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avtrbee · 1 year

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in the beginning (part 2)

✢summary: in a final attempt to salvage the rift between your families, you suggest a marriage pact between you and and alicent’s second son (part 2 of in the beginning)

✢pairing: aemond targaryen/reader, 3.7k words

✢warnings: typical targaryen incest, possessive aemond, i think i write aemond in a darker way than what tumblr sees him as, add more lmao

✢a/n: hello everyone! i'm glad by the attention in the beginning got :)) thank you so much for your comments and notes and please do not hesitate to tell me how you feel about my work! your responses motivate me so much, thank you once again <33 there is no taglist for this fic, unfortunately. + gif isnt mine!

The next few days were a blur. True to your mother’s words, your trip back to Dragonstone had been postponed, though you were fairly sure you were to stay in Kings Landing indefinitely as Aemond’s wife. Once the news of your engagement has reached the ears of the realm, you have been subjected to endless congratulations from lords and ladies and their best wishes. Your brothers, on the other hand…well, you didn’t stick around for that.

“You can’t evade them forever, sweet girl,” your mother tells you. She has little Aegon beside her who runs towards you as soon as he spots you.

“Do they hate me?” You ask quietly. You sit on a bench outside of a balcony, wringing your hands. You despise the way you sounded so timid- so weak. At least Aegon is content and happy playing with your skirts, oblivious to any conflict within the family.

You hear Rhaenyra’s steps as she walks to you with a hand on her belly. “Hate you?” She repeats with a small laugh. “You have held Jace’s heart since the day he held you. Luke looks up to you more than anyone.” Her slender finger raises your head by lifting your chin and stare you down with her gaze. “You cannot avoid your brothers forever.”

You weren’t avoiding them…you just preferred to delay their inevitable reactions. Unfortunately, your mother was right. It was Jace who finally cornered you in the gardens, waiting for Aemond to finish his morning sparring.

“I’ve missed you.” Jace’s words cut through the tension first. Guilt floods your mind. Out of all your brothers, Jace was the one closest to you. You remember Laenor complaining as he was tasked to chase two toddlers around the keep, with one going the opposite way of the other.

“It’s only been a fortnight, Jace. I’ve…I’ve been busy with the preparations,” you lie and Jace looks at you with a knowing glare. You avoid his gaze instantly. “Where is Luke? He normally shadows you like a lost pup.”

Jace shrugs. “I’m sorry that it had come to this,” he whispers, walking towards you. A closer look on your brother tells you that he had run away from sword training early as there was a thin layer of sweat that covers him. “I shouldn’t have let him get under my skin during the dinner, I should’t have-”

“I know,” you reply softly. Jace takes a seat beside you and you lean on him instantly. Jace had been your first knight, your first protector out of anyone. “I shouldn't have hit Aegon, too.”

“I don’t like it,” Jace announces and it does not surprise you. Bad blood between the Princess and the Queen’s children are well known. “I don’t want you to marry him.”

“I don’t like it either,” you admit. Not yet, your mind whispers. “Brother-“

“You asked for this, did you not?” Jace asks, looking at you. “Mother told us- Daemon too. You asked for this marriage. He did too, back in the day.”

You twist your head to look up at your brother. You have not heard this before. “What do you mean?”

You feel Jace’s shoulders shake as he laughs. “This is not the first time mother had tried to broker peace with the Queen. I was to marry Helaena and you to Aegon,” your brother tells you and you nod. You had known about the failed efforts and the betrothals that she had offered. “Aegon had boasted your betrothal to Aemond that day and I had never seen him so angry-” Jace laughs heartily. “-Aemond was still a little thing back then, and half as talented with a sword but he still challenged Aegon to a duel.”

“For my hand?” You ask amused and Jace nods in reply. “He liked me that much?”

“And now he will have you.” Jace finishes, “all because you have begged mother for it.”

His stare bores down on you and you feel a sudden rush of anger surge in you.You lift your head out of Jace’s shoulder and stand. “You should be on your knees, thanking me,” you seethe. You briefly wonder if you resemble your mother the most angry. “I am cleaning up the messes you have made.”

“I am only scared for you, mandia,” Jace confesses, taking your hand in his. His tone quells most of your anger, and makes you feel as if nine again with Jace gently scolding you for a broken vase. “We were only children, after all.”

“He was also a child,” you frown.

“Do not act like you were not complicit in teasing him,” Jace warns, “He does not carry bad blood towards you because of some childhood infatuation.”

“I did not tease him by flaunting a pig to be his dragon!” You reason. You were once a child, eager to accept any sort of attention from your brothers and uncles and wary of any action that would lose their favor. You were torn once you were old enough to realize that they had chosen Aemond to be their victim when he had always paid such gentle care for you.

You regret it now, turning a blind eye to Aemond when he was clearly suffering, and guilt bubbles in your chest when you remember Aemond welcoming you into his chambers to play despite looking the other way when he was pushed and thrown to the ground.

You recall his glum mood when you entered his chambers in the afternoon holding two wooden dragons on each hand.

From his seat, Aemond shyly peaked at your approaching figure. You could not have hid the gasp that escaped your mouth when you saw his face. Aemond’s right eye was beaten and swollen blue while his other side had streaks of blood running down his cheeks from his forehead.

“Aemond!” You rush to him, dropping the wooden dragons on the floor.

In a panic, you reached for a nearby rag on his dresser and began your attempt to wipe the blood off of his face. At your touch, Aemond flinches before you realize you have had to be gentle in treating his face. Gentle like he was to you.

“What happened?” You asked, dabbing on the already dried blood that ran across his cheeks. You moved away to dip the cloth in a glass of water in hopes to wipe the blood off his face.

“I was fighting,” Aemond answers, leaning in as you came back with a damp rag.

“Fighting who?” You try your best to be even more gentle once you got the the wound on his forehead.

“Aegon.” He turns his head to look at you when he answers. “I challenged him to a duel to protect someone.”

Your face morphs into shock. “Aegon?” You demand. “He is twice your size! They must be pretty important for them to make you fight Aegon.”

Aemond does not offer you a reply, but you do not mind. His silence means the less his head will move and thus, the more you could clean his face.

“You must see a maester,” you say in defeat. You had gotten a closer look at his now cleaned wound, and though it would not need stitches, it needs a special salve that Maester Mellos keeps in his rooms.

“Aemond?” You call for his attention when you realize he was not listening. Instead, his gaze is focused on the door of his chambers. You follow his sight and realize he was staring on the floor where you had dropped your wooden dragons.

“Do you think I’d ever get a dragon?” He asks.

You were careful enough to hide your pitying stare when he looked at you. You had found that Aemond loathes pity, especially when talking about dragons. You had tried to express your sorrow for him once, but he only responded in anger. “Maegor didn’t have a dragon until he was twenty-and-six,” you offer instead. “He got Balerion after it.”

“I don’t want to be like Maegor the Cruel!” Aemond protested, his eyes misting up in tears. “Aegon tells tales of dragonriding, it’s all he talks about. It’s freeing, he says, and everyone looks like ants when you look below. I’d never get to experience it. Even Helaena has a dragon.”

You gasp audibly, as an idea pops in your head. You grasp his hand, tugging him out of the room. “We can ride Vermithor!” You tell him. “He was King Jaehaerys’ dragon, the biggest after Vhagar so he can definitely saddle two. Maybe even more!”

Aemond snatches his hands back. “I don’t want to ride Vermithor! He’s yours! He’s not my dragon.” Aemond’s face looks at you contorts in betrayal and hurt.

You realize he thinks you’re mocking him. “No, no-” you reach out to grasp his hands again in a desperate attempt to satiate his temper. “I- I only meant you can ride with me! So you could feel what it’s like! Besides…” you trail off, uncertain.

Aemond looks at you curiously and squeezes your hand. You relent immediately. “Would you like to know a secret?” Aemond nods and you pull him closer. “Mother says I’m not to marry Aegon anymore,” you whisper, darting your eyes around the hallway for anyone who might listen. “She says the King and your lady mother had chosen to betrothe him to Helaena instead.”

You look around the hallway again, missing Aemond’s small smile that he could not resist even with a split lip. “Maybe…” you continue. “Maybe she’ll tell the queen to betroth me to you next, that way you don’t need your own dragon because husband and wives share things. All that is his is hers, and hers his.”

“Truly?” Aemond asks.

You nod. “Vermithor can be ours,” you insist. “Whenever you want a ride, you can always find me and we’ll ride together, then you won’t need your own dragon anymore." You tug his hand down the hall with full intentions of running to the Dragon Pit. This time, Aemond did not resist. “Let’s ride our dragon.”

Aemond had screamed so loud as he rode Vermithor behind you, as the dragon flew as soon as he sat down on the saddle. His hands squeezed your waist tighter as he shouted louder while you held on to the reins tightly.

Eventually Vermithor’s ascent comes to a stop, developing into a smooth sail along the clouds. “Open your eyes, Aemond!” You command.

“How did you know I was closing them?” Aemond quips, hugging your waist tighter despite the easier flight. You had no doubt in your mind that his eyes remained squeezed shut.

“Open them!”

For a minute, Aemond is silent. You had half a thought to threaten him to his fall if continues to close his eyes, but before you could word out your threat he whispered softly, “Beautiful.”

Then you imagine he took in the sight of Kings Landing and Blackwater Bay on top of the clouds, admiring the tall structure of the Red Keep and millions of houses surrounding it. From here, he could catch the view of the Kingswood as it peeks at the horizon.

You couldn't agree more. “Indeed.”

He was looking at you.

The rare sight of your mother, Queen Alicent and King Viserys together greets you as you land. Alicent runs to Aemond as soon as Vermithor is escorted back into the pit, and kneels in worry as she hugs her son.

“I thought-” Alicent mutters, smoothing Aemond’s hair over and over. “I had thought the worst.”

“Don’t worry, mother.” Aemond says, with the widest smile on his face. “I rode a dragon!”

Your mother was the sole opposite of Alicent for she did not reek of worry, she radiated in anger. Nevertheless, she rushes to you. “What were you thinking?” Rhaenyra demands. She tugs your ear. “If Aemond had fell-”

“But he didn’t, sweet girl,” you felt the firm hand of your grandfather. Viserys looks down at you with a proud smile.

Behind you, your mother rolls her eyes. “Father, don’t save the damn girl. She’s spoiled enough as it is.”

“Ah, it’s her grandmother’s spirit, I tell you.” Viserys replies, his eyes twinkling at you in pride.

“Lady Alyssa?” You ask, already familiar with your grandfather’s tendency to compare you to his mother. “You and Uncle Daemon’s mother?”

“Yes, brave girl.” Viserys agrees with a nostalgic smile. “Have I ever told you my first ride on a dragon? I was no smaller than a babe when my mother, the Lady Alyssa…”

“If there is any penance we could do, sister, we would do it.” Jace’s voice tugs you out of your memory.

“I am the penance, Jace.” You say, frustrated. “I am the punishment. Our marriage will close the rift that we have opened.” It is not fair- none of it is. You try not to dwell on your situation too much lest you’d be tempted to thrash and throw an unladylike tantrum. If only you, Jace, and Luke were kinder to Aemond, if only Aemond didn’t lose his eye, if only your lady mother and lord father had other children-

“Have you seen his left eye, sister?” asked Jace. His tone is unrelenting and stubborn, too hurt from the reminder that a marriage needed to be born over childhood games. “I hear he has a sapphire in place of it. Some say he exchanges the gem to each day.”

“Jace, please,” You plead quietly, mindful that even in private gardens Kings Landing has ears. You cannot let them see anymore cracks of your house. “I am not asking you to be friendly, I’m only asking for civility for my sake, if not, for the realm.”

Jace holds your stare almost challengingly, before a voice rings out from the other edge of the garden.

“Betrothed,” greeted Aemond.

Your head whips to the direction of his voice. He stalks over the two of you like a tiger, each step a calculated move of restraint. He has grown so much now that Aegon could steal no victories in challenged duels, and you were sure he would fare well against Jacerys despite being a few years younger.

Aemond’s eye glinted in the sunlight as you see it roam your figure before slowly looking at Jace beside you. “Brother,” Aemond greets maliciously with a smirk upon his lips.

Jace gives a tight lipped smile that almost looks painful. He regards Aemond with a curt nod. “Not yet.”

Your head turns back to face your brother with a glare and he meets your gaze in equal rebellion. You echo your previous plea to him in your head desperately as if he could hear your thoughts. Before long, Jacerys relents and breathes out a sigh.

He extends an arm to your head, bringing your forehead close and presses a soft kiss on your temple.

“I was just leaving, brother,” Jacerys says as he steps away from you. It was not the best response he could have given, but you did ask for civility and not sudden camaraderie. You give him a grateful smile as he turns and walks away.

“Hmm,” was all Aemond had to say as he saw the silent batte between the two eldest children of his sister. Wordlessly, he offered you his arm which you graciously accepted and he led you to the opposite side of Jacerys’ path, walking you deeper in the gardens of the Red Keep.

For the past two weeks, it had become a habit for you to wait for Aemond to finish his morning lessons with Ser Criston Cole and you would roam the Red Keep’s halls with your arms in his. Sometimes he surprises you with courting gifts. Once, he had given you a necklace embedded with huge sapphire stones and little rubies surrounding it.

“For your Velaryon and Targaryen blood,” Aemond explained, as you turned and raised your hair. His fingers were gentle as he hung the necklace around your neck.

“Why bother with these courting gifts?” You asked. “I am to marry you anyway.”

“A reminder to the others,” he simply replies.

You try your best not to snort. You had almost smirked in amusement once Aemond had presented you with the necklace. You pretended not to notice that the shades of the sapphires were far deeper than the color of your father’s house, but instead perfectly matches the shade of his left eye. You would not be surprised if the sapphires were cut from the same stone to what was in his face.

Despite your initial reaction to the betrothal, you had found yourself charmed at the gesture- not that you would openly admit it.

“Jacerys is fond of you,” Aemond says after a few moments. He had said nothing as you strolled through the gardens until now. “He is incredibly protective.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at Aemond’s hypocrisy, with the weight of your sapphire necklace sitting heavily on your neck a screaming reminder to anyone that you were spoken for. “He is my brother,” you reply instead, clutching Aemond’s arm. “My first knight before any of the others.”

Aemond gave another hmm, offering no reply until minutes later when he asked- “Does he fuck you?”

You halt immediately, eyes widening at the accusation. You blink at Aemond once trying to understand if you had heard him wrong. Aemond’s gaze looked at you expectantly.

“What.” It came more of a statement than a question.

“Does he fuck you?” Aemond calmly repeats, tugging your arm to continue your walk. If you weren’t too bewildered, you would have noticed the slight tremble in his hand.

“He’s my brother!” You protest, disgusted. Your face contorts in what you would imagine your expression would be if you had bitten into a lemon.

Beside you Aemond scoffs. “As if that has ever stopped our family before.”

You tilt your head in consideration. Well- he’s not wrong. “He doesn’t. He wouldn’t dare,” you answer. “He is a gentleman to a fault. The only women he can talk to freely are me and our mother.”

Aemond’s eyes squint in thought. “Has he ever bedded a woman?”

“Why are we discussing Jacerys’…bedroom activities?” You snap. You do not want that image in your head, especially since his rooms in Dragonstone are directly beside yours. “Please remind me.”

Before you knew it, you had arrived at the courtyard where Aemond had been before he came to you at the gardens. Aemond slows down to a stop.

“Tell me, my lady,” Aemond whispers as his nose trails your jaw. He has caged you in his presence behind a pillar in the courtyard. “Have you ever touched a man?”

You hitch a breath as you feel his hand clump your dress’s fabric, slowly pinching it up, up, up. You feel the summer breeze on your now exposed leg. Your eyes frantically roam the courtyard, wary of any person that was unfortunate enough to pass by, all the while Aemond’s face remains close to you.

You can feel every breath he takes and he lets out as he leans further in you like Aemond was taking a good sniff.

“It’s alright,” he coos, his free arm patting your hair. “I admit I have lain with a woman before.” Your eyes snap to look at him, almost insulted. How dare he tell you this like you aren't his betrothed? You get the sudden urge to rip the necklace off you and throw them on the ground only to see his expression.

But it seems like your anger fuels him more. “Aegon dragged me to a brothel,” Aemond explains, trying to placate you. “If I had known you were to be my wife I’d turn any woman away. So- tell me, my lady, have you?”

Aemond looks at you with a smiling look but you are still wary.

“I have,” you admit quietly and Aemond’s face drops.

“With who?” He shakes as he asks you this, his fist shaking as he holds your dress.

You see the Targaryen madness poets speak about your family in his violet eye that glints of violence no matter what you will say. The madness had killed the builders of the Red Keep,

“A stableboy. In Dragonstone.” Your voice is a whisper as your own eyes look up to him nervously.

“A stableboy?” Aemond repeats, his eye glinting once more before your hand clamps on his wrist in a panic. Aemond’s hand has suddenly wrapped around your throat, squeezing threateningly. There was no dangerous pressure- not yet- but his hands shake like he wants to snap your head off.

“Aemond-” you try to plead but he is far gone.

“You sullied yourself for me,” he whispers incredulously, “for a stableboy?”

“You have fucked a whore,” you seethe as you feel his hands tighten.

Immediately, his hand is gone from your neck. His palm cups the back of your head and pushes it to his chest where he lays his chin on it. “It’s alright,” he whispers, all traces of malice gone from his voice. You feel the vibrations of his voice on your head. “With a mother with three bastards and a brother with hundreds more, we didn’t know any better did we?”

You try to rip yourself off him, insulted at his remark at your mother but his hand remains firmly behind your head. Aemond cages you with his palm and his leathers.

“Shhh,” he whispers. You feel his fingers leave your dress as his palm makes contact with your thigh. You feel your eyes flutter as his hand roams your leg, his fingers gently caressing up, up, up-

“My prince, my princess.”

The way Aemond turned around to face the approaching servant was comically elegant, if his hand were’t so near your cunt just moments before. You try to calm your heart that was beating so loud that you were certain the servant would have heard it.

“There are dressmakers ready for you in your chambers.” To your dismay, the servant’s gaze turned worrisome at the sight of you. “My princess, are- are you alright? Shall I fetch the maester? You’re face is burning.”

“Oh,” You chuckle awkwardly, a hand coming up to your face. “I didn’t realize-”

“The princess is cold. No need for any maesters,” Aemond answers swiftly, before turning to you. “Come, my lady,” he coos mockingly with the devilish smile like he could hear the rapid beat of your heart. “The dressmakers are waiting.”

Absolute cunt.

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doxypsychlean · 1 year

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Aegon II Targaryen x niece!Innocent!reader and her reaction to the dinner scene. Like she’s completely in love with Aegon but also that’s her family and brothers and sisters??? 🤍🤍🤍

Strong

Aegon II Targaryen x Strong!Reader

Next chapter: Strong pt.2

Warnings: Targcest, Explicit language, Some NSFW stuff but it's mild, Bit dark, Blood, Aegon gets his ass kicked -sorry, I'm in a weird mood for violence-

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!

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

Additional info: Aegon and the reader are married, Viserys' failed attempt to make peace. Reader is Rhaenyra's and Harwin's oldest. A Stronk gworlllll✨

A/N: Wasn't sure what Anon meant by "innocent", so I'm taking it as the reader being a patient and understanding person. Till she snaps...muehehehhehe >:)

P.S. I might write a pt.2 to this one, if there's enough ppl interested in reading it. Pt2 will be closer to what Anon requested tho, so not as whatever tf this is

"Think before you speak" Alicent, his mother, told him once after her hand had collided with his face.

But in order to do so, Aegon first had to learn how to listen. He'd never liked listening to others. He saw no point in learning anything from them. Prince Aegon had his own ways of moving through life.

"If you ever wish to know what it is to be well satisfied, all you have to do is ask." The Prince said as he made his way back to his seat.

From the corner of his eye, he could see his wife's pained expression. She didn't say anything, only stared down at her hands that were resting in her lap, fingers digging in. Angry tears threatening to spill from her dark brown eyes.

The woman made no move, even when her younger brother, Jace, slammed his hands on the table as he got up. All she did was shake her head from side to side, teeth clamping down on her tongue until she could taste the blood.

Not long after, music filled the room, expelling the silence. The Princess had turned to stare at her brother and aunt who were dancing, with a sad look on her face. The things she'd give to have Aegon offer his hand to her the way Jacaerys had done to Halaena. Instead, her husband was staring down the two, taking sip after sip from his cup.

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Strong. Strong. Strong.

The word echoed in her head. She turned to look at Aegon, eyes urging him to do something. Say something. Anything.

The wolfish grin on his face said enough. He wouldn't stand up for her, wouldn't protect her from his brother's harsh, cruel words.

The Princess rose to her feet, muttering excuses as she walked past her brother and out of the room.

As she reached the door, a loud bang came from behind her. The woman turned around, a shocked gasp tearing through her bloodied lips. Aegon was holding Luke by the neck, pinning him down on the table. Aemond shoved Jace, the boy falling to the ground then quickly getting back up.

She used the moment to slip past the heavy doors.

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She stared down at the burning logs in the fireplace, her grip on the book she was holding turning deadly as the doors flew open.

"Oh, how did you get here before me?" Aegon giggled as he made his way over to her, feet stumbling.

He was drunk. Again.

"I left hours ago." She sighed as she closed the book.

"You did?" The Prince let out a confused sound. "When?"

"Shortly before you slammed my brother's head into the table."

Aegon came to stand before her. He took the book from her hands and placed it on the table next to her. Then, ever so slowly, he sunk down to his knees, chin coming to rest on her leg.

"Well, the little twat deserved it." His finger went under the skirts of her dress, then trailed up. "Not my fault he doesn't know his place."

The woman squeezed her thighs together before his finger could go any further. She looked away from the man.

His brows furrowed, a look of puzzlement and slight hints of anger twisting his fine features.

"Are you angry with me, wife?"

She bit down on her tongue once more, blood gushing out of the fresh wound.

"No." The word came out as a whisper. "Just disappointed..."

His hands dissappeared from under her dress. Aegon grabbed her wrists with one hand, the other reaching for her face. Nails dug down as he turned her to look him in the eyes.

"Come again?" He hissed out, thumb rubbing over her bottom lip.

The woman pushed him away, Aegon falling on his back. Then she got up, leaving him to stare up at her in shock.

"First you offer your bed to my cousin, the one that is to marry my brother." She took a step towards him, Aegon crawling away. "Then your fucking brother insults me and my family in front of everyone."

Another step. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking away the blood that was trailing down her chin.

"You lay your filthy hands on my brother..." His back hit the wall. "...And now on me?"

Her knee met Aegon's face, blood splattering everywhere. The Prince sobered up fast. There was no anger left in him. Just fear. And desire. And lust.

"I am strong, husband." She said as she kicked him in the ribs, the man curling in a ball. "I am a Strong."

Aegon tried to hide his face, to hide himself from her.

But there was nowhere to hide. Not now. She'd been so patient with him. So understanding. She never demanded anything. Let him run around, chasing his whores. Let him drink himself stupid, then crawl into her bed. In her.

Her fingers ran through his silver-white hair. Then the hand formed into a fist. She pulled him up.

"Harwin Breakbones' blood runs through my veins. You know it just as well as I do." Aegon hissed, hands reaching for the one that had pulled him back on his knees. "Trust me, next time you do something like that..."

Aegon's ears started ringing. She'd slapped him. Hard. Harder than anyone had ever struck him before.

"...I will..." Followed by another slap. "...break..."

Aegon groaned as she pulled him up, so he could stand on his feet. Then she slammed the same hand she'd used to pull him, against his throat. The Prince's head smacked against the wall behind him. She squeezed.

"...each and every bone in your body."

With how close she was to him, Aegon could feel her breath fanning over his neck. He choked as her grip got bruisingly strong. Small white dots appearing in front of his eyes, hiding her angry face from him.

"Strip." The woman said. "That's why you came here in the first place, right?"

Two shaking hands reached for the clasps of his doublet. Aegon undid them quickly, letting the piece fall to the ground as he tried to unbutton his undershirt.

"You wish to act like a wild, uncivilized whore..." She pushed him away, tearing through the buttons of his silk tunic and making them fly out in all directions. "So be fucking it. You'll be treated as such."

A sound came from deep inside her chest. She was laughing. A low, short laugh. Her hands dropped back to her side.

"Not my fault you don't know your place..."

Then they went back up, to Aegon's breeches.

"But you'll learn."

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vsnyarbll · 1 year

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never enough

part 2

pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x fem!reader

words: 4.168

summary: Aegon claims he is not what people say he is. Is he, or is he not?

warnings: Aegon, kissing, angst, explicit language, some fluffy moments (but mostly angst), targcest

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my native language. Y/N is is the daughter of Rhaenyra. MDNI

Y/N was drunk. She wasn't usually this messed up after an argument with her mother.

This time they both used harsh words in the argument, and she found the solution in drinking. She couldn't even remember what had caused it, but she could remember that it hurt.

Her bad luck continued. The King and Queen decided that evening would be perfect for a family dinner.

Everyone had vacated their entire evening by order of the King. The King didn't think this was enough and made everyone confirm twice in the morning that they were free for the evening.

So the princess had to attend the dinner.

She was not sober enough to be aware of anything. Not that dinner with the king and queen would have been the last thing on her mind. She might even confuse about who they were.

Jacaerys and Lucerys had to take matters into their own hands.

They each took her arm and dragged her toward the dining room.

Y/N complained about the same things all the way. She kept turning to Jace and said, "She'll never love me the way she loves you." Jace felt sorry for her and explained in long explanations that her mother loved her the way she loved him, but when she said the same thing for the fifth time, he stopped trying. When Y/N kept talking, Jace said, “I could understand why she didn't love you," but Luke interrupted him directly.

A few steps from the wide door, she thrashed in her brothers' arms.

"Let go of me!"

“Y/N, you can't take one step on your own.”

“Try me.”

The two brothers exchanged glances.

Luke didn't want to let her go. Y/N would be in trouble if their mother found out she was drunk.

Jace was tired of dealing with her all day. He wanted her to realize that she needed them, even if he had the patience to put up with her for days.

"All right. You can walk yourself to the table."

Luke immediately started to speak out in protest but was stopped by Jace.

“She'll just take a few steps, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

He didn't want to oppose his brother any longer. And what he said made sense. He briefly weighed it in his head and let Jace do what he wanted.

“We'll be right behind you, okay?”

“You don't even have to. Nothing's going to happen.”

Jace sighed and watched Y/N walk towards the door.

Her first few steps were smooth. They were both convinced she could do it. But even though her steps were even, she banged her shoulder against the door as she walked in.

Everyone's focus was instantly on the girl.

The Queen in particular looked very surprised. Her husband had worked hard to organize that day and his granddaughter had come to dinner drunk. She had the same expression on her face that The King had when Daemon disappointed him.

Jace took her arm directly.

"Jace, I was walking just fine on my own."

"No, you weren't."

He escorted her to the table and sat her in the empty chair next to him.

"Is she okay?" asked Baela.

"No, she's not." Baela tilted his head and looked at her worriedly.

"But she'll be fine." Baela nodded, but she was still worried about her.

They couldn't leave the room because dinner was about to start. Baela tried to think of another way to keep Y/N from prying eyes. They could control Y/N if she sat in the middle of them instead of next to Aegon.

"Jace, you can switch places with her if you want. if so-" Before she could finish, the king walked in.

Everyone got up from their chairs. Jace took Y/N by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

As the King took his seat, everyone bowed to him. The Queen took her seat, and everyone sat down again.

Now that everyone was at the table, they couldn't switch places. Y/N had to sit in the chair between Aegon and Jace.

"How nice to see you all together. We need to increase the number of these dinners," said The King. "We should even have breakfast together tomorrow. Family is the most important matter in this life."

He looked at everyone at the table one by one and smiled. He loved his family.

"Distribute the food, please," he said to the servant standing next to him.

The servants quickly placed everyone's food on the table. The cooks cooked a vegetable dish for Helaena and a chicken dish for the others, a favorite of the King.

Y/N reached for the wine decanter on the table without touching her food, and Jace, who had been watching her every move since they sat down, took her hand.

"No more wine, Y/N."

"Don't be ridiculous. We're having dinner. Of course, I'll drink wine."

"I don't think you waited for dinner to drink wine."

Aegon heard the two siblings talking and understood why the girl was acting strangely. He felt stupid for not realizing it before. She didn't have her usual smiling face, and she wasn't her usual talkative self. Of course, she was drunk. But why?

There were no other events at the table while they were eating. Everyone finished their meals in peace. The Queen prayed dozens of times that the evening would be peaceful. The Gods had heard her voice and had given her the peace she wanted.

When the maids started serving the desserts, the music playing in the room changed. It was Baela's favorite dance music. The moment the melody filled her ears, she grabbed Jace's arm. "Jace, we have to dance!"

"Baela, I can't leave Y/N alone when she's like this."

"Jace, please! She's just sitting there. I don't think she's going to do anything."

Jace turned his gaze to his sister. She did indeed look calm. The drink that the maester had given her an hour earlier had finally started to work and had revived her.

"Okay, but we'll only dance for one song"

"Sure, sure! As much as you want."

They both knew Baela wouldn't be satisfied with just one song.

As they began to dance, Aegon checked everyone at the table.

Rhaneyra and Daemon didn't care about anyone at the table except each other.

The King was watching Jace and Baela happily.

The Queen was chatting with Lord Otto.

Helaena, as usual, was unaware of what was happening around her.

Aemond was glaring at his nephew.

What was the boy's name? He knows it starts with an L.

‘Could it be ‘Look’? No, no, that's not even a name. Luke? Lucerys!’

So basically, nobody at the table was in a position to care about Aegon and Y/N making small talk.

He put his right arm around the back of the princess's chair and leaned toward her.

"Why haven't you spoken to me since you returned to the Red Keep?"

Y/N turned her head to Aegon in surprise. She was glad that she was now completely sober. If Aegon said something to provoke her, it would be easier to answer with a sober mind.

"I didn't think you were interested in chatting with me."

"I'm always interested in chatting with pretty girls."

She rolled her eyes. "Have you become as bad as they say you are?"

"You tell me."

"I have no thoughts about you because we haven't spoken since we arrived."

"We haven't seen each other for only a few years. And that shouldn’t stop you from making assumptions about me. I have too many about you."

"And what are they?"

He smiled at the girl. "I know you're very outspoken."

He slid his hand off the chair and touched her arm. "I know you love dragons." He paused for a moment. "I know you like to ride your dragon."

He kept talking as he stroked her arm with his thumb. "As you know, I'm a dragon, too."

She quickly pushed his hand away. "I've been waiting to see when you'd get gross."

"And I didn't surprise you."

"And you didn't surprise me."

Aegon laughed. He took his hand off the chair and put it on the table. "You sound like my mother.”

Y/N averted her eyes. “Are you having trouble with your mother?”

"I am the firstborn son who doesn't like to take responsibility. Of course, I have problems with my mother.”

She wanted to ask him if he'd ever argue with his mother. She was undecided whether to ask him or not. But the next day, she could cover up everything she did that evening by saying she was drunk.

“Do you ever argue with her?”

He smiled, but there was sadness in his eyes. "I wouldn't exaggerate to say every day."

Then Aegon connected what had happened that day with the questions the princess had asked him. Ser Cole had reported to The Queen that loud noises were coming from princess Y/N's room. And the only person in her room was princess Rhaneyra. After that, she came to dinner drunk.

She had been drinking because of an argument with her mother.

"Everyone has problems with family members from time to time, princess."

She closed her eyes tightly. "How do you know?"

"I know because Aemond and I argue-"

"No, how do you know I argued with my mother?"

Aegon was silent for a while. "You won't find anyone in all kingdom who understands these situations better than me."

She looked at him back. "But your mother is right to be angry with you. The places you've been and the women you've been with are all problematic. You're not a good person. On the other hand, nobody has the right to be angry with me. I did everything she asked me to do."

Aegon just nodded. "You're right. I'm useless. I never tried to be good."

Aegon fixed his eyes on the plate in front of him. He seemed to be saying what he was saying to himself rather than talking to her. Y/N belatedly realized that she had upset Aegon. She had no intention of being rude. She had taken her anger at her mother out on him and regretted it instantly when she saw the sadness on his face.

She should apologize, but she didn't know how.

Y/N took his hand on the table and said the first thing that came to her mind. "Aegon, I didn't mean anything I said. I'm still angry with my mother. And then you told me how your mother treated you. That made me even angrier than I am."

"It's okay, Y/N. You don't think I care what people think after all these years, do you?”

Aegon's gaze shifted to the girl's hand on top of his. Her hands were smaller and softer than his own.

Her skin felt like silk.

"Do you want to go?"

"From Westeros?"

He chuckled. "No, do you want to go now? I'd love to take a break from spending time with our precious families."

The girl thought for a while. Then she decided to accept her uncle's offer.

What could she lose?

"Where do we go? And how do we sneak out of here without being seen by our mothers?"

"Don't worry about them," he said and turned to Aemond.

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Aemond distracted everyone so that Aegon and Y/N could leave the throne room. She couldn't figure out exactly what he had done. And as they left the table, Aemond told Aegon that he owed him.

Aegon held his hand to Y/N as they walked briskly down the hallway. She hesitated but took his hand, and they started running. Aegon's silver hair waved with every step.

Y/N couldn't help but think how beautiful he was. His skin seemed to glow in the candlelight.

They slowed as they entered the corridor where Aegon's chambers were. "Are you sure you won't get into trouble? Aemond said you owed him a debt."

"He wouldn't want anything bad. He never has."

Aegon stood in front of a large door, reached for the handle, and opened it. "Here we are! My chambers."

Y/N looked around as she entered the room. The room was quite spacious. The bed was much bigger than a double bed. There was gold embroidery and Targaryen symbols on the walls.

"There are no religious symbols in your room."

"Do I look like a religious man?"

"You look more like a sinner."

He smiled at her and gestured to the bed. "Sit down if you want."

"How many girls have you had in your bed this week? I'm trying to find out how disgusted I should be sitting on your bed," she said.

Aegon crossed the room. "My sheets are changed every morning, you know." He picked up two glasses from his desk. "But you will be surprised to know that no one has been in my bed this week."

"You don't know what a relief that is," she said mockingly.

Aegon ignored her words and reached for the wine decanter. "Will you drink?"

"I don't think another glass will do any harm. After this morning, I've discovered that my body is quite resistant to wine."

"It runs in the family."

She smiled.

Aegon filled the glasses and sat on the bed. "Sit. I'm serious. I'm not as perverted as you think."

Y/N sat on the bed and took the glass Aegon handed her. For a while, they both sat in silence and drank their wine.

Aegon looked at her out of the corner of his eye and asked the question that had been on his mind for years.

"Do you like Aemond?"

Her face flushed at the sudden question. "What makes you think that?"

"All the ladies are in love with him."

She looked briefly at Aegon's face and looked away again. "I liked him when I was little. But it was a childhood crush. It passed when I grew up."

"Do you like someone right now?"

"What difference does it make? Sooner or later, I'll marry whoever my mother says."

"My mother wants the same for me. But that doesn't stop me from spending time with the girl I like."

"It's because you're a man! I can't spend time with the man I like."

"So you like someone."

The girl fought herself not to roll her eyes. "So what?"

"I'm just trying to figure out who he is. If he's not Aemond, what other eligible bachelor lord could he be?"

"He's not a lord." He's a prince

"So if I make a few more guesses, you'll tell me."

"I can tell you if you tell me." She could never tell him. She could never say you are the one I like.

"She's not a lady." She's a princess

"So, one of your whores."

"I've never been with a whore in my life."

"Is everyone in the Red Keep lying?"

"I skipped lessons when I was younger. I like to drink wine all the time. I slept with a few ladies and maids. But I'm not what they say I am."

Y/N didn't know whether to rejoice at Aegon's confession. At least he wasn't denying what he had done. And after all, he was a Targaryen prince. Everyone thought it was normal for him to behave like this. The problem was the rumors.

"Why haven't you ever tried to change the rumors?"

"It works for me. No one expects anything from me."

Y/N looked into Aegon's eyes. "I never thought you were who they say you are." She covered her face with her hands. "Anyway, I think we should leave it at that."

Aegon slid from the end of the bed to where she was sitting. He took her glass and put it down haphazardly on the bed. The wine at the bottom of the glass spilled onto the white sheets, but Aegon didn't care.

He took her hand in his. "I'm about to do something I'm going to regret."

He took her hand to his heart. "Do you feel how my heart beats?"

She nodded, her heart beating as fast as his because of him.

"It is like this every time I see you."

"Aegon-"

"Let me finish." He studied her face. "You're the one I like, Y/N. I've admired you since we were kids. You were the first person I learned what the word "love" means.”

During her years in the Dragonstone, she thought of Aegon constantly. She always imagined Aegon saying these things to her.

Y/N brought her face closer to Aegon's. The wine she had just drunk had given her courage.

As her lips touched his lips, she felt his heart beat faster beneath her hand.

Their kisses started slow and soft. They were two souls that were meant to be but were being held back by someone else.

Then Aegon put both hands on her cheeks and pressed his lips harder against hers.

Their kisses were now passionate. They were two souls burning for each other.

Y/N stopped as soon as she realized how grave the consequences of what they had done could be.

She quickly got out of bed, and her eyes darkened. But she didn't let that stop her. Y/N staggered a few times on her way to the door.

When she finally reached the doorknob, she turned around and looked at Aegon. His face was full of sadness.

She wanted to go up to him and hug him, but she restrained herself.

She opened the door and left the room.

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In the morning, Y/N woke up to the servants calling her.

Her head ached, and her eyes stung. She got up and started rubbing her forehead while her maid dressed her.

The images from the night before flashed through her mind. She had kissed Aegon and then left without a word.

Her headache grew worse with the guilt that filled her.

The servants had prepared her breakfast, but she didn't want to eat. She wanted to see Aegon, but at the same time, she didn't want to look at Aegon's face again for the rest of her life.

She glanced at the table in her room as her maid braided her hair. When she got to the head of the table, she saw that it was the same drink she had drunk the day before. "Did the maester send this?"

"Yes, princess."

She took a quick drink and headed for the door. "Princess, you need breakfast."

"I'll eat something later. I don't want to eat anything."

It was sunny outside. When the sun touched her skin through the windows in the hallway, she felt a little relief. Maybe the fresh air would do her good.

She ran into Aemond in the hallway. Y/N's room was the only one on that side of the hall, so he must have been looking for her.

She decided to pretend she hadn't seen him. And as Y/N was about to pass him, he stopped her.

"Good morning, princess."

"Good morning, Prince Aemond." Aemond looked her over. Her under-eyes were slightly purple, just like his brother's. Her eyes were swollen and red.

"I won't beat around the bush. What happened between you and Aegon yesterday?"

The girl looked at the prince in fear. "Did something happen to him?"

"I have never seen him so distraught."

Y/N's head ached again. She made eye contact with Aemond again as she rubbed her dawn with her fingers. "I guess he thinks I like you."

"My brother has never been the smartest."

"How did you know I love him?"

"Aegon is never as impulsive around my mother as he was last night. That confirmed my suspicions about him. But I didn't know you loved him until you told me."

Y/N wanted to bang her head against the wall. How had she managed to be so stupid? "I should be forbidden to talk in my condition."

Aemond smiled. "Your secret is safe with me." Then he added. "But if one of you does something stupid and things fall out between you, I'll tell him your secret to fix it."

Y/N felt her body fill with worry again. But then she pushed it down and refocused on her main goal that morning. "I was thinking of going to him. Do you know where he is?"

"He's sitting on one of the benches in the garden." She nodded and was about to walk past Aemond when he stopped her again. "He may have some faults, but he's a good man, Y/N. "

"I know." Y/N started walking, and this time Aemond let her go.

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She thought she would have to look for Aegon for a long time. But the moment she entered the garden, she noticed the silver-haired boy on the bench.

Aegon had his elbows on his legs, leaning forward, covering his face with his hands.

He groaned when he saw the shoes in front of him. "As I've said a hundred times, I don't want to eat anything."

"Aegon, it's me." Aegon looked up and stared at her in surprise. "Princess."

"May I sit?"

"Sure," he said. Aegon slid down the bench to make room for her. They both watched the trees and roses in the garden in silence.

Aegon felt sad about yesterday, but he couldn't help feeling excited to be sitting so close. He could feel the warmth of her body, even though their legs were not touching.

Y/N finally felt ready to speak and turned towards him. "Aegon, I apologize for leaving you yesterday."

Aegon chuckled. "You don't think I'm sorry that you left, do you?"

Y/N's expression changed instantly. Aegon himself couldn't understand why he said that.

Being annoying was something he had used as a defense mechanism for years. But he always had a soft spot for her. He was always careful not to upset her and not to be a fool in front of her.

Something was different that day. He didn't want to appear weak to her. And he chose the wrong way to do it.

He confused appearing strong with being tough.

"You're just one of the girls I let into my room and bed. I hope you didn't let it bother you all night."

Y/N felt herself getting angry. She had barely slept all night and thought about him all morning.

The previous evening, Y/N had treated him the way everyone he knew had treated him, and it ate her up all night thinking about it.

"Aegon, I-"

"I'm sorry, but you can't tell people you pity poor Aegon and welcome him with open arms. I know you like people to think you have a good heart, but I am not someone you can show mercy. I took you to my room, and you agreed to come immediately. The only thing I'm sorry about last night is that I didn't fuck you."

Y/N stood up quickly. "I wanted to say, 'I'm sorry I left without telling you I didn't mean to kiss you,' but you interrupted me."

She leaned toward Aegon. "And if we had fucked last night, I would have dreamed all night long that your silver hair belonged to Aemond."

Aegon looked up at Y/N, his eyes red and full of tears. She couldn't tell from his eyes if she was upsetting Aegon. His eyes were always like that.

Aegon smiled to himself, not a reaction Y/N had expected. "I didn't think you meant to kiss me. But no matter who you fantasize about, I'm up for kissing."

He stood up and stood in front of her. "And I'm all for open legs."

As soon as Aegon finished his sentence, she slapped him. "Yesterday, you kept saying, 'I'm not who you think I am.' You're what I think you are.”

She took a few steps backward. "And he said you are a good man," she said sternly.

Aegon's smile faded. There was someone who thought he was weak and tried to make him look good to her.

How could he appear strong to her when others treated him like a little boy?

He reached out and grabbed her arm. "Who told you I'm a good man?"

"It doesn't matter. Does it? You're not one, after all.”

"It matters! Who tried to make me look good to you?”

When Y/N didn't answer, Aegon squeezed her arm.

"You're hurting my arm!"

He grabbed her arm tighter and pulled her towards him. "Answer me!"

She frowned. Y/N was experiencing many emotions at the same time. She felt angry, tired, and exhausted.

"Aemond told me." Aegon quickly removed his hand from her arm.

"He asked you to talk to me, didn't he? And you listened to him like his good girl?"

So Y/N didn't come to talk to him because she wanted to. She came because Aemond wanted her to. And he foolishly thought she cared about him.

He felt a little ache in his heart.

Y/N turned away and headed for the gate leading out of the garden.

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Violent delights

Warnings: Swearing, character death

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

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Notes: For the sake of fanfiction, let's pretend it only takes a few days to travel north 🤣

“Men like Aegon never change. They will always be monsters.”

“Precisely, that is why this plan will work.”

You twiddle with the ring that sits on your middle finger, a gift from your husband not long after you got married. The only time you’d taken it off was when your fingers swelled so much during your pregnancy with Rhaenys; they had become so puffy that the ring had begun to cut into your finger. You remember how happy you were when it finally fit on again because of how sentimental it was. Now, looking at it, you feel nothing but guilt.

Teary-eyed, you look at your stepfather and ask, “What if it goes wrong? What if I don’t ever get to see my children, mother, or Jace again?”

Daemon pinches the bridge of his nose. Lucery's death has affected him just as much as the rest of you. He loved Luke as if he were his own, but you feared his thirst for revenge was preventing him from thinking clearly. “I love Jacaerys too much to risk leaving him to raise our five children alone. I will help you seek justice any other way I can, but I cannot do what you are asking. I’m not strong enough to do what you are asking on my own. I’m sorry.”

Daemon places both hands on your shoulders and gives them a comforting squeeze. “My sweet Lyarra, don’t ever apologize for putting your family first.”

Although they aren’t unkind, his words upset you further. It was hard for you to process that, Lucerys was your family.

You awaken to the sound of your son's soft voice. You open your eyes to see him pointing out the carriage window excitedly, “Muña look, it’s Vermax.”

Groggily, you lean forward and see your husband’s dragon, Vermax, curled up into a ball on top of a small hill. A knot forms in your stomach. In different circumstances, seeing Jacery after spending time apart would have set your heart ablaze, but you felt dread. Lucerys wasn’t only his brother but Jace’s best friend, and telling him what happened would break his heart.

“Do you think we will be well received, princess?” Clara asks. “It’s known that northerners are suspicious of outsiders.”

It had crossed your mind how the north would accept a Targaryen when Jacaerys first left, given your very different customs, but the Starks were known for their loyalty, and since they had already sworn to your mother, you didn’t think they would break faith. However, you also didn't think they would understand siblings marrying each other.

“Our banners the right colours,” you say. Trying to lighten the tension, you add, “Cregan Stark isn’t much older than Prince Jacaerys, so I imagine they will have bonded already.”

Vermax suddenly lets out a loud screech while looking up at the sky; perhaps the dragon had spotted Viserion. It seems as if Viserion could sense your worry about being spotted, so he flew so high up into the sky that no human could see him from the ground. You had remained in disguise throughout your journey, which hadn’t been easy given that you had five children with you. There had been many stops and carriage changes along the way, and only when Winterfell came into sight did you allow for your house banners to be lowered to one side of the carriages.

Under different circumstances, you would have loved to travel to Winterfell and experience seeing your children walk in the snow for the first time. Or flying on your dragon and seeing how beautiful it looked from above, but that wasn’t how things worked out. For the only thing that mattered was finding jacery, then somewhere safe for your children to stay while you went back and fought for your mother's birth right.

—

Soon as you arrived within the gates of Winterfell, you were greeted by many lords and ladies who were fascinated by your appearances, mainly because the dye in your hair was wearing off, giving the illusion that you and your children had multi-coloured hair along with your unusual eye colour. Lady Gilliane, Cregan’s mother, escorted you inside immediately and had hot meals brought for you all while you waited for rooms to be ready for you as Jacery's belongings were being moved. The good lady had informed you that most hunts lasted a few days.

You sit across from Lady Gilliane, with Clara beside you, while the children sit at the table behind you. The three of you make small talk; you were intrigued by the stories of the north, mainly the one including direwolves. During mid-conversation, Clara whispers into your ear, “Princess, your milk is coming through.”

You glance down at your chest and see dark spots. Mortified, you hand Clara Daemon and put the thick, large cloak back on before taking him back into your arms.

“Would you like for me to send for a wet nurse?” Lady Gillian asks quietly. “You must be tired after all that traveling, and the nights are long here.”

At first, you were hesitant to accept, but given how kind she has been, you accepted. “Thank you, Lady Gilliane; you have been most kind to us.”

—

The quarters you were staying in had connecting rooms, which was quite pleasant. It meant you could keep an eye on your children without disturbing their sleep. All of your sons and Rhaenys were exhausted and had fallen asleep not long after they lay down. Rhaenys was currently snuggling into the middle of the bed you’d be sleeping in peacefully.

Your eldest daughter remains awake. You sit on the floor, feeling the soft fur beneath you as you braid Aemma’s hair. “You’ve been awfully quiet; is something wrong? Do you feel well?”

Slowly, she nods.

The last few days had been hard on your children; they weren’t used to being crammed together in such a small space, and it was difficult trying to explain why you had to go. You told them their Kepa had missed them so much that they were going to surprise him, which seemed to please them, but Aemma had hardly spoken since you left Dragonstone. Something else was going on with her; you knew she was deeply troubled by something but was too afraid to say what it was.

Perhaps she had learned of Lucery's death, which you had chosen not to tell them. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell them they had lost their beloved uncle and then drag them around while trying to find safety for them. “My sweet,” you say, finishing the braid. “There’s nothing you can’t tell me; you know that I’ll always love you, no matter what.”

Not answering you, she toys with threads of fur.

“Aemma, I cannot fix things if I don’t know what’s wrong,” you say softly.

Sighing, Aemma shuffles around so she’s facing you. Her eyes are wide and full of worry. “I don’t want to live in the red keep.”

You let out a loud gasp. “What?”

“I heard you and grandsire talking. You were crying, and he said Aegon would come to claim me. I'm a bastard, and people would say Aegon is my father.”

You watch as tears build in her eyes. You feel absolutely awful that she has overheard you and Daemon talking. She must have snuck out of her bedchambers and into yours and only picked up part of the conversation. You needed to now have a conversation that she was far too young for, but your daughter needed to know the truth, at least some of it.

“I don’t want to go with him,” she cries. “I want to stay with you on Dragonstone. Please don’t give me away, muña.”

You struggle to hold your own tears back. “Do you remember I told you that I lived in the red keep when you were born?”

“Yes,” she answers, cuddling by your side.

“When I was younger, it was arranged that I’d marry Aegon for political purposes. I lived in the red keep at the time, and then I fell pregnant with you.”

“And Rhaegar.”

“And Rhaegar,” you say, smiling before kissing the side of her head. Thinking about your son always hurt, but even more so now seeing how big his twin was. “I was very unhappy living in the keep and didn’t want you to feel the same way, so not long after you were born, I returned home to Dragonstone. But that meant I had to divorce Aegon.”

“So Aegon is my father?”

“Biologically, yes, but Jacaerys has loved you from the moment he held you in his arms and always considered you his daughter. And I promise he would never ever let anyone take you from us.”

“Would he frighten them away on Vermax?”

“He would burn the whole world to the ground if it meant you were safe.”

“So he won’t ever let Aegon take me?”

“No, sweet girl, he wouldn’t. You and your siblings are our whole being. Me and Jacaerys both share the blood of the dragon with our Velaryon and Targaryen heritage, which we share with you. You are our daughter, and you are so loved and that’s the only thing that truly matters.”

She wraps her arms around your neck and hugs you. You stay like that until the door slowly opens and your husband walks into the bedchamber. Aemma remains still in your arms for a moment before letting go of you and running to him and loudly yelling , “Kepa.”

You feel a wave of relief hearing her call him that. “Jace,” you wince, feeling pain in your stomach as you stand again. You suddenly notice the person standing behind him and assume it’s Cregan. “Lord Stark. I didn’t think you would be back for a few days.”

“When a dragon landed on our campsite, we decided it was time to head back,” Cregan chuckles.

Since Vermax was already at Winterfell when you arrived, you knew it was your own dragon who had ruined their hunt. Viserion definitely knew how to make an entrance.

“It’s an honor to meet you, princess. Prince Jacaerys has talked about you nonstop.”

“It’s an honor to be here. The stories I’ve heard don’t do Winterfell justice; your home is beautiful.”

“Thank you, princess.” He smiles watching as Jace picks your daughter up for a hug. “I shall leave you to rest; I only came to show the prince how to find his new quarters.”

As soon as Cregan is out of the room, Jace asks. “Lyarra, why is Aemma’s hair dark?”

You can see the fury in Jace’s eyes. He knew something was seriously wrong. You clear your threats. “Aemma, can you please go through to your bed?”

Aemma kisses Jace on the cheek before going through to the room she would be sharing with her brothers.

Jacaerys stares at you, waiting for you to answer; his eyes are wide and wild-like. You are glad your other daughter's snores alert him to her presence, so he lowers his voice. You lead him into another part of the quarts, where you begin to tell him but struggle to get the words out. “We dyed our hair so it was safer for us to travel without being spotted. The war has gotten worse and—”

“I knew from the moment I saw Viserion something was wrong. Is it our mother?”

You step closer to him and place your hand on his chest. Struggling to hold back tears, you say, “I’m so sorry, Jace, but Lucerys is gone. Aemond killed him.”

He steps back and begins frantically shaking his head. “No, no, he can’t be dead.”

“When Luke arrived at Storm’s end, Aemond was already there. Aemond threatened Luke, and Lord Borros did nothing to protect our brother—Luke fled and tried to come home,” you sob. “He tried to come home, but Aemond caught up to him on Vhagar.”

Jace stumbles back against the wall, as if the air had been sucked from his lungs. He remains silent for some time, then eventually says, “That doesn’t explain why you came here.”

Seeing the pain in his face, you try to spare him from it anymore. “It can wait till morning, my love.”

“Tell me why you came here.”

“It won’t—”

“Just tell me!” Tears stream from his bloodshot eyes. Jacaerys sinks further to the floor, crying and mourning in a way you’ve never seen from him before. “Please, just tell me.”

“The greens are coming for Aemma.”

In a blink of an eye, Jacaerys is out of the room, and you’re left on your own.

—

You are still sobbing into the pillow you’re holding close to your chest to muffle your tears when Jacaerys returns. The candles have burned out, so it’s difficult for you to see him, but you can hear him undressing before feeling the dip in the bed beside you.

“I’m so sorry; I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you,” he whispers. He feels for the bed to make sure he doesn’t crush your daughter before crawling in beside you. “And I’m sorry for leaving; I just needed a moment to get my head around...” You feel his wet cheek press against your shoulder. “I can’t believe he is gone.”

You understood Jace’s anger wasn’t directed at you; he was just torn up over Luke’s death. “Where did you go?”

“I went and spoke to Cregan. He has agreed to send an army south to fight for our mother.”

At least something had gone right.

“He had also agreed for our children to stay in Winterfell while we returned home to deal with the usurper. And in returning; I have betrothed Rhaenys to his son Rickon.”

You swallow thickly and say, “Oh.”

“I know you wanted to wait until they were older, but this could not wait. I needed to secure their safety.”

“I understand, my prince,” you say, kissing the back of his hand. “I’m just surprised; usually it’s the firstborn's hand that’s asked for.”

“I told him Aemma was already betrothed.”

Being careful not to wake your sleeping daughter; you spin around so you can face your husband. Even though it was dark, you were still trying to study his facial expression. “She is?”

“She will be betrothed to Aethan, our firstborn son. That way, nobody will ever try to usurp her for being a woman or question that she’s my rightful heir.”

You kiss him on the forehead. “When are we returning home?”

“I think we should wait a couple of days; make sure the children have settled and you have rested well.”

Jacaerys voice cracks as he talks; he rests his head against your chest, and you can feel him shaking. You stroke his hair as tears fall from his eyes. “Whatever happens, we’ll get through this.”

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Can you make a lucerys velar yon imagine where he is just really soft. Like in an au where rhaenyra and Alice t got along but luke and admins got in a fight and Luke if seething. But once he sees reader he calms down because she gets scared seeing angry men? Sorry so specific lol I just love soft luke imagines😭

YESS ABSOLUTELY I love soft Lukie fics/imagines too 🥺❤kinda based this off the dinner fight on ep.8

I know that, being Lucerys dear partner/wife, he'd take (*coughcough*drag*coughcough*) you absolutely everywhere with him — even to the family dinners between his mother, his uncles, and the rest of his family. He just likes showing you off to the family.

Rhaenyra and Alicent overcame their differences, and they get along just perfect as they always did since they were little girls. Lucerys, Jacaerys and their uncles, well... They just tolerate one another. They have their differences, but it's bearable to be with them in the same room.

When you once went to have dinner in King's Landing because you were invited to spend some days, as usual, Lucerys proudly took you with him. The evening was as delightful as usual, but unfortunately, his uncles felt like pissing both Luke and Jace off a bit. And you happened to be in middle of the situation.

Even if Alicent doesn't allow her children to call/refer to the Velaryon boys as "bastards", sometimes, they just have the tedious urge to keep bothering them no matter how badly against that their mother is. And as expected, during dinner, while Nyra and Ali calmly spoke to one another, Luke's uncles had no better idea than simply pick up on him, and you as well for "marrying a bastard".

Neither Jace nor Luke liked what their uncles were doing quite obviously, so what went from being a mere exchange of angry words, nearly became a fervidly enraged phsyical fight — becoming more heated with the passing of the seconds as they just started to harshly push one another and continously raise their voices.

Obviously everyone stood up from their seats and tried to push the four boys away at seeing how bad the situation was getting, including you. But you, feeling how your stomach twisted of nerves at seeing all the boys enraged with one another and being seconds away from getting into a physical fight, simply stood there with a pale face, fidgeting with your fingers and hoping the situation wouldn't escalate to something further.

And as angrily seething as Luke is, the second he pulls his gaze away from his uncles and turns it to a very anxious and scared you, there's something in him that immediatly makes him want to forget about them and just focus on you — the sight of seeing you so frightened makes his heart drop awfully. Which, it worked, because the argument rapidly stopped and Lucerys rushed to you, wrapping one of his arms around your waist and asking you if you're okay.

Your arms would also quickly be wrapped around his body, pressing your head against his chest.

“I was worried you'd get into a fight, Luke. I-I did not wish to see you get involved in such things.” you murmured in a quivering whisper, as the Princeling began taking you away from the dining hall. His hand took a delicate hold of yours, as both of you walked to the corridors of King's Landing, where you had a bit of privacy from the eyes of the rest of your family. “I apologise for the situation, my love.” he responded, pulling you into his arms and into his chest, as he planted sweet little kisses on your forehead. “I just could not tolerate hearing how they chose to disrespect you by... bringing you to one of our usual arguments.” his voice ess enough to make your eyes flutter shut, and give into his slow, tender touch. His rosy lips travelled all across your beauteous face, giving you kisses in every inch of your skin. One of his hands rubbed your back, and the other one played with a silky strand of your hair. “But do not worry anymore, my dear — it will not happen again. And I promise you, I won't allow anyone to make you feel disrespected, or worse, scared. Everything will be alright.”

Sweet Lucerys hates seeing you so frightened in situations such as these, so obviously he'd do either his best to avoid them when he's with you, or to bring you some warming comfort when you have to go through that situation together.

And when he does have to provide comfort for you, he'll do anything to make you feel peacefully showered in love, and he'll do it right.

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sunfyresrider · 1 year

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Romeo & Juliet AU

Part 1

Synopsis: Two households, Targaryen and Velaryon, both alike in dignity in Westeros, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life; Whose piteous misadventures buries their parents' strife.

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader warnings: kissingg and mutual simping word count: 6k + note: I used a mix of Westeroi, modern English, and Shakespearean language so I hope it's still an ok read. I never realized how fast paced it was until I read the screenplay and scripts, so this is a shorter series than others.

ACT I

It was excruciatingly hot, even at eight o’clock. King’s Landing was coming to life: people poured out of the houses and filled the streets while market traders set up their stalls in the grand piazza. It was an excellent place for business of those who lived and worked in the rich houses that lined King’s Landing’s main square. The Targaryen mansion was by far the largest – filled with servants and king’s guard, always buzzing with activity.

Lately, Jacaerys had been faithfully ignoring his dear brother due to a recent heartache. Lucerys had carefully planned out today how he was going to catch him off guard and bless him with good tidings. Lucerys strolled slowly behind his brother and down the street. “Hi.” he spoke as he got near to Jacaerys, his tiding was ignored.

Lucerys ran in front of Jace and bent his head to catch his brother’s eye. “Good morrow.” Jacaerys pretended not to see him. Lucerys wrapped an arm around his elder brother so he could ignore him no longer. “Good morrow,” Lucerys sang.

Jacaerys sighed a long, mournful sigh. “Is the day so young?” Lucerys walked in unison with him carefully studying his face. “Only just past eight.” He sighed again, “how slow time goes when you’re depressed.” Luke raised a brow, “What sadness plagues you that makes time drag so?” Jace rolled his eyes, “not having what I need to make it go fast.” Luke gasped, “not in love…!” His brother stopped walking, “no, out… Out of the favor of the girl I love.”

“Oh my,” Lucerys whispered, attempting not to giggle. “It’s a hard life. Love, tis’ such a gentle thing, yet so rough when it comes down to it.” Luke did not know much of love, but he knew this was just another crush that failed to come to fruition. His elder brother was quite talented at being overly dramatic. “Tis’ true,” muttered Jacaerys.

The youngest brother was struggling to hold his composure as he listened to his brother's woes. Jacaerys shook his head sadly. “The world is filled with hate… I’m thinking only about love. Oh, everything feels upside down.” Jacaerys ears perked up when he heard a hushed giggle behind him. He whipped his head around and looked sharply at Lucerys. “Are you laughing at me?”

“Would I do that, dear brother o’ mine,” jested Lucerys. “You make me want to cry.” The elder brother grew tense, “Why?” Luke patted his back, “because you’re so pathetic it’s saddening.” Jace scoffed, “It’s love that makes me pathetic, but don’t give it another thought.” His eyelids slowly began to brim with tears. “If you start feeling sorry for me it’ll only make things worse… So go home.”

“Be serious right now. Tell me who has caused such despair.” Jacaerys pouted like a child, “I won’t dare speak her name… but she is a girl.” Lucerys made his best attempt to not tease “Oh. well done,” remarked Lucerys. “I assumed that when you said you were in love.” His elder brother smiled to himself reminiscing on his memory of her, “Her name is Baela and she’s beautiful.” That she was her skin glistened with the oil she used to soften it. Her dark eyes glistened brighter than any star and her lips were plush and red like the most beautiful rose. Luke was growing bored and mildly annoyed. “Good for you.”

Jacaerys plucked a handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at his eyes. “She’s not interested in boys says she never will be. When our eyes meet, she looks the other way…. I’ve even offered her coin, Lucerys, coins!” The younger brother sighed, “Well. She’s determined not to have a man.”

“Oh Gods,” Jacaerys groaned. “She’s so beautiful, Lucerys. And she’ll go through life alone and when she dies all beauty will die with her. She says she’ll never love anyone, so I’m destined for a living death.” Luke could bear no more of the self-pity, he grasped Jacaerys’s wrist. “If you trust me, I can tell you how to forget her.”

“Impossible… Tell me how.’ Jacaerys stopped crying and lifted his eyebrows. His eyes were as bright as the sun gleaming above them. “Easy task,” exclaimed Lucerys. “Get out and about. Look at other girls.” Jace’s joy melted away and he nearly let out a sob, “It’s no use… Whenever I see a girl from now on, I’ll only think of one who is even more beautiful.” Luke chuckled to himself, “I’m taking that as a challenge, I’ll sort it out, don’t you worry big boy.”

It was high past noon when little Luke returned with a grand plan to free his brother from wallowing in sorrow. After a deal was made with their less than adequate cousin a plan had been hatched. He rushed through the humming streets and slammed the door open to their lush apartments. “Aha!’ shouted Lucerys announcing his arrival. “We have just gotten invited to the most lavish party, dear brother. We have finally made our way into a Targaryen affair!”

Jacaerys leapt from his seat and rushed over to where his young brother stood. “Who shall be in attendance?” Luke waved his ticket proudly, “Your dear Baela, among some of the finest girls in King’s Landing. Let us go to Targaryen’s party, Jacaerys.” He shoved the ticket into his brother's hand. “I’ll show you that the girl you think is a swan is nothing more than a crow.”

“A girl more beautiful than Baela?” His eyes widened before they dulled once more, “never. The sun’s never seen a more beautiful woman since the world began.” Luke wanted to vomit, he had heard enough of this, “Rubbish! Every time you’ve seen her she’s been on her own. You need to make comparisons and I bet there’ll be hundreds of girls who’ll put Baela in the shade.” Jacaerys thought to himself for a long while, clearly he believed his brother but refused to admit it. “Alright, I’ll go,” spoke Jacaerys. “But not because I think you can show me anyone better. I’m going only so that I can see her.”

Lady Targaryen came into the sitting room where her daughter’s nurse was sewing a pattern onto a handkerchief. She gazed around the room before speaking. “Where’s that child o’ mine? I wish to speak to her.” The nurse stood from her place on the settee, “Ladybird!” she called. “My little lamb! Where are you child? Y/N!”

“Coming,” a soft voice called, and you came running in from the adjoining room. The surprise on her face was evident when she saw her mother. Lady Targaryen was so busy as of late she rarely had time to visit you. “Mother! What do you want?”

“We need to discuss a private matter,’ spoke Lady Targaryen. It was a private demand for the nurse to leave. Thus, the nurse got up reluctantly, but before she reached the door, Lady Targaryen called her back. “You might as well stay,” she sighed. “Your advice would be helpful.” Lady Targaryen cleared her throat. “Y/N’s getting to the age when…” She frowned, searching for the right word. “Let’s just say she’s at a pretty age. She’s going to be fourteen in two weeks.”

“Oh yes,” exclaimed your Nurse. “On Maiden’s Day she’ll be fourteen. She was the same age as my Susan when she died, God rest her soul. Anyway, on Maiden’s Day she’ll be fourteen. I remember it so well: it’s eleven years since the earthquake…” She took no notice of the impatient tapping of Lady Targaryen’s fingers on the table, nor the glances you were giving her to cease her gabbering. “And you stop dead now too, please, Nurse,” you pleaded.

“I swear I have finished.” The Nurse bowed her head. She tenderly gazed upon your face before opening her trap once more. “But I must say it. You were the most beautiful baby I ever nursed. If I could live to see you married, I’d die peacefully.” Your mother, Lady Rhaenyra Targaryen grinned, “Married… That’s just what I’ve come to talk about!” She clapped her hands together and motioned for you to sit on her lap and so you did. Though she now shifted under your weight unlike when you were young. “Little lamb, what do you think about getting married?’

“I’ve never even thought about it,’ you sighed. You knew where this conversation was headed. “Well give it a thought now, girls younger than you are already mothers. As a matter of fact, I was your mother when I was much the age you are now… The Count of Casterly Rock wishes to marry you.”

The Nurse clapped her hands together. “Now there’s a man, the perfect man.” Rhaenyra smiled, “The best in King’s Landing.” Your nurse’s voice reeked of excitement, “without doubt.” Your mother ran a finger through your hair. “Well? Do you think you could love him?’ You had no clue to say. It was too unexpected and far too soon. The idea of marriage, especially to an older man did not suit your fancy. You had heard nothing but bad things about the Lannisters. They were greedy and too ambitious to trust. “You’ll see him at the party, take a good look at him. He has sound prospects and many riches.”

You felt all the joy you once had for this evening being slowly drained away with every word she spoke. Riches and prospects… you did not care much for those either. “Come on, what do you think? Do you like the idea?” You knew a simple no would not suffice. You spoke carefully, “I shall look at him but I’m not going to rush or do anything that I haven’t thought about.”

A knock at the door caught both of your attention. One of your father’s servants came in, “Madam, the guests are starting to arrive. My master wants you.” Lady Targaryen stood up and brushed off her skirts. “I have to go, come on Y/N, the Count’s waiting.” You glanced back at your nurse praying for aid, “Go and meet your love.” The nurse was no help after all, traitor.

Jacaerys was impatiently tapping his foot. “Are we going to make some excuse for coming? Or shall we just go in and see what happens?” The three boys stood in the piazza, watching the huge front door of Targaryen’s mansion open. Aegon, the one with the invitation, and Jacaerys’s best friend, sat on the ground. He was making it clear that he was the only one to have been invited and the other two were stowaways. The reason for his invitation was that he was a Targaryen too.

Lucerys was the first to stand up and speak. “Speeches are out. No-one makes speeches when they arrive anymore. We’ll just go in and pretend we belong. Tough luck if they don’t like us.” Jace nodded, there was no need to draw attention to themselves. He sighed, “Give me the torch, Aegon. I’ll carry it: I’m not going to dance.” Aegon rolled his eyes, “seven hells… No, you're dancing. That’s the entire point.”

Jacaerys sat down beside his friend and relinquished his hold of the torch. “Come on kid, lovers are always in the mood for dancing.” He wrapped his arm around Jace’s shoulder. “Not me. It’s because of love that I’m not in the mood.” Aegon laughed, he did not have the same restraint as Luke. “What a fuss about nothing.” Lucerys hid his face as he chuckled. “So now you laugh at me?” He was offended to say the least. Of course, a scoundrel like Aegon could never understand love. He was too in love with himself to feel the agony Jace did. “You don’t know what it’s like until you’ve felt it. It hurts like hell.”

Aegon groaned, “It'll stop hurting once you’re inside. Hand me a mask, Aemond.” The other three boys gathered around him. “Now as soon as we’re in let’s all get down to some serious business.” Lucerys declared in the most serious voice he could manage. Jacaerys was reluctant, “I know we mean no harm and all, but I don’t think it’s very bright to go to this party.”

Aegon furrowed his brows in confusion. “Why?” The eldest boy sighed once again, “I had a dream last night.” His ears were filled with a symphony of groans from his friends.

“If we don’t get a move on, all the food will be gone by the time we get there.” Aemond spoke quickly as he bounced on his feet. Jacaerys glanced at the door and realized there was a hoard of people going through the doors. “I have a strong premonition that something’s going to happen tonight. I feel it’s going to end in my having to repay a debt with my life.”

“Pray tell, when did you become a dragon dreamer?” Aemond raised his brows at him. The boys glanced at each other once last time and threw their heads up in laughter. Fools, Jacaerys realized he was surrounded by jesters. He shrugged, “Alright then, off we go.”

The servants were running rampant trying to clean up after the dinner and prepare for the dancing. A few bumped in Jacaerys’s shoulder causing him to become more annoyed at being here. There was no joy to be found here unless it was with Baela.

They stood off to the side as Lord Targaryen walked upon a raised floor and waved to the crowd. “Welcome, gentlemen. Once there was a time when I could wear a mask and charm a girl by whispering a story in her ear. No more, no more, no more. If you aren’t old like me, all the ladies who aren’t suffering from corns on their feet will dance with you. Ha ha! My ladies, now which of you will refuse to dance now? If any of you acts shyly, I’ll swear she has corns. Come, musicians, play. Make room in the hall! Make room! Dance, girls.” Jacaerys realized again at that moment his family’s greatest foe was a fool.

You didn’t arrive early, nor did you arrive right on time. Lady Targaryen decided to arrive late to make an entrance and that you did. For a second all eyes were on you and the more than revealing evening gown you were forced to wear, twas not to your liking. Your father, Lord Daemon Targaryen had already begun making a spectacle of himself atop the hall.

Your nerves ached as you stared at the crowd in front of you. Instead of listening to your mother speak about how you need to charm your way into the Lannister’s heart you slipped away into the crowd. The guests took kindly to you and gladly swung you around as they danced. If you ever were filled with sorrow, dancing was sure to ease that pain.

Jacaerys noticed you too late, you were already dancing with other people. He had never laid eyes upon such a beautiful maiden in his entire life. Thus, his agony from earlier melted away and soon became long forgotten. He leaned over to Aegon, “Who is that girl on the arm of that man over there?”

“I do not know. Perhaps a cousin o’ mine by the hue of her hair.” Jace’s heart raced as you glanced over to him before quickly being spun the other way. “She teaches the torches to burn bright! Her beauty is too precious for this world like a white dove in a flock of crows, she surpasses all the other women. When this dance ends, I’ll note where she stands, and then I’ll touch her hand and bless my ugly one. Did I ever love anyone before this moment? Renounce that love, my eyes! I never saw true beauty until this night.” Aegon looked at his friend and began laughing to himself. “By the Gods, you are pathetic.”

You finished your dance quickly and bid the lord good night. The room was quickly becoming suffocatingly cramped so you moved to a pillar by the back wall. You watched the crowd sway in a trance-like state until you heard a voice from behind. The masked boy gently took your hand in his, “If I offend you by touching your holy hand with my own unworthy one, like two blushing smallfolk, then my lips stand ready to smooth my rough touch with a gentle kiss.”

Even though he wore a mask you could see his handsome features underneath. You couldn’t help but blush, “you are unfair to your hand. Your hand shows proper devotion by touching mine, just as smallfolks reach out to touch the hands of septas. Holding palm to palm is like a smallfolk’s kiss.” Jacaerys squeezed your hand, “Don’t septas have lips? And smallfolk, too?”

Quickly your cheeks became heated... was he flirting with you? Your face blessed his eyes with a smile, “Yes, smallfolk lips they’re supposed to use to pray.” His eyes were soft, and his smile warms your heart. “Oh septa, let lips do what hands do: pray. Grant my prayer or my faith will turn to despair.” Your heart beats with excitement, “Septas don’t move, though they do grant prayers.” He leaned in slowly and his voice turned into a hushed whisper, “then remain still while I pray.”

Your lips touched in the gentlest embrace. You weren’t sure what had driven you to behave like this, but something drove you to him. Mayhaps it was the poetry he used to lure you in that drove you to madness. “Thus, your lips have cleaned the sin from mine.”

You gazed at his charming smile, “Tis’ my lips that have the sin they took from yours.” He pulled your hand to his chest and studied your features, “Sin from my lips? How you goad me on to another crime. Give me back my sin.” It was impossible to resist the taste of affection he granted you. You leaned into his lips, “You kiss as if you’ve studied how.”

Your lips touched once more, this time you basked in their subtle warmth and tender flesh. You tasted sweet, like strawberries freshly picked from the garden. There was never a more perfect being than you, Jacaerys thought.

“Y/N, your mother needs to speak with you.” Your nurse’s voice immediately caused you to pull away. Jacaerys watched you walk away, and curiosity took over his newly healed heart, “What is that girl’s name, nurse?”

“Y/N Targaryen, daughter of the good lady Rhaenyra Targaryen.” Jacaerys stood frozen at her words. What a price I’ve paid, I’ve fallen for the enemy, he thought. Love must be a monster to make him love his worst enemy.

Jacaerys couldn’t stand to leave the Targaryen property until he laid eyes upon you one last time. His heart had been trapped here — nowhere else. Besides, he knew what would happen on the way home. His friends would jest at his expense, and he could frankly live without that. They would go on about Baela. Baela? Who was Baela again?

“Jacaerys! Hey Jacaerys!” The boys walked faster than he thought. He hopped behind a stone wall as they quickly approached where he was hiding. “Brother! Where art thou hiding?” Aegon began drunkenly shouting, “Ja-cae-rys! Ja-Ja-Ja-cae-rys!”

In a quick attempt to escape he climbed atop the wall and laid flat as they walked below him. Aemond, the tall lad, nearly saw him. “He’s run off home to avoid us,” Jace listened intently to Luke’s voice. “He’ll be in bed by now.” Aemond turned in in a circle and stood on his toes trying to peer over the wall. “No, I swear I just saw him a moment ago. I’ll bet he climbed over this orchard wall.”

“He’s vanished like a ghost… Let’s see if I can conjure him up.” Jacaerys lay, trying not to make a peep, listening to their drunken giggling. They huddled in a circle until Aegon emerged and began proudly shouting. “I conjure thee, Jacaerys Velaryon, in the name of Baela’s bright eyes!” Aegon spoke in the formal tone of a priest. “By her plush lips. And her round bum.”

Lucerys and Aemond burst out into a fit of giggles. “And quivering thighs! And everything else in that region!” Aegon held a hand in the air, “appear to us! Appear to us in the likeness of… of… yourself!” Lucerys slapped a hand over his mouth, “If he hears you, he’ll be furious.”

“Raising him in the name of his beloved would make him furious? That sounds fair to me,” Aegon placed his hands on his hips. “Let us waste no more time,” spoke Aemond when he had stopped laughing. “Since love is blind, leave him in the dark.” Aegon sighed, “oh well. Goodnight to Jacaerys” Lucerys raised his hands in defeat. “I’m going to bed. You’ll never find someone who doesn’t want to be found.”

He was stuck atop the wall he climbed onto. The moon illuminated the dark part of the world he was trapped in. On one side was the orchard and the overwhelmingly large Targaryen mansion. On the other was the alley his friends escaped through. He stared at the mansion and began wondering to himself. You were in there. What were you doing? Were you thinking about him? Have your thoughts been consumed by him as his thoughts had been consumed by you.

A single window lit up and it reminded him so much of the sun. You were his sun and so much more beautiful than the moon. A goddess of the morning, you were. The gods granted his prayers as you opened the doors to your balcony and walked out. It’s my love, he whispered to himself.

Jacaerys wished you could see him sitting there, mayhaps it would be less creepy. You were talking but he couldn’t hear it. Surely, it wasn’t about him. As he stared at you his head was whirling with thoughts. How could someone be so beautiful, like two of the most radiant stars left the sky and told you to take their place. Your eyes shined so brightly in the heavens that you would believe it was daytime.

He watched you place your hand on your cheek and nearly fainted. Oh, how he wished to be a glove on your hand so he could touch that cheek. Jacaerys decided he had to get closer, he jumped off the wall and landed on his feet. He crept through the orchard until he was below your window barely hidden by a tree.

You sighed as you watched the stars paint the night sky. Your mind had been overcome with thoughts of the boy from before. You spoke out loud to yourself to ease your heart. “Jacaerys, Jacaerys, why must you be a Velaryon.” He wanted to reveal himself but chose to stay still and listen.

“It’s only your name that’s my enemy… If you loved me, I could take yours.” You paused and wondered about the strife between your families. “What is a “Velaryon”? Tis’ not a hand nor foot, nor arm or face. What’s in a name anyway? The dragon we call Balerion would still breathe fire no matter its name. Whatever name Jacaerys had would make no difference: he would still be perfect.”

Jace couldn’t handle it anymore. He leapt from behind the bush and lifted his arms. “I’ll take you at your word, just call me ‘love’ and that will be my new name,” he proclaimed.

You stumbled back, it was shocking to hear someone out there. You couldn’t recognize the voice at all. “Who’s out there? Coming here, watching me and eavesdropping like this?” He sighed, “I can’t tell you my name since you hate it so.” The voice was familiar, you leaned over the balcony, excitement lacing your voice. “Is it Jacaerys? Jacaerys Velaryon?”

“Neither” he said, “Since you dislike both names.” You glanced at him, “How and why did you come here? This place is dangerous, considering who you are. If any of my family finds you here your life may be forfeit.” He smiled back at you, “I climbed over the wall with the strength your love bestowed upon me. Do not fret for my safety, your eyes are more powerful than twenty of their swords. Just give me one look and I’ll be invincible.”

“Who told you where to find me?” Jacaerys found it impossible to be serious. “Love told me. I’m no navigator, but even if you were living in Asshai I would find my way to you.”

Your cheeks flushed slightly, “It’s a good thing it’s dark or you would see me blushing… Do you love me?” Jacaerys opened his mouth to respond but you kept rambling on. “Oh Jacaerys, if you do love me, please tell me honestly… Or if you think I’m too fast tell me, and I’ll put on an act and be coy and play hard to get. I’m so in love with you: that’s why I’m being so forward. I should have been all shy, I know, and would have if you hadn’t overheard my real feelings. So, forgive me.”

He rushed to speak, “I swear by the moon…” You leaned over the balcony, “don’t swear by the moon! The moon’s too changeable.” Jacaerys’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What shall I swear by?”

“Swear by yourself and I’ll believe you. No, don’t swear. Although I love you, I don’t like this – making commitments like this. It’s too sudden, too fast. It’s not a good idea.” Jacaerys couldn’t understand what you were doing at all. You said you loved him and now you’re saying it’s not a good idea? He couldn’t let this be. “Are you just going to leave it like that?”

You sighed, “What more could we do tonight?” He paused to think. “Make faithful vows of love.” It was high past your bedtime, and you could hear your nurse calling from the other room. You couldn’t just leave him so quickly after you said all of that. “Just a few more words and I must leave, dear Jacaerys. If you really mean it, and you want to marry me, send me a message tomorrow. I’ll send someone to you, and you’ll tell them where and what time you’ve arranged a wedding.”

You leant over the balcony and reached out towards Jacaerys. “If you’re trifling with me, please leave me alone to wallow in my sorrow.” You turned and ran towards the sound of your nurse calling. He was left dumbfounded, you left without a goodbye and claimed he did not mean it! It felt as if the sun itself had been burned out. Jacaerys turned to leave but your voice carried him back.

“Psst! Jacaerys! Pssst!” He walked over and gazed up at you. “Jacaerys. What time shall I send someone?” He chuckled to himself, “at nine.” You laughed, “It’ll feel like twenty years till then… Oh! I’ve forgotten why I called you back.” He smiled up at you, “I’ll stay here until you remember it.”

“Then I’ll never remember it, so that you’ll stand there forever.” He blushed, “I’ll keep standing here, hoping you’ll keep forgetting. And I’ll forget that I’ve got any other home but this.” You bit your lip and thought about speaking more but the sun peaking over the horizon caught your eye. “It’s almost morning, you must leave now.” You spoke in a hushed whisper. After you gave him one last lingering gaze you took off towards your room.

Jacaerys had healed his heart and found a wife in the same night. He took off out of the orchard and towards the chapel to tell Septon Daeron what had happened.

Septon Daeron was up early. The clouds in the southern sky were streaked with light as the night scurried out of the way of the advancing day. He wanted to fill his basket with a mixture of poisonous and healing herbs before the sun came up to dry the dew.

“Morning, Septon,” he shouted from across the field. Jacaerys ran up to him heavily panting. He looked over the boy's features, “Who’s this then, visiting me so early in the morning? Is there something wrong, being up so early?” Jace smiled, “You’re wrong, I had a better rest.”

“Gods pardon you, have you been with Baela?” Jacaerys’s brow furrowed. “Baela? No. I’ve forgotten that name and everything about her.” Septon Daeron smiled, “that’s my boy! But where have you been then?” Jacaerys spoke quickly, “I was dining with my enemies when suddenly one of them wounded me and you’re the one who can heal me.” Daeron looked at him confusingly, “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“To put it plainly, I fell in love with a Targaryen’s daughter, and she with me. You must marry us, and you must do so today.” The Septon stopped dead in his tracks. “By the seven! What a turnabout. Have you forgotten Baela? Am I to understand that young men love with their eyes and not their hearts? You cried buckets for Baela, the sound of your groans is still ringing in my ears.”

“You told me off all the time for loving Baela.” Septon Daeron debated, “For being infatuated, not loving, my boy.” Jace sighed, “And told me to bury my love.” Daeron scoffed, “Not to dig another one up.” Jacaerys grabbed his hands. “Please, don’t reprimand me. The one I love now loves me in return. The other didn’t.”

‘Because she could see you didn’t mean it.’ Friar Lawrence was thinking. Marrying the two young people from the feuding families would be a disaster and he couldn’t possibly agree to it. Or could he? It may be the best way of bringing the families together. It could just be the salvation of Verona. It took him a second to decide. ‘Come on then, you young rascal,’ he said. ‘Come with me. This is one thing I can help you with. This could be the answer: the thing to turn your households’ hatred into love.’

“Where in the seven hells could Jacaerys be?” Aegon and Lucerys sat in the shade of the fountain’s wall. It was another dull day in King’s Landing. “Didn’t he come home last night?” Lucerys continued playing in the dust, “Not to fathers house.” Aegon huffed out a laugh, “Who would have thought it? The cold Baela should have the power to drive him crazy.”

“Hey!” Shouted Lucerys as Jacaerys ran towards them. “Here he is, the man himself.” Aegon stood up, “look at him. What a lad.” He bowed, “ Rytsas Jacaerys, sesīr kipi! How’s that for a nice Valyrian greeting? You cheated us well last night.” He stopped in his tracks, “Excuse me?” Aegon wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “Don’t you remember kid? You gave us the slip.”

“I’m sorry Aegon. I had important business.” Aegon didn’t accept that as a proper excuse. They began making fun of each other, exchanging insults. Jacaerys’s friends were pleased to see that he was back to his normal. At least they thought he was normal again. “Isn’t this better than groaning for love? Now you’re sociable – you’re Jacaerys again, the Jacaerys we all know.”

Jacaerys was unable to take the big grin off his face. He kept looking around the square: whenever he saw any movement he looked up. And alas your nurse all dressed up in full skirts and a billowing train appeared in front of him. So, this was the messenger you had sent for him. Jacaerys, and his friends joined him as he ran to greet the Nurse.

Aegon grabbed the train and flapped it up and down for a jest. The Nurse turned and gave him a backhand which sent him flying into the dust. “Good morning, gentlemen,” said the Nurse. “Good afternoon, fair gentlewoman,” mocked Aegon, rubbing his jaw. “Is it afternoon already?” she asked sincerely. “Oh yes, the rude hand of the dial is now right on the cock of noon.”

“Disgusting! You disgusting man.” Aegon and Lucerys burst into giggles. “Can any of you wastrels tell me where I can find young Jacaerys?” Everyone peered over at Jace. “I can tell you, it’s me. I’m the youngest of that name. For better or worse.”

“Well said.” The Nurse grinned. “That was well said? You’re not hard to please, are you?” Aegon grinned wider. The Nurse waved him away and he threw himself on to the ground dramatically, lifted her skirt an inch and peeked under it and received another well aimed slap for that. “If you are he, I’d like a word with you… without the scoundrels you surround yourself with.” She winced and blew on her stinging hand.

“I think she’s going to proposition him,” Lucerys leaned over and whispered to Aegon. “A whore, a whore!” cried Aegon, “Tally ho” The young men came closer and began walking around her. “Leave us alone, children.” She swatted them away like flies. Aegon finally ceased his teasing after she spouted a fair share of insults. “Farewell, old girl,” sang Aegon, walking backwards, bowing. “Lady, lady, lady.”

“Who’s the cheeky one? All those tricks!” She watched as they walked away with a face laced with clear disgust. “Just a fellow who loves the sound of his own voice.” She looked at Jacaerys. “As I was trying to say, I want a word with you. My young lady told me to find you.”

“Tell her to find some way of going to confession this afternoon and there at Septon Daeron’s chapel she’ll be given absolution and married, all at the same time.” He pulled a little bag out of his pocket. “No,” she said as she took the money and hid it in her clothing. “Not a penny. This afternoon, you say? Well, she’ll be there.”

“If you’re loyal to us I’ll pay you well. Goodbye, give your mistress my love.” She grinned, “bless you, bless you, Sir.” Jacaerys shouted as she walked away, “give her my love, Nurse!” The nurse was all smiles twirling the coins in her pocket. “Of course! With pleasure.”

You could see by the way the sun hung over the distant hill that it was twelve o’clock. Your Nurse had been gone three hours! She had promised to return in half an hour. Mayhaps she hadn’t found him! No, that couldn’t be. The messengers of love should be as light as thoughts, traveling ten times faster than sunbeams, pushing all doubts and fears away, as light does to threatening shadows.

If your Nurse had any feelings – any passion whatsoever – your message would travel as fast as a tennis ball. The Nurse would be the ball. You would serve and Jacaerys would return it just as fast. But like all old people, the Nurse might as well be dead. You stuck your head out of the window every few seconds, searching the alleyway along which the Nurse would come.

And alas, there she was!

You rushed downstairs and into the garden, meeting the Nurse as a servant was opening the gate for her. You flung yourself at your old friend. “What did he say? Did you find him? Send your servant away.” The nurse didn’t expect to be bombarded with questions as soon as she returned. She turned to her servant and forced him to leave.

“Whew, I‘m exhausted, leave me alone for a while.” She sank down onto a bench and started to fan herself. You wanted to scream with impatience. “Would you just give me your news! Please, Nurse, I beg of you, tell me. Please, dear, dear Nurse, tell me!”

‘Gods, what a hurry you’re in! Can’t you wait a minute. Can’t you see I’m out of breath?’ You rolled your eyes, “How can you be out of breath when you’ve got enough breath to tell me you’re out of breath?” The Nurse shook her head sadly. “Well, all I can say is that you’ve made a bad choice. You’ve no idea how to choose a man. Jacaerys! No, not him, he’s not the one.”

She got up suddenly and yawned. “Off with you now, girl. Get on with it. Have you had your dinner?” You huffed out a breath filled with growing annoyance. “What did he say about us getting married? What about that?”

The Nurse slid back on to the bench and lay, reclining. “Lord, what a headache I’ve got. It’s pounding so hard that it feels as though it’s going to break into twenty pieces.” She tried to stand up. “Oh, my back. Shame on you, sending me all over the place like that. It’ll be the death of me.”

You scoffed, ‘Honestly, I’m very sorry you’re not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse. What did my love say?” The Nurse heaved a huge sigh. ‘Your love says, like an honest man, and a courteous, and a kind and a handsome, and, I have no doubt, a good-” She stopped and looked towards the house. You pondered if she was doing this to drive you mad! “Where’s your mother?”

You through your hands in the air, “in there, where do you think she is? What a strange answer. Your love says, like an honest man, where is your mother?” The nurse groaned in pain… though it seemed like false pain to you. “Good Gods, my dear young woman, bad tempered with me? Is this the thanks I get for my aching bones? Do your own dirty work from now on.”

“This is impossible, come on, what did Jacaerys say?” The Nurse stopped rubbing her back and took your hands. “Have you got permission to go to confession today?” You nodded excitedly as a smile blessed your face once more.

“Then get yourself to Septon Daeron’s as quickly as you can. There’s a husband waiting there to make you a wife.” She smiled at you genuinely before turning you and patting your bum. “Off with you. I’m going to have my dinner. Go on Hurry.”

The chapel was chilled today even though the sun was boiling the ground outside. Jacaerys watched heat waves rising above the wildflowers which grew unhindered across the hillside. Septon Daeron was going on a small tangent about how feelings can lead to disaster and to be careful. But Jacaerys wasn’t listening. He had been watching the brow of the hill and when your head appeared he sprang up and rushed to the door while the Septon was still talking.

You came, running so softly that it was as if you weren’t touching the ground. You didn’t even have a chance to say hello before he embraced you. Jace clung to you like a newborn babe and kissed you again and again. Septon Daeron pulled you apart gently.

“Dear Y/N, if you are as happy as I am and can express it better, then tell me how much happiness you imagine we have when we add it all up.” you laughed and shoved his shoulder, “as usual, you say ridiculous things… People who can count their wealth are poor: my true love has grown so huge that I couldn’t measure half of it.”

“Enough of this nonsense. Let’s get on with it. Follow me.” The Septon forced you two to refrain from embracing each other during the ceremony; thankfully it was quick. You both were told to sit on your knees and pray before vows were exchanged. You pretended to be praying as you snuck glances at your soon to be husband.

Daeron told you both to stand, neither of you had cloaks to exchange so instead you skipped right to the vows. It was painfully obvious to Daeron how ill prepared and immature the two lovers he was marrying were. A subtle feeling of dread washed over him staring at the pair.

You intertwined your hands with each other upon command. “With this kiss, I pledge my love. And take you for my lady wife.” You smiled bigger than you ever had before, “With this kiss, I pledge my love. And take you for my lord husband.” The Septon cleared his voice and declared, “one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”

Your lips crashed into each other in a searing embrace. A short-lived embrace as Daeron cleared his throat behind you. Your happiness was short lived as you both were quickly pulled apart.

A plan was already in motion. Once the sun set and the moon rose over the horizon, the nurse would sneak out once again and inform your beloved it was safe. Then you would let a ladder fall from your balcony which he would climb up. It was the same place in the orchard where he watched you the other night.

You would finally be able to consummate the marriage, and no one would be able to separate you. Not your parents, cousins, church, or state. Only the gods would be able to tear you from your true love… Soon you would realize how cruel the Gods could be.

#jacaerys velaryon #jacaerys x reader #jacaerys x you #jacaerys x y/n #jacaerys imagine #jacaerys fic #jacaerys fluff #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fic #hotd au #hotd imagine

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me @ you calling Lucerys boring! 😆 come on, he's just a kid! cutting out aemond's eye was bad, i agree, but i don't think he was as bland as everyone says. his imposter syndrome in 8 and 10 was interesting to watch at least. he was a brave little boy.

I mean I don't really see anything brave about bringing a knife to a fight he not only had fuck all to do with but where he was clearly at fault (Aemond did nothing wrong, he tamed a free dragon, Baela and Rhaena get a pass because they're grieving but Jace and Luke had no business being involved and certainly no business escalating into 4 v 1 violence against the clear cut victim), trying to literally murder someone because I don't know what the fuck you're trying to do when you stab a knife at someone's face but it's certainly not a warning shot, showing zero remorse for it at all, and at worse acting like a little snot when in the same room with your victim. The fact that Luke got away with this scot free (didn't he literally say "I didn't do anything" you boring little asshole you stabbed out someone's eye that is the opposite of not doing anything!) is an absolute travesty of justice that stains everyone involved (mostly Viserys and Luke but I'm not letting Rhaenyra "pls torture the ten year old stabbing victim until he tells me how he figured out that these white dark haired children aren't the sons of my black platinum blond husband" Targaryen off the hook either). Aemond could have died, not only from the initial wound, but from the myriad of infections or other issues that could have plagued him during the healing process. For God's sake, Viserys nicks himself on the Iron Throne and they have to lop off his arm, his infected injuries and their treatment have already made him pretty firmly decrepit by Driftmark, the fact that Aemond healed without any serious and lifelong and further damaging complication is a goddamn miracle. And even kids know that murder is bad, I'm pretty sure that if I were Lucerys's age and I tried to commit homicide I'd have to deal with some consequences.

And I'm sorry, but I call him boring because he is! They wrote a boring character! That's not on me for picking up on it, that's on the writers and the myriad choices they made that led to them severely underdeveloping several characters, most prominently Lucerys (Jace and Baela and Rhaena at least get another season of life to develop further, Luke gets four episodes and they knew that going in). This is a song I've been singing literally since the show was airing and it's not gonna change, cuz he's dead and therefore stuck with his boring character and complete lack of characterization.

Him being a kid is not a character trait, and it certainly doesn't make him more interesting anymore than, say, his eye color would. The impostor syndrome thing they kinda tried didn't really work because 1) it's not impostor syndrome if it's true, he's not a Velaryon and Vaemond was 99% in the right in that entire thing (I don't like him throwing out misogynistic slurs, you can point out that these aren't Velaryons but Strong bastards without stooping to calling Rhaenyra a whore, I hate men sometimes) 2) in episode 8 it exists for one single line and is not a driving force for him at all for the remainder of the episode to the point that it could be cut out and mean nothing, especially since that scene was only there to introduce adult Aemond and 3) it doesn't even make sense because the person who was set up as having issues with his lack of Velaryon heritage and Harwin being his father was Jace. Jace is the one who hears the rumors and clocks it early on in childhood, Jace is the one who is deeply affected by it to the point of bitterness towards his own mother, Jace is the one who grieves Harwin but also feels angry that he can't express it. All of that was set up as part of Jace's arc, not at all Luke's, who is literally set dressing up until he decides to commit criminal offenses in the middle of the night. And then time skip, and suddenly Jace is A-OK and Luke, who has shown no issue before now (or any personality at all) is slightly concerned about it for one line in episode 8 before going back to being a piece of cardboard until episode 10.

And I'll be honest, the second that scene came out in episode 10, I immediately saw it for what it was, which was a very obvious patch job. The writers were clearly aware that they had not given the viewers any reason at all to care about Luke one way or another, so we weren't going to feel a lot when Vhagar (deservedly, imo) munches on him. So they hastily added in this really heavy-handed scene of poor uwu soft boy Lukey who is so concerned with doing right and needs to blink up tearfully at Mommy and be her sweet boy and get little kisses to assuage his worries, so that we'd feel some emotion and then be said when he becomes the Jonah to Vhagar's whale. It just doesn't work because there was nothing for him before then and therefore I don't care, I just feel bad Rhaenyra.

Luke is a bland and boring character. That's not an attack, that's just what the writers did. They tried to cram too much into a ten episode season, literally twenty years of history, and it caused a lot of characterization problems for a lot of characters, particularly for the Team Black ones. And a consequence of that is that the character with the least amount of time for development got not development and no personality. He's a plank of wood, he's a platonic version of the sexy lamp trope; there's nothing there and he exists only for us to feel bad when the lamp is smashed. Seriously, name me five individual character traits that Lucerys has. He's a momma's boy, even though I'm not really sure that's a character trait but I'll give it to him, and I guess he's devoid of empathy, considering that he doesn't appear to feel literally any remorse for mutilating Aemond (seriously, is it like the Dothraki and "thank you"? does the word "sorry" not exist in Valyrian languages? you can't even send an apology gift basket or a note?). But he's not brave, as there is no scene that shows any bravery or courage, and he's not noble or kind or thoughtful because there's nothing that shows any of that, or anything that shows him being the opposite, cruel or cowardly or weak, because he's a basically a character who could be played by sticking a wig on a mop and waving it around. And any characterization of insecurity exists as something hamfistedly crowbarred in at the last minute in his final episode to try to manipulate the audience's emotions with less sensitivity than D&D trying to tug at our heartstrings by having Drogon try to nudge Dany awake after she's killed.

But there is a character that I do consider to be a brave little boy, though I regret to inform y'all that it is Not a fourteen year old with no depth or personality or written characterization whose main claim to fame is maiming a person without apology and then dying. Nah, the brave little boy title goes to post-Driftmark Aemond. Aemond, at ten, is delivered a life altering injury whose recovery was likely very slow and very painful, involved a lot of worry about whether he'd have to deal with infection or further risk of death, and had to relearn how to do literally everything now that he was half blind, and he did all of it. He survived, and he thrived. He relearned how to walk, how to balance, his spatial awareness. He learned how to fought and even became incredibly good at it, and maintained his bond with Vhagar, as well as trying to keep himself mentally sharp as well. He did all of that, despite the huge setback he was dealt with at age ten. That's brave, go Aemond.

#personal #answered #anonymous #anti lucerys velaryon #the only thing about luke that even gets me remotely passionate is what he did to aemond #but that's because i like aemond and i feel things about aemond #who is a fully realized character #lucery is Not that #and yeah it's a writing issue and a massive writing issue #do baela and rhaena even have ANY character traits at all?#do their adult versions even have more then a dozen lines?#like at least they live through the dance so we can see more characterization develop in upcoming seasons #but honestly the only character more atrociously handled in terms of being made boring than luke are baela and rhaena #who could honestly be completely cut from the story of season 1 entirely and not have it make a lick of difference #like me calling luke boring isn't an attack on the character of luke (because it basically doesn't exist)#it's me taking the WRITERS to task #since it's impossible to set luke's lack of characterization apart from the out of universe creative decisions that led to it #and i've always thought he's boring and that's really not gonna change #there's four episodes of the boy and i've seen all four of them and they're the only four we're ever gonna get #they knew that they knew luke was gonna be set in unchanging stone once he died and they elected to do nothing with him anyway #so he's boring and bland #sucks but it's true

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and the dragons danced?

chapter three: RHAENYRA II

Aegon looked better after a bath and a change of clothes. He had stopped shaking to, whatever her boys had said during the time they were alone together seemed to have calmed her brother down considerably.

Now he was standing behind one of the chairs in their dining hall, waiting for Rhaenyra and Daemon to join them so they could eat their meal. Jace and Luke either side of him, with their betrotheds beside them. Little Joffrey was saying something to his uncle, probably some childish question about some rumour or another. When the Rhaenyra and Daemon entered the light of the room and came into her brothers view, Aegon tensed, his shoulders pulling up and back stiffening. Gods, he couldn't even be in the same room as her without fear, how had it come to this?

Her and Daemon had spent the last hour looking back on the days they'd spent in King's Landing, picking apart the interactions they'd had with the greens, picking apart every word, every look, every flinch (yes, Aegon had flinched when Rhaenyra grabbed his arm during the dinner, that had been horrible to remember), every moment that they had spent in each other's presence. Noticing the way that Aegon never spoke to her, that Helaena never even looked in their direction. Aemond's undisguised anger (that was expected) but there was something else, something more when Daemon stepped between him and her sons, had it been fear? Some primal reaction to the words his mother had been whispering in his ear for years.

"Mother," Luke called, turning his gaze from his younger brother to her, a smile spliting his face. Oh her sweet boy, always to happy to see her, to be near her. Joffrey jumped and turned towards the door at his brothers cry, instantly running to her side. Jace smiled, but only looked at her for a moment, his eyes instantly turning back to his uncle, eyes worried.

"Hello father," Rhaena called, she smiled slightly, though she too was watching Aegon out of the corner of her eye, such a kind girl, always worrying for others. "Rytsas, zaldrītsos, how did you sleep?" Daemon asked.

"Well kepa," Baela cut in. "how did you rest?"

"Very well, tala," Daemon smiled at his eldest, "lekiatresy, what about you? Do you feel better after your bath?"

Aegon jolted as Daemon addressed him, "uhhh, I feel.... clea-ner than I... ha-ve in centuries, kepus," he stumbled over his valyrian.

"Jēdri," Jace corrected, "not centures, jēdri."

Aegon blushed at that, "oh, thank you Jacaerys." Rhaenyra shook her head slightly, of course, from what she remembered, Aegon had never payed much attention to his studies, learning just enough valyrian to control Sunfyre then losing interest.

Daemon hummed, "your valyrian could use some work, but we can fix that." Aegon shrunk into himself some more, if that was even possible.

"Yes well," Rhaenyra cut in, "we can discuss Aegon's valyrian later, right now we should eat." Daemon nodded and both of them took their seats.

The children sat at once and Joffrey instantly reached for some food, turning back to his uncle, "well? is it true uncle?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I don't, I don't remember what you asked," Aegon admitted, blushing again.

"Is it true that you've been to every brothel in fleabottom?" Joffrey asked again. Rhaenyra spit her drink back into her goblet and Daemon let out a chocked sound. "JOFFREY! That is not appropriate for the table." Rhaenyra said sharply.

"Where did you even hear that?" Rhaena asked, looking at the youngest in question.

"One of the guards in the Keep said it when we were there," Joffrey shrugged, "and I never got a chance to ask."

"Joff-" Luke began, his tone chiding.

"It's okay Lucerys," Aegon said, "really," he added, turning to look at Rhaenyra, "I don't mind, he's just curious, as to answer your question Joffrey, I have no idea."

"Then you should try and keep track," Joffrey nodded, as if it was the most normal sentence in the world.

"Alright," Daemon cut in before Aegon could respond, "I believe that's quite enough of that, eat your food, all of you." Joffrey pouted at his step-father, but began to eat all the same. His siblings and uncle copying him. Rhaenyra locked eyes with her husband and they shared an exasperated look, at least they weren't fighting.

Their meal was quiet after that, everyone eating their food silently, though Rhaenyra spotted the children sharing several glances.

After they finished eating, Rhaenyra took a moment to let everyone settle, "Now, I believe that Daemon and I have some things to talk over with Aegon, and the rest of you have lessons to attend."

"But mother," Joffrey complained, but he didn't get to finish his sentence before Rhaena stood, walked over to him and began to guide him from the room. Luke let out a laugh when Joffrey made an offended noise, and began to follow them. Baela rolled her eyes and followed as well. Jace had stood to follow but then paused and glanced back at his uncle. "I am fine Jace, go you have studies to attend to," Aegon assured him.

Jace scoffed, "like you care about studies," but he did as told and left the room, with one more glance back.

There was a moment of silence, "was... was there something you needed?" Aegon broke the silence.

Rhaenyra took a breath, she'd been thinking over what to say since Aegon had left her and Daemon earlier that morning, "yes there are quite a few questions we have for you Aegon, if you're comfortable with answering them?"

"I'm a guest in your home, ask anything you want," Aegon shrugged.

Daemon spoke first, "why do you think the king is dead?" Well, that was a question to ask first.

"I... I heard people, last night. I was, around the city-" Aegon paused, "-when I heard some people looking for me, they said that since father had died I was a valuable asset to have. When I understood what they were saying I snuck back into the keep, took Blackfyre and snuck back out. Then I mounted Sunfyre, told the keepers not to tell anyone I had left and flew for Dragonstone."

Daemon and Rhaenyra shared a look, if people were looking for Aegon... it lended some credance to the fact that her father might have passed. "I have people in King's Landing, we'll know for sure soon enough," Daemon said. Aegon sighed but didn't speak.

"Why did you come here?" Rhaenyra asked after another moment of silence. Aegon flinched. "Not that I am angry you did," Rhaenyra hastily added, "I was just wondering why, we have never been close," which was something she sorely regretted.

"I... as I said when I arrived, I am not fit to rule, I have no taste for it. When I heard that father might be dead, I know that my grandfather, the Hand, has been plotting for years to usurp you and place me on the throne instead." Aegon stopped and looked towards her, but Rhaenyra was not shocked at this news, Otto Hightower had been plotting to usurp her since Alicent married her father.

"I did not wish for that," Aegon continued after she didn't react, "so I did the only thing I could think of, I came to you."

Rhaenyra could swear her heart clenched at that, his first though was her? Oh...

"But why?" Daemon asked, "when you arrived you seemed quite sure that Rhaenyra would kill you the moment Viserys died, so why come here?"

Aegon didn't respond for a long moment, and he looked to be considering the question very deeply, "I think I... I just hoped it wasn't true," he admited, "That everything they had been saying about you was wrong, that I would be safe with my sister."

"You are safe Aegon," Rhaenyra confirmed, leaning towards him, "they were wrong." Aegon smiled at her shyly. "You said that 'they' had been saying then these things, who are they Aegon?" Though she already knew the answer, Rhaenyra still had to ask, and hope against all hope that she was wrong.

Aegon's mouth stuttered open, "oh, umm-"

"We will not be angry at you Aegon," Daemon said, in a softer voice than he had ever used around Alicen't children, "you are not at fault."

Aegon blinked, "my grandfather... and my mother," he finally spoke, wincing when the words left his mouth. The words hit Rhaenyra like a mace, of course, she had already worked out the truth before Aegon had spoken the words, but it still hurt to hear them said aloud. Alicent, her old friend, thought her vile enough to kill her own kin simply for the throne. Did she not know her better? Though Rhaenyra had thought she had known Alicent, until her wedding to Ser Laenor. Perhaps Alicent felt the same?

Whatever the truth of it, there was no use dwelling on it now, Aegon was watching her with worried eyes, and Rhaenyra realised she must look upset. So she cleared her expression and smiled at her little brother. "Thank you for telling us."

"Wait a moment," Daemon suddenly said, "You said you snuck into and out of the Red Keep, does no one know you have left?"

"No? At the least, they didn't when I left, they might have noticed by now," Aegon responded.

Daemon nodded, "yes, they very well might have, well my contacts will know."

"Is that all?" Aegon asked after another moment of silence.

"There is one other thing," Rhaenyra said, as a question that had been on her mind since Aegon was still a boy came to mind, "your mother, does she... hit you?"

Aegon blanched, "w-what? no, she-"

"Aegon," Rhaenyra cut him off, "it's alright, there is no shame in this."

Aegon closed his eyes, then nodded, "mother, grandfather, sometimes Ser Criston, when I... when I don't meet their expectations," his eyes opened, "sometimes they do it to Helaena and Aemond too, though less than me."

Rhaenyra looked towards Daemon, his eyes had lit with fury at the confession, "Ser Criston? He has dared to lay his hands upon a Targaryen prince," the fury in his voice was palpable.

Aegon flinched and Rhaenyra layed a hand on Daemon's arm to calm him. "It's only happened maybe twice, he- he used to just get more violent in training." Aegon shrugged.

"That-" Daemon began, but stopped at Rhaenyra's head shake. "Thank you again, Aegon, for being to open with us," Rhaenyra said, giving her brother another soft smile, "and I promise you that you are safe here, no one will harm you."

He nodded but there was still a tenseness in his shoulders that Rhaenyra didn't like. "Can... can I go now?" Aegon asked, his silver hair falling into his face as he nodded towards the door.

"Yes, perhaps Sunfyre would like to see you?" Rhaenyra said.

"Yes, perhaps," Aegon responded as he stood, bowed once, and left the room quickly.

Both Rhaenyra and Daemon watched him go in silence, there were no words to say.

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#fanfic #house of the dragon #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #viserys' kids deserved to love each other #and I will make it happen #they love each other goddamnit #alicent girlies dont stress #i won't make her actually abusive #she just doesn't know how to parent and otto isn't exactly the best role model

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