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blueberrypancakesworld · 16 days

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I will protect you in the time to come

Aegon Targaryen (son of Aenys i) x fem!reader

warning : comfort, fluff, kiss, small wound, implied fight, small angst

Summary : During the royal walk, the carriage carrying the Prince of Dragonstone is stopped by the faithful and his chambermaid is harmed…the young prince must be angry about the interruption, right? And why is a tincture brought to her? But above all, what is the prince doing outside her room in the evening?

Info : I didn't think it would start with Aeon the uncrowned but the tragedy is just too good not to make it a little better with some sweet stuff. Alse have fun ;)

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In the year twenty-seven after Aegon's conquest, the second child of Queen Ayssa was born, a boy named Ageon like his grandfather. Aegon the uncrowned as he would go down in the books of the Masters and the minds of men.

A young man who looked more like his grandfather than his own son. Aegon a skillful fighter with axe and sword well-bred and more elegant and kind than his uncle Maegor could ever be.

A good prince, a prince who, however, in the year forty-one after Aegon's conquest at fifteen, still had no dragon. His violet eyes on the sky, his hands wrapped around his sister's body to keep from falling off Dreamfyre, his older sister Rhaena's dragon. ,,I can see why you like flying so much," he told her a little louder to fight the wind that seemed so much stronger up here than on the ground.

He heard her laugh, her courageous and determined manner, what was once shy without Dreamfyre was now a young woman who seemed to take after her grandmother. ,,Then hold on tight because it's going down!" she shouted and one command later the dragoness swooped down seeming to break through clouds and tame the wind while the followers on the ground waiting for the two highborn looked on with wonder and concern.

Aegon held on tighter and closed his eyes for a moment he knew what the dragon was to his family but he himself...he was a prince without a dragon the second generation after the conquest and a man without a dragon...a shame.

But it wasn't just him who had thoughts, but also the king and the people, thoughts and whispers that disappeared with the roar of Dreamfyre, who landed with a swirl of dust in the courtyard of Dragonstone.

The non-violet eyes of the girl of the same age rested on the prince as she watched him rise from the dragon and look happier than his princess sister. ,,I hope the flight was pleasant, my prince?" she asked, walking slightly behind him, her gaze narrowed even though she glanced at him from time to time.

To the side, she could see the bright white moon-colored hair, the violet eyes and the axe on his belt. ,,As pleasant as a flight with my dragon sisters can be...says father has contacted me?" the prince asked, stopping for a moment at the entrance to the tower, surprising her who thought he was going in and showing the chambermaid surprise.

She nodded and handed him the letter with the royal seal, ,,It arrived during the river, my prince," she said and felt his warmth, a fire in the prince as he took the letter from her, his fingertips touching only a moment before he decided to leave with a ,,Thank you".

A letter a hearing with a father, a letter that had an effect a letter that caused him to marry his elder sister a match that was foreseeable, the flights together and that they got along well was just one thing and yet it was a political marriage.

A fact that not only Aegon and Rhaena were aware of but also she knew that it was a dream a daughter of the master at arms a reverie nothing more and yet it had to come.

The feast on Dragonstone, though full of money and rich in food and wine, was a feast in which the widow queen Visenya stormed out, enraged by her nephew's decision.

A wedding in which the young chambermaid was also present at the back tables to see Lady Flame as he had always called her...at least before the wedding. A nickname for dragons not for me she thought and took another bite of the meat pie as she looked at the dance floor and saw the siblings dancing a dragon dance together and singing in Valyrian.

,,We'll find you a good match, daughter, ,,I've already found a few knights with land," her father, who was standing next to her, pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked at his hard face, the slightly white beard and the sword on one side that he always wore.

Her father could be gracious and domineering and above all stubborn about a decision she painfully knew she would have to make.

,,Yes father that would be nice" she replied and looked down at her plate and fork and suppressed a sigh My days on Dragonstone and with him are gone she thought sadly and took a big sip of the wine floating in her cup she didn't want to think about it now.

Unaware that a pair of eyes was on her and a look just as sad was searching for hers sooner or later. And so the wedding passed and the royal progress through royalty was about to begin a journey that was ill-starred.

The couple boarded the great carriage together with their servants who sat opposite them and offered food and drink when the couple requested it. ,,Have a nice journey my princes and princesses," she greeted them and bowed slightly, stepping aside to give them a nod and a hint of a smile from Rhaena, but from Aegon came a ,,Thank you, we will have that with your help," a fact that amused him and made him smile, much to the chagrin of his wife who was annoyed that she couldn't ride Dreamfyre.

Closing the door and the horses moving, the royal frog-step began and out of the castle onto the streets of the great city, a journey that would only be interrupted by minutes of joy.

They both looked at the future queen, who looked beautiful in a reddish dress with black dragons embroidered on it and golden rings with precious stones that emphasized her violet eyes.

But he, Aegon, whom she had known for years, looked like a king, his robe dark with golden red embellishments and a ring with an onyx and ruby that looked like flames in the light, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword and his axe hidden under his cloak.

But when his eyes settled on hers with a gleam of knowledge, she glanced hastily at her shot, not seeing the smirk and the way he leaned forward. ,,Two goblets of wine, please, my maids" he said happily, and she and the others set about offering the two goblets she already had in her hands and was about to hand them to the two of them when a sudden jolt went through the carriage.

Not strong enough to overturn it, but it was enough to spill a little of the wine. There was silence for a moment before Aegon stood up and opened a small flap to look at one of his companions, ,,What happened?" he asked and saw that it was no longer just the people who had gathered around them.

He saw the rainbow-colored stars, the followers of the faith of the seven, throwing dirt at the carriage and making threats. ,,The followers of the faith, my prince, we should get out of here," the royal household heard inside and the chambermaid held the other two behind her protectively, putting her arm in front of them to protect them, who were another two years younger.

,,If I had taken Dreamfyre with me," she heard Rhaena murmur, crossing her arms and not at all happy with the situation, but there was also worry in her violet eyes.

Humans seemed to be deadlier than dragons. Only moments later, there was the sound of screams, the neighing of horses and the first shouts of betrayal. The carriage was suddenly lifted and the people inside came crashing to the ground, and another crash barely set the hood right again.

Dizziness briefly ran through her vision as she lay on and under her fellow servants trying to help them up and then the princess holding on to the wood. ,,Go out to one of the attendants on horseback!" she called to Rhaena, helping her up as best she could and opening the door to the back where one of the lords pulled the princess onto the back of the horse and rode back to the castle.

The prince Aegon she thought and wanted to rush back into the carriage when someone grabbed her by her white hood and tore some hair off her head. Her scream was drowned out by the crowd and she turned around to see the hate-filled eyes of the faithful, ,,She's under there, she's part of the pack!" shouted one of the priests and hands grabbed her dress, seeming to want to pull her into the crowd for worse.

Rushing to the carriage, she kicked one of the men away as best she could, grabbed the door and was about to enter when something sharp hit her arm and the first weapons were drawn. ,,Come here, hold on!" shouted a familiar voice and inside the carriage stood Aegon, who grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside, her fear-filled eyes meeting his determined, angry gaze.

,,Stay with me, flame," he said more calmly and actually held her tighter before he reached for his sword and opened the door, behind which one of the last vassals was already waiting and the two of them jumped onto the carriage horse, he pulled her up and held her, not letting her go, not handing her over to the pack and Aegon untied the ropes.

,,Back to the castle, away from these unworthy bastards!" he shouted the order before the young prince and the rest of them made their way back to the castle in the gallop back to safety where nothing could happen.

But his one hand was still wrapped around her and he pressed her to him, his rapid heartbeat could be felt, ,,Everything will be all right," he said and urged the horse to run even faster to get back to safety.

But she complied with his command, closing her eyes, hearing the wind, his breathing, the beating of their two fast hearts, the smell of steel and smoke, his engaging body against hers...almost as if she were flying on a dragon high above the clouds, saving them.

But it was over as soon as the group arrived at the castle courtyard with the prince, the city guard was sent to deal with the perpetrators and the king intervened to protect his children, who remained in their apartments for the time being while the royals dealt with the incident.

The servants who had been released for the day were also trying to get ready in their small room. She still seemed to be able to hear the crowds and the fear.

The trembling of her hands was only an indication of this as the thoughts that formed were all of horrible events she would have died, been raped or tortured scary thoughts that would haunt her.

She had walked up and down hundreds of times with a bowl of water and a cloth to lightly clean the wound and yet the cut seemed relatively tight that it would have needed stitches, something she could not do herself.

The candles in her room the stone room lit the small fireplace the only room with a fireplace a fact Aegon had taken care of as well as the holder on the wall where she could place her wooden sword a sword that reminded her of her childhood when she had trained with the prince under her father's supervision sometimes secretly and sometimes in the courtyard of the castle.

The banner on the Targaryen wall was another gift from the prince when he gave it to her on the day of a tournament when they were both still children and yet it had meant everything to her. ,,So much of you and so little of me," she murmured, knowing that she would see less of him, a future king would not need chambermaids to look after him, he would grow up and simple slaves or servants would take care of him.

Sinking into self-pity again, she was torn from her thoughts by a knock on her door. Looking out of the small window, she saw the moon high in the sky, a fact that could only be one of her servant friends.

Perhaps they wanted to say thank you? Perhaps they were afraid? Or maybe they just needed company? But when she opened the door, hiding her wound under her dress and rolling down her sleeve, the young prince stood in her doorway. ,,Aegon…my prince, what are you doing here?" she asked, more confused than calm, and automatically made way as he simply walked in and closed the door behind him.

The fact that he didn't say anything made her nervous, his violet eyes looking around and the room seeming far too small when it only took a few steps for them to be next to or near each other again. ,,You have shown courage today my lady flame," he said suddenly, looking into the fireplace at the small flames before reaching for the few stacks of wood and throwing another log into the flames.

A dragon like him did not froth but she was all the more alone at night without him, without her dragon. ,,Please don't call me that anymore my prince what are you doing here it's late and you must be exhausted" she mumbled and looked at her hands not wanting to meet his gaze only heard a smirk before he simply sat down on her bed.

,,What should I call my chambermaid? A friend, a slave, the armorer's daughter, the future lady of a knight or my lady flame," he listed the names and she felt her cheeks heat up and she couldn't resist his "come closer", the knocking on her bed told her where he wanted her. Nervousness and tension in her body as she sat down next to him, he smiled at her and she didn't understand what he wanted.

On the contrary, she feared he was making fun of her. ,,Please Aegon my prince if-" she started, looking at him and flinching when she suddenly felt his hand on her arm, pain showing in her eyes and she saw Aegon showing that anger again like before the escape. ,,Those traitors hurt you and that will never happen again," he seemed to promise and suddenly he took out a small wooden box containing a white ointment for her wound.

Something she had seen in the masters, an ointment to heal wounds and relieve pain. Pulling away from him out of fear that it would only hurt her more, out of anger that this marriage was taking place and out of insecurity that he was only using her, she withdrew from the bed and seemed to flee from the fireplace.

,,Aegon you-you call me my lady but I am not, I am not the princess, I am a common daughter so please tell me in the name of whatever I am worth to you what you want?" she asked desperation in her voice and her eyes felt with slight tears shining in the fire turned away from him. It was too much, the day was too much and she was too exhausted to try to do well in front of him.

Hiding her face in her hands in shame and pain, she could only hear Ageon approaching her. Slowly and quietly he began to take her hands away, a Valyrian song came over his lips and he gently placed a hand on her cheek.

,,You are in my heart my lady, my flame that has always lit me up when the realm saw me as weak, you are the daughter of a fearless man and so you are…today on the carriage ride I was afraid for you for your death but you-you saved my wife even though you didn't have to" he began and wiped away a few tears that flowed down her warm cheeks before he reached for the ointment again and let his words work on her and the Valyrian song echoed through the room again before he pulled up her sleeve.

Her protests were drowned in a painful and sadly soothing on as he gently applied the white ointment to the wound with two fingers. ,,Please Aegon…what's the point of this I'll be gone and you'll be king" she sniffled finally looking into his violet eyes that showed understanding and something like affection as he leaned down to kiss her wound and pull her away.

,,What's the point? I was a jester not to realize what you felt and did for me. I can do anything I want as king and a king can take women…a prince wants to take you and not look at you from afar anymore," he confessed, breaking the silence as the fire flickered, making their two shadows dance and he gently pulled her closer.

,,I always want to look at you so close from the throne, from your bed and mine, from dragonback or horseback riding…I want you to stay with me forever my brave beautiful flame lady" he murmured coming closer to her overcoming the last moments between them and kissing her giving her the kiss that was long overdue, her hands holding onto him holding onto her dragon holding onto her prince holding onto her heart.

Aegon did the same, holding her and not letting go, the dragon had found his second wife who would always be his first choice. His lady flame his love that he would now begin before it was too late. ,,I love you" he murmured to her finally saying the words she had longed to hear ,,I've always loved you" she replied a smile forming on her lips that he had longed for before he held her close his words assuring her that everything would be alright.

That he would do his "royal" duty but his sister also preferred other societies, that once Aenys gave him and Rhaena the crowns the Targaryen tradition would be something he would enforce…for his Lady Flame the young prince would do anything, together with his sister he would rebel against their common uncle not knowing that the love they three would experience in those times would end with his death but until the flames of Balaerion enveloped him the only flame in his dragon heart was his beloved Lady.

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Hope the Aegon lovers liked it, the poor boy shouldn't have had all this happen to him

Targaryentuesday 1 - Aegon (Son of Aenys I)

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blueberrypancakesworld · 8 days

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Between the books is love

Prince/Archmaster Vaegon Targaryen x fem!reader

warning : mentioned children death, alcohol (drinking wine), fluff, comfort, holding hands, no use of Y/n

Summary : Jahaerys and Alysanne had many children princes and princesses but the seventh would go down as Archmaster Vaegon and early prince. A young man who favours books over others, but is that true? Is it true that he cannot love or is the young prince hiding something like everyone else at court?

Info : I wanted to write for Vaemond for a long time and I thought he needs some fluffy in his life have fun reading ;)

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King Jahaerys the first of his name, the old king, the wise a man, a king and a father of thirteen children princes and princesses born to his beloved sister queen Alysanne Targaryen.

A royal couple who were probably among the most loved in history, rightly and wrongly, as duty, marriage and honour were something that would haunt the royal family, causing the deaths of many princes and princesses and rumoured to be a companion to the Dance of the Dragons.

But above all, the family was meant for the many different personalities of the children from the sweet little princesses who loved to have dolls and cats, the older sister who was a better fighter than some knights, the kind and respectful princes who could make it to king and the little runaways who caused trouble to the gentle simple ones.

Or the seventh son Vaegon Targaryen the only one of his family and one of the few with the blood of the dragon who neither had one nor was and would become king or prince for life.

The middle-born prince who never seemed to smile, who spent his silver-gold head behind books day in and day out seemed inquisitive, polite when it mattered and yet never did his duty again.

You never saw him fighting with his brothers, playing the harp or even in the dragon pit he was almost an oddity as if he was a shadow of his parents whose grief and emotions had turned away from him due to the many losses of his siblings. ,,An eccentric through and through who can't even fight properly...pathetic for a prince," she heard Alyssa say, sitting with her ladies in waiting in the garden under the white boy with the blood-like red leaves.

The princess and her high-born friends were surrounded by sweet food and bitter wine on a sunny day that had not started well. Taking a sip of the wine to stifle her words, she looked around.

She loved days like this when the sun was warm and she could just sit here with her friends and the princess, but thinking about tomorrow made her sad.

A kind of royal breakfast had been arranged in the great hall and the court had been invited to celebrate the alliance with a house, but there was an argument between Vaemond and her friend Alyssa.

The two-eyed woman had still not forgiven her younger brother for insulting his former fiancée and sister Daella as stupid. He shouldn't have said something like that back then, it was rude…but Alyssa is so mean, she thought, not realising how one of her friends was now trying to speak to her for the third time.

,,By the fire breath of Meyleys, where are your thoughts?" she finally heard the question and winced as the wine in her silver cup almost dripped onto the book on her lap and she quickly put the cup down.

,,Nowhere-nowhere, I'm just enjoying the day," she assured, but saw that her friends had seen through her and smiled. They all knew who each other fancied, some fancied a knight, others a lord, a merchant's son or Alyssa her brother, but they also knew that one of them fancied someone in particular.

,,Just enjoying the day? Or the thought of Vaegon giving you a look at breakfast today?" Lady Velaryon asked, her seahorse necklace moving slightly as she came closer, her eyes twinkling to depict the scene. While Alyssa put on an offended expression and mumbled about buffalo while making a grumpy expression.

Shaking her head slightly but not finding it funny, she rolled her eyes, ,,He doesn't like to smile and he's not always nice when he needs to be but he's a prince with a sense of duty and…well, pretty eyes," she defended herself and moments later was enveloped in a group hug by Alyssa and the others who all laughed together.

She appreciated her friends for that, they all supported each other and had even managed to have several meetings in the gardens and the courtyard, it was only a matter of time before they would all find a husband, the laughing flowers as they are sometimes called because of their different colour dresses and their hearty laughter.

The meeting that took place in the garden slowly came to an end in the afternoon as the princess had to go to Valyrian lessons and the others went about their own business. She, on the other hand, almost ran into the library where she had volunteered to dust books and refill candles.

A task she was quickly assigned by the servants who were happy not to do this as it was considered boring but not for her she liked reading love stories and dragons in addition to the ancient knowledge of the Archmasters. It was simply soothing and, above all, she could always see Vaegon sitting at a table with a pile of books next to him.

Opening the wooden door and going inside, it didn't take her long to grab the bucket of new white kezrne and a feather duster next to it and start crawling up the stairs into the upper, narrower and not insignificantly high compartment.

,,You always look like a spider," Alyssa had once said, removing spider threads from her hair as they only cleaned softly up there, but she didn't mind. It was a place where she could see everything and enjoyed reading alone or watching the prince in an almost forbidden way.

Time passed as she removed some of the cobwebs that almost enveloped the books, dusted them off and left them in there for a while before sorting them and replacing the candles in the shelves.

Some time passed and she heard the door open again, but a glance told her that it was neither one of the servants nor the castle's own master, it was her favourite Vaegon.

Just as she thought, he went to the shelves to get his books but she felt nervous when she saw him suddenly take the stairs up here.

looking down and smiling at him, ,,Good day my Prince Vaegon a pleasure to see you" she greeted him and felt the warmth on her cheeks as she looked into the violet eyes. Saw that he looked a little surprised when he saw her and looked at the books as he seemed to have found one. ,,My lady, could you give me the book on the ancient ores of Valyria, second shelf, third row?" he asked, pointing to the row in question.

Nodding hastily, she turned round and looked for it, feeling her heart beat faster as he called her My Lady and heard his quieter, ,,Thank you for making the effort" as he slowly descended the stairs again and waited for her.

She took the book he had meant to find and decided to fetch the ores and the dust mop later. Descending the stairs with the book in her hand, she had her eyes on Vaegon rather than her feet, which caused her to let out a startled cry as she stepped next to a ladder rung and lost her footing.

She clutched the book as if it would give her support, closing her eyes in fear of the pain as if that would make it any better. But instead of hitting the ground with a thud, she felt someone pulling her close.

Someone was holding her just too tightly, their fingers closed around her body and a smell of leather, wax and wine was coming towards her. ,,Are you all right?" was the first thing she heard as she looked into the completely worried face of Vaegon, who had slowly sat down on the floor while her body lay in his arms. His violet eyes showed life, emotion and concern for someone who was not himself for the first time.

He could feel some care that came from something deeper, otherwise she was sure he would have just let everyone else go down. His fingers holding her arms still didn't let her go and she just nodded slowly, ,,Yes-yes I'm fine thank you Vaegon" she replied, almost whispering, the shock and fear making her slightly fuzzy, her hands still closed tightly around the book and she held it out to him appathetically as if it was her life's work.

But then she heard something she had never heard before his laughter he laughed and laughed he thought it was hilarious that she was holding the book out to him and hugged her even closer. ,,Oh my lady you're ready for anything sweet and amusing" he said and she saw the surprised sparkle in his violet eyes as he slowly rose and pulled her to her feet.

His hand still gripped hers as he gave her another thank you and led her to his table, ,,Please take care lady and join me," he said, pointing to the chair next to him where he helped her up and slid one of his books over to her which contained Royal Houses of the First Men.

,,Light reading to ease your mind and distract you I wouldn't want anything to happen to you" he said and squeezed her hand lightly before opening his book and staying with her talking to her about books, wine and the citadel, his house, her house but above all he didn't let go of her hand and kept stroking and squeezing it to signal to her that he was there.

A prince would protect her whether with a smile or without one Vaegon was there for her he could very well feel something and it was a love hidden between two bookworms who saw each other more than once in the library and not just to read.

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