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I think that depending on the circumstances, running races in between the Chaos Gang will have wildly different results
Like if they're all running on two legs, Sapphire will be somewhere in the middle. Pancake and Games are out front, Churro is slightly ahead of Sapphire, and then Willow, Vesper, Echo and Swift are behind her.
Sometimes though, Sapphire starts running like a maniac and everyone is left in the dust. When they finally catch up they say something along the lines of "that was really fast" and Sapphire laughs absent-mindedly and looks behind her,even though there's no-one there.
And sometimes they're mean and cheat by flying or switching to quadriplegic running (Echo) and then the only person Sapphire’s in front of is Willow.
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Lady with Teal Eyes || Aemond x Aunt!Hightower Reader (Part Three)
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author’s note: I’m writing the last chapter! Woo!
warnings: incest, cockwarming, teasing, sucking, p in v, rough play, flirting, wholesome moment, jealous aemond, possessive, roughness, mild manhandling, mild degradation, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex, second hand embarrassment, dark content, mentions of su*cide, Aemond being too touchy with his aunt, degradation, humiliation.
summary: Aemond meets his aunt for the first time, and there’s more than meets the eye. (there will be three parts…jk…I’m going to add two more chapters)
Three weeks has passed since you have kept yourself and your affairs in secrecy in the Red Keep. Needless to say, it was evident that you have found peace within yourself. Or rather with the one-eyed prince, who would not stop touching you in all places of your body.
His secret—his own holy sept—spilling each other’s fantasies and interests alike. From night until dawn, everything was accorded.
Each time you spent hours with Alicent and her other Green children in a summer daylight, you felt like a cumbersome and sinister virgin committed a crime to your precious sex. Thankfully Gwayne and Criston or the Cargyll twin, even Harold weren’t there to witness the guilt and arousal you’re trying to hide from a tempted imagination.
In the midst of vipers and ambitious alike, you found solace of writing the accounts on your diary. Entries on the pages filled with thoughts—daily and private—one which you know more than anyone else.
The prayers of the Faith of the Seven has been all but a fever dream. What was the religion’s purpose other than a guidance to those who are lost? You were lost once, but no doubt that your prayers were ever answered. You prayed to the Gods that you wanted to know your origins, of how you came to be as the lady with teal eyes, a daughter of Otto Hightower, but the Gods never gave, so you surrendered your faith at the age of seven, but masking it, pretending to be faithful in order to persuade your father and the Hightowers to achieve their good side was nothing more than an act.
And useless, more like.
An illness poisoned in your old wounds again. What does guidance do other than supplanted the seed of greed, selfishness and lies and pettiness to save themselves from others while the innocence tainted like a wounded womb?
Otto was nothing more than a heartless man served to the likes of his greed for the Iron Throne, the Red Keep, and above all, to Alicent.
Has he accepted you like he does to Alicent, there would be no consequences of silent hostility between two factions and conflict within.
Souls like them are already tainted.
But in a way, you’re glad; being in the same room as Otto would be as consequentially stupid as an untrained eye.
In the latest days in King’s Landing, your adoration for the city has grown less, but the sea and the gardens are the only things that could make you relish the taste of small life.
Aemond had taken you to the gardens, of course, and there you raced with pearly silks of ruffled gown and pearls adorned the neckline, hair fumbled in the wind as you looked back at the one-eyed prince with a gleaming smile.
Thin rays of light cascaded down on your winsome manes and the sparkles of your pearl gown.
On the midst of your white-pearl, there’s a necklace, adorned in large white pearls and a sapphire on the center. Aemond gave you a gift before the day of your nameday.
You were not a type of noble who celebrates nameday, especially if you consider yourself to be in a lower rank in comparison to Queen Alicent or the Targaryens.
Oddly, it has been tranquil since the day you arrived King’s Landing, but the days where you spent your days in your room, the gardens and library, as if nothing special occurred. That is until Aemond caught a certain subjects that caught your eye.
But Aemond is more fascinated with your enamored beauty gleaming like a flower blossoming into the sun and wind.
His hands never stopped roaming to your body.
“We’re in the gardens, my prince,” you reminded, giggling.
Aemond hummed as he plunged a kiss and undo his breeches, but before he does, an attendant arrived and announced that Alicent wanted a discussion with Aemond. With loving eye, Aemond bid his goodbyes and left, and within each breath you drew, it leaves you wanting more.
Each day, you and Aemond spent days into each other’s company, but it wasn’t enough. There are times at night is where the thrill accelerated. Nights dawned with passion and blood engulfed with desire.
Aemond thought of no consequences as he pounded his long cock into you—bed creaking as the skin slapped with his.
“My sweet, my love, my muse,” he said, rasping, his head threw back, drawing a feral growl, hips throbbed and rushed. His mind reeled to a thought of you, healthy and glowing with a rounded belly. He wanted to touch you, but in a public, Aemond would be in jeopardy, but since he’s the second son of the ill king, Aemond laid his hand on your thigh, brushing his whole palm, rising and falling motion, no care for consequences.
He could heard your breath hitched, but kept your composure—entertained your guests and family members. Surely it appears friendly and cordial on the outside, but underneath the table was nothing more than a filthy naughtiness arising from the stroke of his hand. His young and rugged, cold hands. You loved his cold hands. He recalled of your face flushed and in heat. Although he preferred heat, the dragon prince reconsidered it on making his hands cold, to pinch and flick your clit and pushing his lithe fingers in your warmth sounds as tempting and pinched the your taut nipples.
The curtains on your four-post bed swayed, and you found yourself moaning aloud, but his hand covered your mouth. His body pressed against yours and his mouth leaned onto your ear.
“You’re taking my large cock so well, my sweet princess,” he told you. “But you must be quiet for me. Can you do that?”
You nodded.
And his thrusts were twice as powerful, until he spilled every last drop of his semen into your soaked walls, and sweat on your flesh cooled from a plundering breeze.
“My good princess.”
Gevie, he thought, as he watched your sleeping body, your tangled locks, and your face leaning on his neckline for warmth, arms enveloping around his lean frame.
~~~
There are nights where you cannot sleep well. Nights about your dreams terrorizing you. The screams of a woman, calling out to you. Then you saw Alicent. Then your father; Otto screamed at you; His eyes were glowing in the dark, telling you how much of a disappointment you are and how everything wrong in his life, the burdens fell onto your shoulders.
Rumors of you, a mythical creature hissed in the dark. Until you found yourself on a high tower, falling, drowning, then nothing…
You woke up crying, and not long, Aemond awoke with concern, and held you in his arms, whispering sweet words into your ears, High Valyrian, telling you that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
You have never heard of High Valyrian before. His voice is music to her ears, and found her gaze locked to his as you both initiated a long feverish kiss. It was the first time that you felt at peace, where you didn’t need to cry on your pillow.
“I love you,” you told him.
“I love you more, my sweet.” He kissed atop of your head.
Dreams have subsided but it didn’t mean it went away completely. Something was calling out to you. The one-eyed prince remedied with his presence.
And for that, you weren’t in fear of the dreams, of the dark.
As of late, the shared passion between you and Aemond has come to a stop. You awaited him in nightly hours and yet the cold air swept in for an one-eyed prince to come and rescue you.
But he never did.
Could something happen to him? You wondered what was the cause. And you hadn’t known, that is until Aemond stormed into your royal apartments, fuming of the announcement of your betrothal to the Martell.
“I command you not to go,” he forewarned.
Confused, you said, “What are you talking about?”
Aemond prowled, fists clenching, his brows furrowed. “You’re marrying a Martell. You’ll be sent away to Dorne, without ever so telling me. What causes you to drive yourself further from my sight, my love?”
You gulped. “No one ever informed me of the marriage!”
His one eye beamed with glare. “I overheard that you’ll be wedded off soon.”
“I didn’t know of this. I didn’t know any of this!” you protested. “I have never done any errors, Aemond. I will never give you any reason to hurt you.”
Aemond’s hands clutched your arms, near to your shoulders. His knees bent and dropped down, and his head bowed and fell down onto your lap. “So…no one told you?” he said, his voice muffled.
“No one told me,” you said gently. “I’ve been in my apartment to repair the new dress you gifted me.”
“Grandsire told me so.”
You heart stopped.
“He agreed to the terms to Dorne, to win their favor.”
You felt numb at the moment.
“My father,” he bitterly said, “wanted alliance with Dorne for some time, but due to his illness, he was powerless. His mind already rotten, as you saw him before.”
“I have.”
“Why in the Seven Hells my grandsire do such a thing?”
“And you thought I was betraying you? You think I would go behind your back and agree to the terms that no one informed me of? I spent my days on my duties, waiting for you to come back. I tried to find you everywhere in the Red Keep, and nothing, you were nowhere to found. What am I wasting my time for, then?”
Aemond looked up with his good eye gleaming. “I apologize, my lady. You’re the woman I want.”
Your eyes glazed in hot tears; his hands brushed the sides of your waist, his forehead leaned against your stomach.
“I must speak to Alicent of this matter.” Then you got up and left.
But, instead of seeing Alicent, Otto was present before your eyes at Alicent’s apartments. Your chest tightened at the sound of his voice.
The Lord Hand awaited.
You took a step forward.
“Father,” you began, wondering if he’s willing to change his way.
You guessed it wrong.
“I never thought I took you for a fool,” he began. “Coupling with a one-eyed prince for whatever how long, and you decided to act immoral ways against the Faith of the Seven. You are a disgrace to House Hightower. Harlot as your mother ever was. What will Alicent ever think of you, my sweet child?”
But you heard the story wrong; there are rumors years back that your father, the Lord Hand, had an affair with a woman after Alicent’s mother has passed—when Alicent was just an toddler. As much as he grieves for his late wife, he needed someone to warm his heart, but the result began clear when it’s only temporary. And you don’t recall whether Otto treated you fairly.
“Alicent may not know this, but I do know. These walls have eyes, my dear girl. And if you ever lay a hand on any other members of the court, you’ll be sentenced mercifully to death.”
His soft tone never caused a shiver down your spine.
“You’re nothing but an enigma to my existence. You have soiled yourself, soiled my name,” he continued. “You must pray for forgiveness, and your desirable sins will be set free.”
“Where’s my mother?” is all you said.
Otto silenced.
“Where is she?”
Then a small smile crept upward on his lip. “You’ll never meet her. Perhaps you will, if you rid of yourself, I care not. We Hightowers thrive and survive, and you will not; you will rot to despair.”
Alicent’s children will reign Seven Kingdoms, and you will not.
For all these years, you have yearned affection and acceptance was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to injure your pride.
This was all you needed to hear from Otto—the ugly truth.
The comforting lie is just as ugly, like a gown wore on a rotten corpse.
“The Martells will attend here at the Red Keep. Best sure to be on your good behavior. Or you will pay the price by the repent for your existence.”
Maybe the comfort offering from the dead and living can be as painful.
~~~
At dinner, with the Martells involved, you shot a benign smile at the prince, but Aemond is saddened by the outcome. But in the midst of a chatter, you chose to stay silent and play an act of a nice lady. Smiling and nodding is all you could do. But on the inside, you want to thrash everything and burn the lives of those who wrong you.
But you’re only a lady, not Visenya Targaryen.
The Martell prince has been extended his kindness to you, but, afar, unbeknownst to you, Aemond paid attention to you. The glistened of your eyes—your teal eyes—dwindled and empty. And your smile is just as coiled and unnaturally unnerving. While you’re unseen to everybody else, only Aemond’s eye to you are well-known and heard.
No matter how much you tried to look up and glance another’s person eyes, the soul of your happiness is nowhere to be seen.
He has never seen you like this, aside from the tears and pain you have shared. Knowing why, Otto had the upper hand. A child-like state you shared with Aemond has stiffened to adulthood.
It was him, and Aemond knows it so. Otto was just as calculatingly obvious. Aemond urged to take you away and fled to the Free Cities, but his duty, he cannot afford to make a ruckus mistake like last time. Not that he’s ashamed of jabbing his grandsire at supper duration of Viserys’s nameday—he felt proud, but to his own end, his own calculation should’ve been more precise and less obvious.
The Martell prince offered you to take his hand for a night stroll, but you lead yourself back to your room, by excusing yourself.
Not long after, while the guests and his family are occupied by the Martells, Aemond slipped past them and met you back in your room, tackling you with a kiss and an embrace, leaving no breath in your chest.
Within your kiss, you cried, but Aemond had other plans on taking you back, to remedy his careless encounter he had with you this morning.
He took and soiled you again on your pristine bed.
“My father will have me killed if we keep doing this,” you warned him, stroking his glossy hair.
“I shall feed them to my dragon—of those who wronged us, if it comes to that. I care not of my grandsire,” he replied. “He’s as stupid as a boar.”
“What shall I do?”
“Let us make our vows to the Godswood,” he suggested, rather bluntly and more urgent; urgent because his anger was rising against of his grandsire.
“He knows about us, my dear nephew,” you said, tears trickled.
His thumb swiped your tear aside.
“We’ll find a way.” Aemond kissed your head, then onto your lips, after a prolonged of a ragged breath settled down from a torrid consummation, thinking about how he should’ve eaten you at the feast, your legs open and spread across the table, but he shall do that the next time someone tries to outsmart him, even if it’s a family member.
And there, you shared intimacy with a prince once more.
For now, assurance is all you needed.
~~~
In the midst of foggy, cold evening, with you asleep, Aemond managed to find the Martell prince and slaughtered him, tossed him at the highest tower of Red Keep.
The people in King’s Landing will take the Martell’s death as a suicide, but within the eyes of the Gods of Old and New, they knew that the one-eyed prince ended the Dornish prince.
~~~
The next day, the bond between you and Aemond mended and resumed, never minding of the misunderstanding, in your ivory gown with embroidered white roses and teal and green jewels sleeved your shoulders as Aemond in his violet and gold attire. You and Aemond are happy; sent to each other’s arms and the kiss became ardent. The love in between the curtained trees and shadows and thin ray of lights. You felt lighter, and so does he. But the struggles between politics and greedy desires from the people won’t end. But the one-eyed prince beg to differ.
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[image description: An underwater scene slanting rays of light illuminate a ragged rocky coast. A striped and fiercely-clawed mermaid with a swirling tail swims amid shining silver fishes. Text reads, “ #11, Bewariel, the small god of Not-So-Little-Mermaids”]
All gods of the sea are gods of hunger in one way or another.
Gods of drowning. Gods of the deeps. Gods of thirst—for who, surrounded by saltwater, can find a single drop to drink? Gods of everything but plenty. The sea is the greatest cornucopia the world can even know, filled with fish and seaweed and salt enough to season the sky, but nothing there is free for the taking.
Once upon a time, in this glorious feast of silver and salt, there was a sea king whose daughter fell in love with a human prince and followed him to the shore, where only death, despair, and the dry death of the unwanted waited for her.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved a boy, a girl who was a dream of a man who loved a man, and both found themselves voiceless in the face of their futures. And one was real and one a dream, but as time went by, it became harder and harder for the world to know which had been which. And the man was glorified and had all his rough edges sanded away by the sea, and the girl was given the happy ending he could never have given her, until his original creation faded away. Like seafoam.
Rough edges and unwanted girls must go somewhere. No story is ever truly, totally forgotten. And in the shadow of all the voiceless ones, the ones who yearned to be remembered, the ones whose love had been denied, she formed.
Bewariel, small god of not-so-little mermaids. She has the teeth and claws her charges do not; she has the power to defend herself, and them. She hears the prayers of the voiceless, and she comes, on fins of sapphire and silver, to do what must be done. She is the answer and she is the question and she is all that remains of a girl who loved not wisely but too well, who shattered in the shadow of the sea.
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Okay so while I'm 99.999999% sure that BoTW and ToTK take place on their own timeline (I've even figured out where the divergence must have occurred for the events in those games to take place as they did and wrote a spoileriffic post all about it), there is at least one other option. Maybe two.
Spoilers and 1300+ words of lore and theory nonsense under the cut.
There are some things I've noticed that, when put together, form a very interesting possibility. It's not nearly as solid as the concept of this being an entirely different timeline altogether, and separately these things don't mean much of anything. Viewed together, though, they do seem to point in a fairly distinct direction.
Key points:
The Depths are full of massive ancient fossilized tree roots
Hyrule as a whole is heavily populated with the remains of absolutely enormous fossilized tree stumps
The Koroks exist, but the Kokiri don't
The Rito exist, as do the Zora
These Zora can live in freshwater or saltwater without suffering negative effects
Ganondorf refers to Sonia as being Hyrulean, not Hylian, in spite of Hyrule as a kingdom being founded by her and Rauru
Triforce imagery already exists back in that time period, to the point that Sonia has it tattooed on her body
This...may actually be the far-flung future of the WindWaker timeline.
Points 1, 2 and 3:
In WindWaker, the Deku Tree created the Koroks out of the Kokiri so that they would survive in some capacity after the Goddesses flooded the world. They traverse the world dropping seeds in the hopes that the trees born from those seeds will take root deep enough to join together and recreate land.
The Depths are full of ancient fossilized trees. Hyrule is covered in their remains. The Koroks travel the world for reasons unknown. The Lost Woods contain both a Lake Saria and a Mido Swamp, which we can say are just shout-outs to previous titles—except that Urbosa mentions Nabooru by name in BoTW, meaning that she existed. And if she existed, in the capacity that we know her from Ocarina of Time, then Saria existed. And yet the Koroks exist, and the Kokiri don't.
Points 4 and 5:
In WindWaker, the Rito used to be the Zora. They were magically evolved over time because they couldn't survive the flood, there was something wrong with the water. In Ocarina of Time, Zoras appear to be strictly freshwater entities; there are oceanic Zora in Majora's Mask, but that's either so far back on the timeline that Hylia and Demise haven't landed yet, or it's an alternate timeline altogether. In BoTW and ToTK, the Zora are very clear that they can survive in basically any water. They've tested this. They know they'll be fine no matter what.
Rito and Zoras in BoTW and ToTK have very, very similar body shapes, with long torsos and long arms and short legs, very limited sexual dimorphism, and expression of features similar to multiple different real-world animals that live in their respective environments. Teba is a harpy eagle, Kass is a sapphire macaw, Revali is a Steller's jay, Penn is a pelican; Mipha seems to be a false killer whale, Sidon is a hammerhead shark, King Dorephan is a blue whale, Yona is a devil ray.
Unlike the Rito in WindWaker, these Rito are literally just birds. They don't have to go earn their wings, they grow flight feathers at certain levels of maturity just like normal birds. Unlike the Zora in previous titles, who seemed to age at a rate on-pace with Hylians, the Zora age similarly to some some rare deep sea animals—coelacanths, for instance, reach physical maturity around 40-60 years old. (Reminder that coelacanths were also assumed to be wiped out, leaving behind only differently-evolved relatives.)
If we assume that the Koroks' mission was successful, then the Zora could very well have come back into being intentionally, the same way that they became the Rito in the first place. Some remained as Rito, while others chose to branch off and recreate what they used to be, using magic and careful breeding to make sure that they wouldn't die if the water turned against them again. Likewise, the Rito changed alongside them to become more suited to the changing environment, until they reached a point where they don't even remember that they came from the same place. (EDIT: Lending further credence to this possibility, the Stormwind Ark literally looks like two seahorses swimming side by side. Not birds. Nothing airborne. Seahorses.)
Points 6 and 7:
The existence of the Triforce as a holy symbol and the use of "Hyrulean" to describe someone of Hylian descent indicates that Rauru and Sonia didn't create Hyrule as a place, but organized it as a nation. The land of Hyrule already existed, it just wasn't under anyone's rule. Rauru and Sonia, with the power that they possessed, were able to organize the land on which they lived to create a kingdom—it was already called Hyrule, they just took control.
This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever in any context that I can think of outside the WindWaker timeline, where the destined bearers of the Triforce and the Hylian royal family haven't existed for ages. One of three points in the timeline where Ganondorf was killed, not just sealed away. (The other two being Twilight Princess and ToTK.) Until this point, Ganondorf is always the same Ganondorf. He's the same person as he was in Ocarina of Time—the Triforce of Power made him immortal, that's why all anyone could ever do was seal him up. The Master Sword is the sword that seals the darkness, not the sword that destroys the darkness.
There's a really interesting bit in the Twilight Princess manga that, while I know it's noncanon for the games, lends a lot of credence to the idea that Ganondorf in ToTK is the first time that Ganondorf has been properly and truly reincarnated.
Trigger warning for mention of suicide, and spoiler warning for the Twilight Princess manga.
Toward the end of the manga, during the final battle, Link is losing. Link is going to lose. He comes to the realization that he can't kill Ganondorf not because Ganondorf is stronger than him, but because he's just one part of a whole—and Link and Zelda make up the rest of it. Link realizes that he doesn't have the right to kill Ganondorf, because they need each other to exist. He was chosen by Din for a reason, like Link was chosen by Farore and Zelda was chosen by Nayru, and even if nobody knows why Din allowed that to happen that doesn't make it the right of one Goddess' champion to kill another. Ganondorf refuses to accept this, and kills himself so that he can finally be swept into the reincarnation cycle along with Link and Zelda, rather that just living forever and meeting new versions of them again and again. He demands the opportunity to reset and do what he wants without the fetters of his previous attempts weighing on him, with a promise to return someday and take what he deserves.
Ganondorf dies at the end of WindWaker, and it's very possible that he wouldn't be reborn again until the time period where Hyrule would be revived. Ganondorf is the destined bearer of the Triforce of Power—and Rauru is the Sage of Light, but he very clearly serves as a stand-in for the Triforce of Courage, while Sonia presumably stood in for Wisdom until Zelda arrived. At that point, given that Zelda is the destined bearer chosen by Nayru in order to bolster her ability to interface with Hylia (or to house her outright), any protection that position could have granted Sonia was lost, and Ganondorf was able to kill her where he couldn't have killed Zelda.
Do I think this is the case? Almost certainly not. Do I think it's possible? Absolutely.
The other possibility is that Ganondorf in WindWaker succeeded in his wish to reset the timeline and undo everything and the Goddesses took advantage of the wish and rolled it back so far that they removed the Triforce from the timeline altogether in the hopes that Ganondorf would never come into being at all. This new timeline would thereby be the result of that, but there's not much to indicate that beyond the fact that the Imprisoning War is literally the events of Ocarina of Time without the Triforce or Link, down to Zelda watching him kneel in front of the King of Hyrule and ask for allegiance, then telling that king that Ganondorf is obviously evil. I swear it's almost word for word. Zelda. Don't be racist.
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3. once upon a dream
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morpheus x f!reader
warnings: swearing
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When you fell into your slumber you found yourself not in the dingy dark dungeon crawling with rats but instead in a bright, ethereal cathedral? Warmth relief ebbed through your body like rays of sun. It was quiet and there were no cloaked men to be seen. It was nothing, nothing but peace.
And the dam broke.
You fell to your knees in hysterics. You had done it. You had broken the cycle.
And the tears mixed with laughter wouldn't stop. Even if it was for one night you had finally done something right.
“You requested an audience?”
Your head snapped up to the quiet yet commanding voice. In front of you laid a narrow throne perched on top of a plethora of steps fit to make any monarch of the waking world jealous. On top of the throne sat a man.
No. He was not a man and describing him as such would do an injustice to the being before you.
He wore a long black coat, long enough to be a cloak, with matching black shirt and trousers all which draped around his thin yet tall build and clashed against his white silk skin. His midnight hair messily framed his forehead in an elegant way. His face was nothing short of art, so beautiful and yet so alien with a crushingly sharp jawline and matching cheekbones.
And his eyes?
God, his eyes. Two twin stars shimmering at you, slowly dissolving into a pale iced blue the longer you stared into them.
A new sense of dread collapsed onto you and you clambered to your feet. As your heartbeat echoed in your ears. “Who are you?” You stuttered shielding yourself by crossing your arms over your chest as if they would protect you from whomever was in front of you.
“Who am I?” The deep voice practically purred as he stood up and started descending down the steps. “I am Dream of the Endless and you requested an audience with me, so you shall state your matters at once” He said coldly as his eyes studied you.
“Speak to me, Dream of the Endless”
The ritual. Had it truly worked?
Your gaze flew to the ceiling above you as swirls of deep magentas and sapphires of the universe danced in synchronized patterns on the ceiling. You stared in awe at the sight, the rich hues entrancing you “Where am I?”
“You are in the heart of the dreaming” A different voice answered you.
You turned to your left. A woman with dark skin, in a burgundy dinner jacket watched you over the top of her rounded glasses. Her ears were pointed and her existence was entirely other- worldly.
You gulped terribly as fear started to overtake you. The woman appeared wise beyond apprehension and fairly harmless but not enough to soothe yourself from the anxieties gripping at your heart.
“The dreaming?” You breathed.
“Where you go when you dream” The woman explained.
You nodded mindlessly though you knew you had no idea what was going on, this was surely just another dream.
“Enough” The booming voice called. He was no more than a meter away from you now and you took a few steps back before daring to look into his eyes again.
And you found such a strong sense of familiarity, You had seen these eyes before.
“Have we met before?” You whispered.
“Perhaps, mortals tend to forget in the waking world”
You started to laugh maniacally, clutching your stomach for support. This had to be a joke and honestly you didn't mind, any second you weren’t watching a raven get brutally murdered, you were thankful for.
The king of dreams shared a confused look with his librarian as they looked back to you with concern.
“I’m sorry” You heaved between laughs. “It's just-” You could barely get a sentence out before erupting into laughter again. “I mean, I have the same nightmare for over a month and now I’m dreaming about goth guys and whatever random crap my mind can conjure up” You wiped at the tears in your eyes, calming yourself down.
“Nightmares” The man questioned cautiously.
“Well yeah actually that's why I seeked an audience”
Dream nodded for you to continue. “Well it always starts the same..”
Both watched curiously exchanging glances every so often. Your new found euphoria wavered as you explained every dull detail, tears now pricking your eyes again at the harsh memories coming back to you.
“Its not even the dream itself its the fucking heartbreak that comes with it, it always feels so real, so heavy”
“And I suppose” The brooding figure softly spoke. “You want me to do something about it”
Your head craned to meet his eyes. “Please, I planned to confront you, ask you why give me these dreams, why every night for over 35 fucking days, but I couldn’t care less anymore” You picked at the skin near your fingernails before sighing and letting a single tear roll down your cheek. “Just make them stop, please”
The king of Dreams' eyes unwillingly softened at the sight in front of him. He watched as the mortal struggled to keep herself together, so strong yet so delicate. The dream was gruesome, yes, but he’s seen worse.
“I sympathize with you”
Your head shot up with a hopeful glint in your eyes.
“But I will not interfere”
And just like that any sense of hopefulness or happiness left your body and you instead drowned in a pool of anger.
“What?” You growled.
The stranger stared at you with a callous look lifting his jaw up. You stuttered and angrily wiped at the hot tears seeping from your eyes. “Why not?”
“I do not need to explain myself to a mortal” He callously exasperated.
“Are you not the king of dreams? Dream lord? The sandman?” You hissed in disbelief.
Dreams' eyes now narrowed. “I cannot interfere” He gritted out.
You had come too far to back down now. “Can’t or won’t?” You challenged, stepping close to the stranger. All earlier hesitation, nowhere to be found. You truly had nothing else to lose.
It was his turn now, stepping closer, the two of you now only mere centimeters away from each other's face. He looked down at you with a stern and finalized face. “Won’t”
You glared up at him heavily breathing as you clenched your fists at your side. Why did he have to be so beautiful?
You searched his eyes, silently challenging him, but his stare was overwhelming and made you feel so small. The atmosphere around you cracked and bent under the excruciating pressure of the two of you's proximity. Your mouth dried and heartbeat hammered in your chest as your eyes betrayed you as you looked down to his lips only for a fraction of a second. The man clenched his jaw as he watched you and you could have swore his lip upturned only for a second.
“In fact” He practically whispered in your ear. “This dream is over”
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You shot up out of bed. Confused, pissed off and a third thing you were yet to admit to yourself.
You had two possible explanations.
Number One: The ritual worked, you had truly met the sandman himself and he was an arrogant little shit. (A beautiful one too, but you aggressively shook that thought out of your head)
Number Two: Your imagination and desperation was so strong it managed to break the cycle of nightmares.
You were inclined to believe Number Two and yet something deep within your conscious knew which one was the right answer.
Maybe you should've just given up. If the God Of Dreams himself won't help, what hope was there for you.
Well you didn't have the nightmare last night. If you could somehow go to "the dreaming" again ,as the pointy-eared woman described it, you would plead your case again and keep coming back again until he inevitably kills you or ceases the nightmares.
Easy enough right?
"Every night for over 35 days, sir?"
"It's unheard of," The Dream Lord muttered deep in thought.
Lord Morpheus had sat upon the steps, his coat pooled around his engulfing him in a sea of black. Opposite him the faithful librarian anxiously paces.
Lucienne strode closer to her lord cautiously but with intent. "So why?"
Dreams' eyes snatched up to Lucienne’s. "I wasn't aware, Lucienne" He spoke his next words carefully, unwillingly ready to admit even to himself "I can't feel her nightmares or her dreams, it's just nothing"
Lucienne licked her lip and readjusted her glasses nervously. "How is that possible?"
"It shouldn't be"
“Maybe she lied but she seemed far too emotionally affected for it to be a ploy” Lucienne wondered, thinking out loud.
“And she managed to reach me in the dreaming, It takes true commitment and desperation to be able to do that” He muttered, silently impressed.
The two look at each other, each with a gaze of fear.
"Lucienne, find everything you can about this situation" Dream ordered, sitting up from the steps in the throne room.
Recomposing her posture, Lucienne nodded "Right away, and you my lord?"
"Me and Matthew shall visit the waking world and question our rogue dreamer"
Lucienne's forehead creased as he tilted her head to the side. “If I may, Sir, would it not be more beneficial to simply read the book in the library about her, instead of visiting the waking world?”
By this time Morpheus was already striding towards the doors of the throne room.
“Better to hear it from her herself” Morpheus now turned around to glance at his librarian “Do you not think Lucienne?”
Lucienne knew better than to argue with her Lord over something so trivial. “Of course my lord”
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It was 17:45 and you were working at the coffee shop. The light outside had dwindled as the sun had disappeared over the horizon, painting the sky with bright hues of blue and orange. Throughout the day you had simply felt like you were only floating, zoning out and contemplating how life had gotten you to this exact moment.
You hadn’t seen Lorna this morning, or Corey, though you weren't particularly upset about that. And you felt so unnatural. Like you knew secrets that no one else did.
Maybe you were actually going insane. But it all felt so…real.
The handsome stranger, annoying and cruel as he was, you couldn't help but be intrigued. Was he truly the sandman? Lord Morpheus, King of Dreams, Dream of the Endless? He had so many names all which now sent unwilling shivers down your spine. The gaze in his eyes haunted you still and you wished, prayed, you would dream of him again.
The bell to the coffee shop chimed and you looked down before going up to the counter. "How can I help you today?"
"You could start by telling me everything"
Your eyes widened at the voice and your head swiftly looked up.
It was the king of dreams himself looking all the more ethereal, standing out from the blandness of the coffee shop. He wore a shorter coat, still long but enough to fit in as much as he could with humanity.
"How are you here?" You stuttered. "Am I going insane?"
"No”
You trembled ever so slightly and took a few steps back from the counter. “What do you want?”
“Answers”
You peered into his eyes again, your fear apparent, his eyes softened. “I do not wish to hurt you, I swear it, I only wish to talk” His voice uttered in a tone oh so comforting that sent an ache down into your soul. And you almost fell for it too, anyone would’ve, the soft velvet undertones of his voice was like being wrapped in a silk blanket.
“I cannot interfere”
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Won’t”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t interfere” You said in an accusatory way as you crossed your arms.
“I needed time to think over your claims,” He explained. “In truth your nightmares could pose as a danger to my realm”
Your eyebrows snapped together and you almost lost your footing. “What? How?”
His head motioned towards the door. “I will explain as we walk”
“Wait I can’t just leave work”
“You will do as I say” Dream commanded, raising one eyebrow.
Any other day and you might've smirked or argued back but instead you breathed heavily through your nose, and rubbed your temples. Considering the stranger in front of you, you threw off your apron and grabbed your jacket.
Fuck it, right? It was only 15 minutes before the shop closed anyways and no one else was in the shop.
You switched off all the lights and grabbed the keys, Dream watching you wordlessly. Swinging the door open you gestured to the man to go through. With one nod he strode through the door, you silently following after him and locking up, throwing the keys into your pocket.
Turning on your heel to the man, you anxiously started picking at the skin on your fingers. You figured out pretty quickly that the Dream Lord wasn’t a big speaker. But he wasn’t the only one who needed answers. “So, everything I dreamt last night was real?” You questioned.
“Yes”
You studied his face anxiously looking for any sign of emotion, before you let out a frustrated sigh. “I mean, How can I trust you? How can I trust this isn't a prank or a psychotic break?”
Dreams' eyes traced your face as he thought deeply before answering you. “When you were a child, you had a nightmare about your play toys coming alive and to this day you are still unsure of whether it was a dream or they had truly come alive”
Your face blushed a deep red and you looked down, “Sure didn’t tell anyone that” You cringed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Thanks for the answer though”
Out of the corner of your eyes you had sworn you saw Dreams lip twitch up, only for a second and you found your face flushing for a different reason now.
You started to walk in the direction to the bus stop and Dream strode beside you in pursuit. “I don’t know what else I can tell you, I told you in as much possible detail about the dream”
Dream nodded, putting his hands into his pocket. “Do you know the exact date these nightmares started?” He asked, looking forward as the two of you meandered through the busy streets.
You walked beside him, keeping enough distance just for precaution. “Yeah, the 19th of September”. You had remembered the first time you had the dream, telling almost everyone you knew about the crazy real dream of you sacrificing yourself for a raven. Then, everyone laughed, but now instead everyone looked at you with concern and pity.
Turning his head to study your features, Dream asked another question. “Do ravens or cloaked men, anything from the dream have any slight of importance or relevance to you?”
You thought for a second before biting your lip and shaking your head. “No, none of it”
The conversation grew silent and you looked at Dreams' puzzled expression. “So why does this pose a threat to your realm?”
Dream sighed and looked forward, a broody glare on his face. “I am dream of the endless, that means I am not just the king of dreams. I am the dreaming. It is me. I can sense, manipulate and see anyone's dreams, apart from your nightmares”
Your eyebrows knitted. “But you just said you knew about my dreams from when I was six years old”
Dream swallowed harshly, fighting back an exasperated sigh, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “Yes, I can see all of your dreams from before, but I stopped sensing anything 39 days ago”
Realization hit you and your knees wobbled ever so slightly, It was the day the nightmares started.
“Wait, so you're not the one controlling my dreams?”
“Evidently not” Dream bit out.
You stuttered and stumbled over your words in disbelief. “Is that even possible?”
“Yes, but I can usually sense it. But like I said, I can’t sense a thing to do with you or your nightmares” He seethed.
You recoiled at his harsh tone and soon realized he was pissed off. Not at you, necessarily but at the fact that someone else is controlling dreams. Someone that's not him. You picked at the skin on your fingers even more so now.
The night was slowly and slowly falling down as the last bits of light dissolved. You had left behind the bustling streets as you now meandered through the silent and eerie park, isolated from everybody else.
“So, what are we supposed to do?”
Dream let out a breath of air as he huffed, looking at you with amusement. “We?” He stopped dead in his tracks turning so his full body was facing you.
You mirrored his actions as the both of you stood face to face in the middle of the path. Memories of the dream last night echoed in your brain.
You searched his eyes, silently challenging him, but his stare was overwhelming and made you feel so small. The atmosphere around you cracked and bent under the excruciating pressure of the two of you's proximity. Your mouth dried and heartbeat hammered in your chest as your eyes betrayed you as you looked down to his lips only for a fraction of a second. The man clenched his jaw as he watched you and you could have swore his lip upturned only for a second.
“Yes, We” You emphasized the last word.
Dream looked down at you amusement glimmering in his eyes. “And what makes you think I would allow you to help me?”
You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Allow me? Well firstly they are my nightmares are they not?” You challenged.
He stares at you, unwavering. You continue “And it was I that called on you dream lord” You pointed out. “Maybe I don’t want your help anymore”
Dream scoffed, rolling his eyes ever so slightly. “It matters not that you called upon me now, this is a matter of urgency to my realm, whether you like it or not”
You looked down, chewing at the inside of your mouth. This was your fault, you were the one who kept having these nightmares, it was your decision to invoke Lord Morpheus. Maybe you should've just left it alone. Now you have a literal god, no, more than a god running around, cleaning up the mess you possibly made.
Softening your gaze you looked up to him through your lashes. “Please” You whispered. “Just let me help”
Dream examined your face, deep in thought. He should say no. It's dangerous and unconventional. He should say no, you were only a mortal, you would get in the way. But he could see the regret and guilt in your eyes, and he feels himself unwillingly softening. After all, this affair would be dealt with in a matter of days and you would never have to see each other again.
“Fine,” He croaked.
Your shoulders dropped in relief and you let out a breath of air. “By the way I’m-”
“I know exactly who you are '' Dream cut you off before purring your name.
And you hated that an involuntary shiver fell down your spine at the way your name tumbled off of his tongue. You clear your throat and straighten your posture. “Right, of course you do”
A flap of wings interrupted your conversation and the next thing you saw was a small black figure landing next to Dreams boots. Inspecting the midnight bird you realized it was a raven. And your breath hitched. Dream watched with a confused expression on his face as your breathing grew heavier and heavier.
A raven
A sacrifice
A death
You stepped back as your knees buckled and you expected to feel the slippery hard surface of the wet concrete floor to smack into your body. But two arms clad in black cradled your forearms before you could’ve hit the ground. You grabbed Dream's arms to steady yourself before looking up to your saviour and gave him an awkward smile as his head tilted, watching you still with that confused expression.
The raven's head cocked to the side as it let out a caw and your face flushed in embarrassment. You turned back to Dream and awkwardly chuckled. “Sorry not good with ravens considering y'know”
Dream gave a loose nod and you calmed yourself down utterly too aware that Dreams eyes had not left your face. Looking back to him you saw his face loosely etched with concern? You shook that thought out of your head and cursed yourself for thinking such foolish thoughts as you stared into his eyes and your mouth dried, and Dreams lips parted as he took a short breath in, before you realized you were still clutching onto his arms. You looked down and removed yourself from his grasp, he himself quickly drew his hands back into his pocket. You dusted yourself down awkwardly. Stupid sexy man.
“Yeah, well think about how I feel,” A voice said.
Frowning and looking around to where the voice came from you looked at the raven perched next to Dream.
“Was that-”
“Yes it was me, hi”
Your eyes widened. This was the weirdest day ever. “Holy shit!” You exclaimed, staring at the raven.
The raven slowly waddled closer to you, cautiously not to scare you. “Holy shit, indeed, I’m Matthew, You must be the mortal with the raven murder dreams”
Blinking slowly you nodded. “Yeah I am” You kneeled down so you could be closer to the bird.
He looked like a normal raven, with silk black feathers, large body. But he wasn’t the raven from your dream. Relief overtook you and you found yourself smiling with childlike wonder at the bird. “It's nice to meet you Matthew, sorry for the rude introduction”
He cawed and spread his wings as he flew onto your shoulder. “Nice to meet you too, and don't worry about it, I don't blame you, trust me as an actual raven, I would be shitting my pants”
You giggled at his response and turned back to Dream, a tired expression on his face.
You looked up to the sky and realized it was pitch black, save for a few stars. Eyes widening you fumbled for your phone in your pocket and realized the time. 18.30 and you had missed your bus. “Shit” You groaned.
Dream raised an eyebrow curiously. “Missed my bus”
Sighing and rolling his eyes. This was going to be a long couple of days. He grabbed a leather pouch from his coat and poured the contents into his palm.
You watched curiously before realizing it was sand. “You really are the sandman” You almost screeched. Dream said nothing. “Like the Metallica song” You muttered, repeating the earlier conversation you had with Lorna.
“I like her,'' Matthew declared to his boss, and Dream had to physically stop himself from rolling his eyes yet again. Sprinkling the sand around the three of you, you were suddenly engulfed in a vortex of sand. Shielding your eyes from any loose grains until the wind around you had heard whipping around you had calmed down and you curiously opened your eyes again to find you outside your apartment complex. You looked at Dream bewildered. “You know what, I’m not going to even ask”
“So, what's the plan?” Matthew croaked, still perched on your shoulder.
Dreams gaze turned to you and you shifted ever so slightly. “Tonight when you sleep, you will come to the dreaming and Me, You and Lucienne shall try to resolve this”
“And me!” The raven croaked. Dream sighed and ignored his raven.
You nodded slowly “Ok, Well I’ll see you both in a couple of hours then, I suppose”
Matthew flew from your shoulder back to Dreams instead. “Oh and thank you for getting me home, safely” You smiled at Dream. He nodded and with that you entered the apartment complex, making your way up the stairs.
After watching you safely begin to trudge up the steps Dream turned around. And started emptying sand into his palm. Matthew cleared his throat. “So, are we going to talk about it?”
“About what, Matthew?” Dream exasperated.
Matthew cawed and fluttered his wings. “Oh, I don’t know, you practically jumping to catch her in your arms”
Dream turned to his raven with a pointed eyebrow. “She was about to fall Matthew, if you still had arms would you not do the same thing?”
“Sure, sure whatever, Boss”
There was a pause between the both of them. “I really do like her though”
Dream sprinkled the sand around them and wore a harsh expression on his face. “Don’t get too attached, after this situation is dealt with I doubt we’ll ever be seeing her again”
Matthew cawed at his master's side as the two of them transported back to the dreaming.
#morpheus#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless#dream of the endless x you#dream of the endless x reader#the sandman#the sandman x reader
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A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:
New characters were added to the ask list this week:
Brock Renyolds (SEAL Team)
Sonny Quinn (SEAL Team)
Trent Sawyer (SEAL Team)
Eric Blackburn (SEAL TEAM)
David Hale (SOA)
Aaron Thorsen (The Rookie)
New Fics:
Chicago Med:
Fraught - Companion piece to The Fight Before Christmas and Should Have - Sam makes a decision regarding your relationship.
Sapphires - You and Mitch share a moment the night before your wedding.
Chicago PD:
Crossing The Line - Companion piece to Ghosts - You and Antonio cross the line.
Criminal Minds:
Rough - Luke needs something special after a bad day.
FBI:
Marilyn - OA supports you in the aftermath of a UC mission.
FBI International:
Waiting - Scott hates waiting especially when it comes to something so important.
FBI Most Wanted:
Not About You - Companion piece to Interruptions (NSFW), Million Reasons, & Got You - There's only one way to get Remy out of his head.
Fire Country:
Space - You give Manny some space when his ex wife comes to town.
Haven:
Worse - An encounter with the Rev triggers you and your Trouble. (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)
Law & Order:
Otto - Cyrus falls in love during the dog fighting case.
Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed. (Nick Baxter x Reader)
The Musketeers:
A Cottage In Nice - Treville disappears after he is dismissed by the king.
Silk (NSFW) - You bring aerial silks into the bedroom with Porthos.
Narcos:
Marry Me - You can never give Horacio the answer he wants.
NCIS:
Where Evil Grew - Nick has to tell you the bad news about your sister.
Commander Ray - Alden won't admit he's jealous.
NCIS LA:
3 Times Sabatino Thought About Proposing and the 1 Time He Did - Part Four: Cake - Nina helps Nik propose.
NCIS New Orleans:
Atlanta - Companion piece to Just Another Sunny Day In Georgia & Dance With Me - You show Dwayne what happened in Atlanta.
Sugar Boots - Chris has a special nickname for you.
The Rookie:
Every Rose Has It’s Thorsen: Aaron realises he needs to come clean about his past.
The Rookie Feds:
The Devil I Know - Companion piece to Estelle - You make a choice regarding your relationship with Brendon.
SEAL Team:
Three Months - The few days before deployment are always the worst. (Trent Sawyer X Reader)
Buried Socks: Ceberus has a unique way of showing how much he misses you. (Brock Reynolds x Reader)
Shitty Little Bar - People always get the wrong idea about Sonny.
Sugar & Spice - Sonny likes a bit of sugar and a bit of spice.
Soundtrack - Your entire relationship with Sonny has a soundtrack. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)
Angel With A Shotgun - Sonny has a problem with the shotgun you keep under the bar. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)
Something In Your Mouth (NSFW) - Sonny recalls the last time you went down on him. (Sonny's Infinite Playlist)
Freckles (NSFW) - Brian loves it when you kiss his freckles.
See It (NSFW) - Eric wants you to see exactly how he feels.
SOA:
Graffiti - It starts with a graffitied dick on the outside of Jax Teller's house. (David Hale x Reader)
Smoke - You and Chibs share a joint on the loading dock.
SWAT:
Chose You - Sachez makes a choice about your relationship.
Top Gun Maverick:
Messy - Companion piece to Broken Buttons - Beau discovers the truth about what happened that night.
The Only Man - Companion piece to Duty & Communication & Germany (NSFW) - Beau returns home from Germany.
Will Trent:
Trying!Series Part Three: Thirty Days - Your plans to start a family with Will are put on hold when he goes undercover as Bill Black.
#alden parker#nick torres#will trent#beau simpson#rodrigo sanchez#vostanik sabatino#dwayne pride#filip chibs telford#david hale#sonny quinn#eric blackburn#brian armstrong#brock reynolds#trent sawyer#aaron thorsen#brendon acres#chris lasalle#horacio carrillo#porthos#captain treville#nick baxter#cyrus lupo#remy scott#manny perez#dwight hendrickson#oa zidan#scott forrester#Luke alvez#antonio dawson#mitch ripley
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Okay so, I am planning to do an Aemond Targaryen smut that will be both very plot based and very smutty (haven't even written the smut yet and I'm already 2k words in whoops)
Yes... no... any thoughts??
It is a going to be an afab reader insert, but I did mention that she had a few extra pounds, not conventionally attractive, and not tall like her family... so you can honestly interpret that fairly loosely.
Here's a little exert from what I've written thus far, nothing crazy, but let me know what you think and if I should continue on!
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To make myself seem less conspicuous on my way into Kings Landing, I decided to backtrack from Storm's End into the Red Mountains so that my route into the Kingswood avoided the watchful eyes of the soldiers and guards stationed there. The trek up the mountains was grueling at best, and by the time I was making my way down my energy had depleted substantially. Although I was a skilled warrior, the few extra pounds I carried made me huff and puff my way across steep rock faces and cliffsides until I almost reached the mergance of the forest. I say 'almost' because as soon as I made my way down to the last cliff, a jutted out sudden drop of 100ft, a group of ten Targaryen soldiers emerge from the shadows the setting sun cast of the rock face.
"My, my, my, what have we here?" The tallest of them said, the red notches upon his crest insignia telling me that he is their leader. "She's a pretty thing, isn't she? If not a bit wild." One of them said, causing them all to snicker as they steadily closed in on me. This wasn't good, not in the slightest, and if it wasn't for the deadly drop behind me I would have thought this was an easy win for me. Apparently, my luck has run out.
"I guess Daeron was right when he reported a lone person wandering the mountains while he patroled the sky." A shorter one clucked his tongue as he eyed me wearily. Shit. In my haste to get all of my brothers stupid wishes over and done with I had forgotten about the fact that the Targaryon's rode dragons. Of course, if my mind wasn't as sidetracked as if was I would have travelled in the dead of night through the cover of darkness instead of in the light of the sun. The quick shuffling of boot on stone caught my attention, and when I looked towards it's source I saw the leader of the group take a confident step towards me, smirk plastered across his face, "Comere lovey, wouldn't want you to get lost out here." He said, mud brown eyes gleaming with sexual depravity, "We'll take good care of you." It was with that one look my body was set into motion. Beneath the thick layer of my worn cloak I unsheathed my sword made from the strongest of Valyrian metals, with bright blue sapphires glittering in the guard and handle while a large one sparkled as the entire pommel. The light weight of the steel felt like home in my hand as the blade glimmered against the setting sun's rays, and as I looked into the shocked eyes of the men before me I couldn't stop the mirthful twitch of my lip before I moved.
#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen smut#hotd aemond#aemond the kinslayer#aemond one eye#aemond oneshot#house of the dragon#house targaryen#hotd imagine#hotd smut#house of the dragon smut#ewan mitchell#smut#game of thrones smut#game of thrones#aemond x reader
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DP HC - Danny's Crown of Cold & Ring of Stars
I feel like King Danny's crown should be a laurel made of ghost ice, possibly resembling frostworks, with glowing emerald-like 'berries' as decoration.
An aurora shinning upwards from it.
Like this:
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His ring would be a band with a galactic design. Made of meterorite & galaxy opal. If it has a stone, it'd be a Star Sapphire with more than 6 rays.
I've decided that all rulers of the Infinite Realms' ring has 2 modes to it. One in which it's just being worn & one for official royal use. When used for authentication or royal documentation purposes, the ring will become a signet.
Here is Danny's:
This is the coat of arms in its natural state based on my Legacy HC:
For an explanation as to the reasoning behind the symbols for Danny's signet & coat of arms, go here:
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─────── .°୭̥ ✿ˎˊ˗ day eight : flight
( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë ⠀〳 námo⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. whilst flying through the airs in need of a break, námo is pleasantly surprised by the eagle that joins him
· ⊰ notes. this event should have been called a manwë event with how much I'm writing for him — not that I mind of course <3
‘Flying all by your lonesome, little raven?’
Upon hearing the familiar voice ring through his ears, Námo rears his presently ebony-feathered head and beholds the mighty wingspan above him. So, that is where the rays of light went. . . they were blocked out by none other than His Majesty.
White, elegant feathers flap through the skies. Twinkling yet slitted sapphire eyes peer at his fellow Vala who also takes the form of a winds' creature. The two of them soar through the skies — one noticeably smaller than the other, yet majestic in every right. A contrast of colours that flutter through the air.
'Have you been stalking me, Your Majesty?'
Námo hears a chime in Manwë's fëa, as though the king had laughed at his little tease. The great white eagle lowers himself so that he is flying side-by-side with his lover.
'Is it so wrong of me to crave my dear doomsman? I heard your song in my skies. How could I turn down the opportunity to soar with you?'
If Námo could, he might have smiled. Instead, to show his appreciation he turns directory and flies a few circles around the larger bird. Brushing their feathers together and nuzzling their soft heads.
'How about we retire to your halls? I would much rather see your true form.' Námo offers, only to receive another chuckle through his head which causes his heart to flutter in the slightest.
'Is someone calling me pretty?'
Námo nearly forgets how to fly. His wings stiffen and he falls a few inches before quickly flapping his wings in panic and regaining his composure. He shoots his head in Manwë's direction, cursing his beady raven eyes that can hardly produce his typical icy glare.
'How about we land? You shall receive a pinch for that one.'
Another laugh as Manwë nuzzles his head against his lover's before agreeing. 'As you wish, my darling.' While Námo might not see it in this form, he can feel Manwë's smile in the air.
And so the two love birds soar through the skies. Dancing through the winds and fluttering amongst each other as they return to Ilmarin's Halls.
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You Owe Me A Debt: Chap 1
Masterlist / Next Chapter
Author's Note: This is definitely not a parody. You should take everything in this fanfic 100% seriously. This story is true to canon. It really happened. Trust me, I was there.
Story Summary: As the second son of King Visery's second wife, Aemond Targaryen is given only a small allowance. The measly funds were nowhere near enough to pay for the prince's daily necessities, such as his 16-step Olaplex haircare routine. The young prince is secretly forced to live on credit and he must count every last cent he spends. One day, someone steals his money, leaving Aemond penniless and angry. Will he be able to get his money back or will his broke ass be humiliated in front of court for not being able to pay his Klarnax installments for his sapphire?
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Visenya Targaryen (Rhaenyra's Daughter) but ironically.
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: This fic includes profanity, Aegon being Aegon, mentions of mommy issues, communism, and someone accidentally breaking a full-sized glass bottle of hair serum on the floor.
It should be warned that my sense of humor is atrocious too.
Chapter 1: An Unexpected Family Gathering
Words: 3.292k. Wtf did I write.
When his servants shuffled into his chambers to get him ready for the day, Aemond dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
It was not quite dawn yet; the light that came into his windows was still the dark, greyish blue of early mornings and the birds were yet to sing their first notes. Most people in the Red Keep were still sound asleep, but Aemond was an early riser. His servants would always enter his quarters before sunrise to help him get dressed and style his hair.
But today, he wanted to be alone to indulge in his morning ritual of self-care without any distractions. For Aemond, there was nothing more soothing than doing his hair by himself in the quiet hours of the morning before the world woke up.
The prince turned to his vanity. An unruly mess of long silver locks stared back at him through the mirror. About two dozen bottles of hair care products were perched neatly on the vanity, glass bottles all looking uniformly blue in the low light.
Time to begin my 16-step Olaplex hair care routine, Aemond thought, picking up his hairbrush.
By the time he completed all the steps, the first rays of sunlight had crept through the windows. Aemond checked his hair one last time in the mirror. Satisfied, he turned to his wardrobe, got dressed, and then made his way over to the desk at the far end of his room.
Aemond had once read in a book that one should always do the hardest task first thing in the day, and so he decided to tackle the issue of his finances.
He sat himself down and began pouring over his ledger. One look at the book's pages and it wouldn't take a financial genius to know that Aemond's funds were running dangerously low.
Especially after the purchase he made five months ago for the sapphire that was currently sitting in his eye socket.
For years, he had simply covered the empty hole with an eyepatch. But still the risk of infection was high, especially with how much sweat and dirt got into the gaping space as a result of his rigorous training schedule. He has had to endure years of the maesters invading his personal space every evening to clean it. It was an irritating ordeal that made Aemond feel even more of an invalid, and he decided that enough was enough and commissioned a sapphire to be fitted. Of course, his eye socket would still require cleaning, but not as often.
The downside to this was that the gem had cost a whopping 10,000 gold dragons that Aemond certainly didn't possess.
Aemond was the second son of the second wife of King Viserys, which meant that his allowance was small. Of course, Princess Rhaenyra, the king's favorite child, received the biggest slice of the pie, and after her came her sons (Rhaenyra had the audacity to churn out five sons). Then there was Aegon and Helaena, who used to get almost the same amount as Aemond, but that changed last year when they got married and had twins (and now Helaena was pregnant with another baby on the way). As per the rule, married royals were to be given more allowance than those who were single.
Aemond's slice of the pie had grown smaller and smaller and now he was barely scraping by. He'd had to pay for his sapphire with Klarnax instead, a recent startup in Westeros that lets you shop retail via installments. Aemond was on a 40-month plan and he'd been making payments of 250 gold dragons per month, plus a 2% interest.
Yesterday had been allowance day, but despite the new inflow of cash, after some calculations Aemond saw that it wasn't enough to cover all his expenses. Once he subtracted the cost of the birthday present he bought for Helaena last week, the ripped eyepatch he's had to replace, and the medicine for Vhagar's toothache (all of which he bought on his credit card) - there would only be enough leftover for his daily necessities, like his haircare.
There certainly wouldn't be any cash left for his sapphire.
Thankfully, Aemond wasn't a dumbass and knew how to save money, so he had a hidden stash of coins for emergencies. They were safely kept in a compartment underneath a loose stone below his vanity.
Aemond crouched down beneath the dressing table to carefully retrieve the bag of coins from the secret spot. Sitting down on the floor underneath the table, he quickly untied the drawstring of the bag and counted its contents.
Aemond let out a sigh of relief. He had just enough to pay his Klarnax installment for the month. He wouldn't have any leftover for savings but at least he'd break even.
It could be worse, I guess, he thought as he hummed to himself. At least I'm not Daeron. He's the youngest son so he's probably more broke than I am.
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Meanwhile, in Oldtown...
Daeron getting spoiled rotten by sugar daddy - sorry, I mean uncle - Gwayne Hightower.
Daeron: "Uncle Gwayne, I need some money to buy this gold-plated sword with a ruby-encrusted handle-"
Gwayne: "Done."
Daeron: "Uncle Gwayne, I need some money to buy this limited edition nutmeg-scented candle-"
Gwayne: "Done."
Daeron: "Uncle Gwayne, I need-"
Gwayne: "Done."
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Yeah, at least I'm not Daeron, Aemond thought, a chuckle escaping his lips. Poor dude.
Aemond's good mood didn't last long. The double doors to his chambers abruptly flew open. Still on the floor, Aemond jumped at the sudden noise and hit his head on the dresser above him.
What in the seven hells-
He rushed to hide his coins back under the loose stone and climbed out from under his vanity. Cursing under his breath at the throbbing pain in his head, he hastily straightened himself as his guard entered through the doors.
"Her Majesty Queen Alicent Hightower," the man announced.
Aemond sighed. Do mothers ever knock when they come into your room?
Alicent strolled in, her green gown flowing, looking every bit regal and poised as a woman of her position. But as she stopped in the center of the room in front of him, Aemond couldn't help but notice his mother's fidgeting. She had a habit of tugging at her nails when she was worried about something. She had always been an anxious person, but lately, he had noticed her nerves seemed to be getting the better of her. He couldn't blame her, though. With his father bedridden, his mother and grandsire were the ones tending to the matters of their realm. The politics of Westeros were enough to drive anyone mad.
"Aemond," said Alicent, putting on the sad friendly smile that she always did when she had bad news to share. "Your father has requested for our family to break fast together privately in his solar."
Aemond raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
The last time he had seen Viserys, the old king had been in a fit of coughing and wheezing and could barely string a sentence together. His father almost never asked them to dine together when he had been healthy, so Aemond hadn't expected such a request to come when he was sick.
"He asked all of us?" The young prince asked. Me, Helaena, and Aegon?
Alicent nodded. Aemond had a sinking feeling in his chest. After all the neglect he'd suffered from his father, he doubted Viserys would call him simply for a family meal. Aemond searched his mother's face, trying to find the reason behind the king's sudden request. But the queen seemed as lost in the dark as he was.
Alicent shifted on her feet uncomfortably. "I know that you and your father don't always see eye to eye-" Aemond pressed his lips in a thin line "-but his health is weak, and you must be on your best behavior."
She took his hands in hers, looking up at him with a seriousness in her eyes. "Please be civil towards your brother. Do not engage in his taunts," his mother pressed.
Aemond sighed but nodded respectfully. "Of course, mother."
Alicent made a move to leave the room but suddenly stopped in her tracks. She frowned and gave him a sideways glance.
"How many times have you worn that?"
Aemond instinctively looked down at the leather jacket he was wearing.
"This is the first time," he said.
Alicent narrowed her eyes. Before Aemond had a chance to protest, she marched towards his wardrobe and threw the doors open.
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Alicent Hightower was greeted with an unusual sight. Her son's wardrobe was jammed with rows upon rows of identical black jackets. They were all neatly organized, the jackets were paired with matching identical trousers, hanging on the same type of dark wooden hangers.
Alicent hesitated. She wondered what to make of this. Had her son developed some strange obsession with this particular article of clothing? Did the jackets somehow have a special meaning to him?
She slowly turned towards her son, a mixture of confusion and concern written across her face. Aemond was watching her with a sheepish expression.
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"Aemond, what is this?" the queen asked, not unkindly.
"My...clothes," said Aemond, the rising intonation at the end making it sound like a question. His mother raised an eyebrow at him.
"Your clothes?" she deadpanned.
"Hm."
Alicent was too stunned to speak, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was the distant muffled noises of the Red Keep as the castle stirred awake.
"You have the same outfit on every rack," she said finally. Aemond gave a single awkward nod.
"Is there a reason you decided to buy the same outfit fifty times?" she asked,
Aemond shrugged. "It's practical. Cozy. Fits me well," he said nonchalantly. "I like it." What he meant to say was I look fucking hot in it and the ladies stare at me more when I wear it but he wasn't going to say that in front of his mother.
Alicent blinked. "Well, if its simply a matter of preference, we could get a tailor to come in for you and help you pick out similar designs that you'll enjoy-"
"That won't be necessary, mother."
"My dearest, you can't go around wearing the same fit each day," Alicent said. "Westeros Today has made serious allegations against you. They think you're an outfit repeater."
Aemond blanched. "But I'm not. I wear a new one each day."
Alicent sighed. "We must get you more variety for your wardrobe."
Aemond shook his head. "Please, mother."
Alicent looked pained. "Aemond-"
"They're cheaper if I buy them in bulk," he blurted out.
Alicent looked at him, astonished. She opened her mouth to say something but immediately closed it, deciding not to press him further.
The queen turned and left and the guards shut the door, leaving Aemond in silence once again.
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Aemond approached the doors to his father's quarters with a sense of trepidation, trying to steel himself for what was to come. A wave of nerves swept over him as he stared at the large wooden doors. But just as he was about to order the guards to open them, he heard a loud groan and turned to see Aegon staggering down the hall, his head in his hands.
He could tell from Aegon's eyes that he had been drinking all night. Again.
Aegon had no limits when it came to alcohol, so that wasn't surprising to Aemond. But what was surprising was the fact that his brother was awake before noon. Aemond could hardly believe his eyes - he had never seen Aegon up this early before. As his brother shuffled next to him, his limbs unsteady, Aemond felt like he was witnessing an exotic bird taken out of its natural habitat.
Aegon grumbled something under his breath.
"Morning," Aemond greeted stiffly, remembering to be cordial.
"Too fucking early," Aegon growled, his eyes still full of sleep. "What the fuck does he want at this hour?"
Aemond heard swift footsteps approaching and he spun around to see who it was. It was his mother, the queen, her hands clasped in front of her. Her personal guard, Ser Criston Cole, was following at a respectful distance behind her.
"Good morning, my dearest," she said to Aemond. His mother gave him a bright smile and placed a hand on his shoulder, gazing at him fondly. For a moment, it seemed as if her annoyance regarding his wardrobe was all forgotten.
But then Alicent turned to Aegon and her expression changed, as if she had suddenly been slapped by a smelly fish. The queen scrunched up her face in disgust at the sight of her eldest son.
Aegon, of course, seemed unbothered by her reaction, opting to smile lazily at her.
Alicent turned back to Aemond and her disgust smoothed back into a smile. "Shall we break our fast?"
Aemond hummed. Aegon grunted. Alicent signaled for the guards to open the doors.
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When Aemond entered the king's chambers, he heard the most horrible tune in all of the Seven Kingdoms. A godawful sound was blaring from his father's bluetooth speaker, which was perched right in the center of the dining table as if it were the star centerpiece.
King Viserys was sitting at the head. Despite looking like a zombie fresh from the grave, the king had a sparkle in his eyes and was tapping along to the music. Aemond's grandsire, Otto Hightower, was already seated at the left of the king, and Aemond could tell Otto was trying very hard to keep his face neutral. Helaena was seated next to Otto with her usual faroff expression.
The singer's atrocious vocals permeated the room. The closer Aemond got to the bluetooth speaker, the more he felt like his ears were going to burst and leave him being deaf on top of being half blind.
Wait a minute, Aemond thought to himself. This voice sounds familiar. Is that-
"Daemon's new masterpiece," Viserys said with a chuckle, grinning as if he had just discovered the most amazing thing in the world. "I thought we all could take a moment to enjoy it this morning. His album just got released today, and he was kind enough to send us a copy for free."
Yo, Lord Fleabottom is my name
Amongst the smallfolk is where I got my own fame
And I love serving cunt day and night
In the corner of his eye, Aemond saw Ser Criston make a face as if he were about to throw up, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
Wordlessly, his mother took the seat to the king's right and Aegon collapsed on the chair next to her, leaving Aemond with the seat at the end. The end table was always reserved for Aemond so he could see everyone without giving himself a whiplash from turning his head too much.
As he sat down, Aemond tried his best to suppress the urge to ask the king to turn off the music. The song was so awful that it was hard to concentrate on anything else. This is going to be a long meal, Aemond thought as he started piling sausages on his plate.
"It's rap music," Helaena said dreamily, staring off into space.
Otto gave her a kind smile. "What did you say, my sweet?"
Helaena blinked, finally landing back on Earth. "It's rap music," she repeated.
Everyone stared at her with confused expressions, not quite sure what to make of her comment.
"It is a type a music from the modern times," Helaena explained. "Originating in the 20th century, it's characterized by fast-paced rhythmic beats and lyrics that are often spoken rather than sung. The music is usually accompanied by a beat made with electronic instruments."
"What are electronic instruments?" Aegon asked dumbly.
"Things we don't have in the medieval times."
"Oh," said Aegon, dejected. "Then how did Daemon get them?"
Helaena shrugged. "He's Daemon."
"Indeed, my brother is a genius," Viserys chirped. Alicent looked down at her plate like she was going to be sick.
I'm the prince, I'm the rogue, I'm the boss, no need to sing
I'm a dragon, fire and blood
You better bow down or I'll melt your asses
If you don't believe me, just ask Caraxes.
Despite the cacophonous "music" that invaded everyone's eardrums, the group slowly fell into a soft murmur of conversation. Viserys recounted tales of Daemon's adventures at the recording studio to Alicent as she forced awkward laughs, while Otto and Helaena were wrapped up in a discussion about ant colonies.
Aegon and Aemond were, too, in a lively conversation that consisted of both of them staring at the plates in front of them and keeping their mouths shut.
Aegon was the first to break their stoic silence.
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I am not high enough for this shit, Aegon thought. I am not high enough for this shit.
He snapped his fingers at one of the servants. "You. Get me a bottle of Arbor Gold."
"Absolutely not," snarled his younger brother. Aegon gave him a disapproving stare. The serving boy - a scrawny lad of around two and ten - appeared hesitant, turning his gaze back and forth between the two brothers.
Aemond gave the boy a piercing glare and he finally scurried off.
"What was that for?" Aegon said, shooting the younger prince a displeased look.
"It's seven in the morning. It's too early to drink," his brother hissed, keeping his voice low.
"It's never too early to drink, brother mine," said Aegon. "Besides-" his expression shifted into a sickenly sweet smile "-we should be celebrating Uncle Daemon's new album release."
"You will not make a fool of yourself in front of father," Aemond retorted, a cold and bitter undertone in his voice.
"Surely, I can't go higher than the new bar of tomfoolery that Daemon just raised," the elder prince said, still smiling.
"Aegon."
"Honestly, it's just some wine. Father doesn't mind anyway. I don't know why you're so desperate to be a good boy when he doesn't even pay attention to us-"
Aemond slammed his hand on the table, bringing the entire room to a standstill. Otto, Helaena, and Viserys gave him curious glances while Alicent widened her eyes in warning.
Aemond shifted awkwardly in his seat.
Daemon continued to rap through the bluetooth speaker.
Aegon sighed dramatically. I am not high enough for this shit. He swiftly stood up, the legs of his chair squeaking against the floor behind him.
"Excuse me, I'm feeling ill," said Aegon, pivoting on his feet to leave the chambers. He could feel their stares on his back as he walked out.
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Aemond remained at the king's solar for an additional half hour after his brother's departure. Viserys insisted that they listen to the entire length of Daemon's rap album, prolonging Aemond's stay to become much longer than he ever anticipated. He was in a sour mood when he finally escaped the chambers.
Aemond hurried back to his own quarters. The need to send his Klarnax payment was weighing heavily on his mind, and he wanted to send the raven as quickly as he could.
Aemond's train of thought was derailed upon entering his room, finding the glass bottle of his hair serum shattered on the floor. A sudden jolt of terror and panic rushed through his body.
"Fuck, not my serum."
He was moving towards the mess, assessing the damage, when he noticed that the stone underneath his vanity was crooked.
Aemond quickly ducked under the dresser to investigate. To his horror, he found that the hidden compartment beneath it was completely bare.
Someone had taken his money.
Chapter 2
Author's Note: This was a shitshow. Thank you for reading :) I credit @adria-draca for the first verse of Daemon's song. Check out this poem by them.
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Rules: Share your OC's full name and the meaning/origins behind it. Then (If you'd like) inculde any insights or symbolic meanings about their name you wish to share, or just your reasons for giving them the name that you did!
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Eva Leonor Smith Riley
Cw: use of a slur, mentions of suicide
For oc names i go with how the parents would name them given the society they live in and vibe. Eva was no different.
Eva gets two lastnames because of naming conventions in mexico, so its her father's surname followed by mother's maiden name.
So first name and middle name:
Eva: is the latin spelling of the hebrew words Chava/Hava meaning life or life giver.
While i could lie and say Eva’s name was chosen of the symbolism that she helps Tommy heal and grow into a better man, she is named Eva after Evita Peron, first lady of Argentina who after her dictator husband was overthrown.
She was rather influentian and there was a myth taht where her body was hidden(it was exhumed and stolen) flowers would appear there.
Eva's name also comes from a 1917 femme fatale played by Mimi Derba in La Tigeresa named Eva who pretended to be a poor woman to win the heart of a lower class man and then broke up with him, faked her death which drove him insane only for her (now married to a rich man) to visit the institution he was in for charity and he kills her in his mad rage.
While the femme fatale is more in line with s1 Grace , Eva reveals in Of Gods and Witches she seduced the president's son and when he discovered his father was gonna have her assassinated while under house arrest he commits suicide ala Antigone and Haemon. This all happened while she was secretly dating her best friend and cousin’s secret girlfriend, Antonia.
But in the fic, Eva is named Eva because her mother, Isabel, schemed to make herself go into labor in the Sistine Chapel(right ubder God's Creation of Eve)to get the current Pope (Benedict XV) attend the baptism and his successor the future Pope Pius XI to be her godfather because the archbishop of mexico refused to go to her family's estate to baptize Eva’s older brother Gabriel.
Leonor: is the portuguese and spanish variant of Eleanor meaning Torch, light and/or sun ray.
Leonor was the name of her great grandmother who descends from Emperor Moctezuma, the last Aztec ruler, through his son Juan Moctezuma who was made a spanish noble. Leonor Moctezuma, Eva’s great grandmother, was born to a member of the Moctezuma family and a Nahua secretary in Mexico City.
Last Names:
Smith: anglo-saxon 'to hit or strike' possibly related to a person who was a metal worker.
So Smith is a common English surname and the surname of a romani traveller king named Absalom Smith in the early 19th century. He died in 1826 with the title of king of the gypsies (please excuse the slur)and had been elected so in the early 19th century according to the Mamchester Times. He was a fiddler and his daughter Beatte Smith was so beautiful there is portrait of her in Belvoir Castle, Manchester.
The Smiths were apparently an important Romani family like the Boswells who the Shelbys claim descendance from and the Welsh Romani woman Tommy seeks to see if the sapphire was cursed is also a Boswell. Eva was originally going to be a Boswell but that would've made her a relative of Tommy and i decided against it.
Riley: anglicized irish last name meaning rye-clearing.
So Eva’s grandfather Patrick Riley was an Irish immigrant and oc nephew to John Patrick Riley, Captain of the Saint Patrick's Battalion who were composed Catholic Irish, Scotsmen. Freed slaves and men of color tired of the racism they dealt with in the US and defected to Mexico right before the Mexican American War in the 1850s.
John Riley immigrated to the US due to the Great Famine and despute being known for his great strength of character and morality died alone and penniless in Veracruz as the torture and defeat of his battalion at the hands of the americans left him with very severe trauma and teh letters D on both sides of his face branded onto his skin for desertion even though he deserted before the war.
It provides as to why Eva is of mixed race and how her grandmother who is old money ended up having red haired children and show how diverse Mexico actually is
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"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn’t perfect."- Aurane to Laenyra
❝Daorun iksis vok dōre mazilībagon isse dōron, dubazma, yn issa sylvie naejot umbagon lōtirī.❞ Laena spoke to her cousin calmly as the sunlight filtered in through her window, the golden rays illuminating her chestnut brown skin like the fire-gold glow of dawn, her dress of fine blue green silks popped against the deep bronze of her skin, and the sunlight catching her amethyst eyes, a sight many men were in awe of. A gloved hand toys with her necklace of sapphires, freshwater pearls, blue diamonds and a silver seahorse, the sigil of her house.
Laena spoke in Valyrian so as to conceal what they were saying. Ever since the fall of the Targaryen dynasty, the High Valyrian literacy rates had decreased considerably in Westeros, so it was highly unlikely most would understand what they were saying, an advantage she was more than happy to use to their advantage. News of Aurane's whereabouts with Sansa Stark had reached her men, and likely Daella's as well. She had invited her cousin over to break her fast the following morning, knowing they were each other's only solace as the only remaining kin they had in the capital.
Monford had died in the Battle of Blackwater, Monterys was only a six year old boy with Clementine who had just entered womanhood not too long ago as his regnant and she had reluctantly been supporting Stannis as a result of her lord father's death. Laenaera was stuck in the North in the aftermath of the Red Wedding, still supporting Robb Stark despite the Boltons and taking care of the aged Lord Ondrew. Sometimes she wondered if Aurane should have been with the rest of the Velaryons. Aurane would have loved the adventures in Essos. However, her mother, her twin brother Corlys, Daella and Jacaera had taken far too long in their quest across the Narrow Sea known to the rest of Westeros as a mere business trip to the Free Cities, and the longer they stayed away from Westeros, the more questions were whispered at court. As her mother and by by extension House Velaryon's eyes and ears in King's Landing, she could no longer afford any setbacks. As much as she tried to be delicate with her cousin, knowing all too well that the Battle of Blackwater effected him far more than he let on, he and Monford were as close as trueborn brothers, she had to be as stern as her mother was. So she spoke with Lady Shaera's voice. ❝Gaomagon ao daor shifang se hinikagon iksā jigagho īlva lentor isse se skorkydoso dokimare bisa iksis? Konīr issi laesi tolviot. Lentor Velaryon iksis isse hinikagon.❞
Her voice was as sharp as the edge of a blade, but it was necessary at this point. Tywin's eyes were on her back, as were Cersei's. One wrong move, one misspoken word, one word in the wrong ear could put her entire house in jeopardy. And if anyone heard the rumors that Aurane Waters the Bastard of Driftmark was associating himself too closely let alone romantically and sexually to the disgraced traitor's daughter who was already married to Tyrion Lannister, word of rebellion would spread quickly. They both knew Joffrey's wrath knew no bounds, and Tywin Lannister was an even greater man to fear. She shudders. The Red Wedding was proof enough of that. ❝Gaomagon jaelā naejot morghūljagon tolī Edhārd Stārke, Rōb Stārke se zȳhon jelmōñe vali? Se kēlio ēza se zoklīo. Gaomagon daor tepagon Sānsa Stārke tolī mundari dōre qūvir.❞
She pointed at the door, out beyond her chambers and to the Queen's ballroom. ❝The King spared you on a mere whim that night. The Queen is more than fond of you. Everyone says you are Rhaegar Targaryen returned. Tommen adores you as he does Loras. If someone hears of your carnal activities with Sansa, Cersei will cast you aside, House Velaryon would be accused of falling into bed with House Stark and we will all be in danger, if not at most rounded up and executed. Ao gīmigon skoros se dārys iksis. Ao skoros zȳhon vēdros iksis vēttan hen. Ao ūndan skoros ziry gōntan hen konīr. Ziry ivestretan zirȳla emilza zȳhon ñuhoso lēda zirȳla ziksoso isse naejon hen zȳhon qȳbor. Se tolvys sōptas. Tȳhrion Lānistor's vēdros iksis hae zōbrie hae se perzyssy bona Balerion zaltan Harrenhal.❞ There was emotion in her voice and in the way she spoke, feeling the disgust rising in her throat and her heart sinking in her chest, remembering that not one of Joffrey's men, not even the Queen, had stood in Sansa Stark's defense. And Alayaya... poor, sweet Alayaya... Seeing the Summer Islander girl's wounds made her want to weep herself, but as her men escorted her back to her mother, she knew she had to keep to her house words, to remain strong, true and brave despite herself so as not to alarm the younger girl. Lady Laenyra had a very firm word with Tyrion Lannister that day, the rules of polite society be damned.
Westeros doesn't care for girls like Sansa, Arya, Alayaya, Arianne, Prusella, Elia and I.
Aurane had always had eyes for Sansa even when she was betrothed to Joffrey. She remembered that night when Aurane had intended to run up to the Tower of the Hand to declare his intentions to duel Prince Joffrey for Sansa's hand in marriage to Eddard Stark, and to his credit, the Bastard of Driftmark would likely win against that little beast, but Lady Shaera Velaryon made quick work to shut down such follies. Laenyra dipped her head before reaching out to grasp at his hand, thumb rubbing against the back of it in her best attempts at comforting him. ❝Our gods of the Summer Isles see no difference between the birth, status nor love of a bastard and a trueborn lady... but these are not the Summer Isles, this is Westeros, Aurane. Se Stārke riña iksis gevie se sȳz, kessa, se nyke gīmigon ao jorrāelagon zirȳla, se nyke gīmigon Sānsa gaomas jorrāelagon ao, yn issa daor sylvie naejot jorarghugon zirȳla.❞
A sigh escapes her painted lips, shaking her head, voice hushed. ❝I have sent a raven to Maester Harrin at Driftmark gīmēdegon īlva lentor... and soon you will be alone. And I cannot guarantee your safety here. Alerie Hightower briefly broached the topic with me before, and now Olenna Tyrell has asked me to marry her grandson and heir. It is past time I was wed. After Joffrey weds Margaery, I will be marrying Willas Tyrell. I will become Lady of Highgarden, and who else is a better candidate than me? Summer Sea blood runs warm in me and I am one of the most beautiful women of our era. Willas is intelligent, studious, educated, goodhearted, gentle, kind and is one of the most eligible bachelors of our time with the finest hawks, hounds and horses.❞
It was clear in her eyes and in her voice that she was actually very excited to meet her prospect of a new husband. She'd purposely cast aside every marriage offer her way. It had paid off. Laena III Velaryon was very persuasive in more ways than one, in both her words and her body, and she would make him love and desire her. Arianne would be so jealous. Highgarden was going to be hers. Mother wouldn't have to worry about her safety anymore now that she was going to be in good hands among golden roses. It would mend the centuries old wound since the Dance of the Dragons when Hightower and Velaryon were once at war with each other, and perhaps with time she would reveal her family's true whereabouts to win them over for House Targaryen. Valaena Velaryon's grimoire and arcane library in Driftmark had worked well enough. The Bastard of Driftmark's journey, however, was soon going to be far more perilous.
❝I care for you, Aurane, and for Lady Sansa, but I must place House Velaryon first.❞
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Here are the first three major deities of the Ufrajozlens.
Prekuzlosiah is an empyreal god of the Ufrajozlens who always goes out of his way to treat life with unyielding benevolence. He has a distaste for hostility and violence amongst sentient beings, always encouraging those to practice tranquillity. He doesn’t view himself as highly important as he’s dedicated to uplifting the well-being, safety, and cultural maintenance of the Ufrajozlens, and the survival of other Æylphitus. Unlike many Hirczalotepus Tejasozuri, he prefers to exercise restorative justice, forgiveness, and mercy as he believes that it can contribute to establishing societal peace and equilibrium. Prekuzlosiah is capable of utilising personal experiences to make good judgements and sensible decisions. Besides his innate knowledge and common sense, he possesses a remarkable emotional intelligence and photographic memory. He can be easily influenced and provoked by emotions and most blatant manipulation due his strong-willed kindness and generosity. He has a palpable sense of dutiful morality, and he can be perfectly relied upon to keep his word and fulfill his responsibilities. Prekuzlosiah often finds solace in the beauty of nature, and he enjoys motivating people to take on all opportunities for potential growth and expansion.
He’s described to be naturally half as tall as Earth with fourteen arms, lanky build, snow-white skin, claws and talons of shimmering gold, and pamprodactyl feet. Prekuzlosiah’s face is covered by a blinding yellow light with eight large male common kingfisher wings encircling his head and an all-seeing fire opal eye. He has the wings as well as sapphire and emerald iridescent elytra of a daybreak beetle, and he possesses a bronze aureole. He wears gorgeous robes of purple jasper, prehnite, and aventurine, and metallic orange pauldrons that depict the heads of two different animals: the right is a fox and the left is a bull. Prekuzlosiah is often carrying a golden spectre that has a sculpted jaculus in a seated position and a floral folding fan.
The Ufrajozlens say that he can lift two universes at once and strike with the force of a gamma-ray burst. He has the full capacity to manipulate the weather phenomena, clouds, and wind movement and intensity. He can create new life through quintessence, change his size, telepathically communicate with other sentient beings through dreams, and use mirrors and ponds to teleport to different areas. Prekuzlosiah has omniscience and extrasensory perception, and he can perfectly mimic the natural sounds of birds and transform into a kingfisher, red fox, and white bull. He also has omnilingualism, supernatural dexterity, and ecological empathy, and his senses of hearing, seeing, and touch are heightened significantly compared to the Ufrajozlens and humans.
FAMILY:
Forty sons (?)
Forty daughters (?)
Ninety grandchildren (?)
Millions of descendents (?)
ALIASES/NICKNAMES:
Astonishing Sky-Giver
FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:
He might be autosexual
It’s believed by the Ufrajozlens that he’s capable of asexual reproduction.
He’s the main god of the Skjezulofima
As an Æylphitus, his name means “lord is an eye-opener”.
His sacred animals are the common kingfisher, jaculus, giraffe, bull, red fox, daybreak beetle, and bird of paradise.
His sacred stones are fire opal, purple jasper, prehnite, and aventurine.
The eye of providence, king’s spectre, folding fan, and quintessence are his sacred symbols.
Bruktnoszleva is the rainy and fogbound god of the Ufrajozlens and he has an insurmountable respect for all of nature, admiring its exotic beauty and protecting its equilibrium. He shows immense gratitude towards every aspect of creation, peace treaties, and his warrior strength. Due to Bruktnoszleva’s approachability and sense of honour, he’s capable of instilling motivation and belonging into those he interacts with. He tries to encourage people to take responsibility to care for and protect the land and waters. He can make independent and considerate, yet quick decisions during times of hardship and stress. He does have a tendency to easily judge people who don’t play their part in natural stewardship, but he tries his absolute best to remain open-minded and offer appropriate advice. Bruktnoszleva views unnecessary lying as a plague to honesty, so he often engages with other individuals in a genuine and authentic manner. He possesses an adventurous spirit, and he doesn’t fear taking on new risks and charging headfirst into unfamiliar danger. He has a light-hearted sense of humour, and he’s passionate about his godly work and the people he’s assigned to protect. His inconsistent melancholy contributes to his mysteriousness, and he can be quite overprotective.
He’s described to be as tall as a big leaf maple with a feminine appearance, six arms, smooth chestnut skin, silvery domestic water buffalo horns, and the lower half of a muscular chital. His eyes are the hue of orange pearls, his face is partially covered in reddish freckles, and his straight, braided hair is a vivid chocolate cherry. His horns are decorated with threads of shimmering saffron, dewy spider’s silk, and immortalised blanket flowers, western red lilies, yarrows, and Solanum aviculare. Bruktnoszleva wears a long fish-mongrel fur robe interwoven with mountain goat wool and yellow cedar bark, and its colours consist of red, blue, and green. He also wears a sea otter parka and four tube-shaped heishe necklaces that are made from strong sinew and orange, yellow, and reddish pink topaz. His middle and lower arms carry four unique items that shift positions depending on the artistic depictions and stories that he’s in. He wields a pipe tomahawk for both ceremonial purposes and battling, the pelt of a female rosy-throated warthog, an Arctomecon merriamii, and a bronze shield that depicts a horned leopard encircling an eye with semi-circular rays of light.
The Ufrajozlens say that he can effortlessly create and manipulate water, water-related phenomena, fog, and vapour. Bruktnoszleva has a heightened sense of sight, smell, and hearing, and he possesses phenomenal jumping abilities, allowing him to traverse through land easily and make quick retreats. He has nearly unmatched supernatural strength, speed, and agility, and he’s capable of animalistic shapeshifting. He prefers to shapeshift into a chital, elk, bison, coyote, fish-mongrel, female spider, sea otter, mountain goat, domestic water buffalo, and male rosy-throated warthog. His selective omniscience is connected to nature, traditional medicine, and warfare, and he can utilise divination through floriography, hydatomancy, and haruspicy. Bruktnoszleva is emotionally and spiritually connected to all animals, plant life, and Ufrajozlens, and he possesses enhanced durability.
FAMILY:
Norvaklegithus (brother?)
ALIASES/NICKNAMES:
Lord of Raining Tears and Gentle Fog
FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:
He might be cupiosexual
He’s the main god of the Nimeghorukas
As an Æylphitus, his name means “weeping for glory”.
His sacred animals are the chital, fish-mongrel, wolf spider, sea otter, mountain goat, domestic water buffalo, and rosy-throated warthog.
His sacred plants are the yarrow, blanket flower, giant hyssop, desert bearpoppy, yellow cedar, Solanum aviculare, and western red lily.
His sacred stones are pearl, larimar, amazonite, and topaz.
The shield, pipe tomahawk, yarn, silk, water, fog, and heishe beads are his sacred symbols.
Norvaklegithus is a draconic and thunderous god of the Ufrajozlens, possessing high intelligence and persuasive charisma. He holds a healthy amount of confidence within his personal capabilities, while constantly looking for opportunities to further his success and power. As a magnanimous being, he refuses to be petty, has a willingness to face danger, and will perform actions for noble purposes. He holds firm allegiance in his godly duties and the valuable protection of his brethren and the people he’s been assigned to look after. He’s marked by a passionate support for those he deeply admires, willing to offer assistance if needed. Norvaklegithus prefers to give more than what’s generally accepted as a result of his deep desire to be legitimately useful. He can make quick and effective decisions, and he has a sturdy grip on his ambitions, ensuring that they’re realistic. He’s capable of showing benevolence and forgiveness to those who are willing to change for the greater good. There are instances where Norvaklegithus is unsure about what the future holds for him and he isn’t afraid to quickly judge people if they give off a bad impression. He does struggle to control his aggressive emotions, and he has a habit of not properly offering true love despite earning plenty of affection and recognition.
He’s described as being almost as tall as a giant sequoia with a muscular build, four arms, and tanned porcelain skin. Norvaklegithus has a fur-covered back of blue-green with streaks of copper, which matches the hue of his medium wavy hair that’s often tied into a short ponytail. Similar to the Drakuzlogens, his hands have the sharp talons of an eagle, stag antlers, bull ears, and a long, serpentine tail with the glistening scales of a carp, but he also has the teeth of a canine and the wings of a fruit bat. He has three eyes with heterochromia: his left is like a flaming pearl; his right resembles a dreamy ocean; and the one on his forehead appears to be something similar to bismuth. He has reddish-brown freckles on his face, neck, chest, and hands, and a noticeable scar on his belly, which looks like an animal claw mark. When in Norvaklegithus’ true form, he appears to be something more akin to a qilin with a furry back, two rows of carnivorous teeth, four bat-like wings, and a serpentine body. It’s unknown what hues are associated with his outfit, but the Ufrajozlens have provided information about what he might wear. It’s believed that he wears a cuirass with a gorget, spiky shoulder guards, sleeves, thigh protection, greaves, shin guards, and a long skirt. He’s often carrying an ornate glaive that has a sculpted amphisbaena climbing up the handle.
The Ufrajozlens say that he can shapeshift between his true form and normal-looking manifestation, change his size, split oceans, and breathe a poisonous miasma. He’s capable of manipulating weather phenomena that contain thunder and/or lightning. He can fly when in his true form and utilise hematomancy, and he possesses supernatural strength, durability, endurance, and dexterity. He has a special connection to crystalline materials, using them to create armour and weaponry as well as heal himself. Norvaklegithus can induce fear in all sentient targets, and he possesses omnilingualism and hypnotic abilities. He has auspicious powers and thermal resistance, can hide in water and clouds, and perfectly camouflage with his surroundings.
FAMILY:
Bruktnoszleva (brother?)
ALIASES/NICKNAMES:
Master of a Roaring Thunderstorm
FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:
He might be libidoist asexual
It’s believed that he’s the creator of all dragons and serpents.
He’s the main god of the Drakuzlogens
As an Æylphitus, his name means “man of proclamation”.
His sacred animals are the amphisbaena, salamander, dragon, lóng, and qilin.
His sacred stones are bismuth, chrysocolla, and diamond.
The glaive, armour, dark clouds, and thunder are his sacred symbols.
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¤ The Invitation ¤
{ Aemond Targaryen }
《 Part 15 》
When Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen's big family arrive at King's Landing for princess Helaena and prince Aegon Targaryen's wedding, things go as they always do. Dragons, uncles, nephews and cousins discussing and fighting, tension on every look, and disconfort when being with each other. Just the usual stuff...until the princess Daera Targaryen got drunk at a ball where The One-Eyed Prince happened to sneaked in
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Warnings: lots of swearing, BDSM sex, possesiveness, explicit sex (p on v), orgasm denial, toxicity, family drama, plotting, fingering, oral sex (f!Targaryen receiving), kind of public sex, TARGARYEN INCEST [ cousinXcousin ]
N/A: This part of the story is almost coming to an end!!! Yess, there will be a second season /part / however u want to call it! ♡
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Aemond hummed, biting his cheeks.
His eye stared up, seeing Vhagar flying around the light clouds and the white moon, there in the dark sky. His blue sapphire, uncovered, reflected a few stars on itself, shining opaquely.
The One-Eyed Prince is at the Lovers Island already, by himself with his she-dragon, both of them expecting the other dragon and its rider that always join them since more than half a year ago, wether it'd be day or night. As well as his eyepatch, his boots, gloves and coat are also gone, placed on a side of the usual bonfire that he always lits when being here.
Aemond lowered his head, looking to his hands and opening them slowly. His knuckles were all red and hurted, not healed yet from all the punches he gave to his own bed the day past. As soon as he landed on the island he took his gloves off, for the single touch of the leather made the wound hurt.
He is one-eyed, temporarily half-lame, full of injurences on his hands, and supposedly betrothed-less. To be quite honest, the prince is not at his best right now.
Some strong flappings caught his attention back to the sky. In there, he saw The Golden Ray arriving, at last, emitting a roar towards Vhagar, who roared back at him from the clouds, serene. Kalistrox growled, landing carefully on the island while shaking his wings, making some sand to rise briefly. Aemond blinked multiple times, furrowing his brows and raising a hand to protect his face from the sand, seeing how the dragon ended his landing with a long, tired growl, placing his big chest on the floor.
With this, the one-eyed could see his lover on dragonback as he, slowly, hided his hurted hand behind his back. Daera sighed nailing her gaze on him instantly, begginning to walk on her dragon's wing as she caressed one of his long horns. She heard him purring lowly, and saw him blinking with slowness.
-Rest, my boy-. The princess whispered, giving a last caress to him. Kalistrox growled, placing his chin over one of his wings, accommodating on it.
Aemond breathed through his nose, silent. As she approaches to him, he noticed she was wearing her night garments along some black short boots. The fabric of her sleep gown was so thin that he could see her nipples, and the leather belt strapped to her thigh. He ceased his breathing for a second, shivering at the thought of Jacaerys having this exquisit sight of her if he were her husband.
Daera turned her head to the sky, nailing her purple tired eyes on the white moon. She gulped, scoffing briefly.
-If only the moon could help us...-the princess whished within an exhausted whisper. Slowly, she looked back at Aemond, halting her steps when being in front of him. He gave her the tiniest smile, nodding. He also looks highly tiresome.
How could they not be?
-Where do you come from?-. The prince asks, glancing at the sleepy golden dragon some steps behind them.
-Driftmark-, she sighed her mother's land name-. I don't have much time now, I warn you. Everyone is sleeping, but...we return to Dragonstone on the morrow, after breaking fast-. She informed, low, and he noded, wrinkling his lips a little-. Things are...incredibly tense, there-. Daera scoffs, crossing her arms.
-I can relate-, he murmurs.
-Father is watching my every step, Joffrey is confused, Baela is outraged, Rhaena is worried, Luke also is, and Jace...-. She tsks, caressing her own forehead. Aemond clenched his jaw at the instant of hearing the boys's names-. Well, I think that saying everyone is worried sums it up-, a murmur of hers said.
-Hmm-, he emitted, clenching his fingers behind his back even though it hurted him-. Sounds delightful-, his head tilts. Daera scoffs, looking up at his eye, and curving her lips into a burden smirk.
-Might I hope that the situation on your home is not as heavy?-. She curves her brows, sighing with a doubt tone. His dry laugh teared down her flake hopeness.
-Everyone is either murmuring stopless on the halls or acting as if nothing happened-. Aemond hissed annoyed, looking around while he talked-. My family, I am afraid, chose this last action as their option-, he mumbled, and the princess noded with heaviness, closing her eyes-. Helaena is the only one who cares about us-, he looks down, ashamed.
-Not rare of her-, Daera murmured shrugging, smiling briefly. Aemond hummed, discontent, not satisfied with only the support of his older sister-. Huh, and to think that she was once offered to marry Jace herself-, she mumbles burlesque, rolling her eyes with disbelief.
The prince hardened his factions, remembering years back, when he was around eleven years old, and he heard from his outraged mother that Rhaenyra proposed her a marriage pact between Jacaerys and Helaena. He remembers The King supporting the proposal. How dull. That was one of the first times he started to heartly dispite his father and his obvious preference on his other family.
-Does that surprise you, my love?-. He asks within a mumble, dryly. She blinks curious, staring silently at him-. Do you not know that the bastards have always tried to take what I love?-, his eye flickered with taunt, and a hurted proud.
-That word, Aemond-. Daera reproached, as always, furrowing her brows. He looked down at her with his lips pressed-. I am able to see they took the decision they thought was the right decision to take-. She starts saying with a tired tone, but one that accepted the facts. That made Aemond to blink bigly, opening his mouth-. My whole family seems to pressume that we-
-Please do not tell me that what I am believing right now is correct-. Aemond suddenly interrupted her, tensed to the core. She halted her talking, closing her lips with caution and confussion-...Are you defending them?-, he nearly gasped his question.
Daera furrows her frown, breathing deep, and then tsks, incredulous.
-For the fuck's sake, it never cease to amaze me how the men of my life get so offended when I try to understand someone who are not them!-. The princess scoffed, bemused, opening her eyes big. Aemond did the same, jumping.
-Daera, I warn you. Searching a justification for what they have done to us is a long dead-end, love!-. He recommended with a growing loud tone, grinding his teeth.
-Do you remember what I told you once, about the various perspectives of a story, dear?-. The princess made her voice higher as well, narrowing her eyes as she stepped closer to him-. It is happening again, we have two sides!-, she opened her arms to the sides of her body with a big sarcastic smile, as if she said some shocking news to him.
-I only have one eye and yet I clearly see what is that has happened-. Aemond stated with a burning feeling on his chest and behind his sapphire-. They plucked you from me, merciless-. He spat his last word with resentment and poison, making his lover to gulp strongly-. We both know that, between us two, you are the best in 'the perspectives' subject, but yet apparently you choose to not see the shame they have sentenced you to-, he talked fastly and angry, shaking his head.
She clenched her jaw, warning him with her gaze to not say it. However, doubtlessly, he very much did.
-To wife a Bastard King-, Aemond mentioned her sentence, sourly and burlesque. Daera flinched, grabbing her head within a second.
-Ugh, fucking gods, Aemond! Have we come here to find out what are we going to do, or to speak calumnies about my brothers?!-. She roared stressful, feeling her throat itching and her face burning.
-I ask you the very same!-. He roared as well, stepping closer as he tighted the hands behind his back-. Are we here to find out what is to do, or to deffend the little idiots your brothers are?!-, his head tilts to a side, hurting his neck. Daera gasped and covered her face, letting out an angry scream from deep her throat-. I do not ubderstand how you can look at their faces, knowing the atrocity they made-, the prince mumbles, honestly confused, with bitterness and dissappointnent.
-Two. perspectives, Aemond!-. She grunted distressed, uncovering her face again to look at him burlesque, breathing fast-. Two fucking perspectives, I repeat! Learn to fucking count!-, the princess grumbled.
Kalistrox, despite being so near to them, is not even flinching before their heated discussion, almost always about the same subject. The boy still sleeps as a newborn. Let us say that he has grown quite familiar with their quarrels. Vhagar is also relatively calm, flying in the sky.
-They have won, yet again, Daera!-. Aemond screamed with his throat and face redded, furrowing his brows with disbelief-. They have done, once again, what they pleased! YOU, as their deffender now!-. He acussed heatedly, wanting to point at her, but still minding to hide his hands. She sighed bemused, shaking her head from one side to another-. Just because a story has two sides doesn't mean they're both right! WE are the right side! And they have wronged us, humiliated us! Why is so hard for you to comprehend it?!-, his voice breaks for a second, trembling with despair.
-BUT I AM MAD WITH THEM TOO!-. Her body shook from side to side when she screamed loudly and desperated, placing her hands over her own chest and nailing her nails on it. Her sentiments, begging for him to listen-. Why do you have to assume that I am not angry with them?! Just because I do not curse and dispite them?!-, she asked burlesque, shaking her head.
-HA!-, he let out a big cackle in the middle of her speech, opening his eye big and leaning front with taunt.
-I do not pamper them as much as you think I do!-, she discussed angrily, leaning front too. Their foreheads almost clashed.
-Must I believe you?!-, he noded from up to down, smiling like a madmen. She grunted, detesting when he makes that face. Looks so fucking ridiculous-. Now you go ahead, look me in the eye, and tell me, lover, that Lucerys's little eyes did not make you to think he is not guilty of what is happening to us, right at the moment-. Aemond dared her with a taunt a challenging tone, narrowing his spicy gaze.
Daera opened her mouth as a beast, planning on fighting back. But all she did was gasp, wordless. The princess clenched her teeth and breathed agitated, blinking continously. Her silence was honest, and her answer obvious. That made him to scoff, bemused, taking steps away from her, who looked defeated and desperated.
-Aemond he is your nephew!-, she sobbed with despair, opening her teary eyes and trying to find some compassion in him.
-And when have I cared?!-, he instantly roared-. When has he?!-. His one-sided gaze starts to be filled with sour tears-. Huh?!-, he leans front, searching for a non-existant answer.
-Stop it-, she tsks sorrowful, annoyed.
-THE BASTARDS!-. He named them once again, yelling it to the clouds. Daera gasped and held her forehead with stress, opening her mouth in a tired grunt-. Everything, all that they do is so they ruin me! Always, fucking always, Daera!-. Aemond roared exasperated, wanting her to see it.
-Is that fucking so?! Do you really think everything spins around you?!-, Daera screamed, indignant-. Do I really ought to remember you how WE used to hate each other?! You and I!-, she shouts as she walks closer to him again, both of them so agitated-. Have you forgotten how constantly we used to fight, to detest the other?!-, she narrowed her eyes.
-Why does that comes to place?!-, he shrugged exhausted, not understanding.
-That is what they still have in their minds about us!-. Daera quickly screamed, right on his face, in front of his chin, tip-toeing so she could reached it. Aemond clenched his teeth, huffing between them-. They are my siblings, FUCK, of course they are going to worry for me!-, she discusses furiously, rising her arms while she grunted.
-And you want to show them otherwise, am I right?!-. Aemond smiles again, sarcastic, and even more furious than her. She breathed fast, keeping silent-. You want to take me on a dinner with them, perhaps, and take out a list and- and read- and recite it to them! All the good things I have done!-. He stuttered angrily, closing his fists at the sides of his body, feeling how hot his tears were burning-. Judges, executioners, they are-. The prince whispers sourly, and poisonly.
-Aemond-, she names the same way, trembling.
-All the good things I have done to you have been for you-, he grunted every word, filling them with resentment-. Not for them. Not for them all to fucking approve, nor to fucking convince them-. He spits bitterly.
Daera afflicts her throat, gazing from his sapphire to his eye. She shakes her head, bemused.
-Are you truly blaming me for wanting to be at peace with my family?-. She speaks lower than ever before, weakly. He gulps, raising his chin-. Do I have to- to fucking choose between them and you?-. Her question came within a broken sobb, offended and indignated.
-I wouldn't dare to hand you such decision-. Aemond denies in a whisper, scratching his hurted knuckles, hurting them even more-...I know who you would choose-, he then added, dissappointed.
The princess's face dyed with shock. Her throat gasped, sorrowful, as she turned around and walked some steps away, covering her face while shaking her head from side to side. Aemond gulped, cleaning one tear away and quickly hiding his hand again.
-You are an arsehole-. She insulted him from a moment to another, incredulous. He opened his eye big, going speechless. She turns to look at him again, eyes wide opened-. You can not even begin to imagine how many acussations I have had to bear since yesterday-. Daera speaks tiredly, harshly and infuriated. Her lover presses his lips, blinking silently-. Silence from my sisters, mistrust from my father and Nyra. All of them, looking at me as if I am gone to madness-. She says hurtful, curving her sweat frown-. And yet...HERE I AM, WITH YOU, AEMOND!-. Daera screamed loudly and furiously, almost bending on her knees when doing so.
The One-Eyed Prince furrowed his brow strongly when seeing her shouting with such great pain. He gulped, taking a slow step forward.
-I fucking came, I didn't doubt it for a second!-. The princess cries desperated, pointing at herself with proud-. I will not choose, rather I will stay with both of you, because I love you both!-, she dictated angrily.
-They betrothed you with Jace!-, his scream trembled-. How are you planning to do that?!-. Aemond sobbed with despair, opening his eye big.
-I do not know yet!-. She roared-. I had hoped to discuss it with you, but your so deep hate towards my family always brings up a wall that every time just grows denser and denser, and it is always I who must tear it down, piece by piece!-. Daera complained heartly, pointing at him, who flinched on his place, crying in despair-. It has become a duty for me to remind you that I love you! You always kind of forget it any time you remember that I love other people as well, at the same time! It is unspeakable, mindblowing for you, isn't it?!-. She acussed him with tiredness, crying too.
Aemond opens his mouth, having his lips soaking in the heavy saliva his crying have bringed.
-It is not as easy as you make it sound-. He simply denied. She narrowed her eyes, sighing-. I respect your love for your family, and I never question it until they, as always, question me in the first place-. A grunt comes out from deep his throat, starting to walk nearer to her-. Jace wants your hand now that he knows it belongs to me-. He mentioned the fact with poison, and she gulped the same way-. If he marries you...all is lost. He won, again-. Aemond growled as he talked, scratching his knuckles harder. Daera gulps again, just staring at him and listening to his calculated words-. I hate them so much-. He confessed, shameless-. It is injustice, it is gross-. He spat on the sand.
The princess slowly closes her lips as he reached her front. His shoeless feet touched her boots, stepping above of them with softness while whe spoke with harshness, right over her eyes.
-It is I who should be the one to take the final decision, it is I who should have the right to wed you, to have the right to fuck you-. Aemond speaks harshly and coldly, staring down at her, who clenched her teeth-. It is I who should be waiting for the throne-, he grunted.
Daera instantly snorted, looking at him with a sarcastic amusement.
-And now you see yourself on The Iron Throne?-. She asks within a whisper and a breathless smile.
-You can't deny I would be a better king-. He grunted with a cold gaze. She narrowed hers-. Not Aegon, Not Jace. I-, Aemond dictates. Daera scoffs, blinking multiple times-. And just for the King I would be is that you would be the perfect Queen to-. The one-eyed dreamed with a mad smirk, blinkless.
-Reality is not like that-, she whispered lowly within a long breath, staring deep at his eye while she noded. He looked harshly at her, clenching his jaw-. After Rhaenyra...Jacaerys is the rightful heir-. She stated, fearless, narrowing her eyes.
-Another injustice, another foulness!-. He instantly shouted. Daera chewed on her inferior lip, warning him-. We are alone in here, love, you may shout the reality if you want to!-, he laughs, funless.
-Do not!-, she commanded, angrily.
-You will wed a bastard!!-. Aemond yelled loudly with no fear or shame. Daera roared, placing her hands on his chest and pushing him at the instant with madness.
-You idiot!-, she grunts, about to push him again. But this time he suddenly grabbs both of her wrists, not harming her, but stopping her-. Ae-...!-, her breath leaves her when she sees all the blood running down his knuckles.
-You will wed a bastard! You will bed a bastard! Say it!-, he screams loudly, hurted, not paying attention to her horror-. I want it to come out of your mouth, that you are defending your husband to be, aren't you?!-. Aemond acusses as he cried endlessly. Daera gasps time after time, seeing his blood, and then at his eye, agitated-. A bastard who does not deserves to be King, who mostly does not deserves to have you! SAY IT, DAERA!-. He cries desperated.
-Close your mouth, fucker! See what you've fucking done to yourself!-. She weeps with the same despair, looking so hurted at his wounds-. SHUT UP!-, she strughles against him, wanting to shut his mouth herself.
-I know you are not blind, I know it!-. Angrily, he pulls her wrists and makes her body to clash with his, nearing agitated to her ear and whispering on it while hearing her grunting-. What would happen if your father's child Rhaenyra is carrying comes out from her with green hair and yellow eyes, huh?-. He breathes heavily on her ear, nearly licking her hair, feeling her flinching-. Are you going to crown them too, Daera?!-. He asks burlesque.
Daera roared, and from a moment to another pushed his body away with all of her force. Aemond's limped leg could not hold, and made him to fall on the sand instantly. He gasped, quickly planning to stand up, but within a second his raged lover kneeled like a beast, pressing on his legs and not letting him to stand again.
-Daera!-, he grunts.
-Now listen to me, you-. She grunts as well, placing her hands on the sand and beginning to crawl just above of his body, having him caged. He gulps strongly, staring up at the white-haired dragon that roared from about him, wildly-. I could have a thousand bastards siblings, and I will defend every each of them like a fucking beast-. Daera spoke confident and profoundly, looking down at him with mad eyes.
Aemond gasped in shock, blinkless. She said it.
-Those thousand bastards can hate you, and I will defend you as well, even if you don't understand it-. Daera growled sitting on his lap harshly, letting all of her weight to fall over him. He gasped again, now emitting a thin sound-. Matters don't to me if you don't fucking comprehend it, you will shush now!-. A hand of hers suddenly grabbed his neck harshly, gripping it. The prince groaned strongly, stamping his bloody hands on her thighs, rising her gown with quickness-. I will fuck you, even if all my siblings tell me not to do so!-, she screamed.
His chest comes up and down, feeling the little air that was reaching his lungs. He gasped, because his cock started to get hard just in seconds. Pathetic.
-You will not touch me, you will not now-. She starts to quickly mumble, resented, using her free hand to take his away from her. Aemond cried, desiring to keep touching her, but she dragged his hands away and stampated them above of his head in the sand. That made him to grunt with pain, wrinkling his expression with a lustfull moan. Daera breathes fast, beginning to take off the threads of his pants as quick as the wind-. I'll teach you now...-she mumbles.
-Let me fu-
-No!-. The princess screamed, tightening the grasping on his neck, making it so red. Aemond gasped and kicked the air, moaning loudly as he felt how his cock literally jumped out from his trousers-. Oh you...-she growls, imprisioning his hands again harshly-. You might curse and calumnie against the thousand bastards, but I will defend them, even if you don't understand-. Her fast breathing speaks madly. And without notice, she lets her womanhood to swallow whole his dick, beginning to jump on it from a moment to another.
On that second, he screamed her name so hard towards the sky, closing his eye strongly and stopping breathing for nearly ten full seconds. He gasps time after time, feeling her tight cunt jumping abuptly over his hungry and needy cock. Almost violently.
-FUCK!-, he cried voiceless.
Kalistrox still sleeps, also used to this.
-You be mean and cold with anyone else, but to me...-. Menacing, Daera leans front, humping on his dick, pinning his hands, squeezing his neck. All at the same time, both of them sweating pleassure-. You respect me-. She grunted like a beast, roaring her words from deep her throat.
-Yes, yes-. He instantly agreed, moaning. His eye's tears and hand's blood were wetting the sand around him-. I am sorry-, he sobs lustfull.
-Do not question me, do not doubt me, or I will make you to understand in the hardest way-. Daera speaks fastly and agitated, not breaking eye contact with him even for a second. Aemond, weak, groans and push his pelvis against her, wanting to at least do something. She bit her lips with violence, hammering her cunt against his pulsing cock-. Sometimes you are such a bitch-, she groaned.
-You fucking are too-. Aemond grunted within fast moans and groans, seeing her eyes literally shining as well as her mane due to the cristal tears gathered on his gaze.
-Cry me a river-, she taunts, gripping his neck harder. The one-eyed groaned with a lunatic smile, looking at her eyes stopless-. I love you-. She whispers, and he moans-. I love my family. And I won't fucking choose-. The princess denies in the middle of moans-. I'll have both of you-, she decides.
-Impossible-, he sobs, struggling his hands but not finding a way out of the weakness she makes him have.
-There is always a way-. Daera groaned with her throat afflicted, feeling how ridiculously hard his cock was twitching and pulsing inside of her womanhood-. And I will find it-, she promised, agitated.
Aemond bit his lips, just agreeing, unable to formulate another single word. He looks down, seeing his red dick crying precum around her walls, already reaching her clit. The prince moans so loud, making his afflicted neck to tremble against her fingers. Her grasping was so violent, as well as her jumps. He barely can move, and this is his punishment for acussing and questioning her. As his lover jumps over him, he began to understand he might have crossed the line before. And he loves it.
-Oh my brave girl-. Aemond sobbs endlessly, twitching every time harder. Daera moans with her eyes closed, humping over him with no stop-. You ride me so fucking good!-, he curses and cries, nearly voiceless
The princess groans, looking at his expressions, which hardened every second. He began to try to thrust faster into her, making pressure against her weight, and his cock trembled as crazy, twitching inside of her. He cried, he smiled. He's almost coming.
Daera wrinkled her lips, grunted, and stood up from the sand within a second. Any touch she had over him before went away in a snap, making the prince to open his eye again with pain, gasping airless.
-Wha- what?-, he mumbles scared, looking around. When he looks up, he finds her lover combing her hair with her fingers, breathing fast, and looking down at him with seriousness-. But- Daera!-, the prince whimpers in shock, feeling his desperated manhood.
-I hope you have learned your lesson-. She says, highly burlesque, beginning to walk backwards. Aemond blinks, shocked.
-Daera, no, come!-. He begs, unable of doing anything but.
Kalistrox slowly wakes up, opening his mouth along a lazy yawn. His rider smiles towards her lover, who was lying in the sand, all full of sweat, and precuming. Poor soul.
-The next time I see you, I hope those are healed-. Daera grunted pointing at him, talking about his wounds. Aemond breathes acelerated, placing his elbows on the sand and staring at her, mouth-open. She walks to her saddle, never breaking eye contact-. Meanwhile, sleep well, for I will find a way-. The princess promises, taking seat on dragonback with a taunt smirk.
-Daera-, he sighs with disbelief, shaking his head.
The Rogue Princess stares silently at him, noding, and then she leans down to a side, grabbing herself to the saddle, and giving her dragon a silent command. Within a second, Kalistrox purred and opened his wings as he gave a big jump, rising in the skies with a single powerful flapping.
The One-Eyed Prince narrowed his gaze and protected himself from the sand that raised again, mouth opened, staring up.
The Golden Ray took control of the sky, flying quickly away while kicking the clouds with his huge paws. He flew back the same way he came from, soon dissappearing from his sight, as well as his lover did too.
Aemond kept looking at the sky with a shocked expression, forgetting how to blink.
Daera just confessed the bastardy of her brothers, then proceed to: pin him on the sand, choke him, challenge him to acusse her again, deny his right of an orgasm, leave him crying with an erection, mount her dragon beast, and tell him she would take care of everything herself.
That only means one thing.
-Gods be good...-, he mumbles.
She has to be his wife.
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And so, the search for 'a way' began.
The morrow quickly arrived, and with it, the Targaryen family is getting ready to sail from Driftmark and return to their ancestral home, Dragonstone.
The Targaryen sisters are in their chambers, just having had a silent breakfast. And now they are packing their things, something they like to do themselves and not have the servants for it.
Rhaena is standing in front of her bed, making her baggage. In the other bed, the one shared by Baela and Daera, they both were also doing the same. Matters to say that Baela did not truly sleep with her older sister, refused to it, and rather slept on the other bed. At the Hour of the Bat, Daera had to quietly see how her sister left her side with a sour face. That hurted so deeply on her chest, and still does.
Daera looks sideways at Baela, gulping. This one pretended to not notice, but her hands shook, and that made the hairbrush between them to fall on the floor. Rhaena flinched when hearing so. Daera instantly kneels down, picking it up for her. Baela bit her cheeks and rolled her eyes.
-Here you have-, the older princess murmurs, handing her the brush.
The middle one just takes it without even a glance, not thanking her, and packing it harshly on her baggage. Rhaena furrowed her brows with worriness, looking at Daera, who sighed through her nose with a lacking patience.
-You cannot ignore me forever, sister-. Daera grunts burlesque, raising her brows while looking at the bed.
-I believe I can-, Baela answered coldly, shrugging.
The older sister suck her inferior lip, noding in silence, annoyed. Rhaena looked at both of them with a sorrow expression, sighing. Baela blinks, looking around the bed, searching for something, but not finding it. She closes her fists strongly, pressing her lips.
-...Where are my hair pins?-. She asked with a neutral expression, staring front. Daera sucked her cheeks as a smile grew on her lips, prideful. She clears her throat instantly.
-In the washroom-, Daera answers with modesty, and taunt.
-You always leave them in there! When will you listen?!-. Baela instantly discussed, walking angrily to the bathroom-. UGH! I can't with you!-, she fighted from there.
Daera allows herself to laugh, scrunching her nose funnily. She turned her head to look at Rhaena, finding that she also was giggling lowly. When they stared at each other, the younger one slowly closed her smile, sighing slowly. Her older sister looks softly at her, accepting her silence, and giving her a tiny smile.
Moments later, Daera walked out from the chambers, having her baggage already completed. Coincidentally, right when she walked out, her father walked in the very same hall. They instantly crossed gazes, as well as their paths.
The Rogue Princess fixes her posture lightly, walking alongside The Rogue Prince, who has his lips somewhat wrinkled. Both stared front as they walked.
-Where did you go last night?-. He suddenly asks, using his usual neutral and sharp voice. She didn't allow herself to panic or show her surprise, and kept a fully blank face.
-To fly-. She simply answers, crossing her hands above of her belly. The prince snorts, side-eyeing her-. One needs to spend some time alone to clear some thoughts-, she shrugged.
-I wonder if you were truly alone between the clouds-, Daemon acusses her with no shame, looking mistrusted at her. His daughter sighs heavily, clenching her teeth.
-Send a raven to King's Landing, if you please, ask The Queen if I was in there last night. She now seems to be a dear friend of yours-. Daera says with a taunt smile, raising her brows, and her father nearly puked.
-I'd rather sleep in the Drgonmont for a year-, he spits his words, annoyed.
-I only wish for your easiness regarding the subject, father-. She sighs, shrugging.
-Um-, he emitts lowly, looking away from her. She gulps briefly, staring at his sour expression, the one she hates so much-. Then I expect you payed mind to the subject of your marriage, above there in the clouds-. He supposes, tilting his head to a side.
Daera grinded her teeth.
-Jace is a child-, she pointed with seriousness. The prince instantly snorts.
-He is a year and a half younger than you, daughter, do not think yourself so grown-. Daemon hisses shaking his head and narrowing his eyes with taunt.
-But I am grown!-. Daera speaks strongly, halting her steps. Her father did too, turning to look at her with his jaw tightly clenched-. I stopped being a little girl when I saw my mother burn-. She murmured harshly and lowly. Daemon gulped afflicted when he heard the mention of such moment-...Bold of you to think I kept being a child after that-, she scoffs.
-Then why is it so hard for you to see what is good?-. The prince whispers with tiredness and annoyance, shaking his head.
Daera blinks slowly, opening her lips and keeping silent for a few seconds. She studies his worries, and decided to calmed it down.
-I am paying my mind to it-, she murmured, to then turn around, and keep walking her way in silence, not waiting for him any longer.
Daemon blinked two times, furrowing his brows and looking at his daughter with interest, and still mistrust.
The princess walked out of High Tide, wanting to breath some fresh air, which she was desperately needing. Soon enough, she found confort in one of the many patios of the castle, which offered a great complete view of the huge Narrow Sea.
Daera sighed, placing her hands on the railing of stone and looking at the blue ocean with her lips and eye somewhat wrinkled, thoughtful.
Early in the morning, she decided that the first step of finding a way to be with her lover would have to be trying to keep as much peace as possible with her family. As she digs, she does not want to keep discussing with them. So that is why she "confessed" to her father that she is thinking about the marriage with Jace. She got to be cautious, and keep an appereance in front of the ones that are so mad with her relationship with The One-Eyed Prince.
On one moment, some white wrinkled hands placed themselves along hers in the stone railing, wearing silver rings. Daera blinked, turning her head to see Rhaenys arriving at her side, also staring at the sea with seriousness. Both princesses sighed, staring front.
-You went out last night, late-. The elder commented, blankly. Her granddaughter noded, pressing her lips with easiness-. If dare i to ask, you'll answer me you went to fly-, she tilts her head to a side.
Her grandma, she dares to say, is the least angry one in all of this situation. Besides, she can always tell when she lies to her, so.
-And...do you want to know the truth of it?-. Daera shrugges, turning her head to look at her. Rhaenys looks back at her too, serious-. I was with Aemond-, she informed in a really low voice. At that, the lady sighed heavily through her nose, letting her shoulders fall. The princess stares worried at her, wrinkling her frown-. Does it still pains you deeply, grandma, what happened with Aemond and Vhagar?-, she asks with true concern, remembering all those years back.
-Oh, please-. Rhaenys huffed-. If it hadn't been for Rhaena, Laena herself would have freely passed on Vhagar to your lover if he had just asked-, she snorts with obviousness, making the younger one to blink surprised, and confused-. What stained his name so dirty was what happened afterwards-. She dictated.
-Um...-Daera nods, listening.
-His disrespect towards all our grieving. All the punches, the knockings towards you children-. Rhaenys recalled with a sour tone, staring at her with bitterness. She keeps a calm expression, biting her cheeks a little-. Baela fainted, Rhaena was scared, and you could not stop crying. Full of blood, you three-. The lady shivered when remembering, and she clenched her fingers together-. I do not understand how you can claim to love him...-her whisper came full of confussion, and concern.
Daera sighed slowly, through her mouth, looking back at the ocean with a thoughtful and serious gaze.
-It just happened-. She simply said, making Rhaenys to huff briefly-. Everything started on the week of Helaena's wedding with the cunt of Aegon, the very first day-. The princess recalls within a whisper, and her grandma stares interested at her, silent-. Me and my siblings sneaked out of The Keep and went to a dance. We invited Helaena join us, for we knew how miserable she felt after wedding the-
-The silly man, yes-. Rhaenys quickly interrupted, not wanting her to say "cunt" again. Daera smiled briefly, noding for a few seconds.
-The cunt, indeed-. She nods, and the princess tsks-. Turns out, Aemond followed us discreetly. He wanted to check on Helaena. We took her to Flea Bottom, for the gods sake, I don't blame him-. She snorts. Rhaenys breathes slowly, listening while staring at the sea-. Well, I got a little bit drunk, some man planned on have a good time with me, which I wasn't planning to allow, but before I could do anything, Aemond dragged me away from him-. Her brows raised, and her mouth giggled while remembering. Rhaenys looks at her with a soft doubt, smirking lightly-. Huh, I took him to an alley and- and, umm, after that, well, let us say that we...hugged?-. She narrowed her eyes, scratching her neck.
The One-Eyed prince moaned loudly, putting one hand on the wall of the alley and the other one on her waist, letting her arm go. He moved againts her with a growing desire, being capable of feeling her lack of underclothes. He bited his lips, burying his pants deeper on her dress's skirt. It was feeling so good, just rubbing and rubbing his erection against her fabric with force, and she was so, so warm. And dragons do love fire.
Daera blinked noding.
-You hugged-. Rhaenys repeated blankly, not believing a word.
-Pay no mind to it-, she instantly shakes her head-. The point is that something borned out of that, and we tried to stop it, I swear we did, grandma-. Daera inssist within a grunt, but then she sighs-. But it made no effect...-her head shakes, and her lips slowly began to smile so dearly-. We were falling in love-, she confesses, proudly.
Rhaenys inhaled deeply, and then let tons of air out, opening her lips with a tired expression.
-It does sounds promising-, a mumble of hers said with shame. Daera jumps instantly.
Could this be the way out? To go back in time and tell her family how she fell in love with him and how he fell in love with her? To simply speak truly about her deep feelings? Would that work?
-He is good to me, so much you can't even imagine!-, she promises with a begging smile.
-I am afraid that is the one main problem, Daera-. Rhaenys said harshly, shaking her head. Her granddaughter instantly grows confused, fading her smile away-. He is good with you-, she stresses.
-He would never harm me, is that something bad now?!-, Daera whispers confused.
-Do you really not fear to be with someone whose daily dream is to do harm to your family?-. Rhaenys questioned, bemused, really wanting to hear her answer.
-He wouldn't dare either-. She dictated with confidence-. He minds about my feelings, and I always draw his limits with my siblings-, she nods serious.
-Oh-, the lady smirked-. Your lover is a dog on a leash you have to keep away from the ones you love then-. She murmured amused, raising her brows.
-It is not that way!-, the girl instantly denied-. Listen, we...! We care little about the other's family-. Daera shrugged with honesty, making her grandma to narrow her eyes-. Aemond and I are our own new relation, our own new version. We forget any green or black color every time we are together-. The princess speaks with passion and a pained loved, curving her eyebrows-. If anything, we are The Blues-, she laughs lowly, looking at the sea with a thoughtful smile.
His sapphire. Her gowns. The color of the beach that surrounds their island, where they always share their love. Blue.
-Well I'll tell you something, child-. Rhaenys looked at the ocean too, serious-. You two sound better hidden than with everyone knowing about you-, she mumbled with heaviness and a brief pity.
Before her words, Daera blinks slowly, and sighs a muted chuckle. She agreed with her grandma, at last. They were better hidden.
-It was beautiful while it lasted-, she whispered, lovingly.
-Daera, please, it was beautiful because you had him apart-. Rhaenys scoffed, making her braids to bounce as she shook her head-. You can try all you want, but it won't work this way-. She harshly denies, wanting her to understand.
The girl turns her head slowly to her, blinking a few times with a serene curiosity.
-Why?-, she simply asks then.
-It is a lost of time-. Her grandma dictated-. I know my grandchildren hate Aemond, and you know Aemond hates them. They would never get along, not this late in their lifes already-. She denies with a strong tone, looking at her in the eyes. Daera listens carefully, lips opened-. Your lover can barely see the boys without wanting to fight them each time-, she pointed.
-But I told you I can get him away from them!-, the princess inssists with a snort.
-And I told you that is the only way he is at his best-. Rhaenys quickly pointed-. Away-. She declared, serious-. Apart-, she huffs looking front.
Daera blinks, closing her lips with slowness as she directed her thoughful gaze towards the sea again. She mutters that word with her lips, thinking of it. Apart. Bit by bit, she starts to nods, drawing her eyes all around while thinking. No one would be in danger that way.
-Daera-, Rhaenys names with heaviness. Her granddaughter flinches briefly, attending to her again-. I want to ask of you to think about the realm-. She whispered with her gaze down, making her to furrow her brows slightly-. You need to consider Jace's proposal-. She cleared, raising her brows.
The princess gulps, but decided to keep silent. At this moment, she decides to just listen.
-It was promised to Corlys and I, long ago, that our son would be Rhaenyra's consort, that a Velaryon would be King of The Seven Kingdoms-. The lady recalls with a low and thin tone, thoughful. Daera blinks ashamed, biting her cheeks-. You know how that turned out-, she mumbles breathy.
The girl just nods, closing her eyes for some seconds.
-After...after Laenor's passing, Corlys convinced himself that a Velaryon would still be King either way-. Princess Rhaenys whispers lowly, playing with her fingers-...Jacaerys-, she named slowly.
A great silence grew between them because of the honest thought they both had. Daera hated herself for a second, but then sighed, knowing that she has no way of reproaching her own mind for knowing a truth. That her loveliest brothers are not true Velaryons.
-The Seven Kingdoms will not accept Jacaerys when his time comes to sit The Iron Throne-. Rhaenys says, sincerely fearful. Daera gulps playing with her fingers and looking at the sea with a sour listening expression-. A war could break out, and it will, because he is not legitimate-. She denies, being worrily heard by her older grandchild-. Your uncle Vaemond himself is everytime closer to challenge Lucerys's heritance of Driftmark. Vaemond, one of his own. Imagine what will happen when Jacaerys takes his seat, and at his side stands a Blackwood Queen, a Stark Queen, a Tully Queen-. She snorts the three last surnames. Daera gulps strongly, blinkless-...More brown-haired children, every time easier for them to be burn when claiming a dragon as the dragon blood fades away-. Rhaenys sourly whispered-. War will follow. All of you, in danger-, she feared.
-Fuck, grandma-. Daera sighed trembling, exhausted. Rhaenys looked serious at her, tilting her head-. But- but why not Baela? She loves Jace, and she would be the same solution I'd be!-. She pointed with despair, opening her arms-...Why me?-, she sobbed.
-It could have been Baela, in a time, but that oportunity is now lost forever-. Rhaenys denied-. Your affair with Aemond is of knowledge, and if it escapes the courtrooms of our castles, the consequences would be as bad for you as for him, not to mention all of us. You two condemned yourselves-. The princess dictated, not giving place to pity, and speaking to the girl with the truth-. Because that is the orders of things-, she harshly pointed.
Daera gulped strongly, turning her head around, and finding comfort one more time in the sea. She sobbed lightly, shaking her head slowly, from side to side, smelling the salty air.
-This is your way out!-. Rhaenys insisted with a whisper, taking her hands and making her to look at her. Daera flinched, opening her eyes big when she used those very words-. And you will not suffer this, child, I can see it-. She muttered narrowing her gaze.
-What is that you see?-, Daera mumbled. Rhaenys curved her lips into a sad and proud smile, raising her brows while looking at her.
-I see, in your eyes, that you have what it takes to be the Queen the people truly deserve to have-. The Lady of Driftmark whispered confident. Her grandchild gasped, laughing breathless.
-I am afraid you lack vision-, she joked, and Rhaenys giggled briefly, shaking her head-. That is you, grandma-. Daera holds her elbows with dearness-. The Queen who should have been-, she whispered sorrowful.
-Oh, you sound like your grandsire-. Rhaenys huffed, and they both smiled sincerely, looking at each other-. He'd be so proud...to see you wedded with Jace-, she confessed in a low whisper, briefly combing one of her curly strands of white hair. Daera sighs, doubty, curving her brows-. He loves the boys, he always has, but you marrying Jace, gods, Corlys would be thrilled-. The princess laughed sadly, closing her eyes for a few seconds. The younger one looks dearly at her, thoughtful-...That would save his sacred bloodline-, she whispered, hopeful.
Daera breathes in, holding the air. She blinked two times, a smirk begginning to slowly grow on her face, and her eyes filling up with confidence, and realization. Then, she breathed out.
-I know what to do-. The Rogue Princess decided.
Her grandma instantly looks at her, opening her lips and narrowing her eyes with interest.
-What?-, Rhaenys whispered cautiously.
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Aemond grunted agitated, sticking the sword into the ground. He placed his forehead on its handle, growling lowly in the middle of his teeth. His breath is heavy, and his ears were pitching as he saw Jacaery's face on his mind.
-Well done, my prince-. Ser Criston's voice spoke near him. Aemond closed his lips, forcing himself to get out of his thoughts.
-Hmm-. He humms coldly, standing up from his knees, and facing the knight with a serious expression.
-We may rest-, he mumbled.
The one-eyed noded, turning around and silently walking to the table were all the training weapons were. Criston looked at his back for a few seconds and, after giving a quick glance to a side, he started to approach to the young prince.
Some days have passed since the Driftmark scandal between princess Daera and prince Aemond. We are back in The Red Keep, were things have been more stressful, even more than usual. Some say the rumours about such affair are ridicilous and impossible, for everyone knows how much the royal cousins detest each other. Other people, however, completely believe that is that very same hate that bringed the princes to desire each other. Fucking hells, some other even say that princess Daera is with fucking child already, and that she is definetely going to marry the prince.
More gossips carrying Aemond's name. Just what he didn't need.
The one-eyed sighed through his nose, resting his hands on the table and losing his gaze on it for a few seconds. The wounds on his knuckles are now somewhat pink, quickly healing. He have treated them himself, thanks to the wide knowledge he posses bh the books he has read, so no maester known about them, much less his mother.
-You are punching harder-. Cole's voice commented as he reached his side on the table, leaving his morningstar in there. Aemond hummed, lifting up his eye.
-I feel motivated, Cole-. He simply said, thinking of Jace and Luke's punchable faces.
-I can tell-. The knight noded, crossing his hands over his armour and leaning his waist on the table, looking at him. He stared at the prince with a slight confusion-. My prince, may I...? No, I apologize-. He denied as soon as he spoke, shaking his head.
-Speak-, Aemond commanded, looking at the various swords of the tables. Criston sighed, obeying the order of his prince.
-I was wondering whether if I may ask something that is beyond me-, he confessed, shrugging an only shoulder. The one-eyed breathed slowly, assuming what he's going to ask about.
-You may ask about princess Daera-. He permitted. Criston opened his eyes a little bigger, staring at him side ways with his lips making a serious pout.
-I intend no offense, my prince, but I just don't quite understand the whole situation-. He speaks as low as he could, so no one could hear them-. I have known you since you are a babe, hence I know you are a prince of honor, duty and neatness-. Criston whispers with passion, furrowing his brows. Aemond breathes slowly, thanking the praising in silence-. Meanwhile, your cousin is wild, reckless and...-he halts his words when the prince side-eyed him, almost menacing. Cole thought twice about his choosing of words-. She is from a different political inclination, my prince, that is what I mean-. He says monotonous.
-Hm-, Aemond looks around, keeping his opinion for himself. Used to this of him, the knight spoke again.
-She is The Rogue Prince's daughter, the very prince that became mad after I knocked him off of his horse in a fair tournament-, Cole huffed.
-You- you what?-. Aemond blinks bigly.
-A match like that for you, in my sincere opinion, would not be benefitial-. Criston whispered, shaking his head. The dutyful prince looks at him with his lips lightly wrinkled, silent for a few seconds.
-Bless me with some insight, Cole-. Aemond murmurs, honestly waiting for an answer. He might not be too open, but he has always had a tremendous respect towards the Sworn Protector of The Queen, who has teached him combat since he has use of memory-. What do you think I must do, then?-. He asks, looking around.
-Don't disappoint your mother, my prince-. Criston advised with a quiet voice. Aemond froze for a brief second, having shivered just by the idea of doing so.
-I'd never think of it-, he quickly whispered, feeling like a child again for a moment.
-The Queen is...worried-. Cole whispered, thinking of his lady Alicent and how she has been acting these last days. The one-eyed gulps, thinking of how little he has talked with his mother since they arrived from Driftmark, still angry with her. But now, suddenly, he felt a pulsing desire to go and see her-. She fears your cousin might drag you to a side where you no longer are willing to fight for your brother's birthright-, he confesses raising his brows.
-Do you think me capable of such?-. Aemond questioned, indignated, opening his scary eye hugely towards him. He noticed Cole was about to apologize and avoid the subject-. Honesty, Ser Criston-. He quickly demanded.
The knight closes his lips, looks away, and sigh. He tilts his head from side to side, blinking.
-As I said before, you've always been a prince of honor. That means you know what prince Jacaery's asendence to the throne would bring to the realm-. Criston mumbles between his teeth. He leans towards the prince, who leaned lightly as well, listening carefully-...a Bastard King-. His whisper was thiner than the wind, but Aemond heard it, and felt it on his heart.
-I completely agree-. He nods, serious, crossing his hands behind his back-. Nothing will ever make my duty blurry, ser Criston, I know what we might protect the kingdoms of-. Aemond swears with confidence. He will never allow that his love for Daera make his closer ones to look at him this way. Doubtfull.
Criston nods with seriousness, not changing a single aspect of his face.
-They may be thinking that marrying prince Jacaerys to his cousin will reinforce his claiming, but it will not-. Criston denies-. It will only reinforce the one and only truth, that his blood is not to trust-. He whispers, and Aemond nods humming, biting his lips-. Meanwhile, my prince, you'll be able to marry any great house-. Cole raised his brows, making the one-eyed to gulp lightly, thinking of his lover once again, and how he only whishes to marry her-. A house you'll bring to side with us, to fight for us. Lannister, Stark, Baratheon-, the knight names with ambition, furrowing his brows.
-Hmm-, Aemond nods, keeping his eye closed for a few moments, analyzing everything, every word.
Cole sighs, leaning back again and raising his shoulders as he breathed deeply.
-The Queen was the proudest mother when you gained Vhagar, my prince-. Criston murmurs, sincere. Aemond curves his frown slightly, thinking of Alicent-. Do not let her down now, going with the daughter of who wants to steal the right of your family-, he whispered strongly, looking away at last. The prince shook his head instantly.
-I am not fickle-. He dictated with seriousness and firmness. That made the knight to curve a light smile into his lips, nodding confident.
-I am glad to hear that, my prince-. Cole mumbled proudly, giving a sided nod.
Aemond nails his gaze on the floor. Thoughtful, serious, even a little scared. Criston just had to recite all the reasons by The Greens are what they are, as if he doesn't know them all. Is this what is really at cost, by loving Daera, a Black? This is what would be taken away? His name, respect and reputation?
-Excuse me, Ser-. The prince mumbled, not waiting for a permission, and quickly walking away from there, soon leaving the training patio.
Ser Cole inhaled slowly, and then sighed the same way, crossing his arms behind his back. Seconds then, he directed his gaze towards a near tower of the castle. And, from there, The Hand of The King was cockily staring down at him, also with his hands behind him.
Otto sided a conspiring smile, noding hurriless towards the knight. Criston smiled the same way, silent, and answering his nod as well.
The Hand sighed pridefuly, seeing his grandson walking away from the patio with distress and fear, just what he needed for him to feel so he'd began to clear his head back to normality. After all, what is Otto suppose to do, as a proud Hightower, but light the way?
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More days went by. Nine, eleven, maybe twelve.
Once again, we are back in Dragonstone. The morrow is a fresh one. The dragons fly, the wind blows, the crew works as always.
-OWWW FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUCKING FUUUCKS!!-
Daera screams as if she was lit in fire, running through the halls of the castle. And, on her arms, Rhaenyra limps in the middle of uncomfortable grunts, holding her belly at all moments.
The Heir of The Iron Throne is giving birth, after nearly seven years of not doing so.
-Fuck!-, Nyra grunts walking with pain. Daera squeals even louder, opening her mouth towards the ceiling.
-WAS IT MY FAULT?! Were the eggs I made you too salty?! I NEVER KNOW HOW MUCH SALT IS ENOUGH!-, Daera cries desperated, walking with her through the halls. Rhaenyra, in the middle of her pain, laughed loudly, unable to not doing so.
-I am plenty sure it was not the eggs!-, she denies, breathing fast and struggling with her walk.
-Do not be so sure!! O-once, in Pentos, I cooked breakfast for Rhaena! And-! OH FUCKING GODS, THAT IS A LOT OF BLOOD! WHAT THE FUCK?!-, Daera explodes again when she looks to the floor and notices all the blood that was running down from Rhaenyra's dress-. FUCKING MAESTER GERARDYS, LYSA, JOVETH, RELIA, EVERYONE, HELP!-, she screams the maester and midwives's names so even The Seven could hear her.
-And what happened with the breakfast, in Pentos?! Keep telling me!!-. Rhaenyra asks with her fast breath, palming her hands multiple times so the girl would stare up again.
-Uh- uh- uh- I- I PUT TOO MUCH SALT ON RHAENA'S EGGS!-, she keeps yelling again when remembering it-. THE MOTHERFUCKER PUKED FOR A WHOLE WEEK!-, Daera cries ashamed, and Nyra again bursted out laughing loudly, holding her own chest with pain and amusedment, breathless.
Suddenly, every of the maesters and the midwives of Dragonstone began to arrive to the princesses, walking fastly and vividly, bringing screams and happy yellings with them.
-OH YES, YES, HELP! COME ON!-, Daera cheered victoriously, not letting Rhaenyra go even when the midwives come to grab her as well.
-I'll get everything ready!-. Maester Gerardys screamed, to then shot out running to the princess's room.
-Dae-Daemon once told me that was because a fever going around Pentos!!-, Nyra recalls in the middle of grunts and laughs.
-I LIED, I LIED ALL THE WAY AND INVENTED A FAKE FEVER! PAYED THE SERVANTS TO FAKE IT TOO! IT WAS FUCKING THEATRICAL!-, Daera screams ashamed, feeling how much she is sweating, even more than the one giving birth-. MOTHER WAS SO MAD!-, she lamented.
-OH NO!-, Rhaenyra laughed even louder, being held by four women at the same time, not counting Daera, who was so tightly grabbed to her arm to help her walk.
-I KNOW! Rhaena hasn't eaten a single fucking egg since then! The girl can barely see chickens!-, Daera cries loudly, and now she even had the midwives bursting out laughing along them.
-Breathe, princess, breathe!-. One of them said in the middle of her laughs.
-Is that meant to me or her?!-, Rhaenyra, airless, tilted her head towards Daera with amusement. All of them laughed wildly while she sighed with despair, just staring at her big belly.
Soon, they all arrived to Rhaenyra and Daemon's chambers, where the doors have been left opened by Gerardys, who already has everything in place, and he jumped excited when seeing the princess finally arriving.
-WHAT WE DO NOW?!-, Daera asks looking everywhere as a crazy woman, seeing how all the midwives ran to do and look for different things-. IS- is this the part when we yell 'PUSH'?!-, she asks confused, looking at the breathless Nyra-. PU-PUSH!?-, she screams doubty.
-Not yet, princess!-, Maester Gerardys instantly denied while Rhaenyra laughed, once again, closing her eyes.
-Alright, alright!-. Daera nods agitated, holding her arms with a strength that would never go away for anything-. AND WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FATHER?!-, she suddenly asks, gasping.
-Claw Isle!-, Rhaenyra quickly answered as two midwives began to take her dress off with quickness, unmaking every thread-. He went with- with Baela and Jace, for resources of need!-, she hardly speaks, grunting.
-OW FUCK! NOW?! GODS BE FUCKING GOOD!-, Daera swore crazily. Rhaenyra shows all of her teeths, laughing and resting her head on her shoulders for a second.
-Mother?!-. The doors opens again. Lucerys and Rhaena entered with fasted breaths, opening their eyes bigly when finding the scene.
-Oh!-, the younger girl jumps surprised.
-Luke, don't!-, Rhaenyra, Rhaena, Daera and Gerardys screamed at the instant. Luke gasped so strongly when he saw all the blood on the floor and on the midwives's hands already.
-Oh- oh my- gods-, Lucerys trembles on his place, feeling his head going numb.
-RHAENA TAKE HIM OUT QUICKLY BEFORE HE FUCKING FAINTS!-. Daera roared agitated jumping on her place.
-Yes! Luke, COME!-. Rhaena holds his shoulders, quickly turning him around and pushing him out of the room.
-IS THAT BLOOD?!-, Lucerys squeals from outside.
-Rhaenyra!-. Rhaena grabbs the door handle, and she turns to look at her, breathing fast and smiling with pain-. You'll be fine!-, she promised with dearness, noding.
-Oh, loveliest....!-. Rhaenyra tsks, wanting to hold her in her hands. Rhaena sighed with a smile and then closed the door quickly, going out to the hall with Luke-. That poor girl-, she sighs silly, looking at Daera.
-No eggs ever again, I know!-. Daera nods nervously, smiling, seeing how her dress began to be fully taken away from her body.
Rhaenyra laughs, but then suddenly she lets out a loud scream full of surprise and pain, feeling her belly wanting to teat itself apart. Daera flinched and began to scream scared as well, holding her arms tighter and opening her mouth as big as the caves of the Dragonpit.
-OHHH FUUUUCK! FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK!-, Daera screams, don't even minding to be staring at her all naked now-. OHH HELLS THAT IS BIG, THAT IS SO BIG! HOW DO YOU SEE YOUR FEET?! CAN YOU SEE YOUR FEET?!-, she yelled when seeing her uncovered belly.
-I CANNOT ACTUALLY!-, Rhaenyra used her pain on her laughs, chuckling stopless as the women began to dress her with a thin night white gown. Daera laughs agitated, shaking her head scared.
-Princess Daera, we are now going into the "push" part!-. One of the youngest midwives, Joveth, informs her as she and the others helped Nyra to get to the bed, as well as Daera, who noded agitated-. We are asking you to leave, if you please!-. She asked nicely, raising her brows.
Daera leaves her mouth opened, stuttering a thousand words in less than a second. Rhaenyra breathed deeply, shaking her head.
-Princess Daera will remain by my side!-. The Heir dictated with a hard breathing, raising her frown and looking at her. Daera gasped, having her eyes full or fear, but also confidence, if that makes sense.
-Yes, yes, I will!-. The princess instantly noded, following her every step as she now began to lie on the bed-. I won't faint, I won't faint!-, she smiles nervous.
-You won't!-, Nyra insisted and laughed, raising her brows.
-Here, princess, help us with this!-. Another of the women, Relia, handed her a white clean towel. Daera flinched holding it instantly, knowing what to use it for.
-Alright now, you are sweating like a Stark at the capital!-. She screams, beginning to clean the sweat of her face quickly. The room is filled with laughs at the instant.
-Alright princess!-. Relia places in the middle of her open legs-. PUSH!-, she screamed.
Daera opened her mouth, shivering time after time. Rhaenyra clenched her teeth and began to push with all of her strength, grunting wildly.
-OH MY GODS, ALRIGHT IS HAPPENING!-. Daera yelled, kneeling on the floor and being side to side to Nyra's face, taking one of her hands and cleaning her sweat-. EVERYBODY STAY CALM! STAY CALM!-, she screams stopless, hurting her throat.
-WE ARE CALMED!-, Maester Gerardys held his head.
-EVERYBODY STAY FUCKING CAAAALM!-. The younger princess shouted beastlike, and Rhaenyra laughed the same way, not stoping her pushings while doing so-. Push, Nyra, push!-, her voice trembles.
-Stay calm!!-, Rhaena yelled to Luke.
They are now away from the castle and the screams that came from it. They are seated on ome of the hills of the island, with Arrax and Kalistrox by their sides.
-Everything is going to turn out fine! The blood is a good sign!-. Rhaena was saying as she quickly fans Luke with her hands. He was breathless, shaking his head on the grass, pale-. It means our sibling is everytime closer!-, she smiled, with tears on her eyes.
-Blood is never a good sign!-, Lucerys gasped airless, fanning himself two. Rhaena rolled her eyes while laughing.
Arrax purred confused. Meanwhile, Syrax was flying in the skies of above, letting out constant strong growls. Kalistrox nailed his wings on the hill, lifted his neck, and opened his mouth along a mighty and loud roar that echoed in all of the island. He roared and roared.
-PUUSH, RHAENYRA, DON'T EVER STOP PUSHING!-, Daera roares endlessly, tightly helded to all five fingers of Nyra's hand as she saw her grunting and screaming endlessly-. SONGS WILL BE WRITTEN ABOUT YOU! THE QUEEN WHO ALWAYS PUSHED, THAT'S YOU!-, she screams thrilled and anxious.
It has passed a whole long hour, and the princess is still giving birth. The whole chamber feels like a dragon nest, full of hot breathings, boiling blood and stopless screams and curses that raised in the air like fire.
-Push!-. Lysa yells, vividly.
Rhaenyra roared wrinkling her teeth and all of her face, nodding and pushing with no stop, breathless.
-AND THE SONG WILL GO SOMETHING LIKE "SHE PUSHED AND PUSHED AND A DRAGON FLEW FROM HER"!-, Daera sings horribly.
-That is- the most HIDEOUS lyrics I have heard IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!!-, Rhaenyra grunted shaking her head.
-I AM NO AUTHOR!-, Daera excuses herself.
-I CAN FUCKING SEE THAT!!-, she screams back.
-We can see the head!-, Gerardys suddenly clapped. Rhaenyra sighed along a roar, and Daera froze, shocked, shivering-. Push harder, princess, come on!-, he claps.
Daera's sister or brother is about to come out. Just moments away. This time for real.
Laena smiled on Daera's mind, looking at her, lovingly.
She sobbed, airless. This time will be different. No mother will die. No sibling will either. A babe and her mother will live today, and The Rogue Princess's will make sure of it.
-COME ON, PUSH, RHAENYRA, PUSH!-. She let the towel fall, and instead she grabbed her hand with both of hers, grippint it and squeezing it endlessly. Rhaenyra roared, pushing and pushing-. YOU ARE DOING SO GOOD, FOR THE FUCK'S SAKE! DO YOU KNOW THAT?!-, her eyes began to fill with tears within a second-. PUSH, KEEP GOING!-, she motivated, yelling louder than anyone-. SHE PUSHED AND PUSHED AND A DRAGON FLEW FROM HER!!-, she sings breathless.
-That's it, keep going, keep going!-. The midwives yelled as well, smiling so big.
Rhaenyra opened her mouth and let out one of the most pained screams of her life, making the island to nearly tremble under her. Daera screamed along her, both of them staring at each other's eyes with their factions all sweated and wrinkled, letting it all out.
-COME ON, COME ON, PUSH, ONE MORE TIME! ONE!-, Daera smiles fastly, noding from up to down. Nyra clenched her teeth and grasped her hand strongly, making all of her fingers hurt badly, but she did not mind-. FUCK, THAT'S IT, PUUUSH!!-. She screams loudly.
And then, a new life came into Dragonstone. A loud and sharp cry filled the room from a second to another. All the midwives and Maester Gerardys cheered with gasps and whimpers, holding the newborn babe.
Daera felt her chest coming up and down, she felt like time has frozen. She starts to slowly turns her head around. Rhaenyra sighed with an exhausted smile, crying heartly and closing her eyes strongly.
-IT'S A BOY!-, Joveth informed thrilled.
-A BOY?!-, Daera exploded, melting on the floor. Rhaenyra laughed breathless, planning on talking, but a sudden feeling stoped her-. RHAENYRA, YOU DID IT, YOU HAVE ONE MORE SON!-, she turns excited at her, nearly starting to cry-. AND I HAVE A-
-ANOTHER!!-, Nyra screamed beastlike from a moment to another, squeezing her hand again with violence. Daera felt her mouth falling and instantly the midwives began to ready themselves again with hurry.
-A-ANOTHER?! WHAT DOES ANOTHER MEANS?! ANOTHER SONG TO BE WRITTEN?! IS- IS ON ITS WAY!-. Daera shouts scared, ignoring the pain on her hand.
-ANOTHER BABE!-, Gerardys answered agitated.
The princess gasped in shock, holding Rhaenyra's hands again with no breath. The fear took hostage of her one more time, remembering about her dead mother, her dead sister, or brother. How would she know?
-PUSH, PRINCESS!-. Lysa screams at her.
Rhaenyra grunts and yells loudly and painly, giving all of her strength once again, feeling all the blood that was coming out of her. She cried harshly, remembering her own lady mother, the lovely Aemma, and how she died on a day like this, doing this, on a position like this. How could she not think of that, every time she gives birth?
-YOU WILL BE FINE, RHAENYRA, YOU CAN DO THIS!-. Daera cried strongly, her sight blurred by her tears but her mind as clear as the sky-. ONE MORE, JUST ONE MORE TIME! YOU CAN, YOU DO NEVER GIVE UP!-, she motivates with no breath, holding her red hand at all moments. Nyra cried to the ceiling, feeling all of her body burning.
Laena burned.
-I KNOW YOU CAN DO THIS!-, Daera caresses her hand endlessly. Rhaenyra opened her eyes and looked at her, grunting, pushing and crying-. BREATH!-, She screams.
Aemma stopped breathing.
-GODS!-, Rhaenyra yelled soaked in sweat, soaked in pain.
-YOU'LL BE FUCKING FINE, I KNOW IT, KEEP PUSHING! PUSH, NYRA, PUSH!-, Daera shouts loudly, echoing in the walls.
Laena and Aemma died.
-PUSH!-, Daera cries on Rhaenyra's hand, wetting it with her endless tears.
Rhaenyra won't lose a child, nor her life.
-DON'T GIVE UP ON ME, PLEASE!-, the young princess yelled.
And Daera won't lose another mother.
-I LOVE YOU, RHAENYRA!-. Daera cried clashing her forehead on her hand and kissit it endlessly with all the love of the world, begging her to not be taken out of it.
Rhaenyra gasped breathless, opening her eyes, and at that very moment another cry of a babe reached the chambers. A strong and healthy one, just as the other.
-ANOTHER BOY!-, Gerardys instantly cheered, holding the babe carefully.
-WHAT THE-?! OH!-. Daera cannot hold herself any longer, and she melted right on her place, resting her forehead on Rhaenyra's hand and crying on the mattress with all of her soul, letting out a thousand screams. Nyra cried, sobbed and whimpered with no stop, opening her eyes and looking around at the room she still is in, alive-. TWO BOYS, two fucking boys!-. Daera cried endlessly separating from the sheets with her irritated eyes closed.
-Two healthy boys, princess!-. Relia walks to her with the two creatures on her arms, rocking them with a proud grin.
Rhaenyra laughed and sobbed breathless, raising her hands desperately towards those two little miracles. Daera sniffed her nose looking up, smiling with no air.
The mother laughed when her two newborn sons reached her arms, already cleaned up, and feeling so warm. She jumps as she cries, hugging them to both sides of her body.
-Ow, fuck!-. Daera sobbs breathless, seeing how Nyra, crying, greeted one of the babes with a relieved smile, kissing his small head.
-Fuking hells, Nyra-. The younger princess whimpers, shaking her head and staring at those two innocent, tiny and beautiful faces-. Did they really come out from you?!-, she asks bemused, covering her mouth.
-They did!-. her broken voice chuckled and her happy eyes turned to her other son, tenderly holding his tiny hand.
-My brothers-, Daera sighs placing her chin on the wet bed, smiling endlessly. Rhaenyra sniffed her nose, looking at her with a growing grin.
-Come here you too-, she whispered weakly. Daera sobbed brokenly, pressing her lips and leaning towards her, getting herself in the bed. Rhaenyra cupped her cheek with her hand and pulled her closer-. I love you too-, she sobbs breathless, beginning to kiss all of her face. Daera giggled and cried at the same time, resting her forehead against hers-. I love you too, Daera-. The princess laughs caressing her cheek.
Rhaenyra and Daera both laughed against esch other's sweat foreheads, having the two babes squealing and crying at their sides, touching both of their faces with their small hands.
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Daera giggled looking down. Her cheeks are highly lifted up, and her eyes are shining beautifully. Her lips, all dehydrated, shushed tenderly within a smirk.
-I am your big sister, yes!-. She drags her words with tenderness, speaking with a sharp pitch.
She has one of the twins being tenderly rocked into her arms. He is looking up at her with his little eyes barely opened, quiet and interested in her. Daera scrunches her nose and laughs, walking around the room with slowness, never looking away from him.
-The princess pushed, and pushed, and a dragon flew from her-, the princess sings proudly, raising her brows-. Yes!-, she nods overly excited.
The mother of the twins is now resting on her bed, having the other babe placed over a soft sheet of cotton, just by her side, caressing his tiny head with tenderness. And, while doing so, she lifted her gace and looked at Daera, who funnily and sweetly she was rocking the newborn. Rhaenyra just smiled, tired, but vividly remembering how the girl stayed by her side during all the birth.
-You are a natural-, she commented softly.
Daera laughed briefly, raising her brows and looking back at her without stopping the rockings.
-I very much doubt that-, she sighed funnily.
-Don't you think I would know? I have done this five times by now-. Rhaenyra tilts her head with amusedment. Her step-daughter smiled, flattered, biting her cheeks and lips-. You might get a bit agitated, but humour is always needed in situations like these, I do think-. She sighs with a quiet smile, caressing her son's small nose.
-In that case, my talent haunts me-. Daera sided a smile, huffing. Rhaenyra laughed funnily, wrinkling her eyes-. You've been a mother for nearly eighteen years...one would think you'd do this sleeping by now-, she jokes, tilting her head to a side.
-Dare I wish?-, the princess scoffed, and they bouth laughed amused.
Rhaenyra sighs and closes a smile, glancing at the boy on her side. White haired. She blinks a few times, still smiling, thinking about Daemon, about her other children, about Daera.
-Perhaps one day, if you wish it, you could be rocking your very own babe-. Nyra mumbled with a soft amusement, raising her brows. Daera giggled surprised, trying to even imagine herself as a mother-. Mayhaps they will call me...grandmother-, she muttered along a light snort, looking down again.
Daera blinked, staring at the purple eyes of her brother. By those last words, she thought about Jace's proposal, one she has not stop thinking about of. She even doubts if still considering it "a proposal". It is about an arranged marriage. An invitation that she could only refuse by fighting with her family, and making them to not trust her. If she ever has children, and if she ever has them with Jace, of course...Rhaenyra would be their grandma.
The young princess shivers, and closes her eyes for a few moments. She quickly thinks about the words she's to speak now.
-I love Jace-. Daera talks, low and thoughful.
Rhaenyra furrowed her brows, raising her head again with surprise, not having expecting her to touch the subject. When she mentioned to imagine herself as grandma of Daera's children, she did it because, well...she sees herself as her mother. She was expecting a reaction, but what she got was an olive branch to touch the very delicate situation the family has been dealing with lately. So, she took the chance.
-And he loves you, Daera-. Rhaenyra nods, curving her brows-, hence why he is whising so heartly for you to accept his proposal, as we all are too-. She points with a soft but serious tone, marking her words.
Daera turns around, giving her her back while rocking the baby with softness. She thinks, blinking. I won't talk about Aemond now. She already has, many times, and the answer from everyone has been the same one. He is dangerous, he is not good for you. Bull-shit. Any ways, the princess decides to rise a question that, honestly, has been running in circles on her mind since she last talked with her grandma, princess Rhaenys, almost a fortnight ago, on their last day in Driftmark.
-I do not know if I can be Queen-, she suddenly confesses, turning around again. Rhaenyra blinks, somewhat surprised by the lack of mention of Aemond-. I...I am not sure that I am correctly suited for it-, the princess mumbles.
-Suited?-, The Heir repeats within a whisper, beginning to smile.
-Ready-, Daera clarifes, making the older one to huff a laugh briefly-. Do you think I jest?-, she complains, honestly ashamed, tsking.
-No, no, I do not-. Rhaenyra instantly denies, not fading her smile away-. Come-, she pats the bed with one of her legs, wanting her to approach. Daera sighs, walking towards there with heavy steps, almost dragging her feet. Cautiously, she places the twin on the bed alongside his brother, and then she sits herself, in front of her-. Do you not know how a great leader you are?-, she asks, narrowing her eyes.
-Well, I do not understimate myself, I know my strengths-. Daera mumbles prideful, shrugging. Nyra chuckles, tilting her head-. But they are not the same, are they?-. She asks within a sigh.
-What things, brave girl?-. The princess mumbles tenderly, looking softly at her eyes.
-Leadership, and royalty-. Daera stresses, raising her brows. The older one stares at her with a sweet understanding, noding a little-. I don't know how to be Queen-, she snorts.
-No woman does, until she is Queen-. Rhaenyra raises her brows, wisely. The young Targaryen hears her with a light insecureness, very rare of her.
Daera is being sincere at the moment, not pretending anything. Turns out that the way out for her and Aemond she is planning requires...true knowledge, about this subject.
-Let us say that...you are Queen, imagine-. Rhaenyra begins to tell, and Daera nods, attending-. You have an audience with two commonfolks of the realm, and they urge for you to put an end to a situation they have-. She says-. Imagine that there is one bread-, she states.
-Oh I am so bad in mathematics-, Daera sighs nervous.
-This is not calculus-. The Heir to the throne instantly denies-. This is queenship-, she stresses, raising her brows. The girl furrows hers, noding serious and asking her to continue-. The two men are starving. One of them has worked for twenty-three years in the sowings of the castle wheat. He has never delivered a harvest late, and his resources make The Red Keep suppers a delicacy every dear night-. Rhaenyra speaks with politeness and a tiny smirk. Daera smiles tinyly, thinking about the imaginary workman-. The other is a beggar from Flea Bottom. He has not committed any crime, but he has never contributed a grain of sand to the growth of the royal family and its allies-, Nyra sighs raising her brows, doubtful-...Who do you give the bread to?-. She then asks, staring deeply at her.
Daera blinks slowly, sucking on her cheeks slightly and looking back at her too, thinking. Six seconds then, the young princess blinks again, opening her mouth.
-Well I bake another fucking bread-. She answered within a snort. Rhaenyra's expression shined as she sighed and began to laugh, proudly-. And they would not be starving in the first place, who the fuck let that happen?-. Daera scoffs rolling her eyes blank.
-See?-, Nyra giggles-. You got it in you-, she raised her brows, proudly. The younger princess gasped, smiling for two quick seconds, surprised. Rhaenyra sighed through her nose, staring at her-. I know, Daera, that this wasn't on your plans-, she confesses, somewhat serious again.
Daera looks down, pressing her lips. When seeing the babes, she smiled for a moment, and then gulped slowly. She thinks about Aemond, she thinks about her family. Two so different forces.
-But you won't be Queen on the morrow, my girl-, Rhaenyra sighs with a sad and comprehensive smile, tilting her head to a side while shaking it briefly, looking at her-. My father looked after me, and helped to get me prepared for my duties-. She speaks positive and tenderly-. Your father, and I...-she places a hand over her shoulder, caressing it-, shall do the very same with you-. She blinks softly.
The young princess lifted her gaze again, feeling a good kind of feeling on her heart, which beated with easiness. The feeling is good, she repeats to herself, surprised. Could it be?, she asks to her mind, Everything is pointing to it, she answers.
Daera started to smile, slowly, towards Rhaenyra, who smiled dearly at her too, breathing calmly.
-Quick, quick!-
-You are stepping on me!-
-Just open the bloody doors!-
Yellings from outside the rooms made the two princesses to turn their heads with curiosity. The, the doors are fastly opened, and from there, the whole rest of the family entered the chambers, hurried.
Daemon's mouth fell to the floor, as well as all his weapons. He let his sword and dagger to fall on his feet, and he froze when he stared at the bed. Joffrey, Baela, Jace, Luke and Rhaena gasped as well when seeing the two little babes resting on the mattress. And, on their sides, Rhaenyra and Daera sweetly cuddled with the newborns, staring back at them with amusement.
-Seven heavens...-Luke whispered, begginning to bigly smile.
-Are those...?-, Baela squeals, feeling her legs trembling.
Daemon blinks slowly, feeling how fastly his heartbeat was going. One of the few times that The Rogue Prince has been left speechless, now, when seeing his new children.
-Well what are you waiting for?-, Rhaenyra asks, funnily. Light tears gathered on her eyes, staring at her husband, who looked back at her with a besmused expression, barely remembering how to walk-. They are waiting for you-, she mumbles, proudly.
-I want to hold them!-, Joffrey squeaked running instantly to the bed.
-Not before I!-, Rhaena also shouts out towards there, as all the others did too.
Rhaenyra laughs loudly, taking one of the babes on her arms again, while Daera did the same with the other, also chuckling as seeing how everybody got close within a second, yelling and talking altogether.
-There is no blood anymore!-, Luke sighs with a smile, kneeling over the mattress-. This is much better!-, he says, breathless.
-Ey ey ey, careful!-. Daera hisses towards her siblings, who all climbed into the bed, thrilled-. They just arrived, do not give the boys a heart attack already-, she taunts.
-Boys?-, Daemon repeated, standing at one side of the bed, eyes wide opened. Rhaenyra smiled at him, nodding lovingly, blushed.
Jace gasped, while Baela and Luke covered their mouths before the gender reveal. Rhaena sobbed closing her eyes, laughing. Meanwhile, Daera raised her hands with caution, handing to her father the babe she was holding.
-Boys-, Rhaenyra's proud and weak voice spoke as Daemon, in awe, hold the child very carefully, staring at him with his mouth opened-. We have two sons-, she sobbed, handing him the other.
-Holy fuck-, Daemon mumbled, taking the other one too on his arms. Now he was holding his newborn twins. His. Pure. Beautiful.
Giggles and sighs were heard all over the room, caming from the bed, where the Targaryen family was feeling gratefully overwhelmed by the sentiment of the newcoming children. All these months waiting, and they are here.
-Healthy?-, Daemon mumbled under his breath, staring lovingly at both pair of purple eyes. He couldn't help but remember the times when he used to hold his three girls when they were just babes.
-Flapping like dragons-, Daera answered proudly. Her father and Nyra laughed, while her siblings smiled silently, still taking the pure happy feeling in.
-Two brothers!-, Baela sniffed her nose, smiling endlessly.
-Well done, mother-. Luke whispered, leaning front and landing a sweet kiss on Nyra's hair, which was wet with sweat. She sighed tiredly, caressing her sweet boy's hair.
All these last days, the feelings that has surrounded the family are sour ones, regarding the "Daera and Aemond" situation. Tense silences, cold gaces, heated discussions between everybody, lots of crying. But now, with the arriving of the twins, all those feelings suddenly, very suddenly, now seem distant. Happiness is thriving in the family and, to be honest, they were already craving it and missing it dearly.
-Ao lanta jāhor mazverdagon rōvēgrie byka drivoās [ You two will make great little warriors ]-, Daemon grunted proudly, raising his brows towards his sons.
-Kessa [ Indeed ]-, Nyra noded with a laugh. Joffrey giggled, walking to Daemon and standing at his side with a very curious look.
-Was the birthing difficult?-, Jace asks with a worried and tender tone, taking one of his mother's hands-. I regret of being so far during it-, he mumbled.
-Worry not, my son-. Rhaenyra sighed softly, leaning her head on the pillows-. Daera always stayed by my side-. She whispered, proudly, turning to look at the girl, who smiled at her. The guys blinked, surprised, staring at her too. Daemon, doing so as well, pressed his lips within a brief smirk.
-You did?-, Baela whispered, and when Daera saw her sisters looking at her with such admiration and love, after spending so many days without doing so, she flickered, sobbing and curving her brows.
-Of course I did-, she mutters thinly, moving her knees a little on the bed, towards them. Rhaena and Baela gulped with sad smiles, staring at her endlessly-. I'll never make my family aside, come here-. Daera snorted and sobbed. Her sisters instantly leaned front and buried themselves on her older sister's arms, and she surrounded them with them lovingly, furrowing her brows.
Baela, Rhaena and Daera hugged deeply, making silence, though sobbing a little. The girls held each other as they never have before, forgivinlike. The three Targaryen sisters set aside every quarrel they have had the last days, and just hugged it out, not allowing one more second between them to be tense or tedious. They are sisters, for the fuck's sake, and no fight will ever destroy that, much less Aemond fucking Targaryen.
The whole family stared at them almost with heart-eyes, sensing that the feelings on the ambience defintely were being different than the ones of these past days. Daemon sighed lovingly, looking at his sons with surprise.
-Two Peacemakers now, we appear to have-. The Rogue Prince mumbled, and everyone in the chambers laughed funnily, agreeing.
-May I hold any of them?-, Joffrey asks curiously, raising his arms towards the babes and jumping on his place to reach them.
-Eh eh eh-, Daemon shook his head with a sharp tone, while Jace aparted his little brother with a light push.
-Away, Joff-. Jacaerys raised his brows, pushing him away from Daemon's tranquility. He smiles, rocking his sons while emitting low rhythmic hums.
-Are there any names yet?-, Rhaena asks excited, aparting her head from Daera's shoulders and looking at The Heir with a smile.
-Actually, we were waiting for you all, to start deciding-. Rhaenyra smirked, caressing her belly even though there was any creature in there no longer-. Though I confess to have one in mind already-, she shows off, surprising them all, including Daera-. I have his...-, a lovely mumbles comes out of her mouth as she raised her hands towards one of the babes.
Daemon leaned front towards her and, carefully, Lucerys was the one in holding the boy, doing it with a fast breath and a big smile, having his blue eyes widely opened. Everyone laughed as Luke handed the babe to Rhaenyra's arms. She took him with love, giggling.
-That's the first twin-, Daera noticed with her eyes narrowed, smiling.
-Uhum-, Nyra chuckles tenderly, caressing the little forehead with two fingers of hers-. This one is...-. Everybody looked at her with suspense, noding-...Aegon-, she sighed within a smile.
They all froze, opening their eyes big. Baela and Rhaena turned to look at Daera and she looked back at them, and then them three glanced at Jace and Luke, who stared at them too with notorious perturbation. Daemon just blinked, grossed out.
-Dare I disagree?-, he mutters sarcastic, raising his brows and rocking the other babe that was still on his arms.
-Because of Aegon The Conqueror!-. Rhaenyra quickly clarified, taking their minds off Aegon II. Before the clarificaction they all sighed, somewhat relieved.
-Oh that's better-, Baela mumbled.
-Well, I quite like it-. Daera shrugged, cockily, kneeling on the bed to look at Aegon's sweet face-. It's already damn time for someone to clear up the name-, she mumbled proudly, making them all laugh.
-Our other boy, will be named by his father-. Nyra talked with a soft pride, looking up at Daemon. He bit his cheeks from the inside, fixing his posture and staring at his wife with one special shine on his eye, never blinking. She smiled at him, all tired and sweaty. Beautiful.
-Please do not name him "Aemond" now-, Joffrey pleaded with passion, closing his eyes.
And Daera was the first one to laugh. She chuckled loudly and funnily, as well as the others, who couldn't not feeling susprise when seeing her laughing so easily after a joke about her 'beloved lover'. She didn't seem to care about it, and neither about them laughing. That was something really curious to see.
Daemon gulped briefly, looking down at his son again. Those little purple eyes stared at him with quietness and serenity. Peaceful. Just like someone he knows very well.
-Hum-, Daemon snorts a laugh, sweetly palming the babe's back with his fingers-. This one'll be Viserys-, he announces proudly, smiling at him.
-Yes!-, Luke instantly cheered.
Rhaenyra sighed and smiled lovingly, closing her eyes. All the siblings celebrated the named babes with smiles and low clappings, don't wanting to startle them, but oh gods, how good they were feeling, how light.
-We must toast on tonight's supper!-, Jace decides with a big smile-. To Aegon and Viserys-, he raises his arms, and they all smiled cheeerfuly-. And by the way, I'll teach them to use the blade-, he suddenly said.
-The fuck?! Of course not, I will!-. Daera instantly discussed.
-I'll teach them how to sew!-, Baela claps dreamy.
-Why would the sew?-, Jace snorts.
-Children-, Rhaenyra rolled her eyes while Daemon did not care about them and just smiled looking at Viserys and Aegon.
-I'll teach them how to swim!-, Rhaena raises a finger.
-To ride their dragons!-, Luke signed up to the list too.
-Alright but first the sewing-, Baela inssisted.
-Why the sewing?!-, Jacaerys and Daera asked in unison.
-It will help them relax, it never hurts!-, she instanly screamed back.
-Shut up!-, Joffrey snorted in the middle of all of them.
-It was like that with you too, little man-. Rhaenyra sighed caressing Joff's hair. He opened his eyes big, imagining it-. Enough!-, she raised her voice and little, and everybody instantly silenced their mouths-. Gods-, she smiles rolling her eyes.
The siblings glanced funnily between them, keeping silence. In the middle of it, Daera looked down for a few seconds, getting lost on her thoughts. She hears the own beatings of her heart, which were starting to pound really fast. It is time, she said to herself. She inhaled through her nose, knowing this is the best moment to do it.
The way out.
-I would like to make an announcement-. The princess suddenly spoke, kind of serious, which made everybody to look at her in the same way, also a little cautious. They kept silence, not wanting the happy moment to be over-. I...I want you all to hear it-, she nods-, the dearest faces of my life...-a heavy sighs escapes her mouth.
Daemon rocks Viserys with softness, staring at his older daughter with his lips pressed and his ckeeks sucked to the inside. Jace inhales through his nose and looked at her too, deeply, with his pupils dilatated. Baela glanced at him sideways, and gulped, looking back at her sister instantly.
-I do not love one thing more than I love my family-, Daera confesses within a quiet tone, slowly standing up from the bed, being under all their gaces-. There is no one more important to me in the Seven Kingdoms than you all, though it may haven't been so clear these past few days-. She whispers, sighing, and walking towards her father with hurriless steps. Rhaenyra stares at her with her lips lightly opened, listening-. And for that...I give you all my sincerest apology-, she sighed.
Rhaena tilts her head to a side. Luke blinked with worriness and tenderness, creating a little smile. Jace, slowly, licked his lips, hearing every of her words carefully while looking at her thoughtful eyes.
-I posses a style of life that very few can, and perhaps I have been a little too hard on those who have given it to me-. Daera confessed, somewhat ashamed, taking Viserys's small hand and caressing it sweetly.
-A little-, Daemon mumbled under his breath, looking at her. Daera sighed and laughed, which made everyone else to smile, almost automatically, feeling how honest she's being.
-I am willing to take the hard decision this time, maybe for the first time on my life, if I might be blunt-. The Rogue Princess sighed raising her brows and looking at her father, whose eyes were shining curiously, attending to her every word. She takes air slowly-. I am ready to fulfill my duty as princess-. She noded. Rhaenyra tilts her head, blinking bigly-...and as future queen-. Daera completed her sentence, letting Viserys's hand go.
All the siblings gasped. Daemon blinked widely, turning to look at Nyra, who did the very same. Jacaerys gasped and within a second stood up from the bed, walking to her side and standing in front of her, having his heart quickly beating. Daera smiled, almost sadly, staring back at him for a few silent seconds.
-I accept your marriage proposal, Jace-. She finally said, within a laugh, raising her brows funnily. He afflicted his throat, speechless. And meanwhile, Rhaenyra opened her eyes and smiled so happy, almost jumping on the bed. Daemon closed his eyes, shaking his head. Lucerys clapped, thankful, kneeling on the bed. Rhaena smiled breathless, and then looked sideways at Baela. Baela took a lot of air, and forced a proud smile on her lips, gulping and clapping along Luke, noding.
-Daera-, Jace sighed shaking his head-. You-
-Wait!-, Daemon suddenly interrupted, making everyone to look at him. He looked at Daera, who blinked tilting her head to a side-. Nice speech, lady, but what will you do about the cunt?-, he asks directly, raising his brows.
-Aegon?-, Daera automatically named him when hearing the word "cunt".
-Hey!-, Rhaenyra repproached while rocking Aegon.
-Not that Aegon, neither The Conqueror Aegon, the other Aegon, the cunt Aegon!-. Daera quickly clarifies.
-The cunt Aemond!-. Daemon harshly stresses, shutting everyone up. His older daughter looked back at him, closing her mouth-. What are you gonna do about him?-, he asks, serious.
Daera does not blinks once, having her chin prideful up. She has to speak, she has to answer, the safe way.
-I will have him no longer as my lover, I have decided, and I shall make him know it-. The princess responded, as serious as her dad. They all looked at her with interest, opening their eyes big-. If I must choose between him, and my own...I choose you-. Daera dictated. Daera lied-. I know I can do so-, she nods confident.
Everybody saw the struggle in her eyes. They were sad, but also decided. All these days it has been clear that Daera do really has feelings for the one-eyed prince, but right at this moment, she is at last letting them know those feelings are not enough to blind her and her devotion to her family, devotion to her side. By all means, it looks like Daera is actually taking a hard decision, and proudly.
Daemon sighed slowly, looking down and giving a light nod, also smiling tinyly. He trusted her.
Daera raised her head and looked around to all of them. They all were proud, relieved, worriless now. And that only made her to giggle and smile, happily. This is what she wants, what she wants to always have.
The princess blinks when feeling some warm hands taking hers. She faces Jace, who held her hands with dearness, looking at her the same way. There is not a romantic shine on his eyes, but his love is true and deep, staring at the princess with a relieved and thankful smile. She tsked and leaned front, which he did too, almost touching his forehead with hers. They smiled at each other, silently and tenderly.
-Yeah it will be weird-, she suddenly snorted, shrugging.
That brought laughs to all the room, where all of them giggled and chuckled funnily, so lightfeeling. Luke even began to clap again, laughing, and Joffrey did the same thing, jumping at Nyra's side. She was chuckling as well, looking at them with a bright smile.
Daera and Jace bursted out laughing as well, stepping front and hugging each other tightly.
-You'll make the finest queen-, he whispered lovingly, closing his eyes. She smiled with tenderness, caressing his back-. You'll be great-, he added.
-We both will be-, Daera mumbled sweetly.
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Aemond's mane is slowly bouncing on his back with every step he takes. Hurriless, firm, tense, his steps were.
The One-Eyed Prince walks through a large hall of The Red Keep, ignoring the guards, ignoring the maidens, the servants. He is more on his mind than in the castle, thinking and thinking as he walked. It almost looked like that his thoughts were on blank, which they definetely were not.
He has found a way too. He has taken a decision, and is about to make it known to the persons that so desperately want to hear it. Aemond realized something, after so many days giving it thought. There is only one way.
When seeing the prine coming, two guards instantly opened the doors that directed to the hall of The Great Council. Aemond kept his firm walk, not looking at them or thanking them.
Serious, he entered the room, hiding the nervous deep inside of him.
The Queen and The Hand of The King were alone in the chambers, seating in The Great Table. A meeting has just been ended. Father and daughter were planning to stand up and leave as well, but all of that stopped when they saw who walked into the room, all serious and confident.
-Son-, Alicent greets with a curios tone, placing her hands on the table.
-Mother, grandfather-. He greeted towards them. Otto just blinked, looking at him with interest.
Aemond stopped walking before reaching the table. His posture is impecable, as always, with his arms crossed behind his back and his chin up witg firmness. There is confidence on his eye and cockiness on his lips, which were calmly closed.
Alicent and Otto wondered what this is about, for he does not custom to attend to the council.
-What is it, grandson?-. The Hand asked, narrowing his eyes. Alicent stared at her son with her lips open and brows lightly curved, curious.
Aemond looked at his mother, doing it for a few quiet seconds where the only thing heard were the birds from outside the castle. If anyone loves him the most, is his mother. She was the only one who stood up for him when he lost an eye, the only one who fought, the only one who begged for justice, the only one who always promised he would have a dragon one day. And if there is anyone he would never want to let down, is her. And he won't.
-My mind has been cleared at last, and it is not blinded by lust any longer-. Aemond said his words, singsong, creating an arrogant little smile. Alicent and Otto furrowed their brows, completely attentive-. Hmm, I will not take my cousin as wife, and will not fratenize with her any longer-. The prince informed proudly, taking a firm step foward.
Instantly, he saw how their faces changed to surprised ones, raising their brows and opening their mouths. Alicent even started to smile, so briefly. Aemond inhaled through his nose, nodding.
-Wise, my prince...-Otto murmured, cautiously.
-My hand shall remain clear-. The One-Eyed Prince promised, looking at The Queen, who looked straight to his eye with relieve and surprise, still taking it in. But it was not to hard for them. In these kind of situations, the dutyful ones, Aemond has always been to trust. Always-. And I shall not make you doubt of me, mother-. He dictated, firm.
Alicent sighed and smiled tinyly, scratching her fingers, and noding towards him with relieve and trust. Otto breathed in and smirked as well, turning to look at his daughter to tell her something about the benefits of the prince's decision.
The prince did not actually listen, and he just stared at them while they talked. He opened his eye big, creating a slow smile on his sharps lips.
They heard what they wanted to hear. Is there any better plan?
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Alicent stands on the high balcony of her chambers. Her posture was rigid and her face a sour one, staring to the sky with a tedious expression.
-How dare she?-, The Queen mumbles with indignation.
Kalistrox is arriving to the capital, from a far. Flying above of Blackwater Bay, the dragon roared loudly and mightly, telling everybody about his arrival. On his back, of course, is princess Daera, with her hair flying in the air.
This is the first time she comes to King's Landing after the escandal of Driftmark. It has been nearly a month. And now, suddenly, here she is, back.
-If Aemond sees her...-, Alicent growls, jelaous of her son.
-He wouldn't do a thing-. Otto's rasp voice spoke from behind her. She gulped, having her father standing with her on the balcony, also staring at The Golden Ray-. Receive her, daughter, without fuss-. He ordered.
-Huh-, she scoffed briefly, faking a smile-. Bold lf me it would be to trust such savage-, her mumble speaks with resentment.
-But you trust your son-, he recalled-. She comes to visit her nephews and nothing else but-. The Hand speaks serene and low, looking at the golden dragon dissappearing from their view when he finally landed-. That rogue Aemond already has understood the consequences of any relation with his cousin, and he is no fool to forget that he did-. Otto says, confident and serious. Alicent hears him with a tired expression, noding-. Cause no furore-, he ordered-...Is all over now-
The Queen sighs through her nose, believing him.
Meanwhile, Helaena is in her chambers. The princess is calmly seated on a divan, staring with a quiet to Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. The littles boy and girl were being attended by the princess's maiden, who was putting them to bed carefully.
-Here we are-, the girl mumbles proudly, getting Jaehaerys on his craddle made of gold. Helaena giggles when she heard him babbling funnily-. And here we are-, she laughs a little as well, placing Jaehaera on her craddle too.
-You are very kind, Diana-. Helaena smiles nervously at her, playing with her fingers.
The blonde her girl smiles at her, blushing.
-It is my pleasure, princess-. Her sweet voice said within a brief chuckle.
Outside of the princess's chambers were two knights guarding the doors quietly. These two happened to be the Cargyll twins, both of them on their armours, fulfilling their duties.
And, at the same time, they turned their heads when hearing some light and fast steps approaching. With this, they see princess Daera entering the hall with a big smile, almost dancing while she walked. Her long blue gown bounces as well as her hair with every step, and her face wears a joyful shine.
Ser Arryk furrowed his brows briefly, keeping a blank expression. Erryk, on the other hand, tilted his head a little, curving his lips into a very tiny smile, seeing curiously to the happy princess approaching to them with her characteristic confident smile.
-Good day, warriors of the realm!-. She greets happily, standing in front of them.
-Princess-, Arryk and Erryk both noded politely.
-Well, almost night, innit?-. Daera mumbles, shrugging-. Matters don't, I already said good day-. She scoffs, which made Ser Erryk to smile briefly, noding-. Ser Erryk, curious to see you in here. Shouldn't you be with the biggest fool of my family?-, she asks curiously.
-Prince Aegon is attending to some privates matters of his own, princess-. Erryk answered, and she laughed funnily when he instantly catchep up who the fool was. Arryk sighed through his nose, staring front.
-Wonderful-, Daera raises her brows-. Uh, well, I've come to see my nephews, if I may-. She grabs her hands with a polite gesture, smiling at both of them.
The twins noded, grabbing the handles of the doors and opening it for her. At the instant, from inside, Helaena gasped and smiled huge when seeing Daera. She smiled as well, excited, starting to enter the room.
-Ouh-, Daera stops herself, turning to look at Ser Erryk, who still holds the door for her. He stared back, waiting for an order-. By the way, I apologize for my manners with you bavk in Driftmark, Ser Erryk-. She remembers with a brief giggle, scrunching her nose. He just blinks and nods lightly-. I was a bit...agitated-, she excuses.
-No worries, my princess-. The knight answers politely. She smiles at him, noding, and then continued her path into the chambers. Erryk and Arryk closed the doors back again.
-Cousin!-, Daera sighs opening her arms, walking to Helaena, who laughed vividly and stood up from her divan, heading to her as well.
The princesses hugged lovingly for a few seconds, and then smiled at each other while holding their elbows.
-Princess-, the maiden made a reverence towards Daera, who raised her brows when becaming aware of her.
-Diana!-, she greeted kind, making her smile-. No need-, she laughs shaking her head. Helaena smiles looking at her cousin, and then turned her head to the servant.
-You may go rest, Diana-. The princess said with a kind tone, tilting her head.
-My ladies-, Diana instantly noded with a smile, beginning to walk away-. Have a splendid night-, she wished to both of them.
-You as well-, Daera smiled following her with her gace.
The knights opened the doors for the servant, who walked calmly away. The twins glanced quickly inside the room, to check on them. Daera smirked at them with her hands on her belly. Erryk answered the smile, and then closed again within a second.
-Now, where are they?!-. The brown-skinned princess asks excited, looking all around.
-Sleeping, so shush!-. Helaena answered funnily, taking one of her hands and pulling her softly.
Daera bites her lips with a smile when they arrived in front of the cradles. In there, her nephew and niece were calmly sleeping already, looking so adorable.
-Ow shit, look at them-. Daera whispered tenderly, curving her brows. Helaena smiles softly, staring at them too-. Is it me or they have grown?-, she sighed.
-It is you-, her cousin giggled, which she did too. Daera smiled tenderly, tilting her head and then looking back at her after some silent seconds.
-It is weird to see you without the big belly-, she muttered funnily, staring at her now flat abdomen.
-A strange feeling, indeed-. Helaena sighed a little amused, caressing her belly with one of her hands. Daera smiled at her, blinking.
-Rhaenyra gave birth already, a fortnight ago-. She informed, surprising her cousin, who smiled happily-. Twins as well, can you believe it?-. She asks within a laugh, staring at the babes.
-Twins?!-, Helaena laughs.
-Aegon and Viserys-. Daera named proudly, crossing her hands over her abdomen. Helaena blinked huge, giggling a little because of their names-. My baby brothers-, she chuckles.
-Oh, you have brothers!-. Helaena claps happily, scrunching her nose. Daera did the same, laughing-. I am so happy for your family-, she smiles dearly, curving her brows.
-Thank you, cousin-, the younger one grins sweetly, looking at her nephews.
-New lives bring new beginnings, I have been feeling-. Helaena whispers lovingly, staring at her dear children and talking with a soft voice.
-I utterly agree, dearest-. Daera mumbles proudly, and then sighs, looking at her again-. That is why I need a favour from you, if I dare ask-, she speaks lowly, raising her brows.
Helaena blinks curiously, listening to her, immediately.
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A long white finger passes the pages of a thick book, and a calmed purple eye reads it in silence and quietness.
Prince Aemond is seated on the library he usually attends to, the small and calm one of the castle. In there, he is reading at the moment, alone with his thoughts and the Valyrian words.
That, until one of the doors is opened from a second to another. He raises his eye with tediousness, planning on instantly send away whoever it was. But, when he sees Helaena, his annoyance quickly fades away.
-Have you come to join my reading?-, he asks curiously-. You could polish your Valyrian from time to time-, he advices.
Helaena giggles like a child, letting the door open and quickly walking to him, leaning front. Aemond furrows his brows with interest, not moving a muscle.
-What is it, sister?-. He questions.
-Daera is here-. She informed with no riddle, excited. Aemond opened his eye big, instantly feeling how everything inside him twirled crazily-. She is waiting for you-, Helaena whispers.
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The Rogue Princess blinks slowly, thoughtful. Her purple eyes were shining, staring at The Black Dread's skull from behind, seeing all the holes and bones above the cript from a new perspective. All the candles surrounding him were lighting her face faintly, very softly.
She hears some steps approaching quickly, which made her to look at there with attention, feeling her heart beating fastly. Seconds then, Aemond arrives with fast steps, hooded and covered from head to toe with his coat.
The candles burned hotter when their gaces found each other.
-Fu- fuck-, Aemond sighed a cursing, shoting out with quickness towards her. Daera gasped, opening her mouth. But, before she could speak a single word, he grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her deeply from a moment to another.
The princess moaned, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, immediately answering such hungry and desperate kiss. Aemond grunted shakily, possesing her hips and slaving her lips, tasting them with no stop. They both groaned, gripping their bodies together as if they were one. Them bloody clothes were in the middle of that.
The One-Eyed Prince grunted, and suddenly pushed her, making her lower back to clash with the wall of Balerion's cript. He caged her in there, placing his hands at the sides of her body and making the back of her head to rest on the dragon's. After this, he outed his tongue and began to kiss her neck religiously, licking it and biting it.
She feels her cunt already starting to become wet, slowly begginning to drip. Aemond, at the single moment of seeing her, started getting hard. And now, tasting her feeling her, has made his pants to feel really tight and little.
-Oh my- Aemond, stop-. She moans as low as she can, losing her fingers on his hair inside the hood, and gripping it tightly. He hummed, growly, shaking his head with denial, not stopping his love bites over her sweet skin. Daera forms a big silent smile, blinking a few times while feeling his expert and hot tongue.
It does not matter how many times it happens. Everytime they see each other again, after being apart, the insane love and crazy lust they feel for the other always wins above any other feeling that might be on their hearts. But, using every inch of her little sanity, Daera grunted and pushed him away, taking off his mouth of her neck.
-Oh Daera-, he growls her name, almost menacing, remembering what she did to him they last time they saw, on their island-. Why did you take so long?-, he grunts, deperate. It has been a whole moon already since that day.
-My deepest apologies-, she whispers, breathing fast, feeling the boiling saliva he left on her neck. Aemond looks around with quickness, furrowing his lips-. I was i-
-We were both in a search, I know it-. The prince interrupted her with a low tone, nodding. He gives tiny steps foward, nearing their bodies even more. Daera fighted to not moan when she felt his erection pushing over her dress-. But that is done now. I found a solution-, he whispered.
-So did I-, she quickly says. The prince blinks, surpised, making silence and letting her talk. The princess sighs through her nose, staring at his precious eye-. I will wed Jacaerys-. And so, she said it.
Aemond went blank, freezing and tensing every bone of his body. Daera instantly smiled, shaking her head.
-But no, no, easy-. The princess whispers, raising her hands and caressing all his face with dearness. Her thumb caress his nose and then his lips, warming them-. In reality, I will be wed to you-, she clarified, looking at him with the purest love.
Having forgot how to blink, he tilts his head to a side, now even more confused. A voice spoke in his mind. Let her talk, trust her.
-What?-. Barely being able to speak, he asked her, opening his eye widely. He sees how she laughs, all confident, which made him more nervous-. How, may I know?!-, he whispers anxiously.
-You may-, Daera giggles, caressing his cheeks lovingly-. I have realized something, my dear, and that is I will not live a life where I keep endlessly fighting for you and my family to enjoy each other's company-. She whispers shaking her head. He gulps, looking at her with a worried curiosity-. They hate you, and you hate them. That is a lamentable truth for me, but one that I have to make my peace with-, the princess sighed through her mouth, leaving it open-. But I love both of you, and I shall have you both, at the same time-. She firmly dictates-...I will not choose one, but two-, she shook her head.
Aemond blinks slowly, feeling how big the pupil of his eye was. He looks at her, analyzing her words, reading her expression, feeling her love and determination. He knew what the result of all that is.
-A secret wedding-. The one-eyed whispered softly. She inhaled through her nose, forming a slow smile, and noding. He sighs, taking her hands and rising them at the height of their faces. They interwined their fingers, looking at each other stopless-. I thought about a secret wedding as well-, he confessed, surprising her-. But...two?-, he narrows his eye, confused.
Daera smirks, caressing his fingers and furrowing her brows.
-Look at him-, she tilts her head towards Balerion. Aemond stared at the dragon skull, and then, she mentioned his most known rider-. Aegon The Conqueror. He took his two sisters...as wives-, the princess recalls. He blinks slowly, looking at her again.
-One for duty, and one for love-. Aemond recited what every historian and person of culture knows.
-Our families and some more knows about our affair. They do not want us together, my love-. Daera tells the truth with no riddle, which made him to gulp ashamed, noding-. My marriage with Jace would mean the greatest duty for me, the greatest wall for us to build...and everyone will be happy, including us, including our love-. The love of his life sighs, smiling, hopeful.
Aemond stares at her deeply. The candles are reflected on his eyes, which were full of love, admiration, and now, hope as well.
-Just think about it, to be back to how we started-. Daera dreams within a whisper, holding the ends of his hair, playing with them-. By our own, with our dragons nobody fucking with us, nobody giving their fucking opinion-. She speaks with passion. Aemond furrows his lips with a tiny smirk, feeling his heart pounding fast and his manhood pulsing just by the thought-. You are my bloody Rhaenys, and Jace'll be my Visenya...-she purrs, caressing his abdomen.
The prince breathes slowly, directing his eye to her again.
She bites her inferior lip, staring at him while caressing his chest and neck, slowly. He hummed lowly, gripping her waist again, and placing his forehad on hers. She moans briefly, grabbing his ass and pushing him closer.
-How could I ever share you?-, he asks within a murmur, above of her lips. All his blood burns by the single thought of Jacaerys having her body, her soul.
-Oh my love, is that what you fear?-. His love giggles funnily, taking his hood off his head, and hugging to his neck tightly. He purrs, starting to wrinkle her skirt on his long fingers, raising it-. I will not be touched, and neither will I touch him. That won't be of need until after Rhaenyra's reign-, she pointed.
-And after her reign?-. He grunted his question, not even minding to think about politics and how he disagrees with the statement-. Will I have to listen to the bastard fucking you? Will I have to hear him calling you his?-, Aemond growls, breathing fast-. Will I-?
-When I am Queen...-she interrupted him by taking one of his hands and placing it under her skirt, pushing it against her wet womanhood. He instantly moaned, grabbing her cunt immediately-. Oh when I am Queen, I'll make my own rules...-she moans as well, squeezing his strong shoulders-, and everyone will know who is my real owner-, Daera purrs over his mouth. They both breath fast, his fingers starting to move on her cunt-. Aemond Targaryen-, she named him, lustful.
The Targaryen Prince growled pushing her again against the stone of the cript. They kissed wildly, breathless, moving their tongues and clashing their teeth. Aemond humms as he played with her clit, moving it from side to side with quickness. Daera moans shakily, hugging to his neck and closing her eyes in the middle of her whimpers.
He rubs two fingers against all of her womanhood, feeling how wet and hot it was. Not long after he introduces those two fingers in her, moaning when doing so, for he never gets tired of how good her insides feels. The princess bit her lips with all the force of the kingdoms, shushing any scream and instead biting his neck harshly. Aemond groaned and laughed, rubbing his erection against one of her hands while losing his on her cunt, listening to the tasty sound it was making.
-Aemond, let's- let us go to your chambers-. She pleaded, breathing fast-. I want to scream-, she whimpered.
-We will go when I want us to go, how about that?-. He mumbled, burlesque, curling his fingers inside of her, knowing very good where her spot was. Daera opens her mouth and cries muted, gripping his shoulders harder-. You thought yourself funny when you left me horny on our island, didn't you?-, he taunts.
-Fuck!-. She started to regret that moment.
-Now you keep silent, my girl-. Aemond whispered in one of her ears, then licking it. She trembled, gulping, and closing her mouth. She feels his fingers thrusting in and out of her, and his other hand grabbing her ass endlessly, squeezing it as if it was a toy-. Who would wed us, Daera?-. He suddenly asks, breathing fast-. No one will wed you twice, its against the law-. Aemond pointed, raising her skirt more, uncovering her legs.
-Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya were not wedded by any of the bloody Seven-. Daera quickly answered, grabbing his jaw and making him to look at her. They both moaned, staring at each other's eyes-. Our Valyrian gods will make us the honor-, she whispered, smiling.
-Daera-, he opened his eye big, confused, squeezing her ass and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She giggled and trembles, noding-. There are no longer Valyrian Priests in Westeros-, Aemond mumbled silly, biting his lips and rubbing himself against her. He sees his lover laughing vividly, as if he just told a joke.
-I have been in a Valyrian wedding myself, my dearest love, and I promise you, ours will be majestic-. Daera whispered confident and lustful, biting his neck harshly.
Aemond moaned and laughed, closing his eye, and easily trusting into her, as he always does. She groans and grabbs his shoulders, massaging them. They smiled, breathless.
And then, steps starts to grow close.
-Ouh shit!-, she quickly flinches, and Aemond separates from her neck, raising his head with surprise.
-Princess Daera?!-. A nearing voice speaks, one polite. It was a knight.
-Fuck! Down, down!-. Daera whispers taking his shoulders and fastly pushing him down. Aemond landed on his knees, placing his hands on the floor and shushing his breathing, cautiously-. I told you to go to your chambers!-, she reproaches.
-This is your fault!-, he quickly points at her.
The echoe of an armour walking became closer. Daera faked a smile and turned around quickly, leaning front and placing her elbows above of the cript. Aemond, kneeled, was out of sight of whoever may come. He is behind Daera, who is behind the stone. Yeah this'll work.
The prince smiles when an idea comes to his mind.
None other than Ser Erryk enters Balerion's tomb, wearing a wary and curious look, looking around. Upon entering, the first thing he saw was the gigantic skull of The Black Dread. The second thing he saw: Princess Daera smiling ecstatically behind the skull.
-Princess!-, the Ser flinches briefly, turning to look at her fully.
-Oh, Ser Erryk!-. She pretends to be surprised, opening her eyes big. At that same moment, she feels Aemond's hands slowly sneaking into her skirt, caressing up her legs-. Good- good night-, she greets.
-Good night, princess-. Erryk nods, placing his hands on his belt. Aemond hummed really lowly, with a malicious smile, sneaking his body as well inside of her dress-. The Queen is-
Daera clashes one of her hands on her very forehead, biting her lips and grunting wildly.
-Prin-princess?!-, the knight jumps worried.
-The Queen is what?-. She questions as if nothing happened, widening her smile. Under her dress, Aemond takes place in between her legs as if he was a snake, all cautious. He grabs her knees, laughing groundly, and giving them a big squeeze-. Ahhh! I- I really wonder what are your news about my aunt!-, Daera speaks louder than before, feeling her legs spreading automatically.
-She...she...-Erryk blinks somewhat confused, staring at her weird behaviour. But who is he to question?-. She wonders wether if you are to stay the night in the castle, so she can ready you up a chamber-. He informs, looking away for a second.
-Ouh, I- I do not think I am staying, no-. The princess denies. Aemond hummed, taking out his tongue, and licking her hot clit from a moment no another, kissing it with his own lips-. YOU- You know what?! I think I am to stay the night!-. She suddenly changes her opinion, speaking loudly and shakily.
Ser Erryk blinks shocked.
-Yes but- but I can sleep with Helaena, no need to trouble herself too much!-. Daera smiles as normal as she could, really trying to ignore the constang licks Aemond is giving on her cunt, thrusting his tongue into it while squeezing her knees time after time-. FU- FU-, she sttuters.
-Princess?!-, Ser Erryk breathes confused.
-FUNNY, the weather!-. She laughs instantly, raising her brows. The prince between her legs fights to not laugh and, instead, he just licks harder, pushing his tongue all over her clit and tongue, with his pointy nose pressing against the inside of her thighs, feeling their warm sweat-. Would that be all, Ser Erryk? I was having a moment with...-she gulps stronly when Aemond kisses over and over again her cunt's lips, pampering them with his breath-...my ancesters-, she finishes.
-In point of fact, The Queen is also looking for Prince Aemond. She wonders if you have seen him-, the knight says after clearing his throat.
Daera smiles, frozen. Aemond, buried in her fucking cunt, rolled his eye and shook his head from side to side, making his tongue to do the same over her womanhood, caressing it so good.
-Aemond?-. Daera narrows her eyes.
-Yes, yes, prince Aemond, your cousin, princess-. Erryk nods.
-Aemond...-she whispers as if she doesn't even know the name. The knight blinks, every time more confused, while the very Aemond breathes some laughs over her clit, closing his eye-. Nop, haven't heard of him-. The princess denies.
-I see-. He nods again.
-Good girl-, The One-Eyed Prince mumbled, and his vocal cords were heard in the air.
-What?-, Ser Erryk asks.
-What?-, Daera blinks.
The knight stays silent, forcing himself to keep a blank face. He stares at the princess for a few more seconds, seeing how she is pressing her elbows really harshly against the stone, and her cleveage was coming up and down with quickness. However, without wanting to make her believe he is hussily watching her body, he looked away.
-That would be all, prin-
-You may go, thank you!-. Daera instantly approves, smiling bigly.
Not offended by the interruption, Ser Erryk nods and, at last, walked away from the dragon's tomb, leaving the princess with "her ancestors". More like her fucking lover.
-Oh fuck...-Daera places her forehead on the stone, and soon she opens her mouth hugely, letting out a thin and heavy moan. Aemond the rogue didn't stop his game of licks on her cunt, doing it even fater than before-. Oh gods you're the worst!-, she tighted her fists, closing her eyes.
-I'm the best-, he mumbled cockily, heading one hand to her ass and grabbing one of her butcheeks, digging her nails on it.
-I hate you-, Daera sighs tiredly, drawing a smile on her face, and giving herself permission to open her legs more.
-You love me-, Aemond hummed arrogant, raising his head and joining his nose to his tongue, now both of them licking her hole, pushing against it. Daera squeals shakily, having her forehead at the edge of touching the candles, but her skin is resistant to the close fire-. Wait until our wedding night, you'll be flabbergasted-, he laughed, not hiding his excitement.
His lover sighed and chuckled breathless, also thinking of their future wedding. She tsks and suddenly grabs the back of his head from above her skirt, pushing him harshly.
-Shut up and finish what you started-, Daera groaned tauntly, closing her eyes with a smile.
Aemond laughed growly, all pressed against her cunt. Not caring about the little breath he had, he licked his lips to ready himself, and attack her again.
-At once, my betrothed-. The prince mumbles cockily.
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-I know what to do-. The Rogue Princess decided.
Her grandma instantly looks at her, opening her lips and narrowing her eyes with interest.
-What?-, Rhaenys whispered cautiously.
She forms a plotting-like smile, turning to look at her grandmother with the most confident shine on her face.
-Do you know a priest?-, Daera asks, shrugging.
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the sea king
do me a favour, and on warmer days
go sit by the river, waves hotter from rays
sit there until water welcomes you, calls;
until you hear the silent, sweet pearly tolls.
you'll see her, the maiden with hair like grass
so long and so flowy, unusually crass,
she'll open her mouth, red line all across,
and you will feel your heart drained - stolen - and lost.
she'll be a siren, i know that for sure,
the river, and sea which it flows to, and shore,
belong all to her, she rules there, and lives,
and looks at youth like you. and speaks. and then steals.
as soon as you hear her you will be lost,
deeply in love, sure of it, yearning, like most,
not the first by all means and not the last
who the siren, sea queen has bewitched so fast.
and both her hair, in pretty coiffure,
and her crimson mouth will be a lovely view
she will seem beautiful now as she sings
...not at all other... not strange... just as your wings....
you will confess your feelings there and then;
and be promptly drowned by her pale ghastly hands.
a new sea king! in the throne by your queen -
lady of sea, lady of death, and of spleen.
when will you notice her lips are like blood?
when will you see her eyes are like river mud?
when will you wonder if you're her first king?
when will you notice a sapphire in her ring...
...a sapphire, i say, but it's made of teeth.
how did you miss it, boy? ah, with her kiss...
#i figured i haven't been posting any of my poems for a while#my poetry#poetry#original poem#poets on tumblr#poem#wigilda's thought#imb.
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Hello, dear! Congrats on your new milestone 🎉🎉🎉 You deserve every single one of those followers, and here’s to many more! Thank you for always gracing us with your fics; reading them never fails to make my day better 💗 (oh and I especially love the Mitsuhide series. He’s not my bias, but I can’t help but love your version of him! That part of him interrogating MC about her belongings always makes me laugh every time I think about it 🤣)
May I please request Lancelot (Ikerev), fire, willow and calliope? Thank you and have a wonderful day/night! 🌻💕
You are very kind to say so ^_^ It always makes my day to know someone out there smiled because of something I wrote. I don't get to write for Lance often so this will be fun! Themes are: Fire, Calliope - harmony, and Willow - safety. Approx. 500 words!
Lancelot searched the battlefield with frantic determination. His expression was hard as stone, his posture tense and ready to strike. Clusters of men shouted and screamed and bled all around him. Blue flame erupted in gouts of uncontrolled magic.
Nowhere did he see the tell-tale shimmer of Alice’s shield.
He’d promised to keep her safe. An oath. But in the crush of battle, they were separated and now she was out there, lost to him. Captured, perhaps, or dead. Lance felt a sudden weariness come over him. A heaviness of spirit that had nothing to do with the physical exhaustion of magic and sword-play. If she was gone . . .
There! A glimmer in the air, the searing heat of a magical fire as it burst aflame in the air, high above the heads of the soldiers. Lancelot rushed toward it, heedless of his own safety. Edgar followed on his left, and Jonah to his right. They pushed through the press of enemy fighters. Mercenaries and Magic Tower guards could not match a Red officer.
His eyes found her. Standing like a guardian angel over several wounded men, she held the Tower goons at bay. Her clothes were torn and stained with ash, and her face was filmed with grime and blood. But she was the most beautiful sight Lance had ever seen.
A smile broke across his features and made his sapphire eyes blaze. “Alice!”
She looked at him with sudden relief. “You’re here! I knew you’d find me!” Such simple trust. Absolute faith. He had no words to reply.
Lancelot pulled her into his arms and hugged her tight. But there was little time for a reunion with Ammon still on the loose. He let her go, but she reached for his hand and held it tight.
“So I don’t lose you again,” she smiled.
“Hold tight then.”
Jonah called a warning just before a column of wind and stone descended from the clear sky. Alice held out her free hand, stopping the magic, dispersing it harmlessly.
In perfect harmony, Lance cast at the mage responsible. The robed form crumpled. Another took its place.
Edgar danced with deadly precision at their periphery. His sword flashed with inhuman speed. Jonah was no less impressive.
At the center walked Lancelot and Alice, hand in hand. She blocked every deadly spell, and he destroyed each enemy that stood to face them. They were unstoppable. A fact Ammon discovered for himself as he fled the battlefield again, unable to face their combined powers.
The day belonged to the Red Army, a victory for the histories.
In the quiet aftermath, as the wounded were seen to and the casualties tallied, Lance sat beneath a tree with Alice resting against his chest. Her hair tickled his chin, her warm hands sat delicately on his thighs.
He tried to find the words to tell her what was in his heart. He wanted to tell her how brave she was, how strong. To spend on her every word that existed for beauty. Lancelot wished he had Edgar’s quick wit. Or Jonah’s passionate eloquence. Even King Ray could muster a speech when he needed to. But Lance was a man of few words.
Lancelot leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “I love you.” And that was eloquent enough.
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