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The Dragon's Daughter - 3

(Warnings: Mentions of slavery and death, some tiny fluff if you squint and Drogon burning people)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

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Daenerys hadn’t let go of Rhaella since it happened, always carrying her in her arms or within her sight, the child was inconsolable, refusing to eat and sleep, as though she knew, as though she could sense that her brothers were gone. Currently, Daenerys was holding Rhaella tightly against her, the child finally dozing off to sleep, after hours and hours of seemingly endless crying and fussing, but finally, her eyes were about to close without her permission, the steady heartbeat of her mother lulling her to sleep and comfort. As she heard footsteps, she leaned against her daughter’s head, her lips against the white, soft hair of her daughter as she turned, a look of relief forming on her face when she saw who it was. “You came back…” her voice was quiet and frail, Jorah nodding as he panted “as soon as I heard, do you know anything?” he asked, Daenerys shaking her head and looking down at her daughter briefly “Irri is dead… she died while caring for Rhaella” Daenerys revealed, Jorah sighing with regret “I know…” admitted, his eyes landing on the quiet child in her arms. “Was she…?”

“No, no she-... they didn’t take her, only her brothers” Daenerys admitted stiffly, her eyes moving down to the Targaryen babe in her arms. “She’s been inconsolable… she was there when it happened, when Irri died” Daenerys added, Jorah sighing “she was a good-”

“She’s dead. She died alone, she died for me and my daughter and I couldn’t protect her…” Daenerys stated in a wavering voice, tears building up in her eyes as she held Rhaella against her cheek, closing her eyes as she tried to remain quiet, to let her child sleep. “Doreah?”

“We can’t find her… she must be dead too…” Daenerys stated softly as she walked towards the railing with her daughter, still holding the child tightly against her “I led my people out of the Red Waste and into the slaughterhouse… my daughter-... I put my daughter at risk, I even thought she could have been burnt-“

“Burnt??”

“Yes, Ser Jorah… burnt… a fire had caught on her dress… I thought it had eaten away at her flesh… I forgot everything about myself and her, our name, the fire in her blood, the pyre that burnt around her and left her unharmed… I saw the fire on her clothes and I forgot about it all, as though it could actually hurt her…” Daenerys stated with an uneasy laugh of bitter-sweet amusement, tears beginning to run down her cheeks, the child waking up and fussing, sensing her mother’s fear and worry and sadness, a small cry leaving her as she reached up for Daenerys, the mother obliging and leaned her head down, her forehead against her daughter’s head as the child fiddled with her white hair. Jorah sighed with regret, taking a step closer, his hand gently brushing over the back of the baby Targaryen, before dropping at his side again. “I should have been here…”

“You went to find us a ship…” Daenerys stated softly, looking down at her daughter to see her once more asleep, as though the presence of the knight was a comfort to her when it was paired with her mother’s presence, or maybe because the knight’s return gave Daenerys a sense of relief, of security. “My place is by your side, I shouldn’t have left you and the princess alone with these people…”

“‘These people’...?”

“They are not to be trusted-”

“And who is to be trusted? Who are my people? The Targaryens? I only knew one besides my daughter, my brother, and he would have let a thousand men rape me if it had got him the crown. The Dothraki? Most of them turned on me the day that Khal Drogo fell from his horse…”

“Your people are in Westeros-”

“The people in Westeros don’t know that I’m alive!”

“They will soon enough-”

“And then what? They’ll pray for my return? They’ll wave dragon banners and shout my name, my daughter’s name?... That’s what my brother believed and he was a fool” Daenerys stated bitterly, walking away from the railing as Rhaella began to fuss, Daenerys gently rocking her child. “You are not your brother… trust me, Khaleesi” Jorah’s words made Daenerys look down, glancing at her daughter, her heart both swelling and hurting at the sight. ‘Trust?’, the only one she trusted at this moment was the babe in her arms, a little over two months old. “There it is… ‘Trust me’... And it’s you I should trust, Ser Jorah? Only you?... I don’t need trust any longer… I don’t want it and I don’t have room for it, not when I have my children to look after, not when I have Rhaella to think of” Daenerys stated in a determined yet wavering voice, gently rocking her child as she heard Jorah step closer, a hand raising to be on her shoulder. “You are too young to be so-”

“And you are too familiar” Daenerys spat as she turned to face him, the old knight looking down as he took two steps back “forgive me, Khaleesi…” his voice murmured, Daenerys turning to look at the empty cages in front of her, the weight of her child in her arms being the only thing grounding her, reminding her of reality, making her think of other things, and not just her dragons, but her other child as well. “No one can survive in this world without help… No one. Let me help you, please… tell me how” Jorah almost pleaded, Daenerys looking down at her child before looking at him over her shoulder “find my dragons” she ordered softly, Jorah leaving in an instant, leaving Daenerys alone with her daughter, staring at the four empty cages where her other children should be.

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“Khaleesi, perhaps it would be best if-”

“No, no, my daughter will stay with her mother… and her brothers…” Daenerys stated softly, looking towards the now one year old child, standing with her hands on a box, being the only thing supporting her, a smile crossing Daenerys’ lips as she looked at her daughter, Jorah following her line of sight “she’s strong, already she can stand up, with help” Jorah added the last bit with a hint of amusement, Daenerys’ playfully glaring at him “she can take a few steps” she half-heartedly joked back, Jorah chuckling lightly as he kneeled down, catching the golden eyes of the young princess, watching her grin at him, one hand still on the box as she tried to steady herself enough to walk towards him. “You seem to know much about children…” Daenerys noted, Jorah chuckling lightly as he walked over and picked the girl up, walking back to Daenerys. “I know some… I know when they fall, it usually doesn’t hurt and they only cry if you act worried” Jorah stated with amusement, handing the child to it’s mother as Rhaella reached for her, Daenerys giving her child a big grin as she took her from the knight. “But what if it hurts?” Daenerys asked with worry, setting Rhaella on the railing, facing Astapor, her hands still holding her child so the babe wouldn’t fall into the water. “Then they cry, but usually when a child this young falls, they look at you first. If you’re worried, they think they should be worried as well” Jorah advised Daenerys, the mother looking back at her daughter before nodding. “She’s almost ready for her first braid” Jorah added half-jokingly, gesturing to the white hair that was already being blown about, Daenerys smiling at the mention, running a hand over the white locks of hair. “Soon… her father would be proud… he’d without a doubt want to be the first one to braid her hair” Daenerys stated with a light chuckle, leaning down and kissing her daughter’s head before turning her around and balancing her on her hip as the ship docked, a small sigh leaving her, her lips spreading into a smile as Raemor flew closer and landed on the railing next to Rhaella, the baby girl squealing with joy as she reached for the dragon, Daenerys enjoying the sight of her daughter hugging the scaly neck of the silvery dragon that shared Rhaella’s eyes.

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Daenerys kept Rhaella on her hip as she walked with Jorah, a young Dothraki warrior and the man speaking to her, as well as his slave, Rhaella merely resting her head on Daenerys’ shoulder, tired eyes looking around as she stayed quiet, probably tired after the long voyage on sea, which took nearly five months, letting the young princess turn her first year, Daenerys giving her the key Xaro wore around his neck, chuckling at her daughter who instantly put it in her mouth to chew on. Rhaella was still chewing and fiddling with the round key as her mother carried her up the small steps, the wind and sea behind her and Rhaella looked up from her toy, big eyes on her mother who gently placed a hand on her head, guiding it back to her shoulder and the young girl obeyed, continuing to fiddle with her first toy. As the meeting went on and on, Daenerys tried not to let her annoyance or anger show, the calm child on her hip making her remember that she needed to stay calm, if not for herself, then her daughter. As the man mentioned the Unsullied killing a newborn babe in front of it’s mother, she clung tighter to Rhaella, hitching her an inch higher up on her hip, holding her even closer than before, a look of disgust in her eyes that she tried to hide from the little girl on her hip, dressed in expensive silks, her back covered from unaware eyes, after all: a gifted child is easier to take and exploit than a young dragon that breathes fire. The young Dothraki warrior gladly accepted the young Targaryen girl as Daenerys needed a break from the child on her hip, Rhaella currently fiddling with the round key, talking, or well, mostly babbling, to Ezzo and showing it to him as though it was the most interesting thing in the world, despite him trying to maintain a conversation with his queen. “Ezzo” the girl babbled out as she raised the toy to him, both Jorah and Daenerys stopping which led to the young Dothrak stopping as well, Daenerys smiling at her sweet daughter, it wasn’t her first word, far from it, but she was glad that her daughter had taken a liking to one of her most trusted warriors, one who hadn’t turned his back on her when her husband fell from his horse, one who had been by her side from the beginning.

“It is a beautiful toy, even the Great Stallion could not think of a more worthy toy” Ezzo stated very proudly, the girl grinning and practically shoved it into his face, the young warrior smiling, gently taking it from her, looking it over with soft eyes and a proud smile on his lips “I can borrow it? Thank you, you honor me, it is worth more than a thousand horses” he stated dramatically, the girl giggling, despite not understanding Dothrak yet, and turning to her mother, smiling up at the queen who gave her daughter a loving smile before continuing her conversation and walking with her advisor as Ezzo followed with the young princess in his arms. As Daenerys spotted a child trying to get her attention, she smiled, following the child with interest and joy, smiling at the girl as she stood at the end of the dock, her toy in her hands and Ezzo kneeled down, placing the young princess on the ground as he adjusted her dress, the strange girl rolling the toy towards Daenerys, motioning for her to open it and just as she was about to, both Jorah and Ezzo sprung forward, detaining a man with a dagger who had pushed the ball out of Daenerys’ hand, knocking her to the floor. Rhaella screamed and began to cry, not yet able to stand on her own feet without support, tears rolling down her cheeks as a shriek followed her cries, like an animal being tortured, her shrieks having increased in volume over the year since her birth. After the scorpion was killed, Daenerys turned to her daughter, practically crawling over to her on her hands and knees, cupping the small face in her hands as she inspected her for injuries. “My night’s sky” she whispered, the child calming down at the sound of it’s mother’s voice, the sobs quieting as the child looked around, turning to the stranger that had saved Daenerys from the scorpion.

Daenerys carefully picked up her distraught daughter as the hooded man went after the girl who had tried to kill the young queen, Daenerys cradling her child in her arms as Jorah helped her stand and brush off some dirt from Rhaella’s silky clothes, Ezzo moving to stand a little in front of Daenerys and the baby princess, protective of both his Khaleesi and her daughter. Daenerys looked up on a ledge, spotting the pale girl who had tried to kill her, her arms closing even more around her daughter, protective over her only human child, the child she bore for nine months, the babe she cradled in her arms and stroked the scales on her back to calm her down. “The warlock…” Daenerys mumbled, looking down at her baby girl as she held her on her hip, cupping her daughter’s face in her hand before kissing her forehead. “You’re safe, my night’s sky” she murmured before turning to the man who had saved her, and her daughter. “I owe you my life, ser, and that of my daughter” Daenerys stated softly as she took a few steps closer, the man pulling down his hood as he spoke. “The honor is mine, my queen, princess” he greeted, his eyes locked on the child as she tried to hide her face in her mother’s neck. “A beautiful child, Your Grace… she carries your hair” he noted, Daenerys unable to not smile, looking down at her shy daughter “I’m afraid she’s a little shy when she is without her brothers” she stated softly, the girl glancing at the man before continuing to hide her face, wrapping her arms around her mother’s neck and turning away from the stranger who had barely glimpsed at her golden eyes.

Daenerys looked to Jorah as he slowly stepped closer, Daenerys holding her daughter tighter at the look on Jorah’s face “you know this man?” she asked quietly, Jorah nodding as he looked at the stranger with skeptical eyes. “I know him, as one of the greatest fighters the Seven Kingdoms has ever seen… and as Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon’s Kingsguarde” Jorah revealed, Daenerys looking back at the stranger, one of her hands moving to cup the back of her daughter’s head, holding her against her shoulder as the stranger approached. “King Robert is dead, I have been searching for you, Daenerys Stormborn, to ask for your forgiveness… I was sworn to protect your family… I failed them…” the man revealed, Daenerys staring at him with slight confusion, especially when he kneeled in front of her. “I am Barristan Selmy, Kingsguarde to your father. Allow me to join your Queensguard, and I will not fail you again, nor will I fail your daughter, the princess” he stated proudly before bowing his head, Daenerys turning to look at her daughter, finding her looking at the stranger, fiddling with her mother’s hair before looking away shyly again, Daenerys unable to not smile victoriously, her eyes turning to a still guarded Ezzo “it’s alright, Ezzo, he saved my life, and Rhaella’s” she stated softly, the Dothrak nodding as he eased up a little, taking a small step back, though still staying at the side of his Khaleesi and princess.

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Daenerys gently held her daughter in her lap, smiling at her as she played with her, currently holding her toy out to her, playing with her and kissing the crown of her white hair. “You are very good with her, Your Grace” Missandei stated softly, Daenerys looking up at her with a soft smile, looking back down at her daughter, giving her the toy and kissing her head again “she’s the only child I will ever have besides my dragons… she’s the last I have left of my husband” Daenerys stated softly, Missandei giving her a comforting smile “she is a beautiful child, Your Grace-”

“You don’t have to call me ‘Your Grace’ when we’re alone, I’m not your master and you’re not a slave anymore” Daenerys stated softly, Missandei unable to not smile as she looked down “forgive me, it’s hard to forget sometimes, but if you would allow it, I would like to continue to refer to you as by your title” Missandei muttered, Daenerys nodding softly, deciding to leave the matter of the title up to the newly freed woman “it is hard… it took me a long time to make my husband see me as an equal, to love him…” Daenerys admitted with a small frown, Missandei smiling at her “yet you carried a daughter for him” she stated softly, sitting down nearby and watching the young girl with a smile. “I did… I carried a son as well… her brother… when my dragons hatched, one of them looked so much like her… I named him after the brother she lost” Daenerys admitted with sorrow, Missandei frowning at her with sadness before looking down, thinking of something she could say to cheer her new queen up. “‘Rhaella’, it is a very beautiful name” Missandei said softly, smiling at the queen and princess as Daenerys seemed to light up at this. “My mother’s name was Rhaella... I never knew my mother, she died after giving birth to me… I never thought I’d have a daughter of my own, let alone one so gentle and sweet already” Daenerys admitted, stroking her child’s head lovingly. “I trust no one to take care of her when I’m not around,” Daenerys started, looking from her beloved daughter to look at Missandei “I hope that will change” she added softly, Missandei smiling at her, the two of them getting up as it was time to meet the masters, Daenerys holding her daughter on her hip, giving her one last soft smile of love before exiting the room with Missandei, a cold facade on her face.

As Daenerys approached the cage, dragon inside, scratching to get out, to spread it’s wings and soar high above, Daenerys didn’t let go of Rhaella, in fact, she kept her close, walking past both Ser Barristan, Ezzo, Jorah and Missandei, all of them watching with worry as she approached a real dragon with a babe on her hip, a child no more than a single year old. As she undid the cage, she could feel Rhaella bouncing happily on her hip, squealing in joy and she had to put her down, smiling softly at her daughter as she held onto her leg to not fall while her mother opened the cage. As the latch opened, she held onto the chain, Rhaella giggling and reaching for the dragon as it soared high above, Daenerys leaning down, offering her hand to her daughter who grasped it, clumsily reaching for Drogon who flew down, hovering in front of her, the flap of his wings making her white hair fly back as she giggled and reached for him, clumsily spurting out his name amongst other indistinct words. Daenerys kneeled down to her daughter, looking over her shoulder at Missandei who hurried over, carefully picking up the princess, walking alongside Daenerys so Rhaella would keep calm in the stranger’s arms. As she handed off Drogon to the master, in return getting the whip, Rhaella began to grow fussy, reaching for Drogon as she began to cry a little. “Is it done then? They belong to me?” she asked quietly, Missandei translating as she still held the fussy princess in her arms, relaying back to the queen what the master said as he struggled to keep ahold of the dragon’s chain, Rhaella seemingly growing more and more distressed as Drogon became more and more uneasy about the situation.

By the time it was revealed that Daenerys could speak Valyrian, Rhaella was crying, screaming her head off, the sounds mixing with the shrieks of the dragon, and as it breathed it’s fire, Rhaella screamed even louder, reaching for the dangerous creature and it flew closer to the princess, Missandei nearly dropping the child out of fear, until she saw the dragon nudge it’s head along the white hair of the princess and then fly off, continuing to burn whatever it saw and every master holding a whip, Daenerys approaching Missandei, gently taking back her child and balancing her on her hip, Rhaella, who had calmed down now, reaching for the whip, Daenerys let her touch it for a brief second before pulling it out of her grasp with gentle movements. “You will never touch a whip, my night’s sky, nor will you ever feel it” she whispered, kissing her child’s head and making sure she couldn’t see the masters getting killed, their whips falling to the ground along with their bodies, staining the sand red.

#The Dragon's Daughter #Daenerys Stormborn #Daenerys Targaryen #Rhaella Targaryen #Daenerys x Rhaella #Daenerys x OC #GoT #Game of Thrones #GoT fanfic #Game of Thrones fanfic

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lunar-pine-pokemon · 3 months

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Right i never updated on the mementos situation. We got out and we are all exhausted. We fell asleep watching a movie.

We being Skel (@toxx-apex-727), Sa'risha (@lunarlatticethief), Larry (@bowser-is-the-best), Crescent, and I

We are calling our little group of phantom thieves "The Distortion Thieves"

Not that we actually plan on making this sort of thing a regular occurrence

[Plaintext: "Not that we actually plan on making this sort of thing a regular occurrence"]

#the dragon's daughter #a persona adventure #luna posting #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokemon #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokeblog rp #pokeblr #pokeblog roleplay

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tarutaruga · 10 months

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please hoyoverse give this man a british accent you don't know how much I NEED this

#art #genshin impact #wriothesley #neuvillette #wriolette #tarudraw #he wakes up early in the morning takes his little dragon daughter to french school and chuggs down a bottle of jack daniels #then goes to work like nothing happened #thank god its the nation of hydro cuz if someone as much as lit a match anywhere near him the whole place would explode

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withdenim · 3 months

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Local man desperately trying to stop the cycle before it gets to his kids (it’s already there)

#with great power comes You Are Still A Child. Be A Child. Do Not Kill This Part Of Yourself Because You Think I Won’t Love You If You Don’t #‘there comes a time when we all must grow up’ and that time has no obligation to come at 15 #ninjago #lego ninjago #my art #lloyd garmadon #dragons rising #ninjago lloyd #ninjago sora #lloyd and sora have so many fuckinf parallels man I’m crazy #they keep doing the same things they keep being like each other #that’s his kind of daughter TO ME

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floatyflowers · 1 month

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Dark!House of The Dragon Men x Reader

You tried to balance your relationship with the greens and blacks despite being Rhaenyra's daughter.

And it worked.

With Aegon II Targaryen

Both of you are close in age, as you are older then Jace.

Aegon found himself falling for you, due to many factors, not only because you are beautiful.

You are kind, intelligent, and most importantly YOU LISTEN to him.

Both of you spend too much time together with or without your mothers knowledge.

The only time he stood up to his mother is when she spoke about you in a horrid manner, calling you a bastard.

"If you dare speak about her like that ever again, I will go and inform father!"

He later on becomes your betrothed by Viserys' order to unite the house.

With Aemond Targaryen

You never mocked him like his brother and your siblings.

In fact, you became his friend and shared his interest in reading books.

The only one in house Targaryen that he felt connected to is you.

Sometimes you would sneak into his chamber in the middle of the night though the hidden passages to just chat.

So, it's hard for your Targaryen uncle not to fall for you, he even looked past your legitimacy.

You literally stood by his side when Luke took his eye and comforted him.

But hearing your engagement to his older brother made his blood boil, and he took an oath to steal you away.

Especially after claiming Vhagar, he realized he now has the ability to burn down anyone who he finds as a threat to his affection towards you.

"Don't worry, I will protect you, dear niece"

With Jacearys Velaryon

He respects and loves you dearly, you are his role model.

That is why he started to bully Aemond when he saw you pay attention to the silver haired Targaryen more than him.

When puberty hit him, he began to slowly develop feelings for you.

And what increased those feelings is that he heard his mother mention something about marrying you to him.

But all his dreams came crashing down when Viserys' announced that you would wed Aegon.

And when you actually did marry Aegon, and after years where Viserys' held a feast, Jace tried to convince you to return to Dragonstone with him.

The night he got in a fight with Aegon he let out all his fury, even if he promised to behave.

"Annual your marriage to him and marry me instead"

With Ser Criston Cole (Platonic)

He is your biological father.

And he knows that, so unlike his bad treatment towards your mother and siblings, he treated you kindly.

At the age of ten he revealed to you that he is your real father.

At first you didn't believe him, but as you grew older you did begin to realize the truth.

Instead of avoiding him, you decided to be friendly and call him 'father' when you both are alone.

One time, one of the servants accidentally spilled soup on you.

The next day that servant was found dead.

"I'm your father before being the Queen's sworn sword"

With Gwayne Hightower

He flirted with you before your wedding not realizing that you are his nephew's bride.

Gwayne hates Rhaenyra, but the thought of you being her daughter left him in disbelief.

You are nothing like your mother.

Everything about you scream honor, virtue and kindness.

Gwayne even tried to convince you to runaway before it's too late.

"You still have time to not marry Aegon"

Indeed, it's awful to say that about his nephew.

But he cares about your well-being more than Aegon's happiness.

And it really shows during the war.

#tw: toxic relationships #yandere house of the dragon #possessive #daughter reader #romantic yandere #aegon ii targaryen x reader #jacaerys velaryon x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #gwayne hightower x reader #reader insert #house of the dragon

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backjustforberena · 4 months

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Corlys and Rhaenys at their daughter's wake, with their grandchildren. DO NOT REPOST.

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elshe · 6 days

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I like to think that Hiccup would be more of an affectionate father because he somewhat wished that Stoick was. Hence the birth of this sketch. I also love the more domestic side of Hiccup and Astrid, and can’t resist drawing cute family moments lol.

p.s.

Zephyr hates her father’s affection.

#don’t ever interrupt playtime #i need more zephyr and hiccup moments #how can you resist those chubby cheeks?#she’s definitely a daddy’s girl #father and daughter #httyd #how to train your dragon #hiccstrid #hiccup #hiccup haddock #zephyr #zephyr haddock #httyd fanart #astrid #astrid hofferson #married hiccstrid #hiccstrid babies #babies

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caemidraws · 7 months

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Lunar Sorcery

#aesthetic #fashion #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ocs #a sweet baby angel #not me expanding the marsverse to play the lvl 17 sorcerer daughter

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rainofthetwilight · 19 days

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guys they are so similar it's insane oh my GOD SDHDJWJFJADH

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago lloyd #ninjago sora #levi's ted talks #like father like daughter <333 #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOUR HONOR

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bakasakana · 11 days

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yakuza except kaoru teaches haruka kendo

#kazukaoru #kaoru sayama #kiryu kazuma #haruka sawamura #yakuza #like a dragon #ryu ga gotoku #oh and kiryu is her sparring partner #i want my daughter to have 2 caring parents thats all #my art

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blackvalyrians · 3 months

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#gotedit #gameofthronedaily #gotdaenerystargaryen #game of thrones #the dragon's daughter #daenerys targeryan #fantasy #my edit #100+#tw: flashing gif #do not repost #gif

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fandomficsnstuff · 9 months

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The Dragon's Daughter - 14

(Warnings: A little bit of angst, fluff, a little more fluff aaaand some more fluff just for good measure:3)

Dothraki will be in bold

High Valyrian will be in cursive

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“You will not follow me! You will stay at Dragonstone-”

“NO!”

“You’re just a child!! You’re only nine-”

“I can fly Raemor!”

“Flying is not the same as war! You could be killed! You’re my daughter! My heir! It’s final, you’ll stay at Dragonstone with Ezzo and that’s it!”

“No! You’re going to burn the Iron Fleet! So will I! They killed Rhaegal!”

“Rhaella!-” Daenerys tried to catch up with her daughter, her eyes moving to Raemor as the little girl reached the dragon. “Don’t let her o-” she was cut off as Raemor screeched loudly in her face, her eyes wide as she halted, staring at the white dragon as it seemed to take her daughter’s side. Drogon bared his teeth at Raemor as he lowered his head at Daenerys’ side, tears forming in her eyes as she watched Rhaella climb up on her dragon. “I want to be there, Muña…” Rhaella shouted with tears in her eyes, Daenerys reluctantly getting up on Drogon, tears in her eyes as she saw Rhaella sitting atop her white dragon. “I want to help-”

“You’re a child!”

“You can’t stop me!”

“You’re just a kid, Rhaella! You’re a child! MY child!”

“I have Raemor and you and Drogon-”

“Rhaella-”

“My father would never back down from a fight, you told me so! You told me he was the bravest of all the Khals! The Khal above Khals!” Rhaella snapped, Daenerys staring at her daughter with wide, shocked eyes, Rhaella holding her gaze and Daenerys swore she saw the dothraki horse lord in her eyes, the horse lord she still loved to an extend, the small bells hanging from his braided hair that she used to braid for him, the white lion skin she had seen in the room of their daughter, she had caught her sleeping with it more than once. “You’re just a child, Rhaella, you shouldn’t be in a war to begin with-”

“Lady Mormont was in battle-”

“And she died!”

“Throne of ash. Ash and snow, the blood and fire of metal… I want to watch them burn! Black boiling blood of ash and snow... Please, Muña… I want to hear them scream for killing Missandei! Please…” Rhaella begged quietly, Daenerys watching her, swallowing thickly before just continuing to stare at her daughter, shocked at how… bloodthirsty her daughter seemed… the sudden idea of burning them all… it felt alien, foreign and disturbing, that her little girl, her little dragon, wanted a city to burn and be slaughtered. Rhaella slid off of Raemor “please” Rhaella pleaded again quietly before walking towards Dragonstone to wait with Ezzo who had stuck to her like glue since Missandei’s execution, well aware of the guilt the princess felt yet he still knew she needed him, and not just for protection.

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Rhealla watched from her mother’s side as both a man and a woman were pulled out of the Red Keep’s lower levels and brought before the Iron Throne where Daenerys waited, the throne covered in ash and snow, roof collapsed and ceiling broken open, letting in the cold air of the newly-arrived winter, despite how south King’s Landing were, the sounds of dragons roaring in the distance, their large wings taking them through the air and wind, high above the clouds and Rhaella felt a brief moment of peace as Raemor soared above the clouds, before she had to return to earth and pay attention once more. The woman was short-haired and blonde, the man had a golden hand, Raella frowning at the recognition of them. They were both roughly thrown on the floor in front of the chair that Daenerys sat in, her hands clutching the chair in an attempt to keep herself calm, or at least not ordering their execution immediately, causing a few cuts to bleed on her hands from the sharpness of the blades. Daenerys turned to Tyrion, her eyes piercing his soul with an unmatched fury “your sister, I presume?” she asked spitefully, Tyrion keeping his head down as he nodded nervously “yes, Your Grac-”

“‘Your Grace’... is this another one of your bad jokes?” Cersei hissed at Tyrion, turning to look at Daenerys with pure and utter rage “I am the queen of the Seven Kingdoms! I am the ruler of this Keep! You’re just a foreign whore with a foreign bitch for a daughter-” Cersei was cut off by Gray Worm’s knife that was pressed against her throat, so close that if she moved even an inch, the knife would pierce her skin and draw blood. “Cersei Lannister, you stand accused of the murder of your husband, King Robert Baratheon; the Usurper, Olenna Tyrrel, Queen Margaery Tyrell, Ser Lores Tyrrel, Eddard Stark, my dragon Rhaegal and countless others, you also stand accused of high treason, several accounts of attempted murder of Tyrion Lannister, current Hand of the Queen. You stand accused of the murder of Missandei of Naath, trusted adviser and counselor of the true Queen of Westeros and the Seven Kingdoms, trusted voice of the true Queen of Westeros… and a dear FRIEND. How do you plead?” Daenerys ended in as much a controlled voice as she could muster, Cersei smirking at her “not guilty, I demand a trial by combat” she stated smugly, Daenerys raising a brow at her in a silent challenge, “very well, choose your champion” she stated calmly, Cersei looking at Jaime, almost expecting him to defend her but he just shook his head and kept his gaze down “don’t” he whispered, Cersei scoffing “I choose Ser Gregor Cle-”

“Ser Gregor Clegane is dead” Daenerys revealed coldly, Cersei halting, fear slowly sinking in, shaking her head with a scoff “no, no he’s-”

“He’s fucking dead woman, I killed him” Sandor grunted out, Cersei looking at him as she tried to control her fear, Daenerys leaning a bit closer while in her seat. “So I ask again; how do you plead?” she asked loudly in a clear voice, Cersei staring at her, trying to contain her shock and fear. “I’m pregnant, you wouldn’t kill me while I am with child.”

“No, I wouldn’t. You’ll be imprisoned until you give birth, after, you will be executed if you do not die in childbirth, by my champion, whom I will choose when the time is upon you” Daenerys declared, turning her gaze to Jaime Lannister, raising a questioning brow at him “Ser Jaime Lannister you stand accused of treason against the crown and the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms as well against the heir to the Iron Throne and my daughter, Rhaella Targaryen. You also stand accused of murdering your cousin amongst countless others and attempting to escape the Crown’s justice via boat. How do you plead?”

“Guilty…” he admitted in a quiet voice, Cersei staring at him with rage and wide eyes, tears of utter fury in her eyes as Jaime just shook his head at her “it’s over, Cersei-”

“No! No it is not ov-” she shut up as Daenerys stood up from her throne, Rhaella looking at her as she approached Cersei. “Ser Jaime Lannister, you are found guilty of treason against the realm, your queen and your princess, you will spend your life in prison, you will most likely die in prison… unless,” Daenerys glanced at Tyrion who was looking at her with pleading eyes, her gaze turning to Jon Snow before finally settling on her daughter before returning to Jaime Lannister. “One day you may be released early… should that be the case, your fate will be discussed at that time” Daenerys ended with a bitter taste on her tongue “throw them both in separate cells, far enough so they can’t speak to each other” she ordered before looking over her shoulder at Rhaella who gave her a sweet smile. Once the two Lannisters had been removed from the throne room, Jon Snow approached Daenerys, smiling ever so slightly. “Thank you, Your Grace…” he whispered softly, Daenerys trying to hold back her tears, a cold expression on her face “when do you leave for the North, Lord Snow?”

Jon smiled softly at her, about to open his mouth when Rhaella ran over, a small smile grazing his lips at the sight of the young girl, something that Daenerys relished in. “Can I pick my own room?” the girl eagerly asked and Daenerys shared a brief glance with Jon before smiling down at her daughter, nodding as she kneeled down and took her daughter’s hands into her own. “Of course, but take Ezzo and Tyrion with you, Tyrion knows the castle the best, he knows where all the good rooms are” Daenerys stated with a grin, Rhaella hugging her tightly before hugging Jon and then she was off again, as quickly as she had arrived and Jon tried to hold back his smile, as did Daenerys as she stood back up again. “She’s a brave young girl, Your Grace” Jon stated, Daenerys nodding with a sad smile “she is…” Daenerys agreed, Jon turning his gaze to her while Daenerys still looked in the direction that Rhaella had gone off to. “Daenerys…” he began, the queen looking back at him, her smile wavering and it slowly faded as she prepared herself. “I don’t care about the damn crown, I don’t care about titles or names or blood, I’m not Aegon Targaryen, I’m Jon Snow. I know you think what I want won’t matter, but it will. I don’t want the damned crown, I’ve never wanted a crown. I love Rhaella and I love you… now I don’t expect you to marry me, or even keep me by your side… my place is in the North, I know that. And I’ll serve you as Warden of the North, as I always will, but not without telling you that I love you…” Jon stated softly, Daenerys studying him with tears in her eyes, forgetting about the audience but she remembered when Ser Davos bumped into a pillar in his attempt at sneaking out to give them some privacy, Jon glaring lightly at him, making the elderly man clear his throat and nod. “Right, I’ll just, uh…” he pointed towards the exit and swiftly moved that way, closing the doors behind him, leaving Daenerys and Jon alone in the throne room. Daenerys studied him before forcing herself to put on a regal face, devoid of emotion, confident in her power and self. “You’re not Jon Snow, because I hereby name you Jon Stark, the true-born son of Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, Warden of the North and previous King of the North, now joining the North as the Seventh kingdom. You’re now Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North…” she declared quietly, swallowing the lump in her throat as she continued to study him, trying to keep herself together, Jon nodding with a sad frown. “Thank you, Your Grace…” he murmured, about to turn around when her voice rang out in the throne room “but… you are welcome here. At my side… as my Lord Husband, if that is what you want…” she finished, Jon smiling at her, walking over, gently cupping her face in his hands before leaning down and kissing her passionately as his answer.

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Rhaella was quiet as she looked out over her balcony, hands clutching the stone railing, her eyes on the white, silver dragon that soared on the horizon, the rising sun bathing the sea and her dragon in a warm glow, Rhaella sighing softly and briefly. Without thinking about it, one of her hands lifted from the rail, moving up her shoulder, feeling just behind her back, near the top of her shoulders, feeling the silver scales against her fingertips. As there was a knock on the door she quickly lowered her hand and turned around, hesitating before sighing. “Come in” her voice didn’t carry any particular strength to it, the soft spoken words barely audible but whoever had knocked had heard them anyway, and thus they opened the door to enter. Rhaella watched her hand-maiden halt, looking at an already dressed princess. “Your Highness… you’re dressed?” the question made Rhaella tense, she almost wanted to scoff, her softened features hardening as she looked out over the balcony again “Gold. Golden crowns on golden wings… I’m quite capable of dressing myself, thank you” she muttered bitterly, her hand-maiden hesitating before daring to venture inside “the queen wishes to speak with you… perhaps-... a more suitable atti-”

“You don’t think me capable of deciding what I want to wear?” Rhaella sneered, glancing down at the clothes she wore when she rode Raemor, which was almost all the time. “O-Of c-course not! I j-just meant-... s-she’s asking for you in the throne room and I-” the poor girl cut herself off as Rhaella just walked past her, her eyes finding Ezzo’s as he waited outside, following along with her as her hand-maiden tried to keep up. “You shouldn’t be so hard on h-”

“Dark wings, dark words, dark ashes…” Rhaella spoke quietly, even though she knew Ezzo couldn’t speak High Valyrian, but he understood the message well enough, smirking ever so slightly. “Would you want me to remove her tongue?”

“Didn’t realize that it was an option…” Rhaella stated with a smirk before sighing “I would rather get eaten by Raemor than disappoint mother…”

“This is your fifth servant these last two years-”

“They all try to be her. They all try to be the woman they have all heard of, the woman who visited me in Mereen when I was but a girl and surrounded by my brothers… when I still had them…”

“You have brothers, princess.”

“I used to have two more… It seems that many forget that” Rhaella muttered, glancing up at Ezzo who gave her a soft smile “you are Rhaella Targaryen, the White Dragon of the Great Grass Sea and Westeros. You remember more than most because you have not just heard, you have seen” Ezzo explained softly just before ending up at the big doors leading to the throne room, Rhaella giving a heavy sigh before nodding, the doors opening and she saw her mother and the king consort by the throne, talking, until the doors opened. “Rhaella” Daenerys greeted, voice echoing in the hall, the dragon glass mural behind her proudly signaling the rise of the Targaryens once more. Rhaella walked the long walk to Daenerys and Jon, glancing at the latter before turning to face her mother. “Elyda said you wanted to see me?”

“Yes… now that you are of age and have bled for three years-”

“I won’t marry. You were sold to my father, and now you want to sell me?! None of the suitors want me, they want my blood and my position” Rhaella argued immediately, Daenerys sighing heavily “I loved your fath-”

“I know. But I don’t want to love my husband later, I want to marry him IF I love him, whoever he might be. If I ever marry. I won’t be sent off-”

“You wouldn’t-”

“Mother, the maesters say you carry a son. I know what the realm wants… and it will never want me… 300 years ago our family faced the same situation and it nearly ruined our house, it cost us our dragons and our dignity and we became a shadow of ourselves. The ship from Ashai has returned with two more eggs, we now have four that could be hatched, three keepers have already volunteered. We lost many ships and sailors to the storms on the voyage to and from Ashai. Let me ride my brother, let me fly to Ashai-”

“No-”

“I will never be Queen, mother!” Rhaella snapped, approaching a shocked Daenerys “you carry a son inside you and I am happy for you, I am…” she nervously glanced at Jon Snow who had entered the hall, looking back at her mother “but the second he is born, I will be cast aside. As Rhaenyra was over 300 years ago.”

“A son would never replace you as heir!”

“Viserys Targaryen the first said so as well, yet his son was crowned when he died and a civil war broke out and destroyed our house and who we were-”

“You will ascend the throne while I live!”

“You can’t-... wait-... what?”

“You will ascend before I die, Rhaella” Daenerys admitted softly, getting up from the Iron Chair, Rhaella helping her briefly before standing back again, looking up at her mother in shock. “But-... tradition-”

“Traditions have changed, my little dragon. There are now women at the citadel and in the Queensgarde. Lady Brienne is the commander of the Queensgarde and has been training you for years now, and you have been allowed into the Maester’s Citadel more than once. You will become queen of the Seven Kingdoms and Essos, no son of mine will ever change that, nor no daughter of mine will… Grand-Maester Ricardo says your dragon dreams have become less aggressive?”

“Yes…”

“I know, My night’s sky” she whispered, Rhaella looking up at her with wide eyes. She hadn’t called her that in so long. “I know you worry for the realm, that is why I know you will be a good Queen. Over 300 years ago the realm couldn’t imagine a queen on the throne but now they have lived under a queen sitting on the Iron Throne. You are my daughter and heir, and you will sit on this throne before long. You are a Targaryen, with fire and blood you will take what is yours, do you understand?” Daenerys asked softly, Rhaella studying her before nodding, looking down “I think so” she muttered, Daenerys giving her a warm smile, stretching out her hand and Rhaella approached, glancing at Jon before looking back at her mother. “Soon you will turn six-and-ten,” she began, turning to look at Jon who stepped forward, untying the sword from around his waist, presenting it to Rhaella who frowned in confusion, “this is an early name-day present. Though it has always been yours” she stated softly, Rhaella hesitatingly taking the sheathed weapon, un-sheathing it to reveal the sword she had been promised since she could barely understand words. Dark Sister. The sword that was thought lost in the Blackfyre rebellion, carried by Daenerys’ brother and kept safe for the day that Rhaella was old enough to wield it properly. Which she was now. Rhaella stared at it in awe, Jon momentarily taking the sheath so Rhaella could admire the sword properly, Jon and Daenerys sharing a brief glance of joy before looking back at Rhaella. She ran her finger along the surface of the blade, completely enamored with the weapon, admiring the way the steel reflected the light “it’s beautiful…” she murmured in awe, turning to look at her mother who smirked a little “you will need it, when you sit upon this throne. You cannot rule from the back of a dragon, Rhaella” Daenerys warned, Rhaella looking down before sighing softly, handing the sword back to Jon who put it in it’s sheath before handing it to her, Rhaella hesitantly taking it. “When the new eggs hatch… then I’ll accept the throne, but not before then… until then, I have a duty” her words made Daenerys frown a little, Rhaella smirking at her “it was once tradition that a dragon egg be placed in the crib of a Targaryen, wasn’t it? I have to pick one of the four” Rhaella stated casually, strapping on her new sword, nodding to Jon before leaving, meeting Ezzo at the doors, the Dothraki Screamer picking up the pace and walking alongside her. “Well?”

“I am to marry soon” Rhaella admitted bitterly, Ezzo smirking a little “I could always cut off the cock of your suitor? They can’t marry you if they don’t have a cock” he admitted quietly, Rhaella playfully glaring at him before shoving his shoulder with amusement “don’t tempt me. We’re going to the dragon pit, it was once tradition that a dragon egg be placed in the crib of a Targaryen… I want to revive that. We have four new eggs and the Maesters and keepers are all certain they could hatch” Rhaella explained, Ezzo nodding, following after her to the dragon pit, which he secretly adored, watching those magnificent beasts, how gentle they were with the princess, especially Raemor. He had witnessed how difficult that dragon was to control, the fire it spewed from it’s mouth at any command that was not given by the princess, it made him smirk to think of it, thinking of how too many to count had tried to command the beast and lost their lives and flesh all at once, yet with her it almost purred like a satisfied cat that had just had it’s fill of warm milk, it’s eyes closing in delight at her mere presence.

#The Dragon's Daughter #Rhaella Targaryen #Daenerys #Daenerys Targaryen #Daenerys Stormborn #GoT #Game of Thrones #GoT fic #Game of Thrones fanfic #Daenerys x OC #Mother!Daenerys #Daenerys x Rhaella

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lunar-pine-pokemon · 3 months

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So a weird app appeared on my phone today... it is apparently related to Persona stuff and I'm just TmT. And now it is glowing so yeah...

Why does weird stuff keep happening to me TmT

#the dragon's daughter #a persona adventure #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokemon #pkmn irl #pkmn rp #pokeblog rp #pokeblr #pokeblog roleplay #luna posting

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l1-b1 · 9 months

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I Wonder if they ever got to properly reunite after seabound, let alone after the merge

#okay im gonna be honest i completely forgot maya got to see nya alive and well in crystalized lmao that part is on me #but lets pretend that maya barely got to see her and nya barely saw her as well then the merge happens and YEARS pass by before #they finally reunite and maya gets to see her daughter being alive and well and all grown up #Lego ninjago #ninjago fanart #Lego ninjago fanart #ninjago nya #Dragons Rising #Lego ninjago Dragons rising #ninjago dragons rising #nya jiang #nya smith #maya jiang #fanart #ninjago maya #ninjago

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eraenaa · 3 months

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Stereotypical (Demi-God AU)

Aemond, Son of Ares x Reader, Daughter of Aphrodite

Synopsis: The daughter of Aphrodite falls for one of the sons of Ares— the second coming of their parents.

Warnings: Mature, 18+, Dry Humping, Semi-Public Relations, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2, 720

It’s stereotypical, you were aware—a whole cliche. But what were you to do when you realized that you were growing attracted to one of the sons of your mother’s past paramours? It did not help that he was the strongest fighter in camp— the most mysterious and illusive Demi-God there. You watch him by the benches whilst you sit and chat with one of the daughters of the Goddess Demeter, Helaena. “You’re staring at him again,” She teased as her fingers twirled the stem of a dandelion whose buds she blew away. You rolled your eyes and shifted your gaze, denying the accusation. “Just speak to him; I’m sure he won’t be as standoffish as he seems.” Helaena hummed, but you shook your head.

“What are you two talking about?” Aegon, the son of Dionysus, appeared, seemingly intoxicated, even though wine was banned from camp. “No— let me guess,” he quickly said. “I’m guessing… the brooding swordsman? Hm?” He asked you, and you felt color bloom on your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You groaned and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear in frustration. “I do not understand! They… usually fall at my feet, trying to get my attention! But not him,” You complained, making Aegon and Helaena smile in amusement at the expense of your irritation. “Whatever, I’m going for a walk,” You grumbled and stood, trying hard not to let your gaze fly over to Aemond, who trained with a sword.

You find yourself in the woods, threading closer to the lake where you often stare at your reflection in the water. You took in a deep breath and stared at your face blessed by your mother— the prettiest girl in camp, they say. You attracted all sorts of attention, good and bad, but the only attention you wanted was never bestowed upon you. He denied you of his lone gaze. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?” You hear a voice ask. You sighed and cast your gaze upward, landing on Jacaerys, son of Hephaestus. “Hello, Jacaerys,” You say politely.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked, dark eyes hopeful. “I… I’d actually prefer to be alone right now,” You reasoned. Watching his face drop. You sigh; if only Aemond were this excited to be in your presence. “Oh,” Jacaerys said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “I’ll see you at dinner, Jace,” You give him a fleeting smile, and you thank the gods that he actually took the hint and left. You returned to stare at yourself, trying to define which aspect you could improve upon, highlighting them in hopes that it would catch the attention of one of the sons of the God of War.

“What are you doing?” A different voice asked, a reflection joining yours on the surface of the water. You yelped and backed away in surprise. “Gods, Aemond,” You said as he finally cast his eye upon you. “What were you doing?” He asked once again, leading out his hand to assist you to stand. “Staring at myself,” You mumbled, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as he caught you. You hear him scoff, “Of course,” He said and let go of your hand that tingled from touching his. “Best you be reminded by the fate of Narcissus,” Aemond stated. You bit back your tongue; this is what you wanted. He was speaking to you— his attention on you, but now it came; why were you frozen as if you had gazed at Medusa?

“Do you not have to train?” You asked Aemond as you perched yourself upon a log near the river banks. You watch him take a pebble into his fingers, skipping it on the water. “I’ve just finished,” he said and moved to take a seat next to you. You took your lower lip between your teeth as you felt your shoulders brush, the heat of him reaching you. “What do you think we’re doing here?” You suddenly ask as both of you stare off into the orange sun that reflects on the lake. “What do you mean? We’re here to train. We’re here for protection from the outside world.” Aemond stated the obvious, but you shook your head. “Train for what?” You asked, “A war.”

“Is there one?” Your eyes locked upon his. “I… I just do not understand why I was brought here,” You confessed as you saw the confusion in his lilac orb. “They say the world of mortals was filled with danger— but mine wasn’t. I was living comfortably— I do not understand why my mother had summoned me if I am not to do anything here,”

“The gods have a purpose in every action they make— even if we do not understand it,” You hummed at his statement. “Do you truly believe that?” Aemond looked at you with a question once more. “I just… feel like we’re pawns being played here— born to do their bidding. We make the sacrifices; they get the glory. I just think that the minuscule scrap of recognition they throw is not at all worth it.” You saw a smirk rising to his lips despite the seriousness you posed. “What?” Aemond shakes his head; you feel him inch his way closer to you. “My sister seems to think that you’re filled with air in that pretty little head of yours,” You blinked at his statement; should you be offended or flattered?

“And do you agree?” You ask, fearing for his statement. Aemond hummed, gazing at your face. It was the first time in your life that you felt insecure under someone’s gaze— the first time you felt fear that someone might not think you agreeable and comely. “I agree with her when she said that you were pretty… very pretty,” You bit your cheeks as his eyes flew to your blushed cheeks and then ever so quickly to your lips. “But, no, she was completely mistaken to underestimate you,” You feel your lips twitch, catching Aemond’s attention. You inch towards him, your desires swirling with your assumptions. Aemond stayed rooted where he sat; he did not lean in, nor did he pull away. When your nose brushed, you hear him take in a harsh breath. “We should head back,” he said and pulled away, leaving you confused and overly embarrassed and rejected.

You were so close— you took the courage to move first. It was all Aemond wanted— all that he had dreamed of. All his offerings to the gods were for this moment, which was why he was greatly disappointed and infuriated with himself when he backed away and left like a coward. It was too much— it was so much more than he could handle. Ever since you’ve arrived at camp, all he did was try and keep your attention on him. He trained day and night, purposefully choosing grounds where you would pass by. He would relish with each moment that he would feel your gaze upon him. Watching intently as he would fight and show off his skill, hoping that it would impress you. Knowing that it was how his father had caught the attention of your mother.

Aemond’s eye would fly to you during dinner, you sitting with your brothers and sisters. There was no smile on your lips, unlike the previous nights; you sat limply and played with your food, your cheek resting on your palm as a pout formed itself on your luscious lips. What had he done? How could he subject the most beautiful girl his eye has ever seen to such a sullen state? Aemond dug his nails into his palms. You were the daughter of beauty and love, and he was the son of war and strife. He did not deserve anything so precious and delicate as you. He could only offer you ruin and struggle. The thought of bringing you conflict only fortified his decision to back away. To instead protect you from afar— to relinquish his desires to be with you, to hold you, kidding himself that gazing at you was enough. That simply looking at you had to be enough.

Days passed as both you and Aemond avoided each other. You, embarrassed by your wanting actions and him, controlling himself from giving in to his desires. You no longer watched as he would impressively train with the sword, and he would no longer silently trail you wherever you went. Aemond only picked specific moments to follow you and made certain that no danger would find you— even though the two of you were in the safety of camp where no danger could reach, Aemond was just simply cautious.

You traded the lake for the beach. Walking alone on the sanded path, the moonlight shining bright atop the water. Your mind consistently loops your foolish actions, making you cringe at yourself. You called for your mother the other night, trying to find guidance or perhaps comfort, as rejection did not sit well with you. The thought of someone not falling for your charms when everyone so easily did, scared you. She ignored your offerings and pleas, leaving you to face your confusion and fears by yourself, only solidifying your beliefs that you and all the children in this camp were simply pawns by the gods. Expected to answer their call when it first rings whilst they constantly ignore yours.

You sighed heavily, staring off into the sea where your mother was born. Stepping foot into the water, you tried to connect with the woman who disrupted your peaceful, mortal life only to bring you here and ignore you. You took deep breaths, walking deeper into the water, not caring that you were still clothed as you submerged yourself in the sea. Aemond watched by the shore, battling with himself if he should follow. When you disappeared under the water, with each passing second, you did not emerge; it only put forth fear in the bravest demi-god in camp.

Aemond shook his head and ran to the sea, diving to where you disappeared only to catch you resurface, shocked as you realized his presence had joined you. “Aemond,” You breathed out, wiping away the salt water from your eyes, the boy holding your arm, the waves pushing him closer to you. “What… what were you doing?” He asked, concern lacing his deep, silky voice. “I wanted to swim,” You reasoned, hoping that the water would clean you from embarrassment and shame. You feel his eye grow downward, looking at the clothes you fashioned. “In your night dress?” He asked, the silk fabric thin, the cool water clinging to your body. “It was a spontaneous decision,” You mumbled, your gaze shifting away from him as your cheeks heated. The both of you floating in the sea.

“Why are you here?” you asked, realizing that he had gone in the water, fully clothed as well. You met his eye, the sapphire orb shifting around. His thin, pink lips parted as he tried to find a reason. “I… I—“ You bit your lip, as you had never seen him so flustered. The most fearsome son of Ares is at a loss for words when faced with the prettiest daughter of Aphrodite.

Aemond stayed silent, only the crashing of waves reaching your ears. It took a while for the both of you to realize that you floated in each other’s arms— the past events of the other day returning to your mind, both making you conscious. “I’m sorry about the other day,” You whispered as you saw it best to address your actions in order for the both of you to forget it and your mind to free you from the torment of your idiotic presumption. “It was wrong for me to assume… I have misread your intentions and made you uncomfortable; I apologize.” You say sincerely.

You hear Aemond sigh, the waves pushing your bodies closer together, his breath fanning your face, your scent invading his senses. “You did not misread anything,” He admitted. Making your brows furrow. “I… I wanted you to kiss me, wished for it for a while now.” He confessed with a small smile, trying to lighten the tense air with his rare but charming smile. “Oh,” was all you could say as you tried to comprehend his words. “Then why… “ you trailed as you had trouble wording out what had transpired in the lake. Aemond sighed, and you stilled as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, flushing your bodies together as the both of you floated. The moonlight lighted your face, illuminating his silver hair as well as your milky skin. “I got scared,” He admitted, daring to cup your cheek. Your skin was soft against his calloused palm.

“You? Got scared? The favored son of the god of war got scared by the prospect of a kiss?” You asked in confusion, resting your hands on his shoulders. You hear him let out a small chuckle. “I was only frightened because it was you who I would be kissing,” He stated, caressing your cheek. “The most beautiful girl I was ever blessed to see… now, I hope you’d understand why I panicked,” Aemond smiled as the blush on your cheeks deepened. You set your gaze downward, staring at the water that sparkled under the silver light. Your heart stilled when you felt Aemond place a finger under your chin to raise your gaze once more, finally having the courage to place his lips against yours.

Aemond wanted to be slow and cautious, to not frighten or pressure you to succumb to all his desires. But as a sigh left your throat when your lips finally met, all restraint he had disappeared. Pulling you impossibly closer to him, making you wrap your legs around him, letting your arms cling to him. Deepening your kiss, his tongue asked for entrance, which you were hesitant to give but relished the feeling when you did. Aemond’s chest rumbled with a sound as you accidentally nipped his lip, enjoying your mistake that only fueled his desires further.

You pulled away from him, suddenly feeling cautious as the both of you were being so intimate in such an open space where anyone could see. You tried to speak reason, to speak caution that the both of you may be caught, but as Aemond placed his lips on your neck, kissing it and leaving his marks, you no longer had the capacity to speak. Pleasure freezing your mind at the new sensation. Aemond hummed as he heard your heavy breathing, your sweet taste mixing with the salted water as he indulged in the feel of your skin. Aemond closed his eye tightly as you, who had your legs wrapped around his torso started to move your hips. Squirming as you felt urgency for something you were yet to know consuming you.

Aemond’s hand moved downwards from your waist to your bottom, cupping them and aiding your movements that sought for friction. You let go of a shaky breath against his lips, your eyes looking deeply at his sapphire eye that turned dark and glazed with deeper desires and restraint. “Aemond,” You whimpered, filled with anticipation of what was to come. You ground your hips further, making him utter a foul word and turn his head to the heavens. Aemond moved one hand to cup your cheek, bringing you closer to kiss your lips once more. “I… I— Aemond,” was all you could utter as you were uncertain what the sensation was building inside you. It was sharp and urgent and pleasurable— an odd mix. “Are you to come, my pretty girl? Hm?” Aemond gritted as his hips met yours. He bent his head down and placed a kiss atop your chest; his head felt light at the whimpers of his name that your mouth spewed.

“Aemond!” You shrieked as all finally fell, your body feeling alight as you came at the sensation of riding against the boy you had desired for long. Aemond gritted out your name as he, too, came, spilling himself in his trousers. You hummed as he kissed you again, tasting him and the sea that was witness to your desires and pleasures being fed.

Sequel: Jealousy, Jealousy

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