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elijahslittleprincess · 9 months

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In war and love

Summary : Daemon comes back from war injured and you are here for him.

You were reading a book In front of your chambers fireplace when you heard sound coming from outside yours and Daemon shared room. It wasn't usual because you were in a private and secluded place of the castle that only your husband and yourself were allowed to come to. Considering the fact that for a good month now Daemon departed for war, a frown appeared on your features and you decided to go see what it was.

When you opened the large door of the chamber, you found yourself face to face with your personal maid Mina, that looked quite erratic. The poor girl seemed panicked and you started to be worried to as she spoke in a hurry to you.

Oh you majesty thanks the lord you are awake! It's the prince~ He is back and...injured. We tried to take care of his wounds but he doesn't allows any of us close to him. I deplore to say that I'm quite desperate your Highness.

Your eyes went wide at her words, understanding that your husband was finally back in the castle and to your inner turmoil injured. You knew Daemon like you knew your own self, he wasn't the type to show weakness and allow others to see himself in a compromising position. Being injured and weak was one of them and you knew that apart from yourself, their was no one else he would allow near him in this situation.

Knowing that, you pushed away your frustration for not being informed right away of his arrival and just asked the young women where your dear husband was.

You weren't surprised at all to hear he still was in his dragon company in the lower part of the castle. After all, Daemon just loved this place and his dragon. So without further a do, you hurried to get to his side, your mind getting a bit overwhelmed with different scenarios possible.

Soon enough, you found yourself standing in front of the huge entrance of Caraxes home. A long breath escaped your lips as you prepare yourself to see Daemon after a week apart. You honestly never could pinpoint the reason but it always was a sources or stress and anxiety to see him after he went to battle...especially now that he came back injured. What if he was in a terrible condition, what if his injury were not something you could help him with this time...

You found yourself shot out of your wandering mind as Mina joined your side again and stood besise of you shyly.

Your highness, do you require anything from me before you get to his majesty?

Your eyes locked on your maid and you shook your head in a negative manner. You'll take care of Daemon by yourself you tought.

No I will be fine, the rest of the staff and yourself can retire for the night. You said with a serious but none the less gentle voice to the girl, before looking back at the large door in front of you.

As you wish your majesty, have a good night.

Your maid told you before retiring like you asked. Leaving you finally at peace to attend to your husband.

With a bit of hesitation, you opened the large door and came into the gigantic underground rocked cave that served as a home for your husband's dragon. Rapidly, as you scanned the area, your eyes saw Daemon's figure from afar, standing asside of Caraxes large scaly head to pet him. The only sight of it that was quite adorable you'll have to admit, brought a smile to your lips instantly and a chuckle to leave your mouth.

You slowly walked to the both of them after that, feeling your breathing escalating slowly. Your worry and love for your prince were making your poor heart all bothered, that even if apparently Daemon hadn't realized you were there yet. In fact, It wasn't until Caraxes let an happy growl out because of the sight of you, that your husband finally realised your presence close behind him.

Well at least there is one of you both that came home without any scratches. You said with your gentle and sweet voice that let your nervousness shows a bit.

Daemon turned to look at you when you spoke up, his deep gaze finding yours in a mere second.

He immediately smiled at the sight of you, standing there looking so devine. He missed you so much when he was gone and as he look at you, your husband could sware you looked even more perfect that you did before his departure. The Rogue prince heart was beating hard in his chest, his desire and need to get closer to you only growing stronger by the seconds. Daemon just couldn't wait any longer, so he moved quickly in front of you and took hold of your face. Then, with a deep and passionate devotion, he kissed your lips deeply.

The sudden contact made you moan and whimper, wanting so much more of him. His touch felt like heaven and his strong arms securely placed around your waist made you feel safe like only him could. For a moment, your mind went blank and you only had the feeling of his lips against yours and his presence close to you that matter.

Then, after a while of getting used to each other again, you both parted and only stayed in each other's embraced for a moment. Daemon caressed your cheek delicately, treating you like the most precious thing in the world and then spoke up.

My perfect wife...how I missed you.

A smile shined on your lips at this and you delicately started playing with strands of his long white hair that you loved so much.

I missed you to Daemon...you know it's difficult for me when your gone. You told him gently before your mind finally got lucid enough again to remind you why you were down here in the first place. You took a rushed intake of breath, realizing Daemon might actually be in pain, then you backed away a little from your man to take a better look at him. Your eyes scanned every single part of his strong and perfect body before they fell on his left arm and stop net.

Oh my God...

You whispered before placing your hand to each side of his wound. It was really bloody and he apparently had a long and quite deep cut starting at his shoulder and stopping a bit higher that his mid arm. It looked really painful and your eyes went immediately to his, feeling terribly bad.

Daemon for heaven sake why didn't you let the maids attend to this!! That's a serious injury.

You said with a shaky breath filled with sudden panic and worry.

Your husband that didn't seemed affected at all by his injury chuckled at your words and tries to get you to calm down. He took your face between his hand and looked deeply into your eyes.

It's nothing my love don't worry, my body have seen much worse. Beside I don't want anybody but you to touch me.

His pretty eyes and his deep and attractive voice calmed your nerves a bit. You felt frustrated by how fucking stubborn your husband was sometimes, he apparently thought it was a funny matter and wasnt taking it seriously at all.

Nothing! Daemon your going to bleed out if you do nothing about it, God your such a stubborn asshole sometimes. Thanks the gods for gifting me patience!~

You said with a serious and quite apparent anger, before taking your husband dagger that he kept on his belt and ripping off a large piece of black tissues of your dress. After doing that, you roughly tear apart the sleeve of his tunic and pressed the tissue you took from your dress to his wound to get the blood off of it.

While you were doing that, Daemon just looked at you with a smirk and a loving expression. Even if he knew very well it wasn't a situation that was supposed to be funny, he couldn't keep his amusement away from his feature.

You looked so sexy and entrancing when angry, he just loved this fire within you so much. You were so different from any other women. One second you could be delicate and soft and the next, rough and violent when something was making you mad. Daemon just felt like you fitted perfectly together. You were a delicate flower but you had really dangerous thorn that even him felt proud of.

As you carried on with your task, you didn't realised that your husband had gotten his lips closer to your ear. So when Daemon actually bite your lob and whispered something seductively to you, your body immediately trembled with surprise and desire.

You look so terribly attractive when you are mad my love...

Your cheeks redden immediately as he spoke those praises to you. You felt so silly to react like this when you were supposed to be mad at him. Why did he has to be so perfect, it was a torture in itself. Especially since you were separated from each other the past month, but anyway.

With all the might and control you had, you keep your cool and stayed focused on the bleeding, your eyes meeting his for a mere second.

Daemon, this is nighter the moment or the place for this darling.

You told him with the ghost of a smirk lingering on your lips and a little twinkle of desire that you just couldn't hide from him.

The Rogue prince at your words and apparent desire just chuckled and kissed the nape of your neck delicately.

Fine...I'll try to wait until you finish with this if that's what you desire my love.

Daemon purred against your neck before letting his lips leave your skin to smile at you.

You are such a child you know that?

You said softly to him while letting go of his wound to take his hand instead.

Come now, we need to get to our chamber. This wound of yours need to get stitches.

Yes mam. Daemon said obediently with an attractive smirk lingering on his lips.

Your only answer to his words was a cute chuckled and a smile before you dragged him out of the underground caves. You both walked your way through the different hidden passages that lead to your quarters. Daemon staying behind you, his eyes staying on your perfect figure. He honestly felt happy to be back to you and couldn't keep himself from thinking that you were perfect.

Soon enough, you reached your chambers and delicately entered before closing the door behind you both.

Daemon seemed to look around when you arrived. Just like if things would have change during the time he wasn't home or maybe was it because he missed being here. You couldn't say. However, you did remembered you had to take care of him so your mind when back to your task.

You flashed your husband a cute smiled then, before asking him sweetly to go sit on the bed while you get the things you'll need to stitch his wound.

The Targaryen prince, didn't even wait a second before executing himself and getting settled on the bed.

As he sat down, you immediately left his side to get what you needed.

During this time, Daemon was still looking at the room with an happy smile on his lips. It felt good to be back to the castle and back to you. He loves the war but sometimes being away from you was becoming a torture that he wasn't quite liking. Anyhow, as he observed the surrounding with a warm expression on his feature, his purple eyes moved to look aside of him to your side of the bed. To his surprise, he found the bed untouched, just like if nobody had slept on it tonight. Daemons eyebrows furrowed at this and he wondered why you weren't sleeping at this hours of the night. He was slowly starting to think about getting up to fetch you

but then you emerged back from the bathroom to come back to his side.

How did you know I was back my love, did the maids woke you up?

Your husband asked you with a gentle voice that only you got to hear. He seemed concerned suddenly and you wondered why. Your eyes found his as you sat aside of him on the bed, laying all the things you went to get. Then, you asked him to turn a bit so you'd be able to stitch his wound. While he obeyed in silence, you answered his question with a warm voice.

No they didn't, I wasn't sleeping actually.

Your husband turned his head to look back at you seemingly more curious and worried.

Why is that? It's nearly 4 in the morning if I'm not mistaken...you should have been sleeping at this hours my sweet.

As Daemon spoke his last words, you understood why he seemed worried. After all you did stayed up quite late and this, because you just couldn't sleep without him. The past month have been a nightmare for you honestly. You barely manage to get an hour or two of sleep each night and that only when you slept on his side of the bed with his pillow that smelled like him.

His perfect eyes were looking at you scrutinizingly and you felt yourself getting flustered suddenly. It was special to have Daemon caring about you, after all he was ruthless and terrifying for most people and you felt special to be the only one exception to this rule.

You gently started to dab at his wound with a cotton covered with alcohol. The action didn't even caused your husband to react or flinch. As you observe his feature for any trace of pain or else from your actions, you spoke up to him again.

I know...but I wasn't I'm sorry to disappoint you my dear husband.

Daemon eyes seemed to show love and care toward you as you speak. He honestly just wanted to know why you weren't sleeping and he made sure that you understood he needed an answer this time. His hand went to your chin and he brought your face softly up to look at him again. Your hands at this stopped moving and your attention immediately got taken away from him.

Why.

A shaky breath left your lips at the sudden tension that you felt between the both of you. He could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. It was making you mad that you were to tell him how desperate you were without him. Nonetheless, you knew he wouldn't stop asking if you didn't answered his question. Your husband wasn't the most patient of man, so you just answered.

Because I can't sleep without you Daemon! Is it what you wanted to hear, your happy now?!

You literally shout out at him before looking away back to his wound. You desperately tried to look everywhere but at him, the feeling of guilt within you getting stronger by the second because of how arsh you sounded. You regretted it the second it came out of your lips.

Your husband on his side, stayed dumbfounded looking at you with a blank expression. He defenetly didn't expected you to talk to him like that. You were for sure the only person in the world that he would leave alive after being that disrespectful toward him. Luckily for you however, daemons worry for you was stronger than his masculine urges to have you obedient and perfect for him. Therefore, instead of being pissed at you for yelling at him, he just took it on him to observe you better. Now that he could look at you clearly with the lighting of the room, the Targaryen prince could clearly saw how tired you seemed to be.

Oh my love...you look so terribly pale, I'm just worried about your well-being. How much sleep did you have this past month darling...honestly.

You were expecting anything but this reaction from your husband really. His voice sounded so soft and sweet, it made you feel even worse. After minutes of looking away, you finally allowed yourself you look into his eyes again before speaking up to him.

I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled. I don't have a lot of patience recently. To be quite honest...I don't really know how much sleep I got while you were gone. Maybe two hours a day or less.

You finally confessed to him before letting a soft breath out of your mouth. You kept looking into his deep violet eyes this time and you clearly saw his worry and slight panic when you said that. You immediately tried to recomfort him, to tell him you were fine even if it wasn't quite true. One of your hand came to his face and you just caressed it softly.

Daemon I'm ok, don't worry my love. I knew you would be away for war a lot when we got married. It's something I consented to and it's more meaningful than my sleep by far.

Unbelief cross on Daemon's face at your words. He couldn't believe that. Nothing was more important than your well-being for him and he felt bad that you didn't think the same.

My Beloved wife...there is nothing in the whole world that is more important than you to me. Daemon said as he gently started to caress your cheek with his fingers. It felt really good and without noticing, you leaned closer to his touch. You missed that. Those intimate moments that you both had and the delicate and loving way he used to touch you.

A pretty smile revealed itself on your lips as both your eyes met. Your heart beat harder in your chest from that simple touch of his. It truly mattered to you that he cared even if you told him not to. You knew it was Daemons way of telling you "I love you".

For a slight second, your eyes shifted to his lips. You felt like kissing them quite badly right now. A shaky breath left you as your thoughts lost the battle against your desire. Your body on its own, guided by your need for his, shifted on his lap and soon enough, your lips found his in a passionate embrace.

A sweet moan left your lips as you both kissed, Daemon not waiting a second before kissing you back and placing his arms around your waist securely. For a moment you forgot everything and just basked into him and the feeling of being close to him like this again. It felt so addictive and your body responded to it was if they had craved it for months. In a reflex, your fingers intertwined themselves into Daemon's long white hair and started playing with them gently. After a little moment, your lips parted from each other and you let your head fall on his. A moment of silence followed then and words your husband wasn't saying but showing to you stayed in the air peacefully.

I know, I love you too Daemon. My perfect dragon prince. You told him sweetly with all the love you felt for him showing in your eyes. A hand came to his cheek and you gently started caressing it, before speaking up again.

I know you worry about me darling but I promise that I'll be fine now that you are back. I just need to finish stitching your wound up and we will go to sleep.

Daemons seemed to think about that for a moment, then he finally gave up on arguing and just nod. He wasn't liking the fact you needed to waist time on your sleep that you already visibly lacked to help him out. Yet, Daemon knew he wouldn't be able to manage his wound alone so consequently, he just stayed there looking at you with a guilty like expression. Before you started again to attend to his injury, the rogue prince gently kissed your forehead and smiled to you.

Fine but don't even think about getting out of bed tomorrow because their is no way I will let it happen.

A chuckled left your lips at his words, knowing very well that he was absolutely serious about this.

Oh don't worry, I won't even more a muscle now that I have you back I'll make sure to take everything I can.

You said playfully, yet quite truthfully.

With an affectionate smile mirroring his, you started back to get his wound disinfected after speaking. It took you mare minutes after you got to work before finishing this step and getting to the stitching part. You had to say you were a bit worried for him knowing it would hurt quite a lot.

Nonetheless, you knew it was something that needed to be done so you just prepared the needle and the thread before your eyes went up to Daemons with the apparent worry that showed in them.

Are you ready my love? You asked him sweetly while laying a gentle kiss to his temple.

Daemon smiled at you apparently touched by your concern for him, then he just nodded at your words confidently.

Yes, don't worry for me it's really not the first time darling.

His words sounded confident and they got you a bit more appeased that you were seconds ago. Considering that you had his go now, you got to work and started to plunged the needle into his skin and stitch the wound. You tried to hurry up the best you could, even if when you looked at daemons expression while you work, he didn't seemed affected by pain at all. It was more for you than for him you thought but Anyway. After a good fifteen minute of hard work, you were done and your husbands arms finally stopped bleeding. You observed your work with pride and then smiled brightly to you man that seemed happy to be done with that.

There, I'm done my prince, try not to fight anybody until it heals completely would you.

You said with a playful tone and a smirk on your lips as you gathered everything you used in a little basket and got it on the floor beside the bed.

Daemons hand came under your chin as you cheekily talked to him and he kissed your lips to shut you up. A giggled left you during the kiss and you layed your hand on his strong chest. A cute little whimper got out of your lips when he let go and you feign a pout as he stood up from the bed and chuckled your way.

Don't be mad at me wife, I'm simply going to clean myself up a bit before we get to sleep. You'll get plenty of kissed afterward I promise. Your husband said before disappearing in the bathroom with a soft smile, leaving you sat on the bed, blushing like a shy maiden.

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of sleeping with him after all this time. To say you were excited was an understatement but you gathered yourself and hurried up to get ready for bed. It was nearly morning already but you couldn't care less, you needed sleep quite desperately and their was absolutely nothing that would get you out of bed before the day after.

As you stripped yourself from your gown and undid your hair, You felt the delicate and warm heat of the fire touching your skin. It felt good and you couldn't keep yourself from smiling brightly while getting dressed into your nightgown this time. Surprisingly, when you got back to bed and slide under the huge covers, Daemon wasn't there yet. You layed your head on your pillow then, waiting for him as your long white hair framed your pretty face.

You didn't had to wait very long before you saw your husband walking out of the bathroom in only his undergarment. His hair was undone and cascading down his back like an incessant river, his chest built up to perfection like gods and Celeste. You didn't even realised that you had stopped breathing for a instant as your eyes followed him walking to you. Daemons had a smirk on his lips like usual, his cocky and self assured self couldn't resist showing delight at your apparent attractiveness toward his appearance. He just knew too well the effect he had on you and to say he enjoyed it was an euphemism.

When he reached the bed and joined you under the covers, your heart stuttered then you blushed. It felt weird to have him back and there just aside of you. A good weird of course but still.

Daemon's eyes looked at you for a moment as you lay beside him, looking flawless and gorgeous. He couldn't believe you were his, it still was astounding even after all these years of being married. As he gently lay on the bed beside you, Daemon extended his arms to grip your waist and then hissed your body to his in a simple pull. Your body tensed up a bit at first, now that both of you were pressed against each other. Yet you rapidly got used to it and the breath you were holding in got out in a relief huff. It felt so good to be in his arms at last. The warmth of his skin finally back to keep yours hot enough during the time you slept. There was a happy smile that shined on your lips as you gently kissed your husband's chest and closed your eyes. The heaviness of sleep was getting the best of you and since you were in security in his arms, there was nothing that could stop you from sleeping like a baby.

I love you Daemon and I missed you...I missed that.

Your husband that was waiting for you to be asleep to himself follow, was stroking your hair in a relaxing manner. As you spoke, he sweetly shushed you and kissed your forehead.

I know my love, I missed it too... sleep now, you need it my darling wife.

His words said with so much love and affection, we're just what you needed to finally let go. You tried to get even closer to him with a little whine, then some minutes passed and you were finally gone in the dream world.

Daemon's eyes which never left your pretty face, shined with tenderness as he heard your steady breathing. You were asleep in his arms and he couldn't feel more at home. His eyes closed then, following you shortly to slumber. His head laid on top of yours and his arms stayed securely around you.

The prince has reunited with his princess, nothing would disturb them anymore. There was only sleep and love.

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my-on-and-off-writingstuff · 1 year

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“It’s okay.” |Daemon Targaryen x reader

summary: Daemon ignored your cries for help in a dire time of need until it almost is too late.

Warnings: Blood, Miscarriage, swearing.

“You truly have to go?” you ask him while wrapping your hand around his arm keeping him close. “My brother has called on me for business Dove.” You sigh and trace a finger over his cheekbone. Daemon going back to attend to his business meant that the honeymoon phase was now at a definite end. “If I could, I would have stayed here with my beautiful wife.” You grin at hearing him call you his wife and pout once more before walking away from him. “Fine, I will just have to entertain myself then.” Daemon takes in how you fall back on the bed and slowly stalks over to you. “As long as you don’t entertain yourself too much without me.” He captures your lips and slowly everything fades away around you as you kiss him back eagerly. When he breaks the kiss, you smile at him coyly.

“You know Ser Criston would probably be up for entertaining me.” you slip out as he turns his back to you to walk away, knowing it will piss him off. As you expected Daemon is not one to let that comment slide and a low growl leaves him as he sharply turns back to face you. “If he knows what is good for him, he will not dare.” You smile softly at him before blowing him a kiss. He glances once more at you before he disappears out of the door.

Not a second later your maid came into the room carrying fresh linen. “Good morning milady.” You smile at her and stand up to meet her in the middle of the room. You frown at the pain in your back and you massage it lightly for a few seconds before turning your attention back to your maid. “Everything alright milady?” you nod before rethinking your choices. “Would it be too much effort for a warm bath, I am having back pain and...” Your maid interrupts before you can finish your sentence and nods. “Of course, milady let me attend to that right away.”

Half an hour later you’re sitting in the scalding hot water but unless the pain you experience during your monthly the pain is not letting up. Grimacing you shift to find a better position, but you find you cannot find any at all. Your hands continuously knead your back to try and elevate the pain. All in vain as it seems to have the opposite effect. Your eyes seem to be dropping as well and you don’t know if you have Daemon to contribute to that or your body. You quickly wash your body and your hair before leaning your head against the little towel at the headrest. You were exhausted from washing yourself and felt dirty all over again. You just wanted to close your eyes for a minute in the hope all the tiredness would go away.

However, you are shaken out of your sleepy demeanor as your maid noticing your dropping eyelids is quick to get you out of the bath and into bed. “Rest Milady I will come back in a few hours.” She closes the curtains to stop the light from intruding and closes the door behind her, she takes a quick glance at you seeing that you have already fallen asleep a slight concern raises within her.

When you woke for a second time you were slow to get up the pain was unmistakably still there, and you felt like a horse had run over you. Deciding it was time to see the maester you threw the blankets off you. With a frown, you noticed the red spots on the bedding. So It was your monthly you decided that going to the maester was not needed after all and slowly eased yourself from the bed to go clean yourself up. However as soon as your feet touched the ground, you cried out in pain as more blood flowed out of you, your lower abdomen tightened, and your feet could not carry your weight anymore. you lowered yourself to the ground.

“Milady are you alright?” At the sound of your maid entering the room, you looked up over the bed. Tears freely run down your face. “Please get my husband please.” You begged her while sitting in your blood. realization hitting you of why you were bleeding. You had been with child, and you had not noticed, you truly had not known and now it was too late. You looked off at the ceiling of the room hoping, no praying that Daemon was not going to hate you for this. You softly stroked your stomach. You had not succeeded in keeping the babe safe.

Your maid had gotten the attention of another who had been littering in the hallway and had sent her on her way to get Daemon before returning to you. She softly walked closer to you and tried to touch you but as soon as her hand reached out you flinched like you had been hit. “Milady…” her voice filled with pity, and you could not bear to look at her and instead focused on the room behind her. She reached out again and this time you felt a sense of panic overtake you. “Please don’t touch me.” You whimper as you rock yourself back and forth. Blood still flowing from you, you could not bear to look down.

Your breath accelerated as you kept thinking how you had failed the babe, how you and your body had failed Daemon and the little one. “Milady please let me get you more comfortable after that I will back away.” You feverishly shook your head, not wanting anybody other than Daemon. Oh, where was he, he was the only one who can make this all better.

On the other side of the castle, Daemon was listening to the old bores in front of them complaining, always complaining. He looked at his brother the almighty weak king as he sat in his chair. Clearly as bored out of his mind as Daemon was. The only good thing about these meetings was that his lovely niece always kept his cup flowing with wine. He focused back on the bore of a HighTower who was talking about sheep. Oh no his mistake he had moved on to the riveting news of goats. Even better.

The meeting was disturbed when one of the big doors opened. A tiny-looking maid came into the room shaking like a leaf. The weak and elderly looked irritated at the disruption, but Daemon almost jumped at the opportunity to make his getaway and visit his lovely wife even if it was for a few minutes. “Well get on with it.” The Hightower cunt snarked at the girl as she moved forwards to the table. “Lady Y/N had urgently asked you to return to your chamber, my prince.” The girl looked down and did not notice the frown on Daemon's face. He had just left you a mere hours ago, which could be urgent. Nonetheless, he stood up from his chair to make his way out of the room.

“I never thought I would see the day that the Targaryen dragon prince is following orders from his wife.” He turns around at those words to face Otto Hightower. “What did you say?” Daemon asks in a low tone. Otto turns with a grin on his face towards the king. “Married for less than three months and already following his wife’s every whim.” The men in the room laugh with him, no they laugh at him, at the idea of adoring his wife and he almost sees red. his brother leans forwards and with a smile says. “Daemon, don’t give in to your wife at once, from experience you will be rewarded more if you keep her waiting.” Visyers winks and gestures for him to return to his chair. Daemon unsurely looks at the girl but decided to save some face with these old donkeys and sits down. “Tell my wife I will be there when the meeting is over.” The girl looks like she wants to say something but at last, decides not to before rushing out of the room. Slowly the talk in the room returns to goats and sheep all the while anger is shimmering behind Daemon's eyes.

The second time someone disturbs the meeting it is your personal maid herself and she looks furious. “Milady needs to my prince.” Before Daemon can even get a word in Otto has taken over the conversation. “Why, is she in need of a good fuck and can’t wait a few more hours.” The rage shimmering for the past hour comes out and Daemon slams his hand on the table with a force that rattles all the cups. “Enough do not talk that way about my wife.” He addresses Otto before turning to your maid. “What’s the matter?” the maid uncertain how to proceed stutters as she thinks over her words carefully. “Milady is in pain and has requested you milord, nobody is to touch her, and I fear for her.” She speaks truthfully.

Panic shoots through his chest and he stands up from his chair with such a force that knocks the chair back. “Is it bad?” the maid slowly nods as she comes closer to him. “Milady is not letting the maester come closer and examine her unless you are there…” her sentence trails before whispering so softly that only Daemon can hear. “I think milady may have lost a babe.”

You were pregnant and he did not know, both of you did not know otherwise you would have told him surely. He swallows almost painfully; worry is clawing at his throat, and he feels close to throwing up. He has ignored you for the past few hours. Deciding that his ego was worth more than his wife, as he did not want to show how much you had wrapped him around his finger all while you were in pain and needed him. leaving your maid behind he ran all the way to your room.

He threw open the doors and his heart broke at the sight of you. You were still leaning against the bed. A group of maester was in standing around you but your attention was not on them. It was on the blood on the floor that was pooling around you. All the blood has seemed to leave your face and he did not like what he saw one bit. He pushed the horde of maesters and maids away and kneeled in front of you. “Y/N, my little dove.” You kept rocking and your eyes did not find his. Your whimpers only contained his name as he slowly crept forwards and touched your face o so gently. Regretting with his whole body for not coming sooner.

Your eyes connected with his and the only thing Daemon could find behind your eyes was despair. “I did not know Daemon, I did not know, I could not keep the babe safe, I failed you.” His heart was already broken when he first took sight of you but now it was crushed as you kept repeating these words like a mantra. “You did not fail me, little dove, you hear me.” But your eyes were glossed over as tears continued to stream like you were in your own little world far away. He softly but forcibly pulled you into his lap as he stroked your back and grasped your tiny hand in his. “I have failed you.” He whispered against her head as he pressed kisses all over. At the feeling of you going limp in his arms, the panic reached a new level. He forcefully shakes your body. “Y/N? wake up, dove wake up.” His eyes found one of the maesters. “What’s Happening?!” He picks you up in his arms as he feels his clothing increasingly absorbing your blood. the maester motions him to put you on the bed and they immediately get to work. “Milady has lost too much blood.” within seconds Daemon is pushed outside the room as the realization hits him that he could lose, he could lose you right here and now, knowing that he had failed you, the both of you.

The maester had done their thing and now it came down to you, and your body. If you survived the night the likelihood of you surviving would go up. So far so good as the first light of the sun came through the windows. Daemon had spent the night pacing only to return to the bed for a little while. Praying to anybody that would hear him, to not take his wife away from him. when despair would hit him again, he would start pacing again. He had almost barricaded the door the only one allowed in the room was your maid, who patted your head from time to time and forced some potions in you. Daemon moved to open the curtains allowing light to hit you and maybe help warm you up.

Over the past hours, you finally had gotten a little bit of your warmth back, blood had rushed back into your face, and you looked better than previous but for Daemon it was not going fast enough. He needed to hear your voice and look into your eyes to know that you were going to be okay. He needed you to wake up to tell you how sorry he was. He looked out of the window to take in the first rays of sun before turning around to you.

His breath caught in his throat at seeing that your eyes were open. “Daemon...” you choked out before the tears started flowing. “Shh my little dove, shh.” Within three steps he was at your bedside and within another second his arms were wrapped around you. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He caresses her back as he rocks them softly. “I am so-“ before you can finish your sentence Daemon cuts in with a kiss to your lips, so delicately and displaying so much comfort, and love you almost feel at peace. “it’s I who needs to say sorry.” Daemon's finger touches your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “Why didn’t you come.” He signs and looks away from you almost like he is ashamed. “Because men are stupid, and I listened to a bunch of old men who have never experienced real love, the way you and I have, in order to not look like you had me wrapped around your finger. All I can do for that now is apologize but I understand if you don’t want anything to do with me anymore, I just need you to know that I love you, and it was not your fault you have never and can never fail me.”

Daemon unwraps himself from you as he stares at the door. You know he wants to do the right thing and leave you alone to think over his words, but he also does not want to leave you alone. And while you are hurt, he did not come like you had wished him to you could not fault him for it, as he had not known what the matter was, more importantly, he had come in the end had he not and you did not doubt it that he had not left your side. Just like you had done before everything went down you wrap your hand around his arm tugging him next to you on the bed. “It's okay.”

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PART 1

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YANDERE AEMOND TARGARYEN X OLDER SISTER READER

warning: stalking, obsessive behavior, Aemond simping for his older sister. Things may change in the following chapters so bare with me🥰.

Aemond what are you doing?

Aemond jumped at the sound of his mother's voice quickly turning to face her, hoping she did not notice him stalking his older sister.

O-oh um nothing just walking around, said Aemond silently cursing himself for giving such a stupid excuse. Alicent raised an eyebrow at Aemond, feeling suspicious of Aemond's weird behavior. Ok then... said Alicent as she walked away from her son. Aemond sighed in relief as he turned to admire his sister again who was reading a book. Aemond always adored his sister, she was brave, smart, sweet, and a caring person. You always protect him whenever Aegon made fun of him. You were the only one who understood him. Aemond swears to himself that he will marry you in the future no matter what the cause.

You could not help but feel that someone was watching you, at first you thought that you were just imagining things, but the feeling of being watched just became stronger, you quickly grabbed your books and started to pack your things, starting to feel even more scared to the thought of someone watching you. Aemond noticed that you were starting to pack your things, did you find out that he was watching you? Aemond watched as you ran away, Aemond started to follow you, walking faster and faster. Aemond continued to follow you until he ran into someone, as he fell he looked up to see his brother, Aegon. watch where you are going! shouted Aegon, Aemond ignored what Aegon has said, quickly standing up to follow you again. Why are you in a hurry, Are you going somewhere? Asked Aegon, never seeing his brother in a rush before. It's none of your business Aegon, said Aemond as he walked past him, trying to catch up with you.

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Rhaenyra & Deamon. Of Blood & Revenge {2024}

She was my only daughter, and they killed her. They stole my crown and murdered my daughter, and they shall answer for it.

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New posters for 'House of The Dragon' Season 2 and new full Trailer will be released tomorrow.

Tomorrow. All Must Choose. #TeamGreen or #TeamBlack

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Purity

Aemond Targaryen x Innocent Niece OC

OC name: Amelia Targaryen first of her name, heir of Driftmark

Your innocence drags me closer to my madness, instead of an eye for an eye, I shall take you as my bride.

Warnings: Cursing, smut, death, murder, dagger, knife kink, corruption kink, innocence kink

King’s Landing is a once lively and beautiful place of freedom. Where lords and ladies could walk the halls arms linked, giggling and talking aloud of gossip. An area the royal family of House Targaryen had raised their families with peace and alliance of love and family. The sun would shine down on the kingdom, encouraging the dragons to soar through the skies with their riders. But now it was nothing but a darkened hole of depression, no longer filled with life, but instead covered in the faith of the seven. The seven-pointed star haunted the halls of the Blacks as they entered, staring at the unfamiliar halls that brought an uncomfortable shiver to the children.

The only daughter of Rhaenyra and Harwin Strong stared up at the star in confusion, her brother’s having run off to the training grounds. “I do not get it. What does it mean?” she whispered. Her guard shifted from beside her staring up at the star, then looking down at the princess. “It is a religion of the seven gods princess,” he answered. She hummed, turning from the star and walking in the same direction her brothers had walked mere minutes ago. Walking down the steps of the court, holding her dress seeing her brother standing at the weapons table. “Luke!” she called out. The younger looked away from their older brother smiling at his older sister, his arm lacing her when she stepped up beside him.

It amazed Luke how happy his sister was. The only reason they were back in Kings Landing was to push the claim of Driftmark to another because she is deemed a bastard. But she smiled without a care, too naive to come to terms with the title bastard. She was named heir of Driftmark the moment she was born after Jacecerys and that is the reason they are here; to be pushed down and away from the throne of Driftmark, where she will sit. Jace led towards a crowd that surrounded two wielders, one that tall with long white hair, and the other was Ser Criston Cole, or as Daemon called him, Ser Crispin. “Aemond..” she whispered to Jace. “Could be Aegon,” Jace muttered back. Her head turned growing more interested in the others surrounding the two, her guard standing tall behind her watching the prince and king's guard. “Well done my prince.” Ser Criston spoke. Her head turned back seeing it was indeed Aemond, a smile spreading across her features; while Jace and Luke looked uncomfortable. “Aemond..” she whispered. “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.” Criston complimented. “I don’t give a shit about tourneys. Nephews, niece.” Aemond spoke, slowly lowering his sword with a spin. “Have you come to train nephews?” he asked. “Kepus..” she spoke, but Jace grabbed her quickly turning her away from their uncle. She was far too innocent to understand the conflict between the two families, being hidden away and under-knowledged all her life.

Her smile faded quickly when the gates opened presenting Veamond Valerian. Her guard stepped forward, hand pressed over the handle of his sword when Vaemond stopped his pace staring at the princess. Her heart sped up in her ears, breath froze in her throat nearly choking her. Jace and Luke stepped up beside the guard, watching as Vaemond looked away without a word escaping him. “Asshole..” Jace muttered. “Don’t say that,” she whispered. Her guard didn’t let her move until Lord Vaemond was out of view, then gently ushering her forward, back towards the kingdom. Luke looked back towards Aemond, noticing the way his uncle watched his sister, a look of hunger and lust hidden behind his lilac eye.

Aemond wanted to corrupt his little niece and watch her fall apart beneath him. He wanted her cheeks to be soaked in tears, eyes filled with nothing but pleasure and want. He wanted to hear her beg and plead for him to fuck her til she no longer had a voice to beg with. He was tempted to drag her away, take her into a brothel making her look upon the world's sins of sex. Force her to listen as the women and men moan out in pleasure, profanities leaving them. Make her smell the strong scent in the air that filled the pleasuring halls. Aemond wanted to watch her break and fall, pleading for him to pick her back up and fix her, making her his in every single way possible; then toss her aside watching her mind break as no other is able to please her the way he was able to do so.

Her head turned back looking at her younger brother and then at him, her brown Hughes meeting his lilac one. She smiled gracefully, then called to Luke who quickly turned and followed after his siblings. They re-entered the Red Keep, the girl splitting from her brother’s going for her own chambers, guard following as always. She entered her old chambers, humming at the lack of change, making her way over towards the lounge in front of the fireplace, quickly sitting and lifting her legs. Her guard smiled sheepishly at her, the soft whispers of words leaving her didn’t bother him. She had visions just like Helaena did, Daemon had started calling her Amelia Velerion the pure Dragon Dreamer. It was a title that always made the princess smile, which would earn her a head pat from the Rogue Prince. “The strong that strikes the green wishing power will fall to his knees..” she whispered.

A knock on the door made the guard turn and unlatch it, pulling the door back and coming face to face with the one-eyed prince. “Prince Aemond, princess.” her guard informed her. She turned resting her chin on the back of the lounge and smiling at her uncle as he entered the room. “You can go, I wish to be alone with my niece,” Aemond ordered. The guard looked towards the princess for confirmation to which she nodded with a kind smile. He bowed, turned, and walked out closing the door behind him and taking a post beside the door. Aemond walked towards her, to which she watched him with a naive gaze. “I didn’t get much of a hello in the courtyard, dear niece.” he rasped. “My apologies uncle,” she whispered. She lowered her legs, standing to her full height, which wasn’t that tall. She was tiny compared to him, his hand reaching out and grasping at her right arm pulling her closer to him. Her innocent dough eyes stared up at him, her hand curling around, wrapping around his forearm as he did with hers.

He slowly stepped forward, making her take a step back waist hitting the lounge chair’s armrest. He leaned forward, his other hand moving to her waist pulling her into his chest and pressing against him. A small pitched yelp escaped her, hand grasping at his tunic, heartbeat speeding up. His hand moved from her arm, wrapping her in his strong grasp. She lowered her arms and wrapped them around his torso hugging him back, smiling softly. To her this was innocent, but to him, it was a cage that she was slowly falling into. She smelled of golden roses with a hint of lavender incense, also a small hint of dragon stench sitting on her skin. She relaxed in his hold, tucking her head into his shoulder, listening to his calm heartbeat.

“Let me touch you,” he muttered. She was confused, hands moving to sit against his chest. “You are touching me kepus..” she whispered. His knee moved to push her legs open, one hand moving down and beginning to pull her red golden laced dress up, til it bunched at her waist. “No. Let me truly touch you,” he muttered. “Aemond no..” she gasped. “It’s okay sweet girl. I’m only showing how much I’ve missed you.” he pushed. She looked uncertain, whining as his knee pushed into her covered cunt, eyes linked to his uncovered one. “Move your hips little one, it’ll make you feel good,” he whispered. She looked down at the connection between them, slowly grinding her hips down onto his knee, a strained gasp escaping her. “That's a good girl. Keep going, grind your pretty little pussy down on my knee,” he ordered. She whined obeying his words, hand pressed into his arm grinding herself down on him. Every 3 movements, he would flex his thigh, which would push into her clit causing a louder moan to escape her lips.

She looked up at him, lips parted, hands moving forward grasping at his waist pulling him closer. Pitched whines escaping her, while he watched her with a hazy gaze. She leaned up, nose pressing to his, heated breaths escaping her, and falling onto his own. Finally, she pushed forward, glossed lips molding with his, but he didn't kiss back. No instead he grabbed her throat pushing her back, a confused look forming in her eyes. "Aemond.." she moaned in disappointment. Pushing forward once more, only for him to lift his chin stopping her from kissing him.

Once he realized her want for control, his wanting lust slowly disappeared. He saw a look that matched Daemon's gaze of control, the eyes of a true Targaryen wishing for power. Those innocent eyes disappeared the further she got into pleasure. "Aemond.." she whispered. He moved away, pushing her back against the armrest, her hand catching herself so she wouldn't stumble. "Aemond." She repeated. But he just let out a deep hum, turning, and walking away no longer interested. He opened her door and walked out, listening as it shut behind him. She looked down in confusion, letting her dress fall back into place, teeth cutting into her lower lip. Her guard re-entered her room, head turning towards him quickly standing up straight and straightening herself. "Are you alright princess?" he softly questioned. "Yes.. Yes I'm alright." she stumbled.

She looked at him closely, standing straight and tall with confidence. His armor was black as night itself, his brown hair was pushed back leaving a few strands to frame his face. His eyes were the colors of emeralds, reminding her of her own dragon's eyes. His jaw was nearly sharp enough to cut paper, body lean but muscular even more noticeable beneath the armor. He had two swords by his side, one black with silver linings and a crown embroidered to the cover. The other golden laced with the same gems gems that sat on her neck, pronouncing him as her personal guard, her knight in shining black armor.

She didn't know what came over her, possibly it was hazy arousal Aemond had left her in that gave her a large amount of confidence to tease her guard. She grabbed the helmet from his hand, quickly stepping back and hiding it behind her back. He looked confused, eyeing her closely slowly stepping forward to take it back, but she stepped back once more. "You must earn it." she whispered. "How would you like me to do that princess?" he questioned. His deep voice sent chills down her spine, goosebumps gathering beneath her dress. "Touch me." she whispered. She could see him tense, then take in a deep breath and release it, replaying her words in his head. He walked forward, a large veined hand moving to sit against her left arm, slowly moving down to sit against her waist. Her eyes never moved from his, the helmet falling from her hand clashing with the stone flooring. "Please.." she whispered. The desperation in her sweetened tone made him give in. Leaning down, their lips mere inches from one anothers, breaths fading into one. Slowly she moved forward, placing her soft lips against his, muscled arm wrapping around her waist pulling her closer to him.

Her arms moved up, wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to her smaller frame. His hand slowly began to undo the dress atoning her figure, pulling the strings of the corset loose then carefully pulling the dress down her arms. His lips pressed to her cheek, her jaw, her throat, her neck, her shoulders, then right above her breasts. Every inch of skin he uncovered, he worshiped, kissing, licking, biting, but never once leaving any marks. Soon he was on his knees, his emerald faze lifting to her loving brown Hughes. "Grey.." she whispered. A deep hum escaped him, carefully lifting one of her legs resting it over his shoulder placing kisses along the inside of her thigh. Her head fell back against the wall, his kisses getting higher and higher, until finally they reached her cunt.

Pulling her panties aside, he dove in like she was his last meal. His lips wrapped around her sensitive mound, sucking at it causing moans to escape her glossy lips. Her back arched, fingers pulling him in further. Grey's tongue probed at her tigh hole, fucking into her, thumb pressing to her clit pushing and rubbing it in circles. Slick dripped from her cunt, moving down her thighs. The fingers in his hair tightened, pulling him closer, pleading for more as the knot in her stomach grew and grew, pleading for it to let loose. He licks and sucks got quicker, harder, feasting on her, tasting the sweetened dessert that sat between her legs. Then it burst, her back arched head falling back into stone, a loud pitched moan escaping her lips. Slick poured from her cunt, to which he drank in seconds. Her thighs shook against him as he licked and cleaned her, drinking every drop, not once letting it go to waste. As he lowered her leg she stumbled forward, making him catch her slowly standing and lifting her up. "Do you feel better princess?" he softly questioned. "Yes.. I thank you Grey.." she whispered. He laid her down gently, kissing her forehead in a loving manner.

He walked over grabbing a towel, wetting it then returning carefully cleaning her up. She watched him with a soft smile, the aftercare comforting her sensitive body. After he finished with that he placed another kiss on her forehead, pulling the fur blankets up and covering her, allowing her to slip into her dreams.

He left the room quietly but the sight of Rhaenyra made him freeze in worry. Her lilac gaze sat on him, then smiled softly knowing exactly what happened. "Do not fret, I was the same way." she softly spoke. He let out a sigh of relief, head lowering slightly. "I didn't take her maiden your grace." he whispered. "I know." Rhaenyra softly replied. "Don't let Aemond enter her chambers alone. The same with Aegon. The only males that should be alone with her are you, her brothers, or Daemon. I don't trust the others in this castle." Rhaenyra ordered. "Yes, your grace." Grey replied. Rhaenyra bowed her head, then continued her way towards her father's room.

Amelia walked through the gardens the next morning with Luke and Grey, awaiting Daemon to retrieve her for the petitions. Usually she'd take Cannibal out, but her mother thought it to be a bad time due to the early morning duties. "The flames will burst due to the lack of control.." she whispered while holding a rose. Luke looked up at her in confusion to her words. He's heard Daemon calling her visions a gift but a nightmare. She had Helaena where both dragon dreamers as Daemon called them, Helaena's being more invasive than Amelia's.

Amelia turned, seeing her mother's red dress in the corner of her eye. "It's time, you two." She softly spoke. Amelia lowered the rose slowly releasing it to lay on the grass, making her way to follow her mother to the throne room. Grey walking directly behind, hand clasped over the golden laced sword. Her heels clicked aling with her mother's along the stone floor, Daemon gently taking his step daughter's hand placing her in front of him, Luke standing beside her along with Jace on the other side. Grey stood beside Daemon, green eyes pouring into Aemond's one eye. The older males gaze darkened, making the Targaryen boy look away in annoyance.

Her head turned to stand front, seeing Otto sitting on the throne made her physically uncomfortable, her family seeming to share the same thoughts. She could feel Veamond's hardened gaze on her, but she never once gave him the satisfaction of her looking at him. Her dress was black with red lace, dragon scale detail was present along her shoulder and down her back. The necklace she was wearing was the same necklace Daemon had given her mother when she was younger, along with a silver dragon scaled collar that wrapped around the back of her neck, the tail springing in all sorts of directions.

"Though it is the great hope of this court that lord Corlys Verlaryon survive his wounds,we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark. As Hand, I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters. The crown will now hear the petitions. Ser Veamond of house Verlaryon." Otto spoke down on them. She could see Daemon's look of annoyance and the way he eyed her and Rhaenyra.

Vaemond looked at her, then stepped forward with his hand clasping in front of him. "My queen. My lord Hand. The history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of old Valyra. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Verlaryon has ruled the seas. When the doom fell on Valyrian, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land, knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name. I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brother's seat. I am Lord Corlys' closest kin, his own blood. The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins." Vaemond spoke at the beginning of his petition.

"As it does in my son's and daughters, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." Rhaenys defended. "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No, you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition." Rhaenyra insulted but informed. Amelia's hand wrapped around her mother's wrist, Alicent speaking up with her smart tone, making the blacks send her a sharpened glare. "You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard."

Vaemond turned away from the queen and looked at the blacks with a smirk. Rheanrya looked away, but Amelia lifted her gaze holding him. Her gaze was dark, eyes almost black, making his gaze shift in the slightest. His gaze then moved back towards Rhaenyra regaining his smirk. "What do you know of Velaryon blood, princess?" he questioned. "I could cut my veins and show it to you, and you still wouldn't recognize it. This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." he smoothly spoke. Rhaenyra kept her face ahead, head nodding holding in any remarks or harsh emotions ready to spill out. Vaemond looked back down at Amelia, then turned away annoyed when he didn't get a shocked look like he got from her brothers, instead turning back to the queen and the hand. "My queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition. I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor. The Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the tides." he spoke.

"Without Lord Corlys' here I doubt you have the right to consider yourself successor, when he has already named an heir." Amelia spoke up. "Without proper notice from your king, the Lord of Driftmark and the tides here you can ot call yourself successor, Lord Vaemond." she snapped. There wasn't time for naivety or innocence, she placed her mindset in the view of a queen, the heir of Driftmark. Daemon looked away smiling with pride, Rhaenyra looking at her with a look of pure shock, while Luke and Jace smirked. "You cannot call yourself Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the tides, Lord Vaemond. You are of kin, a second son, and you should know your place." she coldly added. "As should you princess." Alicent spoke up. Just as the princess was about to add a snarky comment towards the queen, the doors opened, the king presenting himself with two guards by his side. Vaemond couldn't snap at the girl like he wanted, especially when the king entered the throne room.

The knights introduced him, as he walked down the isle. The princess turned her gaze back towards her mother who smiled softly, touching her shoulder. "He's here to defend you my dear girl." Rhaenyra whispered. The princess turned her head, bowing to the king who looked at her, pride could be seen in his eyes. He then walked forward, head turning up to Otto Hightower. "I will sit on the throne today," he whispered. "Your grace." Otto muttered, bowing his head. Viserys began walking the steps, showing obvious struggle leaning forward, the crown falling from his head. She moved past her family, walking directly towards her grandsire, walking up the few steps kneeling and lifting the crown from the floor. "Here grandsire, let me help you." she softly spoke. He looked at her, nodding allowing her to help him up the rest of the steps, carefully sitting him. She leaned forward placing the crown on his head, bowing her head. "Thank you my dear child.." he whispered. "Of course my king." she whispered. Turning she walked back down the steps, taking her place beside Daemon and Grey once more. "Thank you." Rhaenyra whispered.

"I must admit my confusion." the king began. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys' wishes, is the princess Rhaenys." the king spoke. "Indeed your grace." Rhaenys replied. "It was every husband's will that Driftmark passed through Ser Leanor to his trueborn daughter Amelia Verlaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did I support him. As a matter of fact Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her children Amelia, Jace, and Luke to Lord Corlys grandson and granddaughter; Jaehaerys, Baela, and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree." Rhaenys informed.

The three children turned their heads towards the three Valeryon children, each smiling innocently at one another turning and looking away. "Well… The matter is settled. Again. I hereby reaffirm Princess Amelia of House Velaryon as Heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood throne, and the next lady of the tides." the king spoke. Amelia nodding, along with Rhaenyra each keeping their eyes forward on the king.

"You break law and centuries of tradition to install your daughter as heir. Yes you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Verlaryon. No. I will not allow it." Vaemond spat towards the king. "Allow it? Do not forget yourself, Vaemond." the king muttered. Vaemond glared at the king, then turned and pointed at the princess, to which Daemon shifted, grabbing her shoulder. "That is no true Verlaryon, and certainly no niece of mine." Vaemond growled. Amelia swallowed watching him, her mother ordering her to go to her chambers while remarking to Vaemond. "Amelia is my true-born granddaughter. And you are no more than the second son of Driftmark." the king spoke down on him. "You.. May run your house as you see fit, but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the doom, and a thousand tribulations besides. And god's be damned… I will not see it ended on the account of this.." he muttered staring directly at Amelia. Grey pulled her back seeing the way Daemon was shifting Dark Sister. "Say it.." the prince whispered. "Her children.. are BASTARDS!" he yelled. Amelia and her brothers flinched, Rhaenyra quickly covering her children glaring at Vaemond. "And she is a whore… And her daughter will follow in her footsteps." he whispered.

Amelia's heartbeat sped up quickly at the mention of her being a whore, head turning away in shame feeling like the Lord in front of her knew of her doings. The king stood pulling the kings dagger from his side. "I will have your tongue for that.." he muttered. But Daemon got Vaemond first, Dark Sister cut through Vaemond's skull like it was butter. The sounds of gasps and yells escaped the crowds, the sounds of Vaemond's body slapping to the floor, blood spilling on the stone staining it red. Amelia looked, lips parting, quickly turning away eyes wide in fear. Grey's arm wrapped around her, stopping her from looking at the horrid scene. "He can keep his tongue." Daemon spoke down at the body. "Unarm him!" Otto ordered. Guards moved forward to do so, Daemon lifting Dark Sister, cleaning it muttering a 'no need' and rejoining his family.

Grey held the princess' head, Rhaenyra ordering him to get her out of here. To which he immediately obeyed, leading her away, turning her so she wouldn't see the body. Whispers escaped her in a panic, hands shaking as they sat against her ears. The greens watched the princess be removed, Alicent holding her stomach feeling ill with the scene in front of her.

Amelia was led far from the throne room, and taken to the gardens so she could get some fresh air. Grey kneeled in front of her, watching as she whispered to herself, breathing heavily. "Hey little one.. I need you to look at me okay, just me, just hear my voice." he softly spoke. She looked down at him, shaking in fear. "Deep breath in.. Good girl, now slowly let it out.. good. Keep doing that okay, with me." he softly spoke. She obeyed following his breaths with her own, hands lowering to her sides. "Good, good," he whispered. He slowly stood to his full height brushing a few dark strands of hair back. "The green will take and take til the black submit." she whispered. He wanted to question her words, but he knew she wouldn't have an answer so he held back.

Grey lifted his gaze from her lowered one seeing the one-eyed prince standing in the doorway. The princess didn't look up, still doing the breathing exercise, despite the small whispers of visions escaping her lips. "My prince." Grey spoke up. His soft tone was gone when he addressed the man. Aemond moved towards his niece, taking her chin in his hand and lifting her gaze. "Quite the panic niece, are you okay?" he questioned. She nodded slowly looking up at him, memories of him leaving her in desperation coming back. "Answer properly." he ordered. She took in a heavy breath, the exercising disappearing in seconds. "Yes.." she whispered. Her voice was shaky, hand reaching out for her guard, but Aemond caught lifting it to his lips. "I must congratulate you on your betrothal dear niece." he rasped. He released her hand smirking at the panic he put her in, turning and walking away forcing Grey to go right back to addressing her regained panic.

Before dinner had started or even announced, Aemond had his niece pinned to the stone walls of the red keeps halls. Her back to him, his hand hidden beneath her dress, fingers thrusting in and out of her. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You tell me to stop yet you drip over my fingers.." he whispered hotly in her ear. He had placed her right back into a panicked state, using it as an advantage to manhandle her into the position he wanted.

She had been on her way to get her brothers for dinner, when Aemond had stopped her with a dagger twirling in his hand. He got her against the wall, the blade pointed at the middle of her throat, chest rising and falling at a quick pace pleading for him to leave her be. "Beg more niece." he had whispered. He pressed the blade to her throat ordering for her to turn and lift her skirt, to which she had obeyed despite her pleas for him not to do this out in the open.

"Aemond.." she whimpered. Soon her head fell back giving into his handlings, the blade no longer an issue as it pressed into her skin. She could yell out, and Grey would be by her side in seconds, ripping the prince from her and beheading him; but she didn't, she just whined and moaned into his neck. Her hand moved up grasping at his wrist, not pulling or moving it away, but merely holding onto it. Her Targaryen blood showed the want for any ounce of control she could gain from the moment. Her arm soon raised wrapping around his neck pulling him down closer to her. She pulled his hand from her throat that held the dagger, his fingers moving out of her. Just as he was about to walk away she grabbed him, pulling him back by the leather tunic, her back now pressed into the wall. "Why run away?" she whispered. He looked down at, putting the dagger back into its sheath staring down at her. "Don't tell me you're scared of me uncle." she whispered. "Do I look scared?" he questioned. "Yes." she slowly answered. "You ran away last night, leaving me to handle myself." She lied. "That's quite rude." she whispered. "Kiss me." She whispered. "Make me." he rasped. "If I must, I will." she replied.

She leaned closer, pulling him down to her, lips fanning over his slowly pressing forward. Their lips molded together perfectly, his arm wrapping around her waist. He allowed her to turn him so his back was to the wall, her heeled boots allowed her to meet his height in the slightest. He pulled her into him, pressing her body closer to his, but no matter what it wasn't good enough. He wasn't close enough, their bodies weren't pressed together enough. They needed more, their hands exploring one another in ways the gods would turn their heads to disappointment. She moved away whispering his name, to which he hummed deeply. He leaned down once more kissing her once again, this time his tongue pushed past her lips and inside of the tavern of her own. A soft moan escaped her, tongue pressing into, tasting one another, slowly becoming addicted to the tastes.

Moving away once more gasping for air, tongue sneaking out tasting him on her. Her brown eyes were blown with lust, body flushed and overheated, her dress now becoming a very heavy layer of clothing. His eye searched for her own, taking in every emotion soaring through them. He could see the innocence flooding her eyes, but the want for control was also there. They both wanted control in their own ways, which is why he left her last eve. She wanted him just as he wanted her, but she wished for control, something he only wanted. He wanted full control over her, which is why he put her into a panic in the first place. But even that didn't last long, the lust and wanting pouring through her body took over.

"Aemond.." she whispered. Their lips molding together once more, each fighting for dominance. Dinner was no longer an option, the two already far too gone in each other's want and pleasure. They barely made it back to their chambers, finding themselves inside of the throne room instead. High-pitched moans and deep groans filled the hall, skin slapping skin echoed off of the walls. Taking her maidenhood marked her as his, their families would have no other options but to marry her to him.

'The green will take and take til the black submit.'

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An AU where all three Alicent ships could co-exist would be chaotic like this:

It is revealed that yes, Alicent and Daemon had a past as per asoiaf, and Rhaenyra somehow finds out. At the same time, Alicent has found out about Rhaenyra's relationship with Cole, and as Rhaenyra gets married to Daemon to spite Alicent, Alicole happens for Alicent to provoke Rhaenyra. Rhaenicent is basically Rhaenyra and Alicent claiming each other through their lovers, in a "I want what you have and I shall have you" kind of mood.

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Helaena x best friend fem reader

The reader loves to tease the Helaena and eventually after teasing her she passionately kisses her in a abandoned courtyard…. Fluff!!!

Note: Short and sweet 😁

A Teaser

Pairing: Helaena Targaryen x Fem!reader

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"Please stop."

You looked at your best friend Helaena who was sitting beside you on the bench at the courtyard. It was just the two of you at the moment since Helaena let her guard the time away so she could spend some time alone with you outside.

Not everyone can say their best friend is a princess, you were her lady-in-wait, the two of you known each other since you were little.

And according to her, you're a tease.

"Stop what?" you asked after stopping biting your lower lip.

Helaena hesitated for a moment until she pointed at your face, "That."

"My face?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow.

Helaena let out a sigh, rolling her eyes, "You biting your lip again."

You smirked, "Why are you looking at my lips?" you asked.

Alright, you are a tease.

Helaena didn't answer and looked away, letting out a breath. "So," you started, "How is your charming brother?"

"Aemond is alright," she said, thinking you were talking about her younger brother. "He should be at the library."

You rolled your eyes, "I meant the charming brother. As if the annoying one."

"Oh," she muttered and shrugged, "Aegon is... well, Aegon."

You hummed, "Annoying? Cold hearted? That sort?"

Helaena let a small smile slip on her lips before looking around at the empty looking area. "To be honest... your mother had lost her mind when she married the two of you," you said.

"Shh," she whispered as she looked at you and grabbed your hand in hers. "What is someone hear you saying something like that at the Queen?"

"Then she will know what I think of her in that matter," you muttered. "You deserve better than Aegon." You looked away, "She should have married you to Aemond, he's a better man than him."

"I think my mother wants you to marry Aemond," Helaena said, and you quickly looked at her with wide eyes. She nodded, "She thinks you are suited for him."

"Just because I can get along with him?" you suggested as you raised an eyebrow. "You and I are even much better match, don't you think?"

Helaena chuckled softly, blushing a little, "Perhaps."

You both stared at each other for a moment. You bit your lower lip again as you looked away. "You doing it again," she said.

You chuckled and smirked as you looked at her, "What would you do about it?" you teased.

Your smirk disappeared as she leaned forward quickly and pressed her lips against yours. But then she quickly moved away.

"That," she said with confidence in her voice.

You stared at her for a second longer and then moved forward, kissing her on the lips.

After a few moments of kissing, you both pulled away but then leaned back in, turning to kiss passionately for a little longer.

The two of you pulled away, trying to capture your breaths. "You're a tease," she muttered, cheeks pink.

You let out a breathless chuckle but then leaned back to kiss her softly on the lips again, feeling her smiling against your lips.

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oddduckthatgirl · 2 months

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I feel attacked

#legolas #aemond targaryen #deamon targaryen #geralt of rivia #lord of the rings #hotd #the witcher

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pinkypastal · 1 year

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I am sorry but David Tennant's son and Peter Davison's grandson playing Matt Smith's nephew will never not be funny

#i love the Tennants man #ty tennant #David Tennant #peter davison #matt smith #house of the dragon #hotd #doctor who #deamon targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #5th doctor #10th doctor #11th doctor

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my-on-and-off-writingstuff · 1 year

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Troublemaker PT. 4 | Daemon Targaryen x reader

Summary: When I said I would not write another part of troublemaker, oops. here it is. Daemon worrying about his pregnant wife. part 1, part 2, part 3 of the troublemaker serie.

111 AC

“Y/n Targaryen what in the gods name are you doing?” she looked over her shoulder to see your husband and you feel the horse stiffen underneath you. For a split second you have the fear that it will buck and run for the hills, but it calms down enough to shake its head and relax. You softly stroke her neck and praise her for not running away in fear. Anya is a beautiful black mare, who could be clumsy at times, but she trotted and jumped as the best. She did not like men around her much and at times she could have a bit of a temperament, but she was a gentle soul and very curious. As soon as the two of you had meet. She had instantly bonded with you and you with her. She had been a gift from Daemon for your first marriage anniversary. According to him, the horse’s temperament had reminded you of him when he saw Anya for the very first time. He had been away for business and when walking through the stables with a lord he had come across Anya.

“Anya needed exercise!” You yell back at your lovely husband who looks like he had just recovered from a panic attack. He has been way to worried about you for the last few months and today his concern was shining bright as ever. “Get your lovely ass of that horse before you break something, the maester said no horse riding anymore, you need to rest.” You laugh softly but do not make any moves of climbing down instead you direct Anya with your knees closer to Daemon. “He is an old man; exercise is healthy for the three of us.”

You almost feel sorry for your husband, but the maester was old and conservative, you knew your body the best and had seen your fair side of pregnancies in your life. You know that you were not too far along yet to ride a horse and exercise is just as healthy if not more than staying in bed all day. However, your poor husband was not that convinced the exercise part and had asked a maester for advice. Since you had told him you were pregnant, he had not let you of his eye, always fussing over you and making a scene out of it wherever you went. You knew deep down that he was scarred of losing you like he had lost his mother. He would save you in a heartbeat over the child if it came to it and you both knew it. As he had said he did not need child perse, but he could not live without you. Nonetheless you were pretty sure that as soon at the little one was born, he would all but forget about you.

He slowly comes closer, and you saw the worry on his face. “I just worry, for you and the babe.” You smile at him and reach out your hand for him to take while still sitting atop of Anya. “I know but I am not made of glass or sugar for that matter.” Daemon takes your hand and brings it to his mouth placing a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. “Even if you where you would be the strongest type of glass, but it’s a husband’s job to worry.” Before you can reject that statement his arms quickly lift you up from the saddle and he settles you down next to him, tucking you into his side. “However, you are trouble whenever you go, and I rather not find my wife with a broken neck.” You huff and lightly hit his chest. “I am a better rider then you are.” He smiles down at you, and you twist yourself out of his arms. “That you are but you also currently have a condition which has not made you less clumsy.”

Your face flushes with anger and quickly turn around to focus on Anya and ignore Daemons last statement. Anya is not faring much better as she is breathing harshly through her noose and stomping her leg on the grass. Apparently, Daemon has also reached his limit with her. She shakes her head at Daemon and before you can even intervene throws him on his ass right in a puddle of mud. You stifle your laugh as you know look down on your husband who looks at the both of you with a look of shock and acceptance. “I don’t think Anya, nor I approve of you calling me being pregnant a condition.” With those words you turn around leading Anya back to the stables leaving Daemon behind in the mud.

Daemon shakes his head still in disbelief as he watches his little troublemaker walk away with her little helper. He knew he should not have said those words and the universe had found a way to punish him for it. Groaning he lifted himself up to his own two feet and followed your form to the stables like a puppy.

111 AC

Everybody you came across today was not meeting your eyes and it was getting old real fast. Because you were concerned that something was wrong with your appearance you had looked in a mirror, but both your hair and face looked perfectly fine. You had racked your brain to try and come up with an explanation for why everybody was ignoring you but the only thing that came to mind was that Daemon had found a way to get himself, and to an extension you exiled again.

You smiled at the approaching lord coming from the council room, which you remembered to be working alongside your husband. But like many before him his eyes widen and immediately turn to the ground, rushing past you like you were hideous. You feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment and anger as you walk into the council room to find your husband. As soon as you enter a silence rolls over the remaining lords halting every conversation. One of them even has the audacity to awkwardly cough while looking at Daemon.

Your husband however unashamedly stares at your chest and slowly you feel horrified as you notice the wetness at the chest of the bodice. You groan softly as your eyes find two wet sticky splotches on your bodice. Your body is leaking milk unbeknown to you. It made sense if you thought about it being at the end of pregnancy, but it does not mean you have to like what your body is doing to you. As if walking around like a duck and not being able to see your feet because of your belly wasn’t enough. Only the gods know for how you had walked around with it. Well, nobody had shamed you all had instead chosen to look away to at least grant you some decency. But you would rather have had somebody tell you, that you were walking around with two bloody milk dots. Men are all so stupid.

“Alright out with you all!” Daemon voice booms through the room as he pulls you into his chest. With flushed cheeks you press your face into his chest. “I have been walking with these for a while now, everybody saw, how stupid. I even cursed out some lords after not greeting me.” Daemon only laughs and softly kisses your forehead. “Well at least they listen to my wedding speech about not looking or even thinking about sexualizing you. You look up at survey the room but the only two people still left are Daemon and you. “Well, you did promise to cut out their guts and feed it to them if they did so it think your point was clear. “He lifts you up and gentle sets you down on the table. “Damn straight, you are mine, all mine.” His lips find the border of where your neck and jaw meet, and he possessively kisses the little spot.

“Uncle Daemon…” the soft voice of Rhaenyra carries through the room, but Daemon does not stop instead he attacks your neck with more kisses. “Oh, never mind.” You hear the secondhand embarrassment in her voice as she took in the sight in front of her, but neither Daemon nor you could care at this moment. Moreover, you have had your share of embarrassment for today and having to have a little chat with Rhaenyra after she had just seen you two was not really on things you wanted to discuss today.

113 AC

Daemon was enjoying the sight in front of him. you were laying in the hollow of his arm, your hand laying on his chest, while your head was resting on his arm near his shoulder. Sun was coming through the window as the night sky made space for the sun. your belly was slightly in the way, but he did not care much as he could feeling nothing else then being contempt. You were going to give him another heir and he could not be happier your first pregnancy had been a breeze and he had eased up on the worrying bit the second time around but still he liked it best when you were close to him and engaging in too straining activities.

The door to your shared room opened with a little creak and he looked up, trying to make out who was the intruder. His other hand automatically found the knife hidden by the nightstand. However, the sound of little feet made him halt in his actions as he recognized his first-born son. “Dada, I stay?” Daemon felt you stir in his arms as your eyes fluttered open. You looked over your shoulder and saw your little toddler standing there. Immediately a smile crossed your face. Daemon wondered how the little Baelon had been able to make his way out of his crib and find his way towards your room but let it slide as he saw his soon tiredly wiping his eyes.

You had opened the blanket for Baelon and gestured that he should nestle himself between the two of you, scooting just so slightly back his little body could fit in-between the two of you. Baelon did not need any more encouragement as he climbed his way over Daemon legs to nestle himself in-between. His head rested on your chest, and you closed your eyes again as you hand made its way to Baelon’s back, drawing small circles to sooth him. not long after Daemon heard your breathing pattern change and he knew you were back to sleep. He smiled at himself as he ignored the sun coming into the room even further and nestled back in with his little family. Business could wait he had everything he needed right here. Daemon closed his eyes but not before tightening his grip on his wife and his son.

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