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rhaenerystargaryen · 2 years

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Hi! Could you write about Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem! Reader? The reader is Alicent's sister (she is mute from birth), after Alicent is joined in marriage with Viserys, Rhaenyra and the reader becomes closer, Rhaenyra trying to communicate with signs and other fluffy things 🥺

Thanks in advance! ✨

little dove

pairing: rhaenyra targaryen x mute!fem!reader

synopsis: rhaenyra wants your attention, so the two of you play a game.

warnings: none

wc: 0.5k

"y/n?" rhaenyra's voice echoed along the walls. the two of you had met when your sister, alicent, wed the king, rhaenyra's father.

you felt bad for rhaenyra. her closest friend bound to marry her father was criminal, but there was nothing you could do to stop it.

turning your head to the side you were met with rhaenyra's gaze. her long, white hair shining in the sun made her look like an angel.

"what are you thinking about?" she asked, patting her lap. scooting closer to her you felt shy, not because you were mute, but because you had the princess rhaenyra urging you sit on her lap.

seeing as you were hesitating, she pulled you right into her embrace and into her lap.

"you know, it's rude to deny the princess what she wants," her hands wrapped around your frame, your eyes forced to gaze up at her.

you wanted to say sorry, but you couldn't. you just looked down.

"i'm just playing games with you," she laughed seeing your guilty face. the vibrations radiating off of her when she laughed echoed deep in your body.

"can i guess what you are thinking?" she asked. nodding you looked up at her. taking that as a 'yes' she leaned against the weirwood tree. your face now laying on her chest.

"well," she started, "does it have something to do with your sister?" rhaenyra asked, now starting to play with your hair.

she knew alicent and you didn't get along that well. she always outshone you and all because you were mute, but that wasn't why your mind was clouded.

shaking your head 'no' rhaenyra let out a 'hmph' and looked up at the tree. your eyes went to scan her face. she looked lost in the clouds. you rose from her chest and sat up right. rhaenyra snapped out of her trance and looked at you.

"what are you doing?" she asked grabbing your arms, pulling you closer to her.

you rose from her chest once again and before she could pull you back down you were the one now grabbing her arms.

"little dove," her voice was hard. not the soft rhaenyra who had been playing games with you a couple seconds ago. your body couldn't hide your emotions as you shrugged your shoulders 'what?' and your lips curled into a smirk.

scoffing, rhaenyra closed her eyes, "you really are a piece of work sometimes," her tone wasn't malicious. you could hear the humor in her voice. you bit your lip and felt her body tense at the sight.

"y/nnn," she whined. your smiling face only teased her more.

"let's play a game," you rolled your eyes at the statement making rhaenyra laugh.

"okay okay," she leaned into you, foreheads now touching.

"do you want to go up to my room?" her hot breath fanned your face. outstretching your arms you wrapped them around her neck. this was sign that you wanted rhaenyra to carry you.

"only if i carry you?" she asked, already wrapping her arms around your waist. nodding your head 'yes' she stood up and signaled you to wrap your legs around her waist. while doing so she placed a kiss on your forehead.

"my little dove."

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sweetmuffynsblog · 2 years

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What?!

Warning: English is not my first language so please bear with me💀 oh and also, Daemon is cool, My boy Laenor is amazing and Crispin is an asshole! Oh, and Targaryen Incest, but what's new?

This morning in the Red Keep was very different than any other morning, You, The first Princess, who was born three year before your sister Rhaenyra sit and look at every maids who ran like there's no tomorrow.

Today is your sister's wedding day, your father, much to Rhaenyra's dismay decided to wed her with Laenor Velaryon, your other cousin, now, in another lifetime, it's a good match, for you know Laenor is a very good young man, with a good attitue, good heart and handsome, oh and he is also a dragonrider and a talented knight, but the thing is, he doesn't find women particularly up to his taste... Or, in another words, he doesn't like women, not at all. You knew it long time ago when you caught him and his guard, Ser Joffrey Lonmouth kissing in the hills, and Laenor made you swore to never tell any single soul and he promised to always bring you the finest jewellery and silk everytime his father's ship, the Sea Snake go to the free cities, everyone thought it was the act of courtship, even his father encourages it, but much to many people's displeasure, he will be marrying your sister, you wanted him to marry you, Laenor is a good man, you don't mind his tastes, because he knows he will not mind yours, marrying Laenor will probably the best decisions you will have in your lifetime, simply because you know he will supports you no matter what, but alas, he is now engaged and to be married to your own sister.

You are always be the one who notices everything, much to your pleasure and other people's dismay, you have information that you got from your spies around the King's Landing, you can see everything and everywhere. That's why you knew that your uncle, Daemon Targaryen, didn't defiled your younger sister at all, he ran like a coward after introduced her to a pleasure, and Rhaenyra slept with Ser Criston 'Crispin' Cole instead. You wanted to help your sister, and told your father but Otto Hightower, the Ex-Hand of The King beat you into it, and he angered your father which resulted his firing, you like it, because you hate that son of a bitch.

"Your Grace, it's the time." Your maid, Alina comes, you nod give her smile which she returned, "which dress you want to use, Your Grace?"

"i want the Red and Black dress." she picks up the black red with blood red cloak, it's a colour of your house, you are proud of it, and always wearing it everytime you got a chance, especially in this special occasion.

After that you go to the great hall, where everyone sit and the music can be hear. You are fashionably late for dramatic purpose, you are a Targaryen, dramatic is in your blood.

The guards outsite bow, you nod your head then straighten your posture,

"PRESENTING, PRINCESS Y/N TARGARYEN, PRINCESS OF DRAGONSTONE AND HEIR TO THE IRON THRONE!"

You can hear every movement and music stops, when you walk inside, everyome stand up and men bowed their heads, women curtsying, you only give people your small smile, before come closer and curtsying to your father, you noticed the additional guest in the royal table, Daemon Targaryen.

Now, you never hate your uncle at all, you find him quite amusing, especially with his childish antics, and stubborn stature. He stand up and you smile at him which he returns with nod, you know he likes you enough to considered you a family member, beside, you know his fonds for your sister. You sit in your chair, and the music continue, you frown when you can not find your father's wife there, it's not usual for her to be late in the special occasion like this.

"how are you, dear niece?" your uncle asks, your shoot him a look and taking sip of your wine,

"i'm always good, uncle, how about you? I didn't receive any information about your return?"

"i come here, want to celebrate my niece's wedding and share my brother's joy, of course, it's a surprise."

You roll your eyes, everyone knows about your uncle's antics, that's why they get used to it, and find it not surprising anymore when he walked into the great hall as if nothing happened, as if your father didn't exiled him at all as a punishment.

"Congratulations, Rhaenyra, Laenor, i wish both of you joy."

You raise your cup to them and taking sip of your wine, you see every food and take a bite of your lemon cakes. Before you hear the music stops once again and everyone look at the door, there stand Alicent, your father's new wife, in a dark green dress, you frowned at her, especially when you recall that when Hightowers wanted to call their bannermen to a war, they will light the green fire to let them know, who this bitch wants to light a war for?! Seeds of doubts in your mind, you know Alicent is a bad news when she agreed to marry your father, and now, she wants a war? With whom? Does she want to challenged your claim by making her son the new heir? You scoffed, if that so then you will make sure to cut Hightower's influence, there's no way you will let anyone challenged your claim to the Throne. Everyone stand, while you and Daemon still sitting, you look at Alicent, there's no way you can give her the satisfaction of having your respect, she's not worth it.

She comes and kiss your father's cheeks before sitting down, you feel Daemon smirks at you when you simply rolling your eyes, by sunsets tomorrow you will make sure that the Hightower will lose their power, you will not let any assholes challenged your claim, the Iron Throne is yours, you will be the first Queen Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms.

The feast continue, and it's time for Rhaenyra and Laenor to dance, both of them dancing while you hear your uncle scoffes in his seat,

"why? Jealous?" you ask, giving him your smug smile, Daemon only frowned at you, "well, if you aren't so stupid then the position of Rhaenyra's husband will be yours. And i will be happier because i can marry Laenor."

"are you jealous of your sister, dear niece?" he sarcastically asks, "and you do realise right that Lord Velaryon's taste is differ from other men?"

"of course, i do, my uncle. But i know i will be happy if i am the one who marrying him!"

Both of you whispered at each other, for others, they may see how close you two, only both of you know the reality. Your uncle fonds of Your sister while you, despite being The Heir, never have anyone to find you interesting, maybe because your personality. You are not a naive Rhaenyra, you are trained to be the Queen by your great-grandmother, Queen Alyssane herself, and even The late Dowager Queen Rhaena, your badass great-grandaunt was fond of you, teaching you everything you should know to play Game Of Thrones. So you are so different with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra is a Realm's delight while you, the Realm's Future. Your presence alone demand respect, even since a young age, that's why no one can get close to you no matter what, only Velaryon family, Laenor and his companion, ser Joffrey, that you find descent enough to be close with.

You sip your wine when you see Daemon gets closer to Rhaenyra and both of them almost kissing, really, infront of your salad, it seems that everyone don't see it. You speak with Laena and Rhaenys, and also with Corlys, sharing secret smile with Larys Strong, the new Hand, you know that man is very poisonous, he is ten times worse than Otto but you like him, you even provided him with the information he needed for exchange of loyalty towards you alone, you know that killing him will be easy, you have contact with Faceless Men since you didn't even start your moonblood.

And without noticing, an assasin comes and the hell broke out. Everyone panicking, you feel someone hold your hips and before you even registered it, the person throw you into their shoulders as if you are a sack of potato,

"fuck!" you scream, "put me down! What the hell do you think you do?!"

"shut up, Princess!" you can hear your uncle's voice, it seems that your uncle is the one who throws you into his shoulder like a sack of potato,

"uncle Daemon, let me go!" you screamed, you look up and see Ser Criston kills Ser Joffrey, "Oh My Gods! Laenor! Ser Joffrey!" you scream, resisted when your uncle brings you out from the hall, tears streaming down your face, you are sobbing, Ser Joffrey is dead, Laenor must've be very sad right now, you want to go inside and hug your best friend. Before you even walk, a hand grips your shoulder,

"stay here, Y/N, you can't go inside, it's not safe!"

"Criston killed Ser Joffrey! Laenor probably so sad right now i want to accompany him, uncle Daemon." you are crying mess right now, you are the one who support Laenor and Joffrey's relationship, you are the one who didn't frown at them or throwing them judgement look, your heart is clenched so hard that you cannot find yourself can properly breathing.

"sshh..." Daemon hugs you, it's the first time you are being hugged by a person other than your mother and Laenor or Rhaenyra, you resisted him but he grips you with so much force that you cannot resisted anymore. "breath with me, sweetheart, breath..." you can hear his heart, the rythym calm you down a little by little, before you even know it, you hug him back.

***

In the morning, when you wake up and go to the hall to have your breakfast, you see everyone giving you a weird look, you cannot even fanthom why. You walk with grace, you already ordered your faceless men to do your work... By it you mean killed a lot of people last night, now you only wait for the result.

You see Laenor sits quietly in the garden, overlooking something, you come close to him and you feel your heart clenched, "Laenor..." you whisper, he seems to hear you, you see his sight and it brokes your heart, you sit by his side and draw him into the hug, "i'm sorry..." you can feel him sobbing, his tears soaking your dress but you cannot find yourself to be angry at it, his entire body shaking.

After it feels like hours, he lets go of your body and wiped his tears using the cloth, you see his bloodshoot red eyes, "i am sorry for making your dress mess."

"you are my bestfriend and so does him, i am sorry, Laenor..."

"it's ok, it's not your fault." he says, sad smile in his face, "i want to congratulate you, actually."

You frown, "what do you mean?"

"you don't know? The King, Your Father decrees your marriage to your uncle, Daemon this morning! By now everyone in the court already know it."

The colour drained off your face so fast, your mind go blank, "what?!"

"one of your father's courtier saw you in a rather compromising position with your uncle last night and a maid saw your uncle out of your bedchamber last night too..." Laenor looks at you, noticing your quietness and your pale face, "don't say that you didn't know?!"

"Fuck!"

***

You want to stab someone so badly, especially a certain blonde haired man, the rider of Caraxes to be exact. You find him in a Dragonpit, his hands in Caraxes's snout, give him an attention he deserves. You come closer to him, and Caraxes lets out a whine that makes your mood better, you caress him, you look at your uncle,

"what in the seven hells, uncle!" you said slowly, your voice is low but dangerous, "you cannot having my fucking sister now you want to ruined my life?!"

You can hear another growl from a very familiar dragon, your own dragon seems restless while sensing your anger, Daemon looks at you,

"that's not i mean..."

"that's what exactly your meaning, you bastard!"

"that's not what i mean." you distance yourself from Caraxes and from his owner, you shake your head, and walk a step behind when Daemon comes closer,

"yes, that's what you mean! You cannot have my sister now for she is married and now you want to settle for me? I don't want to become your second choice, Daemon! I don't want it!"

Daemon comes closer to you, want to holds your hand but you flinched away making him stop,

"Y/N I-"

"You are being mean!" tears streaming down your face, "everyone have love Rhaenyra my whole life! I was never the first choice of everyone, everyone sees me as the heir, they love Rhaenyra as a human! I've always been second to her my whole life, Daemon and i won't be the person you settle for just because you can't have her!"

With that you walk away, away from him and his trapped and well planned shit. You should've known better, there's no way he's helping you because he wants your safety, no, he wants the fucking Iron Throne, and you will be a tools for him to achieve it. He will never loves you, your marriage is doomed. He loves your sister. He always will.

I feel like i should do the second part? Yes or no?