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ride-thedragon · 1 month

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I still wish to this day that they had killed Laenor because not only is Seasmoke bonded to Addam somehow (the writers since season one have had this strange idea that dragons bond to many riders at once and that riders bond to more than one dragon) but he left Joffery and Luke.

He left his weeks old son named after his dead lover.

After he lost his sister and her child, who he publicly grieved for.

After he stated he would do his duty and prepare his children for the throne.

After finally being near his nieces, his dead sister's children, who he'd never really been able to be close with.

After knowing they had lost Ser Harwin.

I hate everyone who contributed to this decision.

Laenor au must commence. We can't live like this.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd critical #ser laenor velaryon #laenor velaryon #laenor im sorry i wasnt your writer #carry the pretty boys of house Velayron that look Valyrian on his back too #i genuinely think this is why i hate Daemon in the show #the way he treats Velaryons like thats not the only reason im watching still

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ignitedminds27 · 2 years

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Watching Jacerys stand up for his betrothed, Baela and kindly asking Haelena to dance, his fathers, Ser Harwin Strong & Ser Laenor Velaryon would've been proud of the man he's becoming.

He has equal parts of both of them in him. He is their true son.

#jacerys velaryon #ser harwin strong #ser laenor velaryon #harwin strong #laenor valeryon #house of the dragon #hotd #ser harwin #rhaenyra x harwin #rhaenyra x laenor #haelena targaryen #jace x helaena #jacerys x lucerys #aegon targaryen #ryan corr #ser harwin death #daemon targaryen #hotd spoilers #hotd edit

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chasingthedragons · 1 month

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Ser Laenor Velaryon attires

1 - Dark blue velvety gala outfit, with blue embroidery, darker details, golden buttons and chains, and a leather belt.

1 - Soldier's uniform of house Velaryon, quilted fabric with diamond pattern, in blue tone with the emblem of house Velaryon on the chest, in dark blue and silver, with leather and metal clasps, accompanied by a leather belt.

1 - Groom suit in gold and earth color with details in yellow and gold, fabric with flower pattern, leather belt and a large gold and ruby necklace.

1 - Daily suit, dark gray sleeveless coat, silver brooch and V-embroidered details. Over a shirt with shiny black sleeves. 2 - Same suit, over a light gray sleeved shirt. 3 - The same attire, accompanied by a sleeveless coat with a silver chain.

Bonus

1 - Training clothes, a loose white shirt and black pants.

> Viserys Targaryen > Daemon Targaryen > Corlys Velaryon > Otto Hightower

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #house velaryon #ser laenor velaryon #laenor velaryon #hotd fashion

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walled-flwr · 2 years

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Ser Laenor Velaryon is a real man and deserves more love

Laenor is Rhaenyra's faithful second, her best friend and wants to protect their little family.

Also, him being the gentlest and sweetest father to Princes Jace & Luke, being besotted with baby Joff was the main spark of joy for me in this episode...

And hats off to the way he was civil to Harwin, the unofficial donor of the Velaryon family

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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The Queen’s Hand

(Part III: Eye for an Eye)

Prologue | Part I | Part II

Summary: Y/N Targaryen is Princess of the seven realms. First born daughter of, Viserys I and Aemma Targaryen. Heir to the iron throne, forced to make impossible decisions to ensure peace amongst the land and the safety of those she holds most dear.

Harwin grunts, draped over the back of the arm chair, while the maester cleans and dresses his wounds.

Y/N had been lucky, or so they say. Her burns will heal, but they will scar. The flames licked up her heels, to the calf, and on the left side, the base to her thigh. Lucky because they were in a place no one but her ladies in waiting and husband might see. Not because they hurt any less. The aching is made bearable with milk of the poppy.

The maester tried to afford Ser Harwin the same mercy, before scrubbing his wounds clean. But the knight refuses to have his mind unclear while their attacker remains at large. The expanse of Harwin’s back and shoulders are marred, but he will live to tell the tale.

Y/N stands by her husband’s side, one hand clutched in his, the other passing tenderly over his hair. “Are you nearly finished?”

“Indeed, your grace.” The maester nods.

The princess finches when Harwin lets out another hiss of pain.

“Princess, I do apologize.” Angette says, bowing her head as she enters the room. “But her majesty, the Queen, requests a word with you.”

Y/N clears her throat. “Let her know that I will be there in a moment.”

“Yes, Princess.” The door eases shut behind her.

Harwin lifts his head to gaze up at his wife. “You are free to go.”

Y/N bends down to kiss his forehead in parting. Her healing skin sears in protest. “Fuck.” She curses, between gritted teeth. “Fuck.”

“See what she needs, then you must rest.”

“I’m fine.” Y/N breathes deeply to collect herself, standing upright, walking is painful.

“To heal, you must rest. If not of your own free will, then perhaps your husband must demand it of you.”

Y/N opens and closes her mouth twice, gaping like a fish out of water.

“I can live with your wrath, I cannot live without you.”

Makes it nearly impossible to stay cross with him. “I will rest when I am finished.”

“Thank you.” He sighs, brushing his lips over her knuckles.

Y/N draws back after a moment, passing a hand over the front of her dress. She and Harwin do not fight, they very rarely disagree. It leaves her insides raw as her wounds.

Alicent waits, well poised, at the door’s entrance. “Are you in very much pain?” She asks, once Y/N joins her.

“You call me away from my husband at a time like this to ask if I’m in pain?” Y/N looks her over from head to toe.

“I mean no offense.” Alicent assures her.

“You are surely here of good will.” Y/N reasons, “forgive me.”

“All is forgiven.” Alicent waves a hand. “Your father asked I see you well.”

“Tell him I am well.” Y/N utters.

Alicent nods, “of course.” She turns on her heels to leave.

“Wait,” Y/N reaches to her without thinking. Catching the queen’s hand in her own.

Alicent’s eyes soften, keeping her hold on Y/N’s hand. “What?”

“I fear that we are all in terrible danger. This assailant meant to kill my son, though he is not directly in line for the iron throne. Given thus, your children might also be targeted.”

“Y/N, there is something…” Alicent faulters. She cannot hold this terrible secret much longer. “Perhaps it is worth looking into.”

Y/N takes a step forward, closing any distance between them. “Speak it.”

“Princess.” Larys Strong appears just beyond Alicent’s shoulder. “It is a pleasure to see you up and about.”

“Thank you, Ser Larys.” Y/N smiles at him.

“My Queen,” he nods to Alicent. “I was hoping I might find my brother.”

“He’s just there.” Y/N waves toward their rooms, opening the door a smidge. “Ser Larys is here, my love. May I send him?”

“Of course,” Harwin calls in return.

“He’ll be pleased to see you,” Y/N tells Larys as he passes.

When the door is closes they are left to speak freely. Alicent’s expression is hard to read, though something clearly plagues her thoughts.

“Alicent,” Y/N tries to catch her eye.

“Lady Laena,” Alicent steals herself. “Has passed.”

“How?”

“The child would not come.”

“Awful.” Y/N swallows, “will there be a send off?”

“Driftmark, in two days time. I would like to offer you and yours a place on our ship.”

“That is very generous, your grace. I will be sure to consult my husband in the matter and return with an answer by supper.”

“Surely you cannot travel dragon back.”

Y/N lifts her chin. “I cannot allow this act to define me.”

“You mustn’t live in fear, tis true. However you must not over exert yourself.”

“You sound like my husband.”

“Ser Harwin may have a point this once.” Alicent will hold her tongue a while longer.

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Y/N’s uncle, Daemon, now has two daughters of his own. Baela and Rhaena. Spitting images of their mother.

Laenor is beside himself. Aegon is drowning himself in cups. The royal family is quite a sight these days. Dividend by circumstance, try as they may to keep it hidden. Larys is there to witness it all.

Alicent watches him in return. She cannot speak of what transpired between them. She may have let slip to Ser Larys that she wishes his brother see some consequence for his indiscretions, but death by fire is not what she meant.

“Everything alright?” Y/N asks as she passes the Queen.

“Tis a solemn day, Y/N.”

The princess nods. “That it is.” She can sense that whatever niceties Alicent had afforded her have passed. The queen is no longer privy to sharing whatever insights she harbors.

Harwin is sat with Lord Corlys, offering his deepest condolences.

The Strong children mingle about, comforting members of the Velaryon family. Lucerys and Jacaerys follow suit.

Y/N excuses herself to tend her brother-in-law, down at the shore, two cups in hand. “Might I join you, Ser Laenor?”

“If it is your wish, Princess.” Laenor replies, back still to her.

Carefully Y/N wades into the water. It stings at her burns and shifts the bottom of her skirts. Up to the knee she goes, however improper. She offers the spirits to Laenor. “To Laena.”

“To Laena.” He chugs the whole thing down. “If there is something on your mind then speak it. Her majesty, the Queen, will soon lose her temper over the impropriety of this exchange.”

“You are my family. I do not care what she has to say on the matter.” Y/N keeps her gaze fixed on the sea.

“How does it feel it?” Laenor wonders.

“Hmm?”

“To be made of fire.”

Y/N allows her brow to furrow. “Same as it feels to be made of the sea, I suspect. Ever exhausting yourself in a futile attempt not to harm the people around you.”

“They know the cost.” He laments.

“I did not wish for this, nor did my sister.”

“You did ask her to bear the brunt of your father’s legacy over you.”

“So that I might protect her.”

“You cannot protect Rhaenyra anymore than I could protect my own sister.” Laenor peers down at his empty cup. “Shame. This is not a pain I wish upon you.”

“Princess! Ser Laenor!” Harwin’s voice comes as no surprise.

“Yes, dear husband?”

“The king asked I collect you.” He tells the pair.

Y/N sighs, clapping a hand to Laenor’s shoulder. “Come.”

Laenor shakes his head, “I do not yet wish to be collected.”

Y/N turns back toward the sand and Harwin. “May I have nothing?” She remarks, catching the arm he offers to aide her footsteps. Her gown weighed down by the moisture dripping from all sides.

“Clearly not and you know it.” The knight replies, taking no pleasure in this. However there are times he is reduced to fetching his wife, by order of the king. “Lord Corlys is sending Ser Qarl down as well.”

“Will it always be this way?”

“Until Rhaenyra is queen, no doubt.” Harwin leads her to the lowest floor of the Driftmark estate.

“I wish I were born a common girl. I would not mind the work in exchange for freedom. Instead I am forever indebted to the iron throne and by taking my hand, so are you.”

“I have chosen this.” Harwin reminds her. “The cross you bear is a heavy one and I cannot lift it from you. But I will help you shoulder it, I will not leave you alone in this.”

Y/N sighs, taking refuge in the shelter of his arms. “I do love you…and I am sorry for the distance between us as of late.”

“As I love you, I apologize for my part in it.”

Y/N nods into his chest. “How are the children?”

“Gone to bed. I thought I might steal a moment with you, princess.” He guides her back to the wall, holding her captive in the cage of his arms. When his lips meet hers she is lost. Left pliant before him.

Harwin has given her heart a home. Someone to pour hope and dreams into, to build empires with. A lover that would move men and mountains alike to protect her, to please her.

Y/N winds her arms around his neck, losing her fingers in his curls. Deepening the kiss.

A rumble of voices from the great hall demands their attention.

“What was that?” Y/N dodges beneath his arm. Lifting her skirts to run slightly faster.

“Will you forever charge toward the danger instead of away?”

“I’m afraid so.” The princess admits.

“Let me ahead at least.” Harwin is ready to live up to his nickname, if need be.

They makes haste to the hall. Their children are inside, huddled close to Jace and Luc, who is sporting a bloodied nose.

“What is the meaning of this?” Y/N demands, crossing the room to her children. Clearly shaken, but fully intact.

Aegon and Helaena stand near the fireplace, no worse for wear. But Aemond-

“Are you alright?” Harwin leans down to Lucerys. If Rhaenyra and Laenor are absent they must advocate for the boys.

“Yes, uncle.” The boy nods.

“We’ll have you tended in a moment.” Harwin presses a kiss to his hair.

“Mother, there was a brawl.” Viserus informs her.

“Aemond stole Vhagar!”

“He pushed Baela and Rhaena. He tried to kill Luc!”

Rhaenyra arrives a few moments later with Daemon just behind. “Is everyone alright?”

“Not exactly,” Y/N whispers, the children continue to bicker.

Rhaenyra bends down to her sons, so that she might hear the tale.

“Enough!” The King roars. “Aemond, I will hear the truth of it.”

“Your son has been maimed and her son is responsible.” Alicent points out. “What else is there to hear?”

“A regrettable accident,” Rhaenyra counters.

“Prince Lucerys brought a blade with him, he meant to kill my son.” Alicent’s accuses.

“It was my sons who were attacked and forced to defend themselves,” Rhaenyra explains. “Vile insults were levied against them.”

“Insults? What insults?” Viserys wonders.

“The legitimacy of my sons birth was called loudly into question.”

Not this again.

“He said Jace and Luc are our brothers.” Aemmia stares down at her hands as she speaks. She has come to age that she understands, it matters not if they share a father, only the repercussions of speaking so would be grave for her family.

“Was naught but talk amongst a lot of children, it meant nothing.” Alicent says, immediately.

“Please, Grandsire…” Aemmia presses on, “he called them bastards.”

Viserys is sent reeling at this, looking down at his youngest son.

Harwin widens his stance, closing the slight gap between Y/N and Rhaenyra. Though he is here as Prince consort, not a knight, he will perform his duty to his family. He will keep them safe.

“My sons are in line to inherit the iron throne, your grace.” Rhaenyra adds. “This the highest of treasons. The prince must be sharply questioned so that we might learn where he heard such falsehoods.”

“Over an insult?” Alicent scoffs. “My son has lost an eye.”

Viserys levels himself with Aemond, still seated before the maester. “Who told you this lie, boy?”

Aemond swallows hard, looking to his mother, but does not speak.

“Your king demands an answer!”

“It was Aegon.” Aemond lies, surely to sheild his mother from harm.

“Me?” Aegon chokes out. Of all the people to blame, why must it always be him?

“Aegon, who spoke these words to you?”

Aegon is silent for a moment. “We know, father. Everyone knows. Just look at them.”

“These foul rumors must cease! Let it be known that anyone who dares question the legitimacy of Princess Rhaenyra’s sons will have their tongue removed.” Viserys addresses the room.

“Thank you, father.” Rhaenyra murmurs.

“Now make your apologies and show good will toward one another. Your father, your grandsire…your King demands it.”

“That is insufficient.” Alicent says, not believing her own ears. “Our son has been permanently damaged, my king. Good will cannot make him whole. Please Viserys, he’s your son. Your blood.”

“I know, Alicent,” Viserys snaps. “But I cannot restore his eye.”

“No, but there is a debt to be paid.”

“What would you have me do?”

Alicent pauses to deliberate. “I will have one of her son’s eyes in return.”

“My dear wife, you mustn’t let rage blind you.”

“If the King will not seek justice then the Queen will. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” Alicent demands.

“Stay your hand, Cole.”

“No, you are sworn to me!”

“As your protector, my Queen.” Ser Criston must regretfully decline.

“This matter is settled.” Viserys presses a kiss to her cheek, then begins to turn away.

This breaks something within the Queen. Shattering her soul into a million pieces and she sees red. Grabbing the dagger from her husband’s sheath and charging for Rhaenyra’s son.

Lucerys screams when he sees her coming up behind his mother’s back. Rhaenyra catches her hand above the blade. Forcing her back.

Y/N steps in front of her children and nephews out of instinct. Luc tugging anxiously at her hand. If anyone wishes to harm him, they will have to go through her and be met with the wrath of the King.

“Stay with the King!” Ser Harrold Westerling commands, but Criston breaks free, with every intention of gifting his Queen her request.

“Alicent, you let her go!” Viserys calls.

Harwin forces his way through the huddle of bodies to meet him. Though he is injured and unarmored, he manages to take Cole down.

“Alicent, please. It needn’t be this way.” Y/N attempts to reason with the Queen. “As a mother who loves her children, my heart weeps for you and your son. But this is not the way. Might you find it in yourself to accept this apology, so that we might show good will to one another?”

“The apology is not yours to make! For years I have watched you bend the knee and wet your eye with apologizes of offenses that are not your own. I will not accept it.” Alicent refocuses on Rhaenyra. “What of honor? Duty? Sacrifice? Alas, it is trampled beneath your pretty foot again. Now you take my son’s eye, and to even that you feel entitled.”

“Exhausting, wasn’t it?” Rhaenyra breathes. “Hiding under the cloak of your own righteousness. But now they see you as you are.”

The blade of Viserys’ dagger gashes Rhaenyra’s forearm when Alicent pushes her away. Y/N catches her sister, applying pressure to the wound. The Queen allows the knife to fall from her hand, clattering to the floor.

“This proceeding is at an end.” Viserys says with finality.

Y/N knows better, these proceedings never end.

Taglist @evyiione

Part IV

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witchthewriter · 11 months

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𝐋𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧

INFP

Chaotic Good

Hufflepuff

10 of Pentacles Reversed

Libra Sun, Pisces Moon, Aquarius Rising

The son of Lord Corlys Velaryon and Princess Rhaenys Targaryen, as well as the twin brother to Laena Velaryon. Laenor was married to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen and ‘together’, they had three sons: Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey.

Laenor’s mount was the somewhat young pale-silver dragon, Seasmoke. He was Laenor’s pride and joy; the pair were often seen in the skies with Rhaeny’s and Meleys. Laenor spending hours flying with his mother.

In both the show and the book lore, Laenor is a gay man, and it is actually widely known that he is. Rhaenyra too, knew and went forth with the marriage so they can live their lives as their true selves, but be seen complying with tradition. It was said that she and Laenor tried to do their duties, but they could not have children together.

Even though he knew his sons were not biologically his, Laenor still loved those boys dearly. Before the death of Harwin, Laenor had no issue with his wife being intimate with another man. In fact, he was happy for her. As she was for him - finding love with whatever man was brave enough to come forward as gay.

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cateyesinlove · 1 year

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Leanors life was comfortable.

There was no denying that.

However this had not been what he had expected when he agreed to marry Rhaenerya.

He had foreseen long days at court playing his part as the dutiful husband and loving partner, swaying ally’s to their side and rough training hours to keep his skills and show others what kind of king consort he would be, what kind of head his house he was. Now he trained day and night, he threw himself in the trill of the sword, he had beaten every knight and every guard in the red keep, every noble who desires to have a match with him was welcome to try but it was never enough, it didn’t matter to him how good he was when the one he truly wanted to fight was a coward. Never daring to come in front of him and Laenor deep down thanked the gods for it, knowing that if he had the opportunity to fight Ser Criston, he would kill him in the spot.

Ser Criston had not only killed the love of his life, he had forsaken Rhaenerya shortly after their wedding and turn his back to them turning into their enemy , shielded behind the skirts of Alicent as her lap dog meant that he had the freedom to run his mouth and try to insult his family. He had been there for most of it and was more than happy to shut him down. More than once he had demanded a duel between them for running his mouth, Alicent had him apologize in the spot and brush it off very easily.

What irked Laenor most was who they all think they were to judge his family, he might have not father the children with Rhaenerya in bed but he had been a father to them since he hold them for the first time, he had been there when each one of his sons was born, when they took their first steps, when they each bonded with a dragon. They were his sons. His, Rhaeneryas and Hardwin.

This is just a little thing that I have been working on and I was hoping to make a three fathers kinda content for the team black children including Rhaena and Baela. Have them get the interactions they deserve with their parents :(

#hotd #house of the dragon #game of thrones #ser laenor #laenor velaryon #ser laenor velaryon #harwin strong #ser harwin strong #rhaenerya targaryen #laenor x rhaenyra #harwin x rhaenyra #team black #ser laenor deserved better

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diorsdahlia · 1 year

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Another Chance (i)

AU! where Lucerys survives the attack on Storm's End and reunites with his father.

CW: mentions of death, funerals, grief

gif is from @daenerys-stormborn

author's note: no dialogues btw cause i am terrible at them!!

ii. iii.

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The rest of Westeros believe that Laenor Velaryon was killed in his family home, Driftmark. His burnt and unrecognizable body made it impossible to identify the corpse as his, but that did not stop his mother, Princess Rhaenys, from being hysterical. A funeral was held and everyone grieved for Laenor's death, everyone but two. Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon.

The former wife of Ser Laenor, Princess Rhaenyra was quick to marry her uncle, The Rogue Prince, Prince Daemon. This made others suspicious, but they were afraid to speculate and voice their thinking as one could take their words for treason. Rhaenyra was afterall still the heir to the Iron Throne. Perhaps, the heir did grieve Ser Laenor's absence, but not his death.

"A wise sailor flees the storm as it gathers," said Ser Laenor, countless times over the years. A storm was anticipated and the sailor decided to flee.

Unbeknownst to all, his death was faked. Laenor Velaryon is still alive, in Pentos. The sailor, by all means, was better off dead. This way, he could be with his true love, without causing anymore pain to his wife, and his wife would be with hers.

And it was decided, Laenor Velaryon will die, murdered, and his body burnt beyond recognition. At the same time, two men will ride off in a boat, to Pentos, which seemed like heaven to them. And it was. At least until the news of Prince Lucerys' death spread throughout the realm. Hearing this, the presumed dead Ser Laenor felt regret piling up in him.

Prince Lucerys was often called a bastard, not of Velaryon blood, but his death says otherwise. His bones will remain at sea, paralleling Velaryon funeral traditions. The prince died a dragon rider's death, like a Targaryen, and at sea, like a true Velaryon.

Ser Laenor was devastated at this, as he remembers Prince Lucerys as a sweet and caring boy, and also as his heir. His grief remains until a brown-haired boy washes up on the beach near him. Ser Laenor rushed to save the poor boy, not realizing who it was. The boy was carried into the house and was laid down near the fireplace, in a desperate attempt to heat his body up. It was then that Ser Laenor took note of his cloak, having the house Targaryen's sigil on it.

After 9 years, Prince Lucerys had reunited with his father, Ser Laenor Velaryon.

#lucerys velaryon #lucerys fanart #luke & laenor #laenor velaryon #rhaenyra targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #corlys velaryon #lord corlys #rhaenys velaryon #ser laenor velaryon

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ride-thedragon · 8 months

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Seasmoke only ever being ridden by the Heirs to Driftmark is so real of him.

Who can compete with his discography?

He's a Velayron dragon who deserves the best.

#house of the dragon #hotd #ser laenor velaryon #laenor valeryon #addam velaryon #addam of hull #seasmoke #house velaryon #i have to post more dragon content

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chasingthedragons · 6 months

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Armors of House Velaryon

1 - LORD CORLYS VELARYON in his battle armor. 2 - SER VAEMOND VELARYON wearing the armor of HOUSE VELARYON with an additional piece ath the neck and a cape. 3 - SER LAENOR VELARYON wearing the armor of HOUSE VELARYON with additional pieces at the neck and shoulders. 4 - Soldiers of HOUSE VELARYON in their armor.

> HIGHTOWER > TARGARYEN > BARATHEON > STRONG > ROYCE

#house of the dragon #hotd #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #house velaryon #lord corys velaryon #corlys velaryon #ser vaemond velaryon #ser laenor velaryon #hotd fashion

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nebulablakemurphy · 1 year

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The Queen’s Hand

(Part II: Curse of Harrenhal)

Prologue | Part I

The decision to move their family to Harrenhal did not come lightly. Y/N grappled with the thought of leaving her father to Alicent. But with Rhaenyra and Laenor setting sail to Dragon Stone with their children, to stay is a fool’s errand.

Harwin was right after all, they are happy as Lord and Lady. It has only been a few days since they’ve made the journey. The children have found themselves well at home. Y/N finds more joy in the title gained through marriage than the one she was born into. It is odd, without Rhaenyra and the rest of their family, but they will make the best of it.

The five of them are seated round the supper table. Harwin and Y/N at the head and foot, their children on either side.

“I would like to raise a toast. To your mother,” Harwin lifts his chalice, “my beautiful bride. And to you, our well mannered children. Without all of you this castle would not be a home.”

“Cheers,” Y/N raises her cup with a smile. “To you, my ever loving husband and our wonderful children.”

“Even mother thought well mannered a stretch.” Viserus chuckles, “cheers, never the less.”

“I said no such thing!” Y/N gapes at him.

“We needn’t hear the words, mother. Your face betrays you.” Aemmia cuts in, “cheers to us.”

“To us.” Geniysa says finally. “May we give you half the hell.”

“Geniysa,” Y/N attempts to fight back her smile. “Do not speak that way, it is unbecoming.” Her children are spitfires, just as she had been. The dragon blood courses strong through their veins. That’s what their grand sire, Viserys, had to say on the manner, anyway. The older they get, the more Y/N fears it may be true. Their sharp tongues and whit may truly out do her.

“Your mother loves you.” Harwin tells his children.

“As we love her, father. It’s just a bit of good fun. She’s been gloomy as of late, surely she misses her squabbles with Aunt Rhaenyra.” Viserus tells Harwin.

“Tis true,” Geniysa chimes in, “we thought a bit of back and forth might please her.”

“We wish only to make you proud.”

“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, I do miss my sister. As I’m sure you all miss your cousins. However the void is not yours to fill. As you live and breathe you have done enough, my dear children. We have made this decision with all of you in mind, we will be sure to visit our family in Dragon Stone soon.” Y/N lowers her gaze to the plate of food before her.

“Let’s eat.”

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The children settle into their rooms after bathing. Tomorrow Viserus will begin training with his father. A kindly step up from the likes of Criston Cole. The plans have been laid on a pit to house the family dragons. As of now, they remain in King’s Landing.

Y/N drifts to sleep with thoughts of flying free, on the back of her beloved dragon, Atara. If only all her dreams were so sweet.

The princess wakes in a cold sweat, her chest heaving for breath she can’t seem to find.

“What is it, my darling?” Harwin springs to action, arms winding around her, voice still rough with sleep.

“There was a fire. I can still smell the flames.” Y/N chokes out.

“Was only a dream.” He assures her.

Y/N brings a hand up to scrub at her aching forehead. “I need to see the children.”

“It is the middle of the night.”

“I need to see them safe, please?”

Harwin presses a series of kisses to the side of her face, behind the shell of the ear. “Very well.”

They stumble about the dimly lit corridors, visiting Aemmia and Viserus’ rooms without waking them.

As the door creaks open to their youngest daughter’s room, she wakes. Blinking slowly at the figures in the entryway “Mother? Father? Is something the matter?”

“Fear not, sweetheart. Your mother wishes only to watch you sleep.”

Geniysa huffs a laugh. “Where I would be in this world if you did not love me so, Mama? Whatever troubles you will keep til morning. We are all well tended.”

Y/N nods, “sorry to wake you.”

“I love you,” Y/N’s daughter calls. “And I will love you more on the morrow.”

“More on the morrow.” Harwin smiles at her, easing the door shut behind his wife. “Are you yet pleased, Y/N? All accounted for. Not a danger in sight.”

Y/N sighs, “back to bed with you,” she waves a hand at him.

“Will you be able to find sleep?”

“Aren’t you going to help me?” Y/N quirks a brow.

Harwin chuckles. “Trouble through and through, you are.”

“I do apologize.” Y/N murmurs, all teasing aside. “For rousing the house.”

“If this is the cost of loving you I will pay it, gratefully. You are not a bother.”

Y/N shakes her head. “My father was nearly driven out of his mind over the song of ice and fire.”

“That is different, my love.”

“These dreams cannot rule my hand.” She mustn’t allow them to govern her as they had the king.

Harwin sighs, “I will let no harm come to our family. I swear this to you.”

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“Y/N! Y/N!” The incessant shaking of her shoulders is what finally wakes her.

“Harwin?” Y/N squints into the darkness. Surely it is not yet morning.

“Let me help you dress.” Harwin all but drags her from the bed. Forcing her gown up over her shoulders. “Remember what I’ve sworn to you? No harm will come to our family.”

“I remember.” Y/N breathes out.

“You mustn’t panic, the maids are gathering the children. We need to leave, now.”

“What’s happened?”

“There’s a fire, started in the east wing. Traveling toward us quickly. We’ve safe passage out, but we must make haste.”

Y/N rushes to the door.

“Your grace.” Y/N’s handmaiden, Angette, waits just outside, with the Princess’s daughters.

“Where’s Viserus?”

“The door is blocked and it will not budge, we have all tried Princess.”

“Out of the way.” Harwin moves swiftly past them to his son’s room. “Viserus!”

“Father! The door has sealed itself shut.”

“Stand away from the door, I’m going to bring it down.” Harwin tells him. And he does try, time and time again. Ramming his shoulder into the wood for what feels like an eternity, before he finally stops. “Give me a moment.”

“Do not leave me!” Viserus cries.

“I will not leave you,” Y/N assures her son. Cheek pressed to the door between them, desperately. “I will never leave you. Your father went to find something to pry the door open.”

“It’s hard to breathe, mother.”

“I know, my sweet, only a moment more.” Y/N coughs, the smoke clouds looming around them.

“Here we are.” Harwin returns with the fire pick, wedging it into the door closure…again it will not move.

Y/N turns to her husband, eyes wet with fear and ash. “What will we do?”

Harwin inhales deeply. “We have to go outside.”

“What?” Y/N demands, grabbing his arm.

“Viserus, I need you to listen carefully.”

“I am.”

“Steal yourself, my boy. The door is lost, we must find another way.”

“But father the window…tis too high up.”

“I know you are afraid, but we are going to fight. Will you fight with me?”

“Yes, father.” The boy agrees.

“Go to the window, open it, let the fresh air in.” Harwin instructs, aware of Y/N fingers restlessly clutching his back. “Take to your bed, grab the thickest coverlet and toss it down.”

“It’s done.” Viserus calls.

“Well done, son.” Harwin tells him. “Now tie the bottom and top sheets together, taut as you can. Bring the bed frame to the window and anchor the fitted sheet to the post.”

“Now what?”

“Toss the loose end out the window and await my instruction.”

“I am frightened.”

“You are brave,” Harwin corrects him.

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“Princess…you are injured.” Angette nods to the ruins of her dress.

“Mother!” Aemmia rushes to her side.

Y/N shakes her head, “it’s nothing.” She knows not of her injuries, nor does she care.

“Gather beneath the window. Each of us must hold a corner. Keep your grasp tight, leave only a bit of give, lest he tear straight through.” Harwin locks eyes with Aemmia as he speaks.

His daughter nods, taking stance with her mother and sister.

“Viserus, now is the time! You must scale down the wall using the sheet. Let go when you reach the bottom and we will catch you.”

“I can’t.”

“My darling, you must!” Y/N calls. “You will not fall, I swear it. Trust in us, we are your family.”

On trembling legs, their only son steps out onto the window sill. Clutching fast to his bedding.

“There we are.” Harwin encourages. “That is the way.”

“Magnificent job, brother.”

“You’re nearly there.”

The praises sound until Viserus is at the end of his line. Dangling no more than a few feet overhead. When he finally lets go, the feeling is no different than flying.

The material of the blanket shifts under his weight, drawing the four corners together and those manning them by proxy. But he is free and he is safe.

————————————🌱———————————

The journey home takes several days. They have two horses, but the carriage was burned to ash. Most of the trek is made on foot, kind people along the way offer aide and safe passage. A kindness to be rewarded handsomely.

The guards behave oddly when Y/N arrives back at the castle. She reasons it is because they are not expecting her back so soon. The family is escorted to the grand hall, though none are dressed accordingly.

Y/N can see her father and Alicent at the forefront, absolutely beside themselves.

The guardsman announces their presence to the crowded room. “The princess, Y/N Targaryen and prince consort Ser Harwin Strong, with their children, Prince Viserus Strong, Princesses Aemmia and Geniysa Strong.”

Y/N makes haste to her father, desperate to know why all the long faces. Viserys meets her half way, fussing endlessly about her face, her hair. “Father,” she stills his hands. “What is the matter?”

“My girl. I thought you…I saw the remains of the castle myself. They told us you were…” Viserys chokes up, “there was nothing left.”

“I am here, father.” Y/N embraces him, watching Alicent’s expression over his shoulder. Even she looks relieved, one hand held briefly over her heart. “I am here.”

“We must have the Maester.” Alicent murmurs to her servant.

“Yes, your Grace.”

“Stay put this time, will you?” The king pleads. He cannot stand this or anything of the sort.

“We shall see.” Y/N agrees, perhaps things will be different now. “There is something else you need know.”

“Then speak it,” Viserys insists.

“We all know the curse of Harrenhal. How it passes judgment.”

“Y/N-”

“I do not think the house set fire to itself. Viserus’ door was jammed shut, sealed in a way we could not open.”

Viserys’ eyes widen a fraction, then his gaze turns from his daughter, to the masses. “My Daughter, Princess Y/N, and her family have been viciously attacked.”

The room is silent, save for gasps of surprise.

“Let it be known, that any attack on my daughters or their houses is a direct attack on your king. Offenders will be punished to the fullest extent of the law!”

Part III

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