegon had thought about the perfect match for her. A union between her and Visemarys would be beneficial. She’d be queen once Visemarys was crowned king. She wouldn’t have to face any major life changes. The Red Keep would still be her home and she’d still be near (y/n) and Aegon. But he took into consideration Baelyx’s feelings as well. He was second son, youngest of the twins and the closest in line to the iron throne. An excellent marksmen with a bow and a well phrased in politics. The perfect weapon in the Targaryen belt. Baelyx even wield an assassin’s marked blade. Visemarys was brawny in strength but Baelyx was sleek like a predatory cat. Each movement he made was calculated.
Neither parent had an idea if Aella was aware of the twins’ affections for her. They’d try to support their daughter any way they could though. Whoever she chooses. Similar to his wife, one thing Aegon would never be able to get behind was Aella with Maegor. Thinking of it didn’t sit well with him. Maegor would never hurt Aella, that was not what concerned the conqueror. She’d sooner have his head on a spear if he tried to force himself onto her. His youngest son’s ambitions worried him. He saw the hunger in those eyes, the hunger of another conqueror. Westeros didn’t need one anymore. They needed a king who could continue to keep the peace and balance of the land. He’d be an amazing general were he able to be satisfied with just that. No, Maegor longed for the pinnacle of authority. Aegon didn’t want to scare Visemarys with the potential of an assassination by his own blood. That was the reality. He hoped he would be wrong in the end and perhaps Visemarys and Maegor could work things out civilly.
A few miles away, Yldri finally lands her feet firmly upon the earth. Easily sliding off her back, Aella dusts off her skirts and pats her she-dragon on the neck. They walk the rest of the way to the mouth of what would become the Dragon Pit, a place where her family’s dragons could call home after long hours of being with their rider. Workers were still buzzing around, building the walls higher and higher to especially accommodate Belarion’s great size.
She inhales deeply, happily. Her home was a beautiful one. Her kingdom even grander all thanks to the efforts of her father and his sisters. Aella felt immense pride in being a Targaryen, even more for being the daughter of the conqueror himself.
Yldri playfully shakes her neck, bumping the girl in the back with her large snout. Her giggles are light as she watches her she-dragon make her leisurely way to the entrance of the Dragon Pit, already knowing that as her home. Workers scramble immediately at the sight of her and make way.
Aella scampers down the hill where the pits were situated to the outer walls of the Red Keep itself. The iron portcullis groans and lifts up from it’s stationary position in the ground. She waits patiently, waving to the guards on duty who greet her cheerfully. Above she hears the screech of Imorth and Zephyros gradually catching up to the trail she’d blazed with Yldri.
“Welcome back, princess.” A knight smiles at her. His own eyes glance up to the smoke gray and jade green dragons twirling in the sky.
“Did you hear Maegor’s coming?” She excitedly replies. The reminder makes the knight grimace in response. There was little love for Maegor in the Keep.
She doesn’t pay attention to the disgruntled grunt he gives her. Aella moves right past him but not to the front door of the castle. Walking around the outer bailey leads her to the training grounds where knights and soldiers alike practiced the dance of swords. The shrieking sound of steel against steel rings in her eardrums like the beginning of a song. That’s how she felt whenever she held a sword and trained with her brothers. It was all so much like dancing except more fun. There was a thrilling element to it. The dance of swords was also the fine line between life and death. One balanced on the razor’s edge when performing the intricate steps that were required to assure your life was safe.
Men from either side of her stop what they do to give her the briefest of bows or acknowledgment. Not many men in Westeros approved of a woman taking up a weapon. But she wasn’t any woman. She would be like her mother and aunts, who didn’t need a man to protect them from danger. They could very well take danger by the horns and force them into submission. Although Aella had only seen her mother use a sword once in front of her it made a lasting impression. She became a different person when there was a sword in her hand. In that moment, (y/n) had resembled her eldest sister Visenya.
Aenys’ hair, with pieces of hay sticking out of it, looked like a porcupine when he noticed Aella happily wandering on the training grounds. His watery hyacinth gaze crinkles as he smiles. “What has you all smiles, jorrāelagon mandia (dear sister)?”
Chipper as a bird, Aella grabs his hands and twirls him around now drawing the attention of her father and Visemarys. “Maegor and Aunt Visenya are coming! Mother sent word out to me and Rhaelor. Isn’t it exciting!”
He shared the sentiment of everyone else as his own smile dimmed. Forcing his mouth to keep the shape of a smile, Aenys attempts to sound as lighthearted as his sister. “Is that so?”
At that moment, (y/n) Targaryen appears. Normally when she went to watch her husband and sons train, she’d shed her lovely gowns and dawn her leather trousers and tunic. Not that day. She was dressed in a gown of the softest green, perhaps thinking to match her son Baelyx. This was something endearing (y/n) did. Often she wore colors that matched those of her children’s dragons. Yesterday had been burgundy, taking after Rahu’s dark red hue.
Immediately Aegon catches the emergence of his youngest sister-wife. If possible, there were hearts in his eyes when he gazed upon her like it was the first time. Every edge of his face softens and he pats Visemarys’ back before sprinting to the stone steps that led up to the door. (y/n)’s grin is wide as she lets him sweep her up in his arms. The affection they showed to one another publicly tend to make the boys uncomfortable but Aella loves seeing her parents still enamored with one another after so many years. That was the kind of love she wanted. One to last a lifetime. Visemarys turned his face away when Aegon captures (y/n)’s lips in a passionate kiss. When he spots Aella giggling, he pretends to gag. Aenys chuckled at his family. While his mother was no longer alive, (y/n) became his surrogate mother. She cared for him the same as with her four other children. In Aenys was the last piece of her beloved sister Rhaenys left to the world.
(y/n) whispers something to her husband that has him drawing away partially. “So Visenya is finally returning.”
His sister nods enthusiastically but her smile was stiff and Aella, from the shapes her lips moved in, knew her mother was talking about Maegor being with her as well. Aegon’s long silver-blonde hair had been tied into a braid for sword training, courtesy of (y/n)’s skilled fingers. It trailed down his back, almost to his rear. Swaying as he steps back and holds (y/n)’s hand as they both descend the stairs.
Periwinkle eyes take in her daughter who bounds up to her. She chuckles and smooths the hair on Aella’s head even though the girl was almost the same height as her. “I see the news has reached everyone.”
“Baelyx is an efficient messenger.” Aella happily nods and holds her mom’s hands in her warm grasp. “I’m happy that Aunt Visenya and Maegor are coming after being away for so long, but is there a specific reason?”
The males of her family pay even more attention. This was something they had all been wondering. Four years ago, Aegon cut off contact with Visenya and subsequently Maegor. A big fight tore the elder Targaryen siblings apart. To begin with, Aegon held almost no romantic feelings towards Visenya. That was well known. Evidence being that (y/n) gave birth to four of Aegon’s children while Visenya only conceived one son. (y/n) however still kept in contact with her last sister.
“It has been too long since I’ve seen my dear sister.” (y/n) confesses. By then Baelyx and Rhaelor were now entering the grounds and caught the last words of what their mother had said.
“How long until they get here?” Rhaelor asks after giving his mother a kiss on the cheek which always delighted her.
In return she pats Rhaelor on the cheek. “I can’t imagine it will take them long. Possibly within the hour. All of you are to wash and dress in your best. And boys, please, try your best to get along with Maegor.”
All of the Targaryen boys, even Aegon, look down at their feet. All having been guilty (except for Aenys) of antagonistic tendencies toward Visenya’s only child.
Their maids were already waiting for them each to assist in anything they needed as all five of them were already young adults. Aella would require actual help for putting on her dress as it was many layered with ties that needed to be secured.
They obey their mother’s instructions, but for Visemarys and Baelyx, they in particular were unhappy with Maegor’s arrival.
**
Aegon was always handsome, whether streaked with dirt and blood or cleaned up like he was now he was exquisite.
Reclined on the chaise lounge in his dressing room, you watch the strong muscles of his shoulders as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his clean tunic. Your eyes helplessly rove to the tapering of his waist and down to the perfect lift of his rear.
Later. You tell yourself as you’re already imagining wrapping your legs around that delicious waist as he pounds into you, perhaps pump another child into.
For now, you had to remind your husband. “Do try to be gentler with Maegor. He already knows that he is not the favorite son. You don’t have to rub it in.”
He pauses before shoving his other arm into the corresponding sleeve. “He’s different than our boys (y/n).”
Pursing your lips, you acknowledge what he says as the truth. Maegor was definitely not like your four boys. Something unhinged about Maegor that made even you wary of him. “Regardless, you are his father.”
Turning around, his mauve eyes turn soft in regard to you. You’d voiced this before, the anticipation of discourse between the sons of the dragon dangled above your head the more Maegor was isolated. Aegon kneels in front of you, pressing your knuckles against his silky lips. “I’ll be as gentle as a lamb.”
A laugh bursts out of your chest. “Yes, gentle as a lamb coming from the dragon king himself.”
His grin curls to show off his sharp canine. “I can be gentle.”
Yes, he was capable of being sweet and gentle to you and the rest of the kids but that was the extent. Visenya and Maegor were not granted the same kindness. He still wouldn’t tell you what exactly he and Visenya had argued about before she relocated to Dragonstone, but it must have been big. The two of them never got along, not as much as he got along with you and Rhaenys. Childhood had been no different. The eldest of the Targaryen children bickered nonstop and would even be reduced to brawling out in the courtyard.
Lightly, you drag your lips down the bridge of his straight nose that seemed to have been sculpted by the most talented artist before placing a tender kiss on the tip of his nose. He’s practically purring at all the affection you lavish on him. Sometimes it goes to your head how he immediately becomes pudding in your hands. No one else would ever see Aegon like this. Only you. An incredible power that you alone possessed.
The shrieking of dragons that pierce from outside alert your family that Vhagar was here.
Before allowing any of your children out into the yard to greet her, you double check their attire and move a few stray strands of silver hair that was hanging in Baelyx’s face and to tamper down Rhaelor’s naturally wild hair. A brooch on Aenys’ cloak was askew and you promptly fixed that too. He smiles down at you and you can’t help but lovingly pinch his cheek. He’d been born the weakest, but nearly towered over Aegon now.
Prim and proper, you nod to yourself. Your wildlings, Aella and Rhaelor, could clean up nicely when they actually put their minds to it and weren’t on their dragons. Aella especially was radiant in her cream gown. Maybe too radiant. The twins were gazing adoringly at her, you could practically read the lovesick thoughts going through their head in that moment. If everyone got through today without any bloodshed, you would count it as a success. You just had to get through it then hopefully it would be smooth sailing from there once Visenya and Maegor settled in.
In the distance you could make out Vhagar’s mighty size descending to the entrance of the Dragon Pit. They’d be here shortly.
Aegon laces his fingers with your’s. “Breathe my love. You’re making the children nervous.”
So many things could go wrong. Tragedies of all sorts pierce you so that you listlessly pace in the courtyard. You miss Visenya, but you were ultimately scared of what her arrival would bring.
You give Aegon’s hand a vice-like squeeze. “Good. Maybe they’ll be on their best behavior then.” Particularly Baelyx. He had the shortest temper of all your children. His surliness could match Maegor’s which led the two to constantly butting heads when they were smaller. It didn’t take much to set off either boy.
Shouts from guards atop of the guard tower shout the arrival of your sister and nephew. You press yourself closer to Aegon in both excitement and nerves.
The gate rises and there stood the firm figure of your sister Visenya and the young man beside her. His hair and eyes scream Targaryen. Maegor. Unlike his brothers and father, Maegor wore his silver-blonde locks short. Suits the harsh features of his face much better in all honesty.
They stride past the threshold, movements in perfect synchronicity that you wonder if they intended for that or if mother and son were just that much alike.
Regardless of the bruised feelings among your elder siblings, you smile and open your arms wide to embrace Visenya. Usually she detested physical contact. She didn’t even like holding or carrying Maegor around when he was an infant. For you though. . .
A rare and beautiful smile makes her regular stoney face crumble as she enters your arms, her own arms encircling around you. She presses you close to her body and you could practically hear her sigh in relief. “Ñuha prūmia (my heart).” She nuzzles her face against your hair. “Skorkydoso eman bōsa naejot ūndegon aōha laehurlion (How I have longed to see your face).”
Tears burn behind your eyes but you’re still smiling, even more now after her words. “Ao kesīr leghagon nyke (You here completes me).”
Before she could completely break in front of everyone, Visenya tears herself away first and rapidly blinks her eyes clear. Her stoic expression returns when she glances at the rest of the family behind you. Specifically at the King of the Seven Kingdoms himself.
“Aegon.” Her voice is frosty.
Your husband returns the sentiment in kind. “Visenya. You and Maegor appear to be doing well.” For Aegon, that was as friendly as he could be with her right now. Looks like he hadn’t forgotten nor forgiven whatever transpired between them.
To break the iciness, you beckon your children forward. Happily, Aella is the first to greet Visenya and Maegor. Her aunt pleasantly hums and pats her on the head. “How grown you are.”
“Welcome home.” Aella tells her earnestly. Then she turns to Maegor who already has a cocky smirk plastered on his mouth. You chew on the inside of your cheek at the look he gives her. “Hello, Maegor.” She tilts her chin up to dazzle him with a smile.
His voice is a deep rumble. “Aella.”
The other boys politely greet them in turn. You bid everyone to retire inside so that your sister and nephew could relax from their dragon ride although Visenya didn’t know the first thing about relaxing, always alert and ready for battle. War time was over but the way Visenya was, you’d think conflict was still array in the land. Rhaelor worked well as a diplomat and was constantly going to visit all of Westeros’ wardens. Not even a whisper of friction. A few bandits here and there but nothing dire.
In the private sitting room of the Red Keep is where your get together was reconvened. Refreshments and sweets were offered as mainly you and Aella kept up conversation. Aenys helps as much as he could as does Rhaelor so that tensions may be eased but it’s difficult when the twins and Maegor are having a staring contest. Visenya and Aegon were no better. You felt the chill coming off of them.
“Your children are of proper marrying age.” Visenya brings up randomly as the conversation lulls to just you and your older sister. “When will you be arranging prospective partners?”
You’re caught off guard back her sudden question. You glance at the five of them. Visemarys and Baelyx will be four and twenty come the next season while Aella had just turned seven and ten two months ago.
“We’re in no rush.” You tell her tentatively. Visenya had certain ideals that you didn’t share with her. She always thought you and Aegon coddled your children and that they grew up spoiled.
Her eyes narrow. “What about Visemarys? He should get a start on producing future heirs.”
He stiffens next to you in his seat, uncomfortable with his aunt’s scrutiny landing fully on him. Vis was not one to be easily intimidated though, especially not by an aunt he hadn’t seen in years. She held no sway or authority here. Not like you did as the official Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
“I have already decided on my bride.”
That stuns everyone and Visenya’s eyes visibly round at him. He keeps his face cool and collected with a slight smirk curling at the corner of his lips. You and Aegon wordlessly gape at each other before addressing Visemarys.
“You have?”
“Who is it?”
“Have we met her?”
Dozens of questions flew from you and your husband. You should have known though. There was only one girl he’d ever wanted to take for himself as a wife.
“Aella.”
Baelyx jumps to his feet and growls at his twin. “You can’t just claim her as your’s.” He gestures to their sister who sat completely perplexed that Visemarys had named her his bride. Without even discussing it in her. Her face grew red with both embarrassment and discontent.
You put a soothing hand on Baelyx’s arm but it’s too late. He’s furious and you fear that Maegor will feed off of this negative energy as well. But he’s still sitting, perfectly restrained and smirking at his half-brothers in an arrogant way that had you wondering what he was thinking. Or plotting.
Aegon leans to breathe something into Visemarys’ ear. Father and son stand. “Excuse us.” Without another word, they leave with Baelyx right behind them still fuming and yelling at his brother who seemingly became deaf to his irate brother.
Heaviness still hung in the air though as the rest of you flounder for something to say. Aella angrily trembled as Aenys consoles her. He knows when a battle has been lost though as Aella, just as quickly as her father and brothers, storms out of the room.
**
The vile audacity to claim her in front of everyone. He’d never even mentioned any sort of feelings that would hint that Visemarys felt something more for her other than brotherly love. Aella would be a fool not to notice how Baelyx and Visemarys looked her way. She knew but she wanted to hear them say it to her directly, not be sneaky but abruptly bringing it up with the rest of the family. Baelyx wasn’t really mad on her behalf. He was mad because he hadn’t been the one to publicly claim her first.
Rage boiled her from the inside and heats up her checks with the fires of all the Seven Hells. When she got ahold of them, Aella would throttle both brothers into the ground. Didn’t matter that they were stronger and older than her. She would find a way to bring them down to their knees and BEG for her mercy. If only they weren’t so consumed with their alpha male bullshit to even asked her who she favored more. Were she to be faster to leave the sitting room, maybe Aella could have followed them to wherever they went off to. This involved her after all. Who she chose as her husband was her decision. Her parents promised her that she could choose whoever she wants to take as a partner. They said they would support her. This was a discussion that required her presence as well. She’d smother the flames of her fury in order to put up her petition to remind Aegon that she was in charge of choosing.
First she went to the chambers of the king and queen. Empty.
Stalking through the halls of the Keep, Aella realized that they weren’t in the main dwellings of the family. Aegon must have took them where he carries out all important duties. The throne room that housed the infamous iron throne, built by her father the conqueror. He was always wary when the young ones were too close to it. The swords were still sharp like they were freshly pulled from their owner’s hands. Swords of his fallen enemies. It wasn’t uncommon to receive small cuts from it. Aegon was never maimed when he sat on the throne since it was made for him. Not even his own chair would harm him.
This forces her to leave the Keep and cross through the outer yard to get to the throne room which also housed a granary and a kitchen. Each step she took, Aella let out another curse toward her brothers. She’d give them the tongue lashing of the century. It will be ringing in their ears even as they lay on their deathbed. The never ending presence of soldiers milling about didn’t garner a second glance at them though even they noticed her wrath filled strut. Their princess rarely grew as impassioned as she was in that moment. Whatever argument was had in the Keep was enough to stoke her fire.
The soldiers standing at the front bow at her presence and let her easily pass through. Aegon had been in the middle of saying something until the clacking of her heels hit against the ground. Visemarys smiles as if nothing of interest was going on while Baelyx’s seething lightened up. She walks straight up to Visemarys and shoves him with a house.
“What kind of power trip are you on?” Teeth grit down hard as she goes to push him again despite her father calling her name.
Her anger toward Vis and not Baelyx as his glare turning into a self-righteous sneer. “See! I was only speaking up in Aella’s interest.”
Wrong thing to say.
She whips around and smacks Baelyx across the face. “You’re no better! You caused a scene.”
“Aella.” That stern command has Aella balling her hands into fists but obeys to face her father. She knew when to pick her fights and she would not win a fight with her father no matter how much Aegon loved his daughter. When he used that tone with her there was little choice but for her to simmer down. But her rage was still heavy in her mouth. She couldn’t even look at either brother who are positioned on either side of her. Baelyx, though his cheek was turning red, he sadly glances at his sister before pressing his lips firmly together.
Aegon sighed, lines running across his face in the light of the throne room. A blessing he thought his children were. They behaved with the common childish mischief that arose with many kids in proximity. Never really caused him any real problems. But this was very much a problem that Aegon dreaded addressing.
“Is it true you didn’t even speak this over with Aella, Visemarys?” He knows the answer.
Visemarys being the eldest tend to let that go to his head. Crown Prince of Westeros and Heir to the Iron Throne, he thought whatever he said would be law. At least he has the common sense to shift his eyes away from Aegon with shame. “Yes, your grace. I figure it was inevitable though. Who better for me to take as wife and queen?”
His sister scoffs in disgust but keeps quiet under Aegon’s intimidating glare.
“You do not have immediate claim of Aella just because you are first born.” Aegon sternly informs his son. In response his heir flinches. He’d been hoping his father would be on his side. Really, who would Aegon rather Aella marry? Visemarys would make her a queen. “She was promised she could choose her own husband. You’d be wise to respect that.”
Newfound admiration blossoms for her father. She hadn’t expected him to take her side in all of this. But she realized she would not be exempt from being scolded as well.
“Baelyx may have deserved your words but he didn’t deserve your abuse.” Aegon gazes from one pair of lilac eyes to another. Their father cast quite the shadow. “All of you are to go to your rooms for the rest of the night. Your dinner will be brought to you. You’re to reflect on how your actions may have harmed the other. Put yourself into their body and empathize. We’re family first and foremost. The house of the dragon cannot survive if we’re squabbling amongst one another.” He appeared to catch his own words. Momentarily he hangs back to gather his thoughts. “Tomorrow morning report straight to the throne room. No breakfast.”
They bow to their illustrious father. His final words were law and even his offspring must bend the knee to their sovereign.
Guards were sent along with them to make sure the trio went to their respective rooms.
In her room, Aella seeks out a distraction in the form of embroidery, to darts, hells she even tried to practice the lute but even boredom couldn’t help her enjoy that monstrous instrument that her teachers insist her learn to play. By the second hour, Aella was near ready to smash her lute into a thousand pieces against her bedpost. Were it not for the playful knock at her door, she may have gone through with her destructive impulse. A quizzically arched brow, Aella stares at the door.
“Who is it?” She called out.
“Jaesa (Goddess).” That fine serpent’s voice has her heart fluttering.
“Maegor. Unfortunately I have been banished to my room for the night.” She chuckled and tents her fingers on the door. “I don’t think father intended for me to have any visitors.”
His laugh is a low baritone that has Aella smiling fondly at the door. “Open the door, Jaesa.”
She doesn’t bother to think about the consequences and pulls on the handle of her door. Maegor is by himself, and easily manages to squeeze his way through the slim opening she offered him. Four years didn’t change Maegor’s personality, but it certainly transformed his body into swelled muscles and a proud stance.
Still furious with her brothers, Aella eyes him up and down with a coy grin that mirrored her half-brother’s. He read her mind easily, always had. He’s already lifting her up by her rear as she grabs for his face to kiss him.
Only she could say who were husband would be.
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SINNERS — Masterlist.
GENERAL MASTERLIST > Here.
STATUS: Hiatus.ㅤLAST UPDATE: October 8th.
PAIRING: Maegor I Targaryen x Fem!OC
SUMMARY: After Maegor finds out his beloved niece is to be wed with her own brother, he absolutely loses his mind. He can't just let her go.
TAGS: incest (niece/uncle), age gap, grooming, emotional dependency, toxic relationships, obssesive behavior, corruption, manipulation, smut, angst, murder & blood, maegor being his own warning, war themes, violence, profanity. (+18/MDNI)
(*) means smut.
Prologue.
Chapter 1.
Chapter 2.
Chapter 3.
Chapter 4. (*)
Chapter 5. (*)
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Hello dear >< what do you think of Yandere's reaction to Aegon I, Maegor, Aemond and Daemon being in love with a reader sister but she rejects them because she is in love with a lowborn man? (like a blacksmith or a soldier or a stable boy) and they catch her trying to run away from her with her lover to the free lands? <333 (Drama mode ON)
I’m gonna start referring to these 4 as the toxic four. It’s like the fantastic four, but really horny and toxic. [ Also, this took me forever to write. So hopefully you enjoy]
Tw: stalking, murder, non-con
Aegon I (The Conqueror)
His sister didn’t think twice about announcing her plans to marry and run off with some stable boy that none of her siblings have ever met. She thought that they would be happy for her. After all, ever since she had been able to read, all she could talk about was the Free Cities and getting away from Westeros. Now she had a man who adored her and promised to take her to see the places she had only dreamed of.
The only thing was: her siblings weren’t happy. Specifically her brother, Aegon. He was silent for a little while after her announcement and then after Rhaenys nudged him in the side (not so slyly), he gritted through his teeth a congratulation. He didn’t mention to his darling sister that he was planning on marrying her himself, making her his third wife. He held his tongue and didn’t comment on how a stable boy could never afford to bring her to the Free Cities. Instead, he only kissed his sister on the head and left the room. He had to think of something quickly before that stable boy took her from him forever.
The idea came to him during the evening meal. When she went to her chambers for the night he would lock her doors so she couldn’t leave and sneak away to see her stable boy. The next morning when she mentioned it, he only shrugged and pretended to have no idea why it was locked.
“Perhaps the guards locked the doors because they were afraid an intruder was within the walls,” he said with a shrug. She didn’t look like she believed him but she didn’t call him on his lie either. As the days went by he continued to lock her doors at night and eventually resorted to doing it during the day when she was in her chambers and not with him or her sisters. She had stopped questioning it and Aegon soon learned why. She was receiving letters from this man she claimed to love. He watched to see how they were delivered to his dear sister and when he saw that one of the guards was the middleman, he promptly brought him outside and let Balerion set him aflame. After that, he received the letters intended for his sister. He read every one of them and, after he was done, threw them into the fire.
He knew his sister’s heart would break thinking that the man she loved had forgotten about her but Aegon needed to do this. Luckily, his sister didn’t catch on to the fact that he was the one getting rid of the letters so when she asked him to give her letters to the stable boy, he agreed with a smile. When she was out of his sight, though, he promptly ripped the letters to shreds.
He figured it had been long enough and it was time for him to meet this other man. He was disappointed when he finally came across him. He was nothing special and he backed away in fear of his King. His sister deserved better than this wastrel. He made the conversation brief. Informing the stable boy that his sister had come to her senses and realized that she could never marry someone like him. She was to marry her brother and King and he should move on and forget about her. The stable boy only nodded meekly and Aegon had to hide the smile on his face until he turned to walk away.
Aegon kept an eye on the stable boy as days and nights passed. He watched as he married another woman, someone plain and lowborn like he was. When he informed his sister of this she wept uncontrollably and refused to believe it. He held her as she cried and offered to take her to his home to show her his new wife. His sister shook her head and refused. Aegon stroked her hair as she cried and remained with her until she fell asleep. When he finally left, he didn’t lock the doors to her chambers.
As she slept, he made the arrangements for them to wed the next day. He couldn’t put it off any longer in case she found someone else.
Maegor
Maegor is an observant man. He notices before anyone else that his sister has taken a liking to a blacksmith in the city. While it was suggested by almost everyone that he spend time with his wife, Ceryse, and try and put a child in her, he was instead watching his sister sneak away from the Red Keep. He would follow her through the hidden passageways and down to the city.
Watching her wasn’t new to him. He had been doing it for years. It only worsened after The Faith told his mother that he couldn’t take his sister as a wife. His mother had finally budged and he was married to a Hightower rather than who he belonged with. He watched as several men of noble birth tried to gain her attention. Before he could even scare them off she had already turned them down. He thought perhaps she harbored feelings for him and was bidding her time until he could get rid of Ceryse. He soon realized that wasn’t the case as he stood in the shadows and watched his sister with a blacksmith.
When he returned to the castle he didn’t tell anyone of his discovery and despite the building feeling of wanting to go into her chambers and claim her before that filthy blacksmith laid a hand on her, he bided his time and listened and watched. He acted normal when his dear sister was around and even went to his wife’s chambers at night. Still, as soon as he heard her making plans with her blacksmith to sneak away to the Free Cities when the moon was at its fullest and everyone important in the castle would be asleep, he began making plans.
He had to wait it out until he could set his plan in motion. He acted like he had no idea of his sister’s plan to run away. On the night that the moon was at its fullest, he went to the Sept. not to pray, of course, his mother taught him better than to believe in the Seven. He watched the moon through the window and waited. It wasn’t long until a few guards that were loyal to him came in carrying his sister who was shouting at them and the blacksmith who was being drugged along. Maegor smiled when he saw his bruises and bloodied face.
When his sister saw him she ran to him and begged him to command the guards to let her love go. Maegor only grabbed her arm and told her to look around. She did with a confused look. Finally realizing they were in a Sept and in front of them stood a Septon who looked terrified. She finally looked back up at her brother who told her that he knew about her plan and that he was tired of the handwringing of the Faith and their father, he would take a second wife, as was his right as a Targaryen. This time, though, it would be one of his choosing. When his sister started to protest he grabbed her chin and pointed it towards her blacksmith and told her that she either goes through with this and he would set the man free, or he would kill the man right now and fuck her in his blood so that she was dishonored, making it so she had no choice but to marry him.
With tears streaming down her face, she sniffled and told her brother that she would marry him. He smiled at her and gestured for the Septon to start. Once he had the woman he longed for as his bride he threw her over his shoulder and began to make his way to the castle. While he consummated his new marriage, his guards would know what to do. He knew that he couldn’t let that blacksmith go. His new wife would only try and find him again so as he spilled his seed in his sister's cunt, down in the sept his guards took the blacksmith outside and cut his throat.
Aemond
Aemond wasn’t surprised when he noticed his sister begin to blush over a knight from Dorne. When they were younger she had always read about knights who fell in love with princesses. Knights who married them, and despite all of the obstacles they faced they always had a happy ending. She had been watching her Dornish knight for a while now, long enough for Aemond to realize that something was going on between the two of them.
Without realizing it, Aemond had begun to secretly follow the knight. Watching what he did throughout his days and nights, hoping to find something that he could tell his dear sister about. Aemond was going to marry her. He knew this in his bones but his sister had yet to come to understand that they were fated to be together.
At their evening meal, Aemond didn’t say anything as she talked excitedly about the next tourney that was to be held for Prince Maelor’s first name day. She talked endlessly about how the knight from Dorne would surely be the champion, as he clearly was more skilled than all of the others. Their mother only smiled politely at her daughter's gushing. She knew that her daughter had feelings for the knight, it was why she had gone to Aemond the other night and asked him to let his betrothal to his sister go so she may be happy with this other man. Aemond had only told his mother that he wouldn’t and that his sister would find happiness with him.
After they finished and everyone went to their separate chambers, Aemond grabbed his dark cloak and slipped out, and found the knight that had caught his sister’s eye. He eventually found him in the gardens whispering behind some hedges. He couldn’t see who the man was talking to but he heard plans on running away before the next tourney. Of escaping to the free cities and making the woman he talked to his bride. He smiled as he listened, finally, he had something he could tell his sister that stops her childish fascination with the knight.
It was t until the knight walked away finally that he saw the woman finally emerge from the hedges. His blood began to boil when he saw that it was not some random woman, but his sister. The woman he loved and planned to marry was making plans of running away with that lowborn Dornish bastard.
He followed his sister quietly as she made her way back to her chambers. His mind was spinning as he thought of what to do. He couldn’t allow her to run off with some other man. He knew if he told her about their betrothal it would only make her move her plans up so that she would be gone before he could call her his wife. Perhaps that was why when she slipped back into her chambers, he followed her. With a surprised gasp from her, he lowered the hood of his cloak and looked at his sister. She laughed and asked him what he was doing but he couldn’t seem to make himself talk. He finally knew what he had to do to make sure the woman he loved didn’t leave.
He stalked over to her silently and proceeded to grab her. He didn’t listen as her questions turned to protests or when she started to squirm and fight in his arms as he hauled her to her bed and climbed on top of her. This was not how he planned for this to go. He had thought they would be married when he finally took her to bed and when he finally slipped his cock inside of her she would moan and gasp and beg for more, not cry and try to feebly push him off of her, but he had to do this tonight. He knew that by taking her maidenhood tonight and informing his mother of what he did tomorrow morning that she would be his wife within the week and she wouldn’t be able to leave him.
When the tourney to celebrate Prince Maelor’s name day came around he sat beside his new wife as they watched the knights come out. His wife tensed when she saw the Dornish knight appear. Aemond only smiled, knowing that they hadn’t seen each other since that knight he took his sister’s maidenhood. When the knight looked up at the box they were sitting in, Aemond reached over and grabbed his sister's hand. The knight could look at his wife all he wanted but Aemond would have filled her with his seed before they arrived at the tourney and who would bring her back to their chambers afterward instead of going to the feast, and fuck her like he had been doing nonstop for the past several days.
Daemon
Daemon notices his sister falling for one of his gold cloaks before anyone else does. He saw the man watch his sister before but thought nothing of it. After all, his sister is one of the most beautiful women in the realm.
Daemon hadn’t tried to stop anything between his sister and one of his men. While he loved his sister and planned to marry her one day, that day wasn’t today. He thought he’d let her have her little infatuation before he took her for himself. He hadn’t expected Viserys to agree to let her marry the man. He knew things about this man that neither his brother nor his sister knew. He had spent time with him in brothels as he fucked his way through whores and laughed with his men as they all found pretty commoners to wet their cocks. It was fine to Daemon when that man was just a gold cloak, working for him, but now he was married to his sister and it made him burn with fury.
He couldn’t kill the man right away. He had no problem with his inevitable death looking suspicious, but his sister would never come to him willingly if she believed him to be her husband's murderer. So instead, he watched the two. At meals, he would make his sister’s husband squirm as he brought up old stories and at night he would sneak through the passageways and watch, hidden away, as his beautiful sister moaned under her husband.
It was on a night that he had hidden away to watch as his sister got fucked that he overheard their plans. Her husband wanted to leave. He wanted to take his sister away from King’s Landing and sail to the Free Cities. It took all of Daemon’s willpower to not barge into their chambers at that moment and strangle him. His sister wasn’t going to leave him, especially not for her lowborn bastard of a husband.
After they finished talking, Daemon watched as the other man undressed and pushed his sister down to her knees. He closed his eyes and imagined it was her gagging on his cock as he fucked her throat. He didn’t touch himself, though. He had a plan that needed to be done tonight or otherwise, he’d be saying goodbye to his sister soon.
When the couple finally fell asleep, Daemon snuck into his sister’s chambers. He wasn’t worried about waking her husband. After spending so long on the City Watch with the man, Daemon knew how heavy of a sleeper he was. He stood beside the bed and looked down at his sister’s naked form. It had been several months since she had married and she was yet to be with child. He knew she didn’t drink moon tea and he wouldn’t be surprised if her husband couldn’t give her a child. The man had many mistresses and not one bastard.
Daemon pulled the sheet off of his sister slowly and snuck into the bed beside her. She rolled over unconsciously so that she was facing her husband and Daemon couldn’t help the smirk that found its way onto his face. He pumped his cock a few times before rubbing it between her folds. She hadn’t moved as he did so, still sleeping soundly. When he finally pushed into her she stirred only slightly, she mumbled her husband's name and Daemon brought his hand to cover her mouth as he began thrusting into her wet cunt. Even in her sleep Daemon felt her flutter around him and in no time he was spilling his seed inside of her. When he pulled out of her he stayed a little longer as he watched his cum ooze out of her.
He returned every night and spilled himself inside of his dear sister as she lay sleeping. After two moons of him claiming her, she announced one morning that she was with child. She was showered in congratulations and only Daemon noticed that her husband was grinding his teeth beside her. It was when she was beginning to swell with the child that he had put in her that Daemon realized that now was the time to shed her of a husband. After all, he couldn’t have his child calling someone else father. So one night as they patrolled the streets of the city together, his sister’s husband found himself in an accident.
He returned to the castle and delivered the news himself. They were patrolling like usual when they decided to separate for a time. After an hour or so some commoner came running up to him and told him that one of his gold cloaks had his throat cut while in a brothel. His dear sister was inconsolable at first but after several moons had passed and the birth of their child grew near, Daemon suggested to her that she remarry.
His suggestion earned him a slap across the face but later that night his sister came to him and apologized. She told him that she knew that he was right and that it just felt wrong to marry someone while she was pregnant with her deceased husband's child. Daemon only brought her into his arms and shushed her. When she quieted he reminded her that her husband was found in a brothel. One of which he frequented often before she had married him. He told her she would not be the one disgracing him.
When he pulled back from her, his sister looked up at him with innocent wife eyes and almost everything in Daemon told him to take her to his bed. He fought against his urges and told her that he would marry her. He would raise her child like it was his and her child would not want for a father, the same as she would not want for a husband.
A week after their conversation, they stood together as they said their marriage vows. His sister couldn’t stand for long periods of time, her stomach so swollen that it tired her easily. He tried to look happy at being newly married and not triumphant in finally getting what he coveted for so long. When he took her the night of their wedding he no longer needed to fuck her slow and gentle. He didn’t need to worry about waking her and instead he watched as her milky tits bounced with every hard thrust of his.
It was only a moon later when his sister went into her labors and after several hours he was finally let into the room to see his wife laying in bed holding a small bundle. When he walked over to her he kissed her on the forehead and looked down at the coping bundle. The little boy had a patch of silver hair and large lilac eyes blinked up at him. He smiled down at his son and kissed his wife when she suggested naming the child after him. The man, she claimed, always took care of her and looked at her son as though the child was his. He nodded his head, agreeing to the name, and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from telling her that the child she held was truly his and not her first husband's.
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Yandere mother-in-law Visenya Targaryen and daughter-in-law reader and yandere husband Maegor Targaryen.
~ Maegor discovers his reader first. Although he was married to Ceryse for twelve years, he still had no heir. That's why he decided to look for a woman to give him heirs. After his father's death, he will make his decision alive after adopting the dragon named Balerion, known as the Black Horror.
~ He sees the reader when he goes to the Red Fort to attend a meeting. It will immediately gather information about who the reader is. Visenya doesn't know what to decide when Maegor asks her for help. However, as soon as she sees the reader, she develops inclinations towards the reader like her son.
~ She accepts her as a daughter he never had. She believes wholeheartedly that the reader will be able to give her many grandchildren. She will encourage his son's inclinations. This does not give a good result at all. Maegor King asks his brother to annul his marriage to Ceryse. If this is not accepted, she asks permission to take the Reader as his second wife. If both requests are not accepted, he will choose another path. He gets angry and will hold grudges against his brother, the council, and anyone who opposes his wishes.
~ Maegor will make a plan to take you by force. But Queen Visenya will be more cunning. She would take you as her bridesmaid and make everyone look like you died. Maegor had immediately accepted this plan. You are soon sent to Dragonstone as Queen Visenya's bridesmaid. For a few weeks, Queen Visenya chooses to wait for you to get used to them. After a few weeks, Queen Visenya says she wants to marry you off to her son. At first you object. But for the sake of your family and Westeros, you are forced to accept his plans. They lie to everyone that you are dead. Many believe this.
~ You soon marry Maegor in accordance with both Valyrian and Westeros traditions. Queen Visenya is preparing you for the evening. Maegor is trying his best not to hurt you all night long. Maegor no longer goes to his first wife's bed. Even if Ceryse suspects something, Queen Visenya silences her. He spends every night with you. She spends every opportunity she gets with you.
~ It turns out that you are pregnant almost a month after your marriage. Maegor is very proud and Queen Visenya is very happy. Queen Visenya is spending time with you and her unborn grandchild. You are trapped by two possessive dragons that stay on top of your head throughout your pregnancy.The best food for you and the baby is brought to the Castle from various parts of Westeros.
~ You don't get rid of these two dragons even while giving birth. If you ask your mother or another family member, they will say that they are your only family and that they are with you. They do not agree to leave your side until the birth is over. They don't leave you alone no matter how long it takes. Queen Visenya wipes the sweat from your forehead and face with a cloth. Maegor holds your hand with one hand, while the other supports you on your shoulder. They both support you verbally. Maegor gently puts pressure on your belly so that the baby can come out when needed.
~ The gender of the baby born is not important. As long as you and the baby are healthy, they don't care. Maegor will say that he is not disappointed or upset that he is not the son. You will try until you become a son. Queen Visenya agrees with her son. If it's a girl, she'll want to name the baby after herself.
~ Visenya will take care of you until you are fully recovered. For the second child, he will order his son not to approach you until your body is fully healed. He refuses to put you in danger. Maegor readily agrees so as not to endanger you.
~ Queen Visenya will teach the baby Valyrian language and history. She will learn how to use swords and other weapons from her grandmother and from the best masters. Maegor will go for rides on Dragon's back with his child.
~ Every child you give birth to is loved by them.They will all be pampered and protected. They will burn anyone who tries to harm or insult them. Maegor is trying to get you pregnant as best he can. Queen Visenya wants you to give birth to her grandchildren as long as they don't harm your health. Maegor tries very hard to be the best father for children.
~ They panic a lot when you get sick or injured. They don't stop worrying until you get better and regain yourself. They will take care of you until you regain your health. They cannot entrust you to anyone in your sensitive state.
~ They're showering you with lots of presents. Clothes, jewellery, gold, luxury and expensive fabrics, books, works of art and much more. They will provide all the necessary things so that you can do your hobbies while you are in your room.
~ Maegor would never cheat on you. From the day he married you, he does not look at or touch any other woman. Even his first wife, Ceryseni, will no longer visit. No one can tell Maegor anything about it. If Cerys and her family try to do anything about it, Maegor and Queen Visenya will silence them.
~ Punishments will be more isolation. They prefer psychological and emotional punishments more. They do not hesitate to manipulate and use guilt against you when necessary.
~ You can't escape them in any way. Even if you run away, they will find you and bring you back no matter how long it takes. No one will help you with them. (Because they are afraid.) If anyone helps, they will execute them all.
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The Dark & The Dawn P2
Media House of The Dragon
Character Daemon Targaryen
Couple Daemon Targaryen X Celestia Dayne [OC] (Reader Dayne with dark hair and purple eyes)
Rating Sweet
Part One
Reader - Celestia Dayne (Dark hair, Violet eyes)
They walked the gardens with arms liked, they passed the tall hedges, and dragon statues that litter the impressive gardens of the red keep. Daemon was the first to break the silence between them both.
"Celestia of House Dayne," He chuckled,
"Prince Daemon of House Targaryen," she snapped back at him,
"I never imagined myself being married to a Dornish girl,"
"Stranger things have happened in this dynasty of yours,"
"... I suppose," He chuckled, "You and your family seem to really lean into the aesthetic,"
"Excuse me?"
"Forgive me, I mean no offence. But... Celestia? The star-embroidered dress? your castle is even called Starfall,"
She raised an eyebrow at his words and once again snapped back at him, "Daemon? Dragonstone? The scales on your doublet and the silver dragon clips on your bliaut? One could say you too lean into the aesthetic?"
He chuckled, "I suppose you're right, perhaps once we are married we can combine them?"
She laughed, "Perhaps we shall make a new sigil? A dragon on a star-filled sky, a dragon made of stars,"
"Quiet a sight I should think," he laughed leading them both to sit on a stone bench,
"It would, So... it is true we are to be married?"
"It is, politicking but we are to marry," he nodded,
"I see, may I ask about the blade you carry?" She asked glancing at his sheath,
He smirked and raised an eyebrow, "That interests you?"
"It does," she nodded,
He smiled smugly and pulled out his sword,
The Sword Dark Sister lays in his hands the long thin blade of dark Valyrian steel almost sucks light away with its darkness,
He held the sword in his hands showing it to her almost ceremoniously as he was admittedly giddy to have a lady be interested in such a thing, "This is Dark Sister, Valyrian steel longsword ancestral to house Targaryen,"
"May I?" She asked offering her hands,
He smirked more but gently passed it to her allowing her to hold it, she held the sword with two hands one under the blade and one under the pummel Celestia felt the weight of it in her hands and looked over the intricate details of the blade of dark steel, this caused Daemon a wider smile to see her so interested and to see she knew the correct ways and didn't immediately do something foolish,
"Would you tell me about it?" She looked up at him her purple eyes glimmering,
"Of course," He nodded, "Dark sister has been a relic of house Targaryen since even before Aegon's conquest of Westeros," He explained, "It was favoured greatly by Queen Visenya, during the Dornish war she slew assassins in defence of Aegon and herself, it was even with Dark Sister in hand Queen Visenya cut the cheek of King Aegon to prove the ineffectiveness of his protectors thus establishing the Kingsguard,"
"Impressive," she smiled tossing the sword in her hands,
"Visenya bestowed the sword to her son Maegor but he merely hung it upon the wall of Dragonstone,"
"A shame for such a blade to be a mere decoration,"
"It is indeed, but it wasn't for too long once Visenya died Queen Alyssa Velaryon fled with her children and her son Jaehaerys took Dark sister with him and he carried the sword as he announced his claim and even onto the throne with him." he explained, "Baelon the brave my father, took Dark Sister and wield the sword in vengeance for his brother but when he passed Jaehaerys passed the sword to me." He explained,
"You must hold great love for the blade then?"
"I do," he nodded, "I have held Dark sister in hand most of my life, I have won countless tourneys, took part in countless hunts, and even used it to end the war for the stepstones. though I know not nearly enough has been done as of yet to live up to this blade history,"
"But you are still young," she said, "Still time to give the sword time with you matching of its grand life prior to your hand," she smiled offering it back,
He nodded and took the sword back returning it to his hip, "May I ask? What is the blade you carry?"
Celestia smiled widely and pulled out her own sword,
The Sword Dawn lays in her hand, with a blade as pale as milk glass seeming to glimmer and sparkle, almost as if it created light from it as if a radiant star.
"This is Dawn, the ancestral greatsword of House Dayne,"
"May I?"
"You may," she nodded handing it to him,
He took it and checked it over much as she did to dark sister, Daemon was surprised at how light the sword was for a greatsword but found it as sharp as Valyrian steel, "Would you tell me about it?"
"I'd be delighted," she smiled, "As per Legend Dawn was forged from the heart of the star that fell to the earth on Starfall, made from the star's very soul by blacksmiths with magic lost to time. It had passed through many great hands but I admit it doesn't hold a history like Dark Sister, Dawn does not pass from heir to heir only a knight of house Dayne who is deemed worthy may have the honour to wield Dawn until his death."
"And you carry it today? in ceremony for our wedding?"
"No," Celestia smiled, "I am Dawn's first female holder in our history,"
"I thought you had to be a knight?"
"You do, my brother knighted me as a joke when we were young but when my grandfather died and the sword became free I challenged my right as a Knighted Dayne for my chance to Weild the sword," she explained, "As I need not explain. I was successful."
"You beat out all other knights to be worthy enough to hold Dawn?"
"I did, I beat sixteen other knights and I believe my prize was worth it a thousand times over,"
"I tend to agree," Daemon nodded returning the sword to her, "I rather look forward to my duties,"
"Do you?" She smirked at him as she returned the sword to its sheath,
"I do, to think Our child could one day hold claim to both Dark Sister and Dawn, Now that would be a man to fear."
"Or Woman." she snapped back,
"Or woman," he nodded taking her hand and kissing it,
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THE SHADOW QUEEN
Mainlist | Prologue | Chapter I
(This is based on my book on wattpad)
Daemon Targaryen x OC!(Lunaerys Novak)
For caution, most of this is fictional not included in the books or show!! So there will be more than a few of my original characters that have last names of main characters.
When Aegon the Conqueror and his three sisters came to Conquer what was known as, Westeros, the Seven Kingdoms. There was another Kingdom that was not part of neither of these realms, it was its own entire world. The Kingdom of Adrithe, an own realm built of gold and black steel. The capital was known as Morruk, in which House Novak, the royal family of Adrithe had ruled over their sacred realm. It was said that the people of Adrithe had prayed and worshiped the Gods of the Old Flame, five gods in which created the very first fire, Aellos known as the almighty of all of the Old Flame souls, and sacred oaths. Rhemeros, the goddess of fertility and life. Moruku, the goddess of Seas and Darkness. Orkos, the God of War and Protector of warriors and children, and lastly Lunaeros, the goddess of mischief and eternal death. The legend states that they were siblings, born of the skies, their duty was to create the first fire. The first eternal life.
When the four had came forth to the earth's grounds, they had presented a large land of people their gift, in exchange for their worship and their fair treaties the four gods would present them with fire and protection. During this encounter the gods had chosen a woman to be their sole messenger, she was named, Amaris Novak. The first Queen of Adrithe, the lady of Morruk.
As centuries passed Queen's and King's had came and went, all proudly honoring House Novak.
When Aegon Targaryen, known as the Conqueror of his realms had traveled to Adrithe with his three sisters he had threatened their Kingdom to bend the knee, or they'd face the consequences with the fire of their dragons.
Adrithe's then ruler, King Silas Novak refused to bend the knee to a man who called himself a King for forcing with fear and death.
But Aegon was desperate to have control over what could become a threat to his new Kingdom, the Dragon King offered his only sister he was not wedded, Aelara Targaryen, as Aegon had been married to his other two sisters Visenya and Rhaenys.
However, King Silas refused. For he did not wish to marry a girl ten years his younger, she was only ten and six, and himself twenty and six. He did not want to break the innocence of a young girl who was used as a pawn for her brothers gain, nor did he wish to be stuck in a loveless marriage.
Though King Silas made a deal with Aegon, if he truly wished to go to war then not only would Adrithe go to war but so would Dorne. For Adrithe and Dorne were bound eternally by blood from Silas, as he was of both old flame and dornish blood. Both would gladly go to war for their people. Or, if Aegon never called war against Adrithe, House Targaryen would be welcomed to make trades within their Kingdom.
It was that day, one in which the sun bled blood over its light.
A treaty was sealed in written blood. Adrithe and Westeros would never be at war with one another.
A moons term celebration was thrown, House Novak and House Targaryen joined together as one for days and nights. But twas' on the last night, King Silas had asked Queen Visenya to join him for a dance after he asked her husband. The Dragon and Wolf of the East danced as if they were old lovers.
And that is what they were. Just for one night. Forbidden lovers.
It was three years later, when Silas had sent word for Aegon as they had grown to close friends over their peaceful years since their treaty, Silas Novak was to be married to Alysara Stark. A woman of the cold North, someone he grew to love wholeheartedly. Two wolves of different claims.
It was said that on the night of Silas Novak' wedding to his consort, Queen Alysara Stark. That Visenya had revealed to Silas that her son, Maegor Targaryen, was of blood of both his and her own. Silas did not believe her words, until he saw the young boy run with is brother. Maegor Targaryen was his son. A child born from no marriage. A bastard.
Silas wished to claim Maegor as his own, but Visenya refused. Stating that the Iron Throne was to be his once Aegon passed, and the Iron Throne costed more than a throne made of bones.
More years passed and Silas Novak and Alysara Stark created four children, all boys who resembled their father and mother. For they had their mothers norther hair and sharp features, but wore the golden eyes of their father. News had been shared throughout every single realm known, and when it reached the ears of House Targaryen. Visenya had seethed in anger.
Now that her old lover had children of his own, four, son's at that, and another on the way. Her son Maegor went down the line of Adrithe's succession. For she wanted her son to be King to both Kingdoms.
War breeched when Maegor Targaryen came of age and his brother Aenys had died. He wage war against Adrithe, destroying the treaty his father had once created.
The histories based on this war had stated many different outcomes, but one thing that stayed the same. Visenya Targaryen was the reason for both of her sisters and her sons death. Adrithe and Dorne joined together, their forces to harsh against their dragons, for scorpion blood and viper venom with nightshade killed them painfully but quickly. Aelara and Rhaenys Targaryen died with their dragons. And Maegor died by the hands of his five half-brothers, not knowing they were his blood.
When Jaehaerys Targaryen came to the succeed his uncle as King to the Iron Throne, he tried to make amends with Adrithe once again, to fix what Maegor broke. But Adrithe would no longer find themselves agreeing to another treaty that would one day be broken by a Targaryens' ambition.
Thus, Adrithe and House Targaryen never once again saw eye to eye.
So when King Aelor Novak, the great-grandson of King Silas, received raven from King Jaehaerys Targaryen, in the year 97 a.c. He was shortly surprised and angered at the offer.
For, Jaehaerys had offered his second born grandson, Prince Daemon Targaryen to marry his daughter and heir, Princess Lunaerys Novak.
Would House Novak and House Targaryen finally be joined together as one, as the gods of both the Old Flame and Old Valyria had once intended? Or would they end in another war.
Only Princess Lunaerys and Prince Daemon would decide.
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passed down like folk songs
chapter 35: festivities
Maegor Targaryen x OC
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Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI
Aenys held Alyssa’s hand tenderly as the maester examined her. He had been a bag of nerves, of anxiety and worry, and it was clearly rubbing off on his wife. He had to be calm, he had to be firm, for her sake, for their children.
“All is well, your grace. I recommend you avoid any strenuous movement, and lots of rest. If your symptoms worsen, I can make you a blend of tea to help.” the maester explained, as he wrote down the Queen’s progress. He was relieved to hear that his wife was progressing well. Her bump was now more obvious, more defined, and he placed a hand on it gently. Soon they’d be able to feel movement.
“Thank you, maester.” Alyssa said kindly, squeezing Aenys’ hand back. The maester left them alone, and Alyssa sighed as she leaned back on the bed.
This pregnancy had been taxing. He couldn’t imagine what she was going through. It was the first time she was pregnant without the safety of his father holding the realm together, where she could be relaxed and calm as just his wife, but now, she was Queen. He always felt guilty when he thought about it all. He wished he was stronger, to provide her with that safety, that calm.
“What is on your mind, my love?” he asked her softly, as he helped fluff her pillows. He turned around to fetch some water for her, looking for any way to busy himself, to find a moment of calm. Alyssa silently thanked him for the cup and took a sip.
“Just worried about the wedding.” she sighed, her eyes looking up at the ceiling. She looked like she was desperate to escape, to breathe in relief. Aenys understood all the silent worry in her words, as it was only natural for a mother to worry for her children. He gave her a smile, trying to reassure her.
“Things will settle. I know everything is a mess right now, but things will settle. Once they go on their progress-”
“Are you sure about it, Aenys? I mean, they’re still so young, and they’ll be gone for so long, and with things being so unstable-” she took a moment to take a deep breath. “Are you sure the progress cannot wait?” she asked, looking at him with worry in her eyes. He gave her a small reassuring smile once more and caressed her hair, trying to soothe her.
“Do you remember ours?” he asked, nostalgia painting his voice. He was playing with a small curl of her silver hair, trying to remind her just how lovely a royal progress could be. Theirs was the very first, it was grand and they got to meet their subjects. They were greeted with cheers and adoration, and he was certain that Rhaena and Aegon would be greeted the same way. They were such lovely children, he knew they’d charm everyone they’d meet.
“Of course I do.” she said quietly, like she was admitting a secret to him. Aenys knew that becoming the Queen so suddenly was not something that was easy, just as him being King was not, but Alyssa seemed to have a better way of hiding her worry and anxieties. “I miss those times.” she added, taking his hand into hers.
“Me too. Things were so simple.” he said, tracing her cheek lovingly. “And they can be again. People will cheer for Rhaena and Aegon, they’ll get the people back on our side!” he reassured, hoping to get her to see the light in all of this, but Alyssa did not return his smile.
“Aenys… I know this is what your father wanted for Rhaena and Aegon, but… I don’t know, I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t think the people will receive them as warmly.” she admitted, squeezing his hand. Aenys frowned slightly, but not completely. Yes, things were not great, but giving the people something to look forward to, something as exciting as a royal wedding and progress, that would liven their spirits.
“They just don’t understand us and our traditions yet. Once they see how happy they are together, they’ll grow to love them.” he reassured her again, as he tried to think of softer, perhaps gentler ways to show her that this would be good for everyone, both the realm and their children.
“My love… ” Alyssa looked up at him, no longer pretending to be so alright with his plans. He supposed he should’ve expected it, seeing as she was the one that carried them for nine moons and then birthed them. He took her face in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, before looking into her eyes.
“You’ll see! Who better than our Rhaena and Aegon? The court loves them, the realm will follow suit.” he smiled, trying so desperately to get her to smile as well. It hurt his heart to see her worry, to see her unhappy, and worst of all, not being able to make her feel better.
“And if they don’t?” she asked abruptly, catching him off guard. Aenys looked at her, shocked for a moment, before she continued. “If they don’t love them?” she asked, her hands holding onto his. It was always a shared worry that they had, what if people did not love them, but after their progress, they saw that that was not the case. Their children would as well.
“That’s impossible. They’re great kids.” he shook his head, almost chuckling at the absurdity that anyone would dislike their little ones. They were the future King and Queen, they were bright students, they had all the tools that his parents gave to him. They would be received with love, he just knew it.
“Of course they are. Our children are the brightest lights in my life, but did you not see how everyone reacted to the news? They already whisper about you not being able to control your brother, what if that gives reason for someone to attack our children while they’re away?” she asked, searching in his eyes for the truth, for any hint of worry and doubt.
“Alyssa… you know my brother is… complicated.” he frowned, at last, at the mention of Maegor. It was still sore in his heart, how everything happened. He didn’t dare admit to anyone that he came close to writing to him in secret, to tell him he knew, that he wished things were different, but what good would that do? “He’ll… he’ll come around. I think I understand him and his actions much better than before. I think I know why he acted so brashly.” he sighed. He felt guilty for not telling Alyssa about all those revelations, but he did make a promise to both his brother and Rowan.
“Aenys, there’s no reason that would justify what he’s done.” Alyssa’s frown deepened and Aenys shook his head right away, agreeing with her. Yes, his brother’s actions, regardless of how much they were driven by hurt, were still inexcusable. They lead to so much outrage and gave all the more reasons to people to rebel, and he left Aenys to deal with it all.
“I know… I know, my love.” he sighed. He thought perhaps… if he told Alyssa the truth he had learned, if she could perhaps help him think of a solution, to find any way out of this, but as he looked down at his worried, pregnant wife, he shook his head again. Why worry her even more? Why add to her endless list of stress? “Let us speak of something more pleasant.” he said softly. They had much to plan before the big day.
And when the big day came, the plans proved fruitful. The Sept of Remembrance was decorated beautifully, with ribbons and flowers, both inside and outside, so the people who could not go in to watch, could still have a lovely view. He heard his mother mention it once, when he was much younger and the topic of his wedding came up. She was always conscious of how everything looked, and he hoped to make her proud by doing the same.
Aenys looked around at the feast. Rhaena and Aegon were saying something amongst themselves, both in a festive mood, making him sigh in relief. There were no interruptions during the ceremony, but there was no great cheer either, at least not like it was for his own wedding, but the couple did not seem to mind at all, perhaps because they didn’t have anything to compare it to. The mood could be shifted easily, though, as he had gathered and invited only the best singers and musicians, a lot of them being his mother’s favourites. It was like a small way to include her in this magical day, a way to keep her close. She would’ve loved to be a part of this day, as would his father.
He missed her so much, and even more so on the days leading up to the wedding, daydreaming of all the things she had missed out on. She didn’t get to see him marry, she didn’t get to meet or hold any of her grandchildren, or see them grow, she missed out on all their namedays, and now, their wedding. She would’ve doted on all of them, he just knew it. That was just the type of person that she was, lively, outgoing and so loving. But instead of her being here with her family, she was dead, her body never found, with only the skull of Meraxes being all that’s left. Instead of a loving and doting grandmother, his children got Visenya, who sat at the end of the hightable, expressionless, making polite conversation with Rowan.
Things seemed better between them, more relaxed, even warmer. Rowan, like most people at the feast, looked uncomfortable, but masked it with politeness and courtesy. He understood that their traditions seemed so strange and new, but the shock of it all would wear off soon. They’d see how happy Aegon and Rhaena were, and they’d understand them and accept them. He turned to look at his two eldest children with a bright smile.
“You two don’t look that nervous.” he said, rubbing Aegon’s shoulder. His son gave him a warm smile, shaking his head. “I’m glad.” he added, relieved that they both seemed to be greatly enjoying themselves. Alyssa smiled warmly as well, making Aenys’ smile even wider.
“Your father and I were both nervous when we married. It’s only normal.” she said, looking between the two. Mothers just had a way of knowing their children, didn’t they? Alyssa seemed to understand all the worries that the children did not voice and she reassured them both much better than he could.
“We’re not nervous, mother. Well, at least I’m not.” Rhaena laughed, placing a kiss onto her mother’s cheek, playfully kicking her husband. Aegon acted offended, making little Viserys laugh, perhaps a bit too loudly than appropriate.
“Me neither!” Aegon insisted, but gave his father a look of gratitude. He would make a fine King one day. He even resembled his namesake in his youth. He’d grow into the crown much better than Aenys did, of that he was sure. He had to make things easier for his son.
“I’m happy to hear, my dears.” he said, looking between the two. “Today is a day most important. Your union has been the wish of my father, ever since you were small.” he said, just as he had revealed to them when he told them of the match. His father had been so honoured to have his name passed on to his grandson, and for his first ever grandchild to bear the name of the woman he had loved the most. Once they were both babies, he had taken Aenys to the side, to tell him about his wish to betroth them. Aenys hoped he made the day up to his parents’ standards.
Aenys stood up, gesturing to everyone that he’d like their attention. The room slowly went silent, all eyes on him. It was still a bit daunting for him, to have everyone stare, but he was getting used to it more and more. He looked around the room and spoke up.
“My lords and ladies, I’d like to thank you all for being here to celebrate the marriage of the Prince and Princess. This union has been an absolute joy in my heart. Every parent wishes to see their children happy, and I am moved to see both my son and daughter so joyous. It is my wish that your marriage is a blessed and happy one, as was the one of the two people you were named after, may their memories live on. I wish you both nothing but love and joy.” he grinned, as the room gave applause, albeit a bit more reluctant that what he’d like.
“I’ve one more announcement, my lords and ladies. As this union was the wish of my father, I would like to announce to you another of my father’s wishes, that Dragonstone be given to the heir to the throne.” he said, turning to his eldest son, placing a loving hand on his shoulder once more. “Aegon, my son, you bear the Conqueror’s name, and now, his former title.” he announced.
The room seemed to fall silent. Aenys looked around, expecting a bigger applause, but much to his dismay, everyone looked uncomfortable, shocked. His eyes landed on his aunt, who stood up silently, her face hard as stone. Everyone’s eyes were on her, as she left the high table, leaving the room without another word, Rowan quickly followed her out.
Then the whispers started. The title of Prince of Dragonstone belonged to his brother, Prince Maegor. He had thought his father would’ve let his aunt know about his wishes for Aegon to inherit it, but it seemed he had not. Aenys awkwardly coughed, and gave a small smile at the musicians to play a happy tune, a tune of hope.
“Let us have music!”
Visenya wondered how many times she tried to stay, tried to help, tried to offer advice, and how many times she’d be disappointed. Only this time, it wasn’t just Aenys that let her down, this time it was worse. This time it was Aegon that hurt her, beyond the grave, beyond the realm of the dead. She was fuming. Dragonstone was hers, it was always meant to be hers, he promised her it would be hers and thus hers to pass onto their son, their Maegor.
She shoved the dresses onto the bed, swearing she’d fly to Dragonstone by the end of the night. She’d be damned if her pathetic excuse of a nephew gave away her birthright to his pathetic, spoiled child. It was hers. It was Maegor’s.
Rowan was hurriedly, but still carefully, folding the dresses, sorting them into different sections by season. Visenya was grateful she could rely on her to focus, because her own movements were angry and sharp, like her hands were just yearning to be holding a sword at this moment.
“Never ask me to help him again.” she spat out, angrily pulling out more dresses from her drawers, shoving them onto the already full bed. Rowan sorted through them with ease, probably recognising most of them. She wasn’t angry at her, no, she tried to find something good in all of this, like she always had, but she was just so mad at everything else.
“I didn’t know that he would do this, I don’t understand why-” she began, her voice apologetic, as if this was somehow her own fault, but Visenya put a stop to that right away.
“I’ll tell you why. They spoiled him so much, to the point where they promised him things they were not entitled to. He’s a child, a pathetic, spoiled child, and I am tired of watching this happen. Maegor is the only reason his reign has yet not imploded and even lasted this long, and he not only sends him away, he now strips him off his title, under the foolish guise that this was somehow Aegon’s wish.” she fumed. “Dragonstone was mine, it was always the understanding between us, and it was mine to pass onto my son. Not have it stripped away from him in favour of a pathetic child who cannot yet lift a sword.” she spat out.
Rowan nodded, silently helping her pack. Visenya looked at her for a moment, grateful for the understanding look in her eyes. She could always rely on that, Rowan’s understanding. It gave her peace, it gave her assurance that she wasn’t going mad. Rowan remembered, she always did. She saw it all, she knew it all, best out of everyone.
“Should I pack these too?” Rowan’s voice brought her back to reality, as her green eyes met hers. Visenya considered it for a moment, as she looked at the stack of books Rowan was pointing at. They were the ones Aegon had gifted her through the years. They were her favourites, they had become like gold to her. Rare, special gifts. She didn’t just want them, she felt like she needed them, like they were the little part of Aegon she got to have to herself.
“Please.” she nodded, suddenly overwhelmed with warmth. As angry as she was, she looked at the young woman who stood by her for so many years. “Come with me. To Dragonstone. I’m flying later tonight, you should join me.” she said, making Rowan stop everything she was doing to stare at her in surprise. She seemed very conflicted, and as understanding as she wanted to be, Visenya didn’t want to risk anything happening to her because of all her compassion. “I’m not leaving you here all alone, while my nephew runs this all to the ground.” she added. Rowan nodded.
“I’ll… I will come with you, but perhaps it’s best I pack everything for you and come by ship.” she finally said, after thinking it through for a moment. If this were any other time, perhaps Visenya would tease her for finding such an excuse to not join her on dragonback, but this was no time for japes.
“Good.” she sighed. “Thank you.” she said, turning her focus back onto the mountains of dresses that were piling up. She felt a bit calmer now. Yes, Dragonstone would be a much better place to be at right now. She’d have the space to correspond with hers and Maegor’s allies, and with Maegor himself. She just knew that it would be his time to return soon, just as things were falling apart at the seams.
“I’m sorry.” Rowan said softly. Visenya turned her head to face her, her eyes assuring her that she did nothing wrong. She had been doing everything right. She was doing all that was expected of her as her lady in waiting, and even more as she helped and advised her pathetic nephew, she had a stellar reputation amongst nobility and smallfolk, Rowan was doing it all right. Still, she understood that she was anxious to do well, to be good.
“Why are you apologising?” she asked her, just as softly, the answer obvious between the two. She did it a lot when she was much younger, when Visenya would confide in her about Aegon, Rowan would apologise, and she’d say that one sentence, trying to offer her solace.
“I’m sorry he did this.” she said, just as she had said all these years ago. Visenya wanted to forget her anger and give her a hug, but a knock caught their attention. A servant, one sworn to secrecy, came in, seeming to be very nervous.
“A letter, your grace.” the young boy spoke, looking up at her. It was not her priority to care for correspondence now, but it would be unwise to leave it unattended, so she just waved him off.
“Yes, I see that. Give it to Lady Evergreen.” she ordered, and sent the boy away. Rowan studied the seal, her brows furrowing for a moment. Visenya continued rummaging through all her belongings, deciding on which ones to leave behind for later.
“I don’t recognise the sigil. It’s not… it’s not Westerosi, is it?” she asked, carefully looking at it. Visenya’s eyes shot up for a moment, as Rowan turned the sigil for her to see. She then nodded, before turning back to her task.
“That’s right, it’s Pentoshi. I have a friend in Pentos, and I’ve asked him to keep vigilant about what is said about my son. Whether it’s here or not, his reputation is important.” she sighed, moving on from all the dresses, not even attempting to fold them as neatly and efficiently as Rowan had been.
“I see.” she trailed a bit. She seemed like she was taken aback by this, but also not really. While she had been taking care of a lot of her correspondence, Visenya was careful to not let her come across anything that could endanger her. But this friend of hers never had anything of substance to say, it was always about how the people of Pentos admired the Prince and his skills and his dragon. But all that was obvious, as this was her son, this was Maegor, of course he’d inspire admiration and fear into everyone he came across.
“You seem surprised.” she said, turning her attention to her shoes, picking her riding boots up. She’d definitely be needing them tonight, as well as a few more pairs, and the rest could be packed later. Rowan looked at her.
“I just didn’t expect you to be keeping such a close eye on him.” she admitted, making Visenya look up at her with an almost smile on her lips.
“Rowan, he’s all alone and he misses you like crazy. Of course I don’t trust him to not do anything stupid.” she said, shaking her head. Her words made her flush and look to the ground, but Visenya was not in the mood for any further teasing. “I cannot focus that much right now, can you read that for me?” she asked.
“Of course.” Rowan nodded, carefully breaking the seal. Visenya waited a moment, but Rowan’s voice was not heard. For a moment she thought she needed more time to translate, or maybe she had words that were unfamiliar to her, but the longer she waited, still no words came out. Visenya finally looked up, and her heart nearly dropped. Rowan’s eyes were wide, her hands gripping the paper.
“What is it?” she asked, dropping the shoes she was holding and hurrying to her side. “Has something happened to him, Rowan, what does it say?” she asked, again, her mind already going to the worst, fearing some freak accident, but Rowan still could not seem to look away from the words on the letter. She carefully took it from her hands, to see for herself.
“I am writing to you with some interesting news. The Prince’s reputation is, as always, excellent. The people view him as a man to be feared and respected and obeyed, especially when they see him fly over the city with Balerion himself. While there is no news of Lady Alys and if she is with child, there has been an interesting development. Prince Maegor seems to have taken a woman into his bed, but not just anyone. Her name is Tyanna, the bastard of a magister, a lowborn, but very well known around the city, rumoured to be a witch. It is whispered that the Prince has asked her for potions of fertility for his wife, but it seems that he has taken other interests in her as well. Lady Alys too, as the two women are often seen to walk around the city alone, I’ve even seen them myself. I hope we hear news of a pregnancy soon.”
Visenya stared at the letter, reading it again and again, hoping that she had somehow missed a line that admitted this was some dumb jape. But no, the more she read, the more she gripped the paper in anger. Just as Aenys had done everything to get on her last nerve, now Maegor was managing to anger her even more from across the narrow sea.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fly all the way to Pentos, and I am going to kill him.” she said through gritted teeth, more to herself. How could he be so idiotic to trust a complete stranger, let alone someone with a fucking reputation. She wanted nothing more than to mount Vhagar and slap some sense into her son, but when she looked up, her anger was replaced with worry. The young woman stood before her, her hands gripping the skirt of her dress, her eyes watering by the second. “Rowan, darling, I’m so sorry.” she said softly, making her way close to her to offer her an embrace, but Rowan cut her off with a single word.
“Why?” she asked, and let the silence fall between them. “Why is he so obsessed with getting an heir? Why is he so adamant about having a son right away, when there are more than enough children from his brother? Why all this secrecy, why did you both keep telling me that I’ll understand eventually? The pressure on Ceryse, then Alys, and now this, why?” she asked, the tears slowly falling on her freckled cheeks, her voice shaky, but anger slowly rising in her. Visenya took a discreet breath and stepped closer.
“Breathe, please, take a breath.” she pleaded softly, seeing how hard Rowan was trying to keep it together. “It’s overwhelming to you, I know.” she said, wanting to kick Maegor for hurting her so needlessly, so carelessly. Rowan’s eyes widened just as she was about to speak, and she kept quiet for a moment. It was like it all made sense to her now.
“You’ve both been planning this.” she said quietly, so quietly that Visenya could barely hear, but the look in Rowan’s eyes confirmed it all for her. She put it all together. It shouldn’t have surprised her, it would’ve all come out eventually, when Maegor took the throne, but things were still so shaky now. She was a fool to let her read this, but there was no going back now. She walked to Rowan and held her face, wiping her tears softly.
“Listen to me, speak of this to no one. We will talk on Dragonstone, alright? I’ll explain everything.” she whispered as if the walls had ears. “All of it, I swear it.” she whispered, but her voice was firm, and Rowan nodded.
Visenya was somehow even angrier than before, now at her own son as well. How could he be so careless with his actions, when it could all come back to Rowan? Just this moon, he had written twice, asking about her discreetly, begging for any news, even boldly asking for her to write to him just so he could have her handwriting, and now this? She needed to remind him what in the seven hells he’s supposed to be doing.
“Rowan, sweetling, come here.” she whispered, pulling her into a hug, amongst all the scattered dresses and books and shoes and bags.
Oh, she certainly had plans to write to him.
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