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Hi <3

I loved everything you wrote about Aegon. Could you please write some oneshot/headcanons (you decide) in wich Reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter and Aegon always loved her since childhood but they had a enemies to lovers relationship (she is a girl just like Arya/Lyanna personality and is always teasing him). But in episode 8, she is bethroed to Aemond and he needs to say to her his feelings. You can decide the ending, thank you :)

(Sorry my bad english :/)

Quick up 📅 - I kinda forgot abt the part where she's Rhaenyra's kid. It may have slipped my mind as soon as I read Arya's name lol. Anyhoo-

The Wolf And The Dragon

Aegon II Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Explicit language

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off! Maybe indulge in a battle to the death with your sweet ol' granny. Probably steal your beloved pet.

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: It's kinda long ngl, but sickeningly sweet! Oh, yeah. Aegon isn't married to Helaena in this one. For my own sake, she's with her loving husband, Lord Sth-Sth of Sth-Sth. Cheers!

One of her father's men was dragging the young lady through the training grounds as the boys trained with Ser Criston and Ser Harwin. They all stopped to stare at her and the knight. She was biting, scratching and kicking at him.

"What do you care?! Seven Hells, let go!"

The man stopped and grabbed her by her small shoulders. He'd had enough of the little lady's antics for one day. He shook her as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Child, I've been there for all your life, I won't stand to watch you try and get yourself killed." The knight's face was turning red with anger. "You're of one and ten, you can't be walking around the capital without anyone to keep you safe! Do you realize what could have happened?!"

"Fuck. You." The girl hissed as she stomped down on the man's foot and spat in his eyes. She bolted, the man following close behind, while still trying to wipe the spit from his eyes.

"You wild beast, get back here!"

"She truly is a beast..." Aegon whispered to his brother and nephews as they all watched the knight tackle the kid to the ground.

"Ser Karstark, don't you think that's enough!" Harwin yelled out.

"Oh, want to come and deal with this thing yourself, Breakbones? It's not as easy as I make it look." Ser Brennard Karstark choked on his last few words, a small elbow slamming into his neck.

The girl got back on her feet, making a run for it once more.

On the next day, Ser Karstark was dragged the girl in the opposite direction, towards the training grounds this time. He was sporting a big purple bruise on his neck.

"I've told you so many times now, cub. You want to train, fine! I'll teach you! But picking attacking the guards is not the way to do it!"

The little lady only huffed in response as she reached down to her blade. She turned her head to the side, then struck.

Ser Karstark took a step back, the tip of the dagger almost making contact with his face.

"It is customary to wait for your opponent to bear arms before you try and chop his head off, wildling."

"As if anyone would wait for me."

She struck again, the knight dodging once more. Lady Stark circled around her opponent, her small eyes sizing him up.

To everyone's shock, the knight actually swung at her with his sword. The girl fell to the side as she rolled over, her silk tunic now covered in dirt.

"Good, good!" The knight nodded before he swung sideways.

She lowered her head, the blade of his sword passing right above it.

"Don't stay close to the ground for too long, cub..." Brennard warned as his took ahold of his sword with both hands. "The enemy will catch up on it eventually. And maybe do this!"

He yelled out as he put his whole strength into trying to lodge the sword into the girl's skull. She got back up. Her dagger was quick to find its target, slicing the knight's hand open.

Brennard looked at the blood that was spilling out of his hand, then at her.

"You play dirty, girl..."

"I do not wish to fight with honor when I can just do this."

Her small fist was now aiming for Brennard's nose. He let go of his sword, leaving it to stand there with the tip lodged into the ground below their feet. He caught her small hand by the wrist and punched her instead. The girl fell on her back, head slamming into the ground.

"Karstark!" Both Criston and Harwin yelled out, making their way towards the student and her teacher.

"Stand back! She wants to fight, so she'll fight!" Brennard yelled in return."Get up!"

Lady Stark jumped to her feet, eyes narrowing as she wiped the blood from her mouth. She used the moment to tackle her opponent to the ground.

"Finish the job." Brennard whispered to the child. "Do not let your enemies walk away. Do it!"

The girl's fingers found their way around the dagger that was hanging on the knight's side. She pulled it out and put it to his throat. The child was smiling down at him, eyes glowing.

"I win?"

Brennard laughed out as his hand ruffled through the short locks of hair on her head.

"You win! We'll make a fine soldier out of you, you'll see."

The two got up, each sporting a warm smile.

"Ya promise?"

Brennard nodded his head.

"But your training is not over yet." He turned to look at the two knights that stood close behind him. "We've seen you can tackle a grown man down to the dirt, but how will you manage with someone closer to your age and speed? Perhaps you should go against one of the young princes?"

Criston nodded. Him and Harwin went back to the boys.

"Prince Aegon against lady Stark then." He said as he motioned for the boy to take a step forward.

Aegon didn't move an inch towards the younger girl that was now staring at him with a devilish grin on her face. She scared him. She fought dirty and wasn't scared to take a blow to the face, even when it came from a grown man that was thrice her size. The girl didn't stand above stealing her enemy's weapon and using it against them either. On the contrary, if it were a real threat in front of her, she would have sliced the man's throat. The young prince realized everything he'd learned from both Ser Criston and Ser Harwin was useless against someone like her. Aegon had only heard of tales of the northmen, of their cold hearts and brutal ways. But now there was one in front of him. A child of winter and ice. A ball of rage with unruly, short hair. If Aegon didn't know her already, he would've thought it was a boy that stood in front of him.

There were no lavish dresses for her. No needlework. No singing. She was dirty nails. Unkempt hair. Grime. Blood. Sweat. Dirt. Adventure. Flying arrows. Hiss of daggers. Clash of swords.

"Ye fighting or what, aye? Don't have a whole day to wait ye." Her strong accent came through. She'd gone over and picked her weapon back up. The girl was waiting for the prince to come back to his senses, foot tapping impatiently as she twisted and turned the blade in her hand.

The fight was over pretty soon. The lady had knocked her prince down, elbow to his face. Ser Brennard knew what was going to happen, but made no move to stop his student. She broke his nose with that hit.

"I'd say ya fight like a girl, but... ya know..." She shrugged her shoulders at him as Karstark dragged her away with a proud smile on his face.

Eight years later Aegon had grown into a handsome young man. He'd grown into his soft features. His pale blue eyes stared at his feet, as kicked at some small rocks. Short strands of silver-white hair framed his face perfectly. He kept his hair on the shorter side. It was easier to manage.

Him and his brother stood next to the wide open gates that led into the castle's grounds. Aemond, unlike his older brother, had his hands folded neatly behind his back, waiting patiently.

"I don't understand, why did mother have to send us..."

Aemond nodded his head, signaling to his brother to look ahead. A group of sturdy looking men, covered in steel from head to toe, were coming fast towards them. At the front,just a few feet in away from the rest, a hooded rider. The jet black stallion this mysterious person was riding held its head high. The stomping of the horse's hooves had stopped.

"Prince Aemond! Prince Aegon!" A melodious, yet strong voice rang from underneath the hood.

"Lady Stark." Aemond greeted. "Welcome to the capital!"

The stranger hopped down from the horse and took their hood off. Aegon stared at her slack-jawed. There, in front of him, stood the most magnificent creature that had ever walked the earth. Porcelain skin w a scar here and there she'd most definitely got in battle. Sharp features, almost as sharp as the sword she had on her. Two big, bright eyes that shined with laughter. The only thing that reminded of the girl she once was, was her short dark hair. And her clothing. She'd never been the one to wear dresses. That hadn't changed either. Her long legs were covered in threadbare black pants that matched with her black tunic and boots.

"I trust your journey was pleasant?" Aemond asked out of politeness.

A short "aye" left her full lips, eyes trained on Aegon.

"Yer nose healed well, me Prince. Though it would seem there's something wrong with yer jaw..." She pointed towards his face, calloused fingers showing from underneath the sleeve. Her northern accent made a shiver run down Aegon's spine.

He couldn't bring himself to say something, the words refusing to leave his mouth. He nodded with a faint smile.

"Shall we?" Aemond's voice could be heard again.

"If ye don't mind, me and me men had spent long time on the road without a good challenge. We need a good fight"

Her men had jumped from their horses too, now waiting for their lady. Ser Brennard Karstark was standing next to her.

"Training grounds are that way, aye?" She nodded to the left, her eyes never leaving the older brother.

"Right, let's get ye to the stables, big boy." She finally looked away as she turned towards the stallion and ran a hand through his black mane.

Lady Stark handed the reins to the stable boy that had approached her with a soft smile and a nod of her head. The lad melted at the sight, tripping over his feet as he walked away.

"Ye two comin'?"

The woman walked away, her father's bannermen following close behind.

"Would love some audience while I kick this old bastard's arse to the ground." She pointed towards Ser Karstark as she and her men laughed.

"We'll see about that, Young Wolf." Ser Brennard said, even though he knew that was going to be the most likely outcome.

Two weeks had passed since lady Stark had arrived to the capital. For Aegon, it felt like it was years ago. They'd been spending most of their time together, much to the Queen's dismay. At least they had the decency to drag Aemond along.

On the first night in the capital, the young woman suggested they go for a drink. When the second born son of Viserys the Peaceful suggested they stay in the Red Keep, both Aegon and her laughed in his face.

They snuck out of the castle later that night in search of a tavern. Aegon, being a frequent visitor to most of them, made the choice.

Soon after they'd entered the establishment, lady Stark challenged them to a bet, saying she'd drink them both under the table. Aemond, being Aemond, refused. Aegon accepted almost immediately.

He was in shock. The woman that sat in front of him was perfect. She cursed like a sailor. Told all the dirty jokes she could think of. Even challenged some stranger to a fist fight to celebrate her winning the bet. The Young Wolf didn't even bother to take his hundred gold dragons she'd won fair and square, but instead slapped his hand away.

"It's not about the money, me Prince!" She laughed out as she punched the stranger square in the jaw. "It's the thrill!"

The three returned back to the castle only when the light of the sun had started to bounce off the waters of Blackwater Bay. Aemond walked in front of them, impatient to get as far away from the two drunk idiots. They walked with a slow pace, hands thrown over eachother's shoulder and words slurring.

"One of them cods got ya good, me Prince, no offense meant" She said to Aegon with a grin. "If it weren't for me, that arse would'a split yer head open."

"Good thing you were around to save me then, my fair lady..." Aegon responded. He came to a sudden stop, his face contorting in agony. His hand unwrapped from the woman's shoulders as he bent forward and let out all he'd consumed right where they stood.

Instead of cringing in disgust, the Stark laughed hard, tears pricking at her eyes. She ran a hand through her short hair.

"Now from that yer knight in shinin' armor can't save ye, I am sorry."

Aemond grabbed his brother by the scruff, pulling him back up.

"We'll get caught with all the noise you're making, we have to go. My lady..." He looked at her, hoping at least one sober thought would make its way back into her head.

The Young Wolf howled again, hand patting Aegon on the back as he choked.

"What got yer knickers in a twist, hm? We've got all the time in the world."

" 'Tis but the truth!" Aegon said through coughs. "Do not worry, brother. I'll escort my, how did you say it...Ah, yes! Knight in shining armor back to her chambers."

Aemond didn't need to hear much else. He turned his back to them abruptly and left. The two snickered as they watched him walk away.

"Yer brother-" The woman threw her hand back over his shoulders as they began walking once more.

"Tell me about it." Aegon interrupted, doing the same as her.

After a detour that led them to the Kitchen Keep where they stuffed their faces with whatever was left from the dinner, Prince Aegon and lady Stark made their way towards her chambers. He'd promised to escort his savior back and he intended to do it.

As they neared the door, Aegon stopped her.

"This was the most fun I've had in a long while. Thank you, my lady."

"Aye, same here. Hanging around those old farts ain't as fun as it may look." She snorted.

The two laughed once more, then she dissappeared into her chambers, ready to sleep off the remainder of the day.

Aegon felt the same. He flopped down on his bed the second he found himself close enough to do it without smacking his head in the floor.

The same thing repeated the next day. Except Aemond wasn't with them. As the good prince he was, he'd ran to tell his mother about what his older brother and the lady Stak were busying themselves with.

The lady found herself sitting between the two brothers on that feast. She'd pulled her chair as close as possible to Aegon. On their last "walk" around the capital, she'd introduced him to the Skull and Dice game. The two now sat close to eachother, whisper-shouting the word "skull" as they rolled the dice and drank from their cups.

Aegon's grandsire and Hand of the King, Otto Hightower, was sitting across them. He smiled softly. The two were perfect for eachother. They shared the same interests- be it in books, hobbies or drinks. Why his daughter refused to give her oldest to the Young Wolf, he had no clue. She came from a great house, was trained in battle and proved to be quite intelligent, from what he'd heard her say. Sure, she liked drinking and venturing out of the Red Keep, and would also pick fights left and right. But so did his grandson.

Otto had come to the realization that the woman that sat next to his grandson was the way she was, not because she got to grow up in a castle where servants tended to each and every need of hers, but because she was raised amongst soldiers. Something her father had made sure of, once he agreed with the fact he won't be getting a proper lady out of her. The soldiers' ways had simply rubbed off on her.

Another thing that Otto had come to realize was how observant lady Stark was. She could be laughing and telling jokes, enjoying herself and her youth, but her trained eyes and ears were always turned to what was going on around her. She was a true northerner- rough and savage, but also loyal to the core and honorable. She'd be the perfect match for Aegon. If only his daughter would come to listen...

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems." Everyone's attention turned to the King. His gold mask was shimmering in the light of the candles as he spoke. "My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena..."

Viserys turned to face his second son, eyes darting to his first one and the Stark girl. He could sense it, all Hells were about to break loose with next couple of words.

"And my son, Aemond, will marry lady Stark, further strengthening the bond between our houses. A toast to the young Princes..."

They all raised their cups, except the silver haired man and the woman that was sitting next to him.

"Hear, hear!" Came from the Prince Daemon as he turned to smile at his brother.

Aegon didn't hear him. He was now staring at the Young Wolf, silently asking if what his father had said was true.

"If you'd excuse me!" He damn near shouted, eyes trained on Aemond, who in turn was staring in shock at their mother. Unlike Aegon, he knew a third betrothal would be announced on this feast. What he didn't know was that he'll be the one marrying the Stark.

"Aegon! Come back!" Alicent yelled after him, ready to follow.

"Don't, me Queen. I'll bring him back."

"Did you know?"

The halls were silent, all that could be heard were the muffled, hushed voices of his family, as the lot tried to listen in on the conversation.

"Did you know about it?!"

The woman stomped her booth on the ground, the sword that was hanging on her side shaking with the intensity. It was a warning for the prince to lower his voice.

"Aye, my father sent me for a reason. I didn't know I'd be marrying yer brother though..."

The young woman had shut the doors as she made her way out and into the corridors. There was no point, the whole room was now sitting in silence, listening on Aegon scream his lungs out.

"You can't!You won't!" The prince yelled out.

"Oh, what do ya care? Yer not the one gettin' tied down against yer will! Yer free to do as ye wish!" She said, her voice booming over his.

"So you don't want to marry him?"

"Are ye fuckin' jokin' , Aegon, yer brother is a twat and a half!"

Inside the room, Daemon could be heard laughing without shame. Aemond's jaw clenched, his smirk dissappearing as he stood up. Rhaenyra slapped her husband's arm, even though she herself was sporting a smile.

"Then don't fucking do it!"

"And what am I supposed to do, huh? Get back in there and tell yer father, my King, that I don't approve? That I, the daughter of the man that had sworn an oath to him, will not do as I'm commanded?"

"You and your oaths and orders... Is your pride so important that you'll willingly go against what your heart desires?!"

"Pride?" The word came out as growl." If it were for me pride, I wouldn't even be here. But I gave a word to me father and did as I was told... And what do ya, ye spoiled cod, know of what me heart desires? Hm?!"

"I know I've come to love you. Just as you have." Aegon took her hands in his, soft thumb rubbing over her rough skin. "I know that I love spending time with you. Just as you do."

Silence fell upon the halls once more as the prince thought of his next words.

"I've never met someone like you before. Someone that is so...me. You like to drink, you curse, you fight. You know all the dirty jokes and all drinking games. And even with all that, you know when to put an end to it, even if you don't want to. You're not afraid to sock me in the face when you know I'm being an arse. Or drag me all the way to the small council meetings, so I could fulfill my princely duties. Sit with me through those never-ending history lessons, even though you'd rather go outside and train. You keep me grounded. You always know what to do. You always know what is right. I'd like to think that I, for once, know too. It's you. But if you insist on carrying out this order..."

His hands reached for her face.

"Marry me instead. You came here to a marry a dragon, right? There's one in front of you right now. Begging, pleading for you to take him."

Silence. Again. Aegon searched for her eyes, searched for an answer in them. But found nothing. He sighed heavily, hands falling to his sides. The prince walked around her, head hanging low in embarrassment. He reached for the door handles, ready to get back inside and drink himself into a stupor. Or untill the high-pitched ringing in his ears went away.

"Ye sure talk a lot... It's a good thing though, I won't have to waste my breath no more...with ya around."

Their eyes met.

"What? Ye plan on standin' there all night?"

The doors swung open before Aegon could reach her. He turned back around, his eyes meeting those of his father.

"Or both of you could just come back inside and sit down? Your King is to make a new toast..."

Rough fingers wrapped around Aegon's. She was standing right there, next to him. He looked up from their intertwined hands. A toothy smile had found its way on his future wife's face.

"As me King commands..."

Viserys turned his back to them as he slowly made his way to his seat. The two followed close behind.

"We're finishing the game, right?" Aegon whispered to her.

"Go find the dice, ye threw it as ya stormed out." She laughed quietly.

The Wolf and her Dragon entered the room once more, hand in hand.

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