A Turn Of Events

A turn of events

Fandom: HOTD (House of the Dragon)

Summary: What if Alicent was not the only one to defend Aemond the night he lost his eye? Would justice be served?

Pairing: None

Warnings: Toxic family dynamics, brief mentions of injury, grammatical and spelling errors

Italics = Valyrian

Masterlist

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Aemond had never known such pain before. While cruel, Aegon’s torment took the form of barbed jibes and constant humiliation, and his father’s neglect had started to lose the sting it once had. 

No, the pain of losing an eye was wholly unfamiliar to him. 

The whole of Viserys’ court regarded him with their breaths held as the maester tried to salvage what he could. His skin was stretched, patched together by a ragged thread in an uneven line across the plains of his face. Still, he could barely feel the needle plunging through the blooded flaps for the aching gap in his soul was at last filled. 

The Queen of Dragons lingered in the edges of his mind. Warm, flickering flames of affection so unfamiliar to him that he had flinched away from her touch. 

So focused on his dragon as he was, he could almost forget about the pack of bastards whimpering for their mother at the front of the enemy lines. Lucerys, the youngest, hadn’t stopped sniveling once. Red blotchy cheeks and snot dripping down the collar of his tunic, he cried for Rhaenyra, but where amusement  would have once filled him at such a sight he felt only hatred. He would never be whole again, but Lucerys would be swept up and cradled into his half-sister’s bosom, his pitiful cries muffled and wayward hairs smoothed by an affectionate hand. 

Aemond turned his one remaining eye to the fire to his left. His own lady mother stood frozen by the maester’s side. She had gasped with horror when he had been carried into the hall and the wide frenzied look had not left her eyes since. 

Eyes. 

Eye. 

One-eyed. 

How strange that he would now have to make such a distinction. Had the maester not pulled at his skin with reckless abandon he would have scoffed. But as such, a low whimper was pulled from the back of his throat though he tried to hide it from the onlookers. 

Vultures searching for any sign of weakness in him. Any advantage with which they could claw their way up the ladder. Even in his state he was worth more than any two-eyed lord of a lesser house. 

He thought of the sweet maid who often brought him an extra sweet roll when word of Aegon’s pranks reached even that corner of the Keep. He imagined that luxury was a thing of the past for he could not imagine she would look at him with anything but fear, horror and pity. 

Pity. 

Perhaps he would receive two extra sweets instead so that she would not have to look at him. A fair deal, he thought, for he imagined he would not be able to look at her either and see that the previous softness had been replaced with something so familiar. 

“A shame.” A velvety voice cooed from the shadows of the hall. “It seems that in my absence your guards have grown… incompetent, brother.” 

“Sister.” His father sighed. “I-”

“Let me look.” The voice was much closer now. 

Soft, calloused hands cupped his jaw before she turned his face. He wanted to avert his eye, to hide the shame that now marred his face. 

“Hm.” She hummed. Eyes the same color as his regarded him carefully. “How does it feel, zaldritsos, to be the bonded of one such as she.”

“Beyond words,” he muttered in the common tongue so that his mother might also be included. He felt her eyes burning into the side of his head, the one not sullied by his blood. He had not seen her move. 

“Speak to me in the language of dragons or speak not at all.” She said. “With Vhagar there shall be no half-measures. You are either a dragon or not. So decide, sweet one.”

“Mother-”

“Will never understand. Is it not with coldness that she has regarded our heritage. All symbols torn from our home to be replaced with lies. She does not possess the fire it takes to raise a dragon. Is it not I who have taught you all you know?” His aunt got up from her kneeled position. “Is it not I who taught you history? Our language? Our philosophy? Is it not I who have dried your tears and soothed your worries?”

Even though his mother could not understand the hissed words, he ducked his head to avoid looking at her as he forced out a soft “it is”. The softness he found on her face chased away some of the shame that hung heavy in him. 

It was true that all that which he excelled in, the very things he had found himself in– defined himself by – were subjects she had taught him. Her knowledge was the pillars of his entire being. He found comfort in the books she gifted him from whatever corner of the world she and Daemon had found themselves in, and in her absence he would sleep on one of the blankets from her room; one he would return when whispers of her return reached him so that she may leave her scent on it again to carry him over when her brother inevitably whisked her away again. 

What of him was his Mother? 

His faith. The Seven. That was her. When Aemond thought of it his mother his mind conjured the image of the seven pointed star. Where did the faith end and his mother start? Time had blurred them together. She would beam at him when he recited a verse or prayer right, and scowl before leaving him to the mercy of the cruel Septa when he got it wrong. 

But she was warm, his mother, and she stayed, whereas his aunt did not. His aunt could not protect him from Aegon’s cruelty, but his mother would kiss his wounds and hold his face against her as he sobbed. 

His aunt gave him a smile as she smoothed his hair back from his bruised face. 

She did not shy away from looking at him, but fire burned in her eyes as she did. A small part of him wanted her to turn back to him when she turned away to speak to her twin, one that still cared for his nephews. But Lucerys had cut out that small part of him along with his eye – carved out the pieces of him that were not dragon, the part of him that was Hightower. And so he turned his eye to look at his tormentor with a kind of bravery he had never shown them before. 

“Rhaenyra,” she called out to his sister whilst ignoring his father’s harsh whisper of her name, “niece.”

“Aunt.” Rhaenyra's voice shook as she brought Lucerys further into the folds of her skirt, if that was even possible, Aemond mused, for the pup’s face had long since disappeared in the black. 

“Hm. I had not thought you to raise cowards,” his aunt raised a brow, “will Lucerys not look me in the eye when we discuss his punishment?”

“Punishment?” Echoed Rhaenyra with a scowl. “They were defending themselves against vile slanders.”

“Perhaps.” 

“It is treason-”

“To attack a member of the royal family. Yes. Though what is one to do when one member of the family attacks another? An eye for an eye will leave us all blind, and tis a small comfort to a suffering soul.”

Rhaenyra’s beautiful face twisted into an ugly scowl. “Father, this is ludicrous. He levied vile insults against my sons.” 

His aunt was not deterred by her niece dragging his father, the king, back into the conversation he so desperately sought to avoid. Coward. 

“Yes, Viserys,” she put an emphasis on his name, “the pup cut out your son’s eye. Have you nothing to say? I have insulted you many times and yet here I stand with two eyes. Is it not a greater crime to call the king a bastard? Bastard. Will you take my eye? Come, come, brother, there is a knife right there.”

“This is insanity!” Viserys barked, an angry blush crawling up his neck. 

Aemond had plenty of heroes growing up, a new one for every book he read, but he had never admired them (or anyone else) as he did his aunt in that moment. It was an unfamiliar feeling to have someone defy the king for him, though he wished she did not offer her eye to him. He would not have her suffer. 

“Yes! Yes it is! And yet you sat and said nothing. Look at him. I said look at him! Damnit, Viserys, look!” 

His aunt dragged his father over to where he sat and forced him to the floor. The guards who came to help him were held in place by Daemon, a man he had never thought would stand on his side of the line. 

“Look at your son.” 

His father’s eyes met his, 

for the first time in years the two locked eyes. 

He waited for the realization to show in his eyes, but he saw nothing but his own reflection in the vast blue of his father’s eyes. He would throw himself in them if that meant he would show him but a sliver of understanding, even a word to acknowledge that he had been wrong. But Aemond knew that he would only drown. 

And his father wouldn’t care. 

Seconds ticked by and his aunt’s grip on the scarce strands of his father’s hair tightened to the point that some of them remained twisted around her fingers even when she let go. 

But his father never spoke. 

He looked, 

but he didn’t see. 

His father had two eyes and yet he was blind. 

“Pathetic,” his aunt whispered before letting go of her brother. “I see now where the weakness in them came from. No matter. I will fix this.” 

The sight of Viserys forced onto his knees jarred his mother. 

“Enough of this.” She protested. “My son has been maimed and her son is responsible. I demand there be justice. Viserys, he’s your son!”

"Your son-"

"Rhaenyra, look at him," Alicent directly acknowledged his sister for the first time that night, pleading with her. "What if it was Lucerys sitting in this chair, would you not demand his attacker be punished?" His mother's hand scratched at the skin over her heart, head shaking. "This isn't right. All this over some training yard insults? Lucerys cut out his eye! He meant to kill my son. This isn't- This is too- Rhaenyra you must see reason, for... for me."

Rhaenyra's face softened but her words did not. "No, step-mother," she spit out the word, malice coating her voice, "what Aemond said is treason. It is a regretful accident, but Lucerys had every right-"

Every right.

The words echoed in his head.

Every right. Every right.

His fault. His fault. His fault.

“This infighting must cease. We are a family-” Viserys groaned, hands clutching his head. 

“You are a coward, Viserys.” His aunt shook her head just as his mother found her voice again, 

“No amount of goodwill or false apologies will make him whole again. His eye is forever lost. Viserys, please. He’s your son.” 

Aemond had not ever heard his mother beg before. She would ask and his father would say no and that would be the end of the matter, but not now. His mother did not back down. Her back straightened and a snarl twisted her face. 

He felt unworthy of her protection. 

But his father turned away.

Away from him.

Away from his mother.

Alicent wiped at the wetness under her eyes, her shoulders slumped in defeat, but a fire worthy of her husband's name burned inside her. She no longer glanced at his sister with despair, with utter heartbreak, but with contempt, disgust even. “Very well. If the king will not have justice then the Queen will. I will have Lucerys’ eye in return. Ser Criston-”

The Knight moved through the lines of shiny armor, but then, 

chaos. 

Everyone shouted and crowded together. In waves they shouted with outrage and horror. Aemond closed his one remaining eye with a whimper stuck in his throat. Goblets were being thrown, doors slammed both open and shut until every noise blended together into one.

His father shouted but it was lost in the endless ‘mother!’, ‘no!’, ‘Alicent!’. 

Until, 

“Shut up!” 

Common tongue, 

his aunt shouted in the common tongue. 

The room fell quiet. Aemond heard a rat scutter across the floor. 

“Alicent,” his aunt whispered and placed a… soft hand on his mother’s arm. She leant down and whispered something in the other woman’s ear, to which his mother nodded, the tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally started to fall down her pale cheeks. 

Aemond hated seeing her cry. 

It was his fault. 

If only he had kept his mouth shut. 

His aunt had never spoken to Alicent in the common tongue before, but now she looked at his mother with a new… softness in her eyes. Almost as if she was impressed. 

It was not only him that saw a different side to his devout mother that night. 

He wondered what his aunt said to his mother. Reassurances? Condolences?

He was useless now. He would never be the knight he had dreamt of. He would never be able to protect his family like he had sworn before the gods. 

He would be cast out of the light of the gods.

Cursed. 

One-eyed. 

Ruined. 

No maiden would look at him now. 

His mother would always be alone. 

“When Daemon and I… misbehaved,” a curl of her lips, “we would be sent away from King’s Landing. Banished indefinitely. Alicent is… right. There needs to be a punishment. Aemond has been wronged. Ah, ah, Rhaenyra.” His aunt tutted. “I am showing you kindness, dear niece. Lucerys… Velaryon will be stripped of his titles and is forbidden from leaving Dragonstone until the Queen deems differently, so that he may think about what he has done.” 

“Father, surely-” 

“Viserys is not in the right of mind to decide such things,” his aunt interjected. “There has to be consequences, Rhaenyra. Lucerys brought a knife and cut out his uncle’s eye. He cannot go unpunished.”

“I see your blood runs green now.” 

His aunt snorted. “Dragons do not bleed. Lucerys will not return to King’s Landing.”

“And what of him? Will his crimes be swept under the rug so that the Hightowers can snake even further into the cracks in our house?”

“Hardly.” 

Aemond’s blood turned to ice.  

He tried to catch her eye, and he wished that his voice would work so that he could protest. 

He needed to say something. 

She wouldn’t turn against him, would she?

His mother bristled, ready to raise hell. 

The King still avoided looking at any of them, surrounded by his entourage of Maesters who fussed over him. 

“Aemond will be studying under the tutelage of the Martells so that he may unlearn his… hatred, until the Prince is satisfied with his progress.” 

He sunk into his chair. 

Is this what justice felt like? 

It was a small balm to his wounds, like a cloth swept over a missing limb so as to hide it. Yet he knew his aunt had demanded what she could. She was not to blame for the King's blindness.

It was enough for now.

Rhaenyra’s angry huff, the slamming of a door and his mother’s hurried steps rushing after her childhood friend, fell into the background of the warmth that spread in him. He hardly noticed as the room emptied until it was only he, the Maester and the twins left. 

“Hm.” Daemon spoke for the first time that night. His eyes didn’t stray from his stitched up wound. “Perhaps there is more dragon than hightower in you after all.” 

Aemond ducked his head. He did not know how to react to his words. Was it praise? 

He didn’t know, and he didn’t care. 

He may have lost an eye but he gained two more, and together they would learn to unleash fire and blood on their enemies. 

“I love it,” it was the excitement in your voice that brought the most comfort to Corlys nowadays. He had more coin than he knew what to do with but he had found it’s purpose the first time he had gifted you a simple pendant. The pleasure on your face had blindsided him but it had started a fire deep within him. The pendant itself wasn’t even that impressive if he was being honest but you had acted like Corlys had given you the world.

Corlys had always loved to spend his well earned coin but his family had long set limits on the level of gifts they’d accept from him. To see you so delighted by something so simple, an afterthought honestly, had shocked him. But it had also given him someone that was willing to accept anything he’d give them, no matter the cost.

He would never admit it to anyone but he might have gone a bit overboard with it. In fact, you had been given new rooms to live in because of how many items Corlys had sent to you. There was hardly a day where he wasn’t draping a new dress on you or wrapping a custom necklace around your neck. Rhaenys had been a big help in selecting pieces that would suit you. She had only given him a deep sigh and a small shake of her head when she had first caught him sneaking dressmakers into your rooms, but she had quickly dismissed several for low quality work or fabrics.

Since you’d left your home and relocated to Driftmark, there wasn’t a day where you had repeated an outfit so large was your wardrobe and with how fast Corlys gave you something new.

You might have hesitated in accepting his generosity but the look in his eye the first time you took too long in taking the gift from his hands wasn’t something you wanted sent your way again, the chill of it reminiscent of the depths of the oceans he commanded. It was far easier to go with the flow and to weather the storm when it eventually came.

If it ever came. You weren’t sure that it would, to be honest. Corlys had long soared past the level of proprietary you had expected from his gifts but the most reaction you’d gotten was an approving nod and a pointed suggestion of what to wear that evening from Princess Rhaenys. You figured that as long as you still had her approval, there was minimal harm being done. The worst of it was the fact that almost none of the gifts were in your house colors, instead being dominated by the various shades of blue of the Velaryans.

That day had started when Princess Rhaenys had swept into your room with a group of handmaidens who had been carrying a new dress made in the image of the crashing waves, light blue and flowing with white cresting on the edges. It had taken your breath away when you first saw it and the way it looked on you…

Rhaenys had barely finished plaiting your hair in her preferred style when Corlys strode into your room, a smug smile curling into the small curve of his face when he laid eyes on you. He had carried with him a large box filled with new jewelry for you, unsurprisingly matching the dress. Dripping with sapphires and pearls from your neck to wrists and fingers down to the tips of your toes and the arches of your anklets slowly placed on you by large and calloused hands, you were sure everything you now cost more than entire regions of the kingdom saw in a year.

“You look a dream, my dear,” the married couple loomed over you, approval and something darker lingering in their eyes, a well matched pair.

“I don’t know how I could ever thank you for such gifts and generosity my Lord, Princess,” it was easy enough to lean into the warmth they brought with them, Corlys’ hands still placed heavy on your uncovered shoulders.

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about it,” his voice was so deep and smooth that you forgot the worries that had been building in your head. Instead, you readily accepted their hands to help you stand where you were escorted between them to head to the morning meal, the idle chatting blinding you to the looks they shared over your head.

The Second Queen (ch.1)

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!reader

Summary: 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚊e𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎

Warning:: 𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚜𝚝, 𝚁𝚑𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚢𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛(?)

A/n: English is not my first language, there may be grammar problems, so...read at your own risk.

Everyone knows that Daemon Targaryen is crazy about his niece! Everyone can see that!

But is he looking at her right now? Noooo, he's looking at another flower that just appeared within the walls of this castle. Young Y/n Hightower walked around the courtyard and didn't know where to put herself. Alicent was standing next to the king, and the girl was not well acquainted with Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra had changed a lot, and she didn't want to get in her face.

Daemon watched the girl's tossing carefully, he wasn't listening to what his brother was telling him. He wanted to laugh heartily, watching the sweet and funny Y/n. She had always been like that. He remembered that. She hid behind her older sister, acting quiet and demure. But it seemed to Daemon that there was more to it than that. The girl was clearly hiding something inside herself.

"The weather is wonderful today," Daemon decided to walk over and speak to Y/n.

"Oh my prince!" she perked up "You're right, it is very warm today and I'm glad of it."

"Do you like warm weather?" The man walked past her, sitting down at the table and taking a goblet of wine in his hands.

"I love it! When the cold weather comes, I feel like I'm withering like flowers in a royal garden. I get so sad." the girl said and took the goblet of wine as well.

Daemon liked the way she spoke. Easy and casual. No playfulness, no fear, no vulgarity. Calm, outgoing, smiling. Daemon wondered how Otto could have such a beautiful daughter. The man wondered, if they married and had a daughter, was she just like her mum, or just like her dad?

Daemon grinned to himself again. He thinks like a fourteen-year-old boy who has fallen in love with the first girl .

The lords who saw the young Lady Hightower and Prince Daemon chatting involuntarily cast a glance at Princess Rhaenyra, who sat off to the side, bored. She occasionally cast her glance at her uncle, but her face expressed nothing.

"Look Daemon, it's the irises, they're so amazing," the girl ran around the garden dragging the prince behind her.

Daemon only smiled and followed the little lady.

"Does my lady like flowers? Which ones do you like best?" asked Daemon squatting down next to the girl.

"I like n/f," replied Y/n simply and quickly.

They moved over to a tree and sat under its crowns. Y/n told the prince about her day, occasionally distracted by the maids passing by. Damon only smiled.

"kepus!" came a voice from somewhere in the distance.

Princess Rhaenyra was approaching the pair. With a slightly annoyed mood. She hadn't reacted to her uncle's attitude towards the younger Lady Hightower, because she knew he would soon get bored of her. But it had been a week now, and her uncle had not visited her once.

"Princess," the Lady immediately stood up and bowed her head.

"Lady Hightower, shouldn't you be with the queen and serving her?" Rhaenyra immediately decided to point out the girl's place, for her place was next to traitors and liars.

Lady Y/n was dumbfounded at such a harsh behaviour of the princess, but what the girl definitely did not like was people who stick their noses where they are not asked. Clenching her fists, Y/n grinned:

"Princess, I'm not a servant. My sister has enough of them. My job is to enjoy my life and look for a potential suitor," the lady replied.

Rhaenyra blushed, coughed and looked at her uncle. There's that dreamy look again, but he's not looking at her, he's looking at the girl who first bared her teeth.

"Ao didn't visit nyke, uncle. Gōntan mirros massigon? ao promised nyke iā kipagon va se zaldrīzoti!" Rhaenyra pouted, feigning innocence (You didn't visit me uncle. Has something happened? You promised me a ride on the dragons!)

"Iksan mirrī busy bisa week. Ivestragī's gaomagon ziry another jēda, Rhaenyra," the man replied (I'm a bit busy this week. Let's do it another time Rhaenyra).

Rhaenyra was a little taken aback. She was about to hit the young Lady Hightower with her shoulder, but surprisingly the girl managed to dodge, causing Rhaenyra to trip over the hem of her dress. She didn't fall, but her ears lit up even more with shame.

"My lady, would you care to dine with me?" asked Daemon.

"My pleasure!" pronounced Y/n.

They began to walk slowly towards the castle, they were in no hurry, they had all the time in the world.

"You know Daemon, I dream of riding a dragon with you too," the girl said quietly, she turned to the measuring man and smiled at him, walking forwards.

Damon smiled even wider.

Y/n didn't realise how she'd ended up in that position.

She and Daemon had just decided to read a book about the Ancient Kings.

It all started when Daemon decided to play a prank and as soon as the book started to get interesting he just slammed it shut and lifted it up, and of course Y/n tried to get it. She jumped up so hard and pushed off Daemon's arm that he didn't keep his balance and fell off the chair. And Lady found herself in his lap.

"Gotcha!" exclaimed the girl joyfully, and made herself comfortable on his lap. "You've thrown me off my reading, now I won't be able to find the moment!" whimpered Y/n and turned away from Daemon, showing her back.

"Please forgive me, but you were so sweet, lady, I just couldn't help myself," Daemon frivolously hugged the girl from behind and rested his forehead on her shoulder.

"I wonder if there's ever been one king who loved his wife so much that he was willing to die for her? Reading all these stories, no one narrates the relationship of the royal consorts. And if they do, it's cheating, strife and jealousy. It's not even pleasant to read," the girl turned the page.

"I wish I could use my brother as an example, but..." Daemon rested his chin on the lady's shoulder.

"Yes.... if you were king, who would you want to choose as your wife?" the girl asked.

"What is it, little flower? You want to be my wife," smirked the man.

"Maybe. But then I'd want to be the only woman in your life. And if I found out you kept going to Silk Street...but I'd treat you to manhood and turn the brothel into a bloodbath," the girl smiled and turned to the surprised man.

All Daemon could do was close and open his mouth.

"Oh, what am I...so what's up with Aegon the Conqueror?" the girl changed the subject and sat down on the soft sofa next to the man.

And so for a month Prince Daemon and Lady Y/n danced between each other. It was already clear to the whole council and the king that the prince was very warm to the girl. So rumours of the wedding had already spread far beyond the Royal Lands.

Y/n walked around in high spirits as everything she had planned began to come true.

"Sister!" came Alicent's voice from the empty corridor.

"My queen," the lady bowed respectfully, preparing to listen to a lecture from her older sister.

"The rumours are growing. You must not see Prince Daemon. Father is furious, I'm amazed that he's holding back from screaming at you," The queen equalled her sister and they walked further down the corridor.

"He yells all the time, I'm getting tired of listening to him. And what if it's Daemon, he's a prince!" the girl resented.

"But his reputation," fretted Alicent.

"I don't care. I hear King Viserys is getting worse. Who knows what might happen," Lady Y/n sniggered and walked on.

"What?" The queen stopped.

"Viserys has not yet appointed Rhaenyra as his successor. Father is doing a good job, if this continues, Daemon will be king as a sibling. The council may be outraged, but he will have a short conversation with them," Y/n continued to explain.

"You...want to be queen?... "Alicent looked at her sister with fear.

"Why not? I'll just combine my desire to be queen and my desire to have the right man by my side. It's not all about you being on top of things," Y/n continued walking, ignoring her sister.

Alicent now understood why her father didn't scold his youngest daughter, she was so much like him. Cunning and secretive. Alicent became even more worried, she no longer knew the girl who was walking down the corridor. It wasn't her sister.

"What do you mean?" turned sharply to her faithful maid Y/n.

"They were seen in the brothel. Rumours have already spread through the castle and the prince has been dragged before the king, my lady" Tala looked worriedly at her mistress, so gentle yet strong.

"Sir Conyn is finding out the circumstances?" asked the lady turning away from the girl.

"Yes, he went there as soon as we heard. They were in the brothel, but it's not known if they were asleep or not," Tala continued her explanation.

"He can't, can he? I'm...boring him so much..." Y/n settled into a chair next to the fireplace.

"My lady...rumours of his love for the princess have been floating around the castle for a long time. It was said that he was obsessed with blood purity and that he wanted to have a 'pure' child," Tala said.

Lady Hightower sat holding back tears, then stood up.

"I'll go and hear what's going on over there," Tala didn't follow her Mistress, only bowed her head.

Her heart pounded frantically, the closer she got to the throne room, the more clearly the voices of the enraged king and prince could be heard. There were no guards and the door was slightly ajar, you could see the king pinning the prince to the ground and shouting some questions.

"Wed her to me?" came Daemon's voice.

"Who?" gasped Viserys, hoping his brother would say the name of the younger Lady Hightower.

"Rhaenyra...Wed her to me," Daemon said.

Y/n stepped away from the door. Breathing hard, her heart began to pound even harder.

"I thought so," came the princess's voice from the shadows, and then she stepped into the light.

"How long have you been standing here?" Lady Hightower didn't dare look into the princess's eyes; she didn't want to see arrogance and self-righteousness.

"Since the beginning. Just as I thought, my uncle doesn't care about you ladies, he will choose me. As the heiress to the throne, as the one that will give him children of pure blood," her voice was quiet but cutting at the deep wounds of her heart.

"Princess...You cried out about never marrying and that you didn't want to bear a child because otherwise you would be treated like an animal. What has changed?" Y/n shifted her tearful eyes to Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra was once again taken aback. She had said those words at every corner, that she didn't want to be a 'laying hen', she wanted freedom. She looked into Lady Y/n's cold eyes and realised that she had changed herself for the sake of defeating her 'rival'.

The doors of the throne room opened. Guards dragged Daemon out. The man glanced at the two girls and his gaze darted to Y/n, but she paid no attention to him. She turned and walked further down the corridor.

"Y/n!" shouted Daemon, but the girl didn't turn around. He shouted once more, but was faced with silence and emptiness.

Daemon felt like he had crossed the line. Crossed it in everything. He looked at his niece, who was looking at him hopefully, but he only grinned and let himself be led away by the guards.

When he left King's Landing, Rhaenyra saw him off from afar. But he did not see the queen of his dreams.

And two moons later, the young Y/n Hightower left King's Landing, returning to Old Town.

THE OTHER WOMAN

MASTERLIST | Part II

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen x Lannister!Reader.

Summary: Aegon was forced to marry Princess Elisa Martell in order to gain control of Dorne. While the princess is deeply in love with him, he is too busy having a not-so-secretive affair with the only daughter of the Master of Coin; Tyland Lannister.

Tags/TW: cheating, profanity, sexual references (nothing explicit), angst, mentions of misscarriage, pregnancy, Aegon being a terrible husband.

Author’s Note: this is narrated from the point of view of the wife, so we –readers– are the other woman. the dance of the dragons doesn’t exist, in this storyline Aegon is king and Rhaenyra lives in Dragonstone. I didn’t proofread this, so if there’s any mistake, i apologise.

Word Count: 3.0k

The day when Elisa Martell met you, was the worst day of her life. It was the day when she realized that her husband will never belong to her. No matter how hard she tries. 

You were there, seated besides her husband. You were making him laugh so loudly that even Otto had to tell him to behave himself. Elisa almost cried, because with her he barely smiled, not even a small grin. Nothing at all. 

Aegon was so touchy with you. He was shamelessly touching your thighs on top of your fancy burgundy and gold dress, you did not seem to mind. Instead, it seemed as if you were enjoying it. Enjoying having another woman’s man touching you so intimately, whispering small jokes in your ear and having such a blast while having a silly conversation. It was a tortuous scene, especially when the wedding was just a few moons away. 

Elisa remembers that night because of Aegon’s toast. How he did not even dare to look at her nor say something nice about her. He made it all about you, actually. He stood up from his chair as you followed him with dreamy eyes, completely bewitched by his careless smile. Elisa saw that look, she knew what it meant. 

“I want to make a toast,” He announced, lifting the cup full of wine in his right hand. “A toast for my beautiful, beautiful y/n.” Elisa looked at her fingers which were hidden under the table, for some reason she was expecting him to say her name. He said yours instead. “Who will soon become Lady of Highgarden.” 

She remembered your face, so flustered and red because of the slight embarrassment you felt. Your smile was so bright, as if you just had won the bigger prize. However, she remembers the relief she felt thanks to the news, thinking that Aegon will finally move on from you. How stupid she was.

“You will be dearly missed around the castle, my dear.” Aegon said to you, and then he grabbed your hand, “My chambers will feel empty without the sound of your laughter.”

You gave a soft kiss on his hand to console him. Elisa saw that as a direct threat and she gave an incredulous look at queen Alicent, who seemed to be too busy smiling at you to even realize what her son had just said. 

“Let us drain our cups, for this beautiful woman!” He yelled excitedly and everyone drank from their cups, while Elisa sank on her chair feeling humiliated.

That was the first string that cut loose. Seeing you being so loved, not only by Aegon, but by his entire family was mortifying. She felt completely alone in a room full of strangers while her heart was aching every time Aegon would whisper something to your ear. She even was sure to have seen how he bit your earlobe one time.

That dinner was the worst one of her life, until the night prior to the wedding. 

Elisa was still dreaming about Aegon loving her, and caring about her. She tried every day to propose some activity that would bring them both together, and that night she proposed a private dinner at her chambers. Aegon accepted, feeling a bit of pity for the poor woman, so Elisa spent the entire evening asking the maids to prepare Aegon’s favorite meals, to have multiple bottles of the most exquisite wine of Westeros. She wanted him to feel her devotion towards him, and perhaps in that way he would realize how much she cares. 

But he never showed up.

Elisa waited hours until it was past midnight. The food was cold and she had drunk half a bottle of wine by herself. She was angry at him for not showing up, but on top of it all, she was brokenhearted. She would not let this slide, she wanted answers from him, so she went to his chambers. 

The first odd thing she found was the fact that there was no guard guarding the door, the corridor was empty. The second thing was the sounds that were coming from inside the room; moans, whimpers, and even screams. 

Elisa’s heart stopped for a second and her stomach tightened. She curiously put her ear against the door, and that is when she managed to hear Aegon, he was saying your name. 

“Oh, y/n. You always feel so fucking good.” 

Another moan followed his words. Your moans. So she was certain that he was not alone, he was with you. She started to tear up in the middle of the empty hallway, and soon she left.

The wedding the next day was another nightmare, because not even during the feast Aegon was able to spend time with her. Instead, he danced and laughed with you. Elisa was able to smell your scent on Aegon’s hair; lavender. That was another string cuttin loose. It was more obvious than ever that you had spent the prior night together. 

The only time when she could spend time with her now husband, was when Aemond invited you to dance. Elisa remembers the look on Aegon’s face, completely jealous and annoyed by the invitation while you gracefully accepted Aemond’s hand and he led you to the middle of the dancefloor. Aegon went to sit back at his seat, next to her, and he soon started to drink.

“Would you like to dance with me, my love?” Elisa asked shyly, almost in a whisper afraid of being rejected by her own husband.

Aegon looked at her, up and down, she looked beautiful. He only shrugged and grabbed her hand leading her to the dancefloor, and just when she was starting to feel a bit of joy, she realized why he had accepted; to keep an eye on Aemond and you. He positioned himself beside you, and he wink at you blatantly, without even caring about Elisa’s presence. 

The urge to cry succumbed to her, and she felt the need to leave once again. 

The wedding night was no different at all. Aegon did not even bed her, he did not spend the night with her. He spent the night with you. 

Walking around the castle in order to find some peace in her mind, she found you both in the gardens, tangled around your own attires. Your eyes were closed while your chin was lifted up and your back was against a tree, Aegon’s face was buried on your neck while moans escaped from his lips, and his hands were your naked breast. One of your legs was around his hips, and his pants were unbuckled and a bit lower than they should be. He was thrusting against you. 

He was fucking you restlessly, in their wedding night. 

Elisa turned around, crying and sobbing up.

The next morning, you had left for Highgarden where your future husband was waiting for you. Elisa felt a pinch of hope, thinking that what happened that night was a way to say farewell, a way to put a closure in everything now that you will also be married soon. And that is when Aegon finally started to pay attention to his wife. Sort of. 

Their first time together was a bit delusional. Elisa has always thought that making love with her husband would be the best experiences in life, but it was not. Aegon arrived at her chambers, wearing only thin pants and a gray shirt. It was late at night, and Elisa was wearing her nightgown.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to fulfill my duty as your husband.” He said, taking his shirt off. “But now I’m here, so we can be done with it.”

His words reached her ears as daggers, and it made her feel terribly bad. However, Aegon did not even see her teary eyes and he took off her gown. Elisa layed in bed, completely nervous and unsure, she thought he would do something to make her feel good, to make her moan in pleasure as he did with you, but he barely touched her. He put his cock inside her, without any preparation, and started moving until he reached his own climax.

Then, he just left. 

That process was repeated at least twice per week until the Maester announced the pregnancy of Elisa, and some part of her was relieved. She thought that Aegon would leave her alone now that she was finally with child, but his visits did not stop. 

She tried to enjoy it, and sometimes it did feel good, but every time she would let herself be pleased by him, your name would slip his mouth. Aegon would not even bother to correct it, he would just continue doing it until find his relief. 

When the twins were born, Aegon was not there. He had traveled to Highgarden to see you, because your name-day was close and a big celebration will be made. Two healthy blonde boys with cinnamon skin and purple eyes were born; Baelor and Rhaegon. The whole castle celebrated the birth of the boys, but Elisa felt miserable because Aegon was with you when he should have been with her instead. 

Aegon was away for a month until his duties as heir forced him to go back to King’s Landing, and when he met his sons, he kissed her. 

“Well done, dear wife.” He had told her with a soft smile while he was carrying Rhaegon on his arms. 

For the first time, Elisa felt that things were going to change. 

Three years later, Elisa was pregnant again, about to give birth. Aegon started to worry more about her and she finally realized that you were long forgotten, at the end of the day she was the one carrying his children and raising them. Everything was exactly as it was supposed to be. 

Until you came back. 

The excuse was to visit your father, but Elisa knew you were coming to see Aegon. The green and gold carriage arrived, and Aegon –now as the king– received you with a tight hug as soon as you got out of the carriage. You were looking exactly the same, the only difference was a small bump on your belly that announced you were pregnant too, but your smile was as shiny as it ever was. 

Instant flashbacks of the night in the gardens came to her mind, and it was impossible not to remember your face filled with pleasure while you were fucking a married man.

“My King.” You bowed with a smirk, “How nice it is to see you again.”

“My Lady,” Aegon answered, grabbing your hand and leaving a soft kiss in it. “It is a pleasure to have your presence in this castle. You have been missed.” 

Your eyes looked at Elisa and the two small and identical boys beside her. You smiled at them kindly before walking towards them. 

“My Queen,” You bowed again, Elisa only smiled, trying to hide her disliking. “You must be Baelor and Rhaegon!” You spoke to the little boys who hid beneath their mother’s skirt. 

“Boys, greet to Lady y/n.” Aegon demanded with a harsh voice. Elisa frowned. “That it’s not proper behavior for a Prince.”

“I’m afraid I cannot force them to greet people they do not know, husband.” Elisa said firmly.

“Oh, no worries at all.” You said with a careless smile. Aegon relaxed. “I do not force my children to greet strangers either.”

“Your children?” She asked, trying to find the shape of a child hiding behind you. “You have more than the one you are expecting?”

“I do.” You answered, a genuine excitement was found in your voice. Elisa would have thought it was cute if it was any other person, but instead she just nodded with a sour grin. “They are a bit shy, that is why they haven’t got out of the carriage.”

You walked to the carriage, and Elisa heard you speaking softly to someone. A couple of seconds passed when you turned around and two children followed you. You positioned behind them while they were looking at the floor. 

“This is Mina Tyrell,” You pointed at the smallest one, “And this is Gareth Tyrell.”

The boy looked up and Elisa’s heart skipped a beat. Her jaw clenched and she almost yelled out of anger. The boy had your eye color, and he had your hair and your skin tone, but he was an exact copy of Aegon. He had the same features; the same shape of eyes, the shape of his face. It was almost insulting the fact that you showed them around so proudly.

“How old are they?” Elisa asked.

“Mina has just turned two.” You replied, “Gareth is almost four.”

The boy was a bastard. It was Aegon’s bastard. The worst part of it all, was that it was conceived on their wedding night. The night were Aegon fucked another woman.

“And how far are you?” She asked again, this time pointing at your belly. 

“Oh, this one is more recent.” You said in an intent to make her laugh, feeling the air too tense already. Only Aegon did. “The Maester says I’m supposed to give birth in four full moons.” 

Five months ago, Aegon traveled to Casterly Rock. Elisa then knew he traveled there because he knew she would be there. 

“Congratulations.” She muttered. A fake smile was drawn on her face. “You have beautiful children.”

Elisa thought that Aegon leaving her alone because of you was something from the past, and again she was mistaken. Even he had left his own children aside in order to be with yours. The fact that your children felt so comfortable with the presence of Aegon after showing themselves acting shyly was enough proof for her to know that Aegon never stopped seeing you. That probably the child you were expecting was his too. 

When the nights arrived, she was afraid of leaving her chambers. She was too scared of finding you with Aegon once again. She would rather stay with the idea that your relationship with him was long forgotten, although she knew it was not true. 

The night when her water broke, was the same night when you had your miscarriage. You had woken up in the middle of the night with a pinching pain in your womb, and the sheets covered in blood. You screamed for help, scared and not knowing what was happening. Aegon was the first one to reach your side to comfort you, knowing too well that his wife was birthing his child on the other side of the castle.

He consoled you while you were crying, and he cried too. He knew that was his child, and you knew too. His heart was broken because he knew he had lost a child with the love of his life, the pain was so tremendous that he did not even think about Elisa. 

Elisa cried when she found out. He had chosen you all over again. The hell that she was living was burning her heart, and that was just too much. She could not live like this any longer, it was too painful. So, when Aegon went to meet his daughter, Elisa finally spoke.

“I know.” She said, looking at him with hatred.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, looking at his daughter with teary eyes. He was pretending she was yours. 

“I know you’ve been fucking with Lady y/n all this time.” She spat, ragefully. 

Aegon looked at her, not a single expression was seen on his purple eyes. He just stood there, with her new born daughter between his arms and a serious semblance.

“You will not say anything?” 

“What do you want me to say?” He shrugged, “I will not deny it.”

“You could at least apologize.” She said. 

“For what?” He frowned, “For loving someone else?”

“For humiliate me in front of everyone!” She yelled, while tears were starting to wet her cheeks. “She brought her children, Aegon! And one of them is literally carrying your face! Then you left me alone during birth for the second time, because you would rather be with her!”

“Of course I would rather be with her!” He raised his voice. “She is the love of my life, Elisa. I think you are smart enough to know about it.”

“And what am I?” She asked, her voice was shaking while she could not stop sobbing. “If she is the love of your life, then what am I to you?”

“You are just my wife.” 

Elisa chuckled, incredulously looking at him. Aegon left the child in her crib, just beside her dragon egg. Then he faced his wife again.

“I tried to love you, Elisa.” He confessed, “but you are not her.”

“Don’t lie.” She shook her head. “You barely tried. You could never get her out of your head, you were moaning her name every night we spent together. You whisper her name in dreams, Aegon.”

“Then why is this a shock to you?”

“Because I thought that after all this time you at least have the decency of caring about me.”

“I do care about you.” He quickly responded.

“And that is why you left me on the birthbed alone?”

“She needed me.” Aegon whispered, “She lost her child.”

“I needed you!” Elisa screamed, making Aegon jump in his place. “I am your wife, you are married to me, not her!” 

Aegon stood in silence, the only sound heard was Elisa’s crying and fast breathing. He sighed and looked at her with pity. 

“But you are not her.” 

He left, and Elisa stood in the middle of the room uncontrollably sobbing. She did not care about her daughter sleeping, she started to make a mess in the room. She threw tables, papers, and chairs. She spilled the bottles of wine and cider and broke all the mirrors she could find. Once the maid found her, the room was a disaster. Elisa was in the middle of the messy bed with her daughter crying between her arms. 

She just had accepted that Aegon’s love would never belong to her. No matter how hard she tries, it has always belonged to you.

Yandere house of the dragon x Hybrid Dragon reader.

Yandere house of the dragon x female reader.

Part two here.

Plot/notes: Most of the characters will be platonic, war with the characters will take place but rhaenrya will be queen but most of the things that happen in the show will not take place. Also in this jace is only one year younger then the reader and aemond. The only mention of the readers appearance are: Golden eyes, red scales. All the adults are platonic but there will be romantic interests, this is just some headcanons, drabbles about how it would go down.

Also would like to give credit to @missglaskin because their whole page gives me inspiration! So go read everything you can and give them a follow! You can ask about different outcomes and share ideas.

This story will continue

I have not read the books so this might not be accurate, but I’m just here to share my thoughts.

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, blood, reader in pain, misspelling, idk what to say.

The first time the king Viserys laid eyes upon you it was like the sevens holy voices could be heard. He could recall a distant dream of his when he saw your face, the little face that would mean a great deal to him and the realm. But quickly anger struck his chest when he realized what was happening.

A child not even the age of two with dirt covering its face while being locked behind a cell like some rabid beast, the harden cradled you cried wasn’t comfortable looking, nor was the way it felt. You had be found by a village on their daily fishing hunt, being not a day over one to be exact. Small patches of scales could be seen on your arms.

When your teary eyes looked at him, he knew he had be blessed.

The queen stood beside him and the sting of guilt and pity hit her, how could someone keep a baby locked in a cage. She felt like it was her own kin, her son aemond being of the same age.

 Viserys yelled at the person who found you and made them open the cell, taking you in his arm and rocking you back and forth. Your cries seemed to lessen at his comfort. He claimed to take you in as his own, saying it was your birth right since you had blood of a dragon. Alicent was the second to hold you, the way you tiny finger held onto hers she knew she was the mother you needed- She was your mother.

Leaving the village behind in ashes and blood behind them, calling them traders and savages for locking you up. No one was ever going to harm you again. 

The next to welcome you into the family was Rheanrya and Laenor.

Rheanra quickly took you into her arms from the queen who didn’t want to let you go, but Viserys said it was good for you to meet your sister. She bounce you in her arms, saying how beautiful you were with your golden eyes and red small scales. She walked over to Leanor and he was smitten by you, knowing in his heart that we would protect you. Alicent watched them closely with rage, like you were something that was going to be taken away from her. But she was not going to lose you.

“I think she can sense the baby.” Rheanrya pointed out how you seemed to touch her belly and snuggle close to it. “It seems so.” Viserys agreed with delight at you being so welcoming, but Alicent just stayed silent at how you giggled so sweetly in rheanrya arms, she wanted to pull you away.

The next you meet was Aegon, he wasn’t as happy about the news of a new sister but he was only little. But as soon as he saw you his eyes light up and he reached out to you, he would even show you his small toys.

Then there was Helaena, still being young she would only watch you curiously, touch your scales and babbling words no one could understand. But she was happy to be around you, just your present calms her down.

Being the same age as aemond made it hard for anything to happen, but he was already showing signs of obsession. He constantly has to be in the same room as you, if you are taken out of the room he will cry at the sight. He is at ease in your presence just as his sister, but everyone suspects he sees you as his twin.

Alicent raised you like her own and so did Viserys , she was over joyed how quickly the children saw you as one of their own. She always worried about the future with you at her side, no one knew what your species could do. So she was over protective.

Otto was a little hard to come around. The king calling you his blood child was bad enough as it is, but burning down a whole village was idiotic. He wouldn’t meet you no matter how much his own daughter begged, he saw you as a plague. One that could pull their targets in with their presence and then kill them when giving a chance.

But one night as Otto came to say goodnight to Helaena his eyes meet yours, golden eyes that looked like dragons. His mind clouded with the screaming saying to protect you at all cost. That’s when he became your grandfather, you and helaena being his favorite. He loves you and would do anything for you.

After three years.

You grew to love little jace. He was a year younger then you, him three and you four. He clings to you with every step and always with you anytime he can be, this making everyone else jealous.

Aegon was mischievous, he liked to leave anytime he could and pull pranks on everyone. He was your big brother and constantly taking you with him, he was fun to be around. He let you join in on his pranks, sneaking cakes for you and anything to make you smile.

Helaena like you to sit with her while she told you about insects, you always asked her about them which made her so happy. You even went out of your way to catch them for her. She loves you. She would have matching dresses, having her hair match yours, also you were the only one she wanted to touch. You could hug her and she’d smile, or she would hold your hand and walk around.

When Lucerys was born you were one of the first people to be welcomed into the room. You waited outside rhaenryas room while she gave birth and it frightened you but you got over it quickly at seeing the little baby. You loved him and always asked to see him at any hour, or hold him while you sat down. He loves being in your company and always stared at you with curious eyes. He always held your finger in his little hands just like you did when you were at that age. You and his mother were the ones he cried for. 

As aemond grew by your side, he thought of you has his twin sister. Despite having different features, hair and looking nothing alike. Maybe he didn’t have a dragon, but he had you. You had scales like one, eyes to so you were his dragon in his eyes. He believed that you were sent down to him, a blessing from the gods just for him. He was also every protective, he would follow you and hold your hand. He hated jace for bullying him and that he you away from him at times, he was jealous of anyone that wasn’t his mother or other sister.

The day had come where Daemon Targaryen and his wife Lady Laena and their children had come to visit. This was the first time they had been able to meet you and daemon took interest as soon as he heard about you four years ago.

Daemon did fell a bit shocked when he hears his brother taken a daughter who had no Royal blood or his own, or even his wife’s. Not to mention no one knows who your real parents are. But when he found out you had features of a dragon his interest was always lingering in his mind.

The first time Daemon saw you his body was taking over by possessiveness, he saw you as his blood. He wished he had gotten to you before his brother and Alicent did but he will just have to deal with it…For the time being. Everyone kept a eye on him as he picked up up and refused to leave your side, being the cool uncle he is he would tell you stories and take you to meet his dragon.

It has been two years since then. And now it being a month since you had turned six.

It was a beautiful day, the perfect temperature and the light breeze shaking the leaves on the trees. The only thing stopping this from being a peaceful day at court was the high pitched screams mixed with screech’s of a dragon. The maids and knights rushed to alert the king of what they had find in the gardens.

Your small frame crouched down as the tears and cries only grew louder, the skin on your back began to move underneath and blood seeped through your dress. The maids tried to get close to you but you moved back not wanting anyone but your family. What was strange was not only your cries, but the dragons in the pit could be heard. You screamed for everyone- Anyone that would come for you, you just wanted the pain to stop. It was the most pain you had felt in the small years you have been alive, you had wondered if this was the pain you had been told about from every woman.

“Where is she?” You heard your father scream as he came around the corner of the rose path, Alicent rushing quickly behind him in panic. They stop immediately at what they saw. You gripped onto your dress as you looked at them with a wet face. Behind you stood a set of red and golden wings, small set of dragon wings fit for a baby dragon. “Y/n.” Alicent quickly moved towards you seeing the pain you had went through and the blood. She took you in her arms carefully not to hurt you anymore while you cling onto her.

“My sweet girl,” Viserys was filed with pride and praised you for being so strong, he wasn’t looking at it as you were in pain but that you had gained something wonderful, “She will be a fine warrior.” He took you away from alicent and showed most of everyone that past just how wonderful your wings were. Alicent had to beg him to take you to a master seeing you still flinch at the pain but tried to hide it for Viserys.

As you had calm down and patched up, you learned how to love your wings and retreat them back into your skin. It was painful but it felt better to sit down without them. As you laid in alicents lap the next person to walk in was rhaenrya.

You smiled and hugged her while being happy they both were there with you but they didn’t see it like that. The glares Alicent sent rhaenrya was threatening but she gave it back. “She needs to be careful.” Alicent stated. “I agree but she also needs to learn how to control it, best do that with the help of me.” They didn’t want to fight in front of you but it was all said in their eyes, no words.

A few days after your recovery the children were aloud to see you but they couldn’t touch yours back. Both mothers stand in the room for it just to be safe, Alicent didn’t trust rhaenryas kids around hers.

Luke was the most excited one, jumping up and down while asking questions. He would praise you for it saying just how awesome you would be when you grew, he did beg you to show him your wings but he was shot down by his mother.

Jace held your hand and told you how much he missed you in the time away, also sharing his thoughts of how much he grew sad hearing you where hurt. He would also tell you how cool thought it was that you had wings, saying he can’t wait till you show him.

Aegon was making a joke about it but in a nice way. Saying how when you grew older you could probably kill people with them and become a great warrior. He did like the thought of having you around to protect him and be at his side- When no one else was there for him, you would be.

Helaena was calm by your side and told you everything she saw of your scales and wings and related them to insects. She didn’t yell or beg to see them but you could see the tint in her eyes of wonder at what she imagined your wings would look like

The twin girls Baela and Rhaena, comforted you. Knowing how much pain you were in was sad and the girls cried when they first found out, being on the younger side they saw you as a older sister. They loved you so much, they brought you gifts and offered to do anything you wanted to do for the next month.

Aemond saw this more of a sign at just how amazing you truly are. The dragon that was sent to him in his time of need when he had no dragon to claim. His twin flame, his to protect. He would ask you if you were in any pain and holds the hand jace was not and ask if he could see them once you could. The praise he gave you was overwhelming to say the least but he was also worried about if your body could handle it. He blamed himself for not being with you when they came out. But he was here now and forever…

Otto spent time with you when you where recovering, reading you some stories and made sure to make you smile at least once. He would tell you how much you are worth of your abilities and everything. He knew that he could now use you on his side when you grew older and he will help guide you on a good path.

Daemon was the first to suggest they fly across the sea to see if they can find someone to train you. He also suggested that you start training as soon as you recovered but Alicent didn’t want you to, something rhaenrya agreed on saying you should wait until they know more.

And as time went on your powers grew along with you, not knowing much was a faint memory. But war was on the horizon and with you was the center piece.

Shared Future Masterlist

Summary: You will become the wife of Daemon Targaryen, your uncle. He has long hoped for this union and is convinced that he will enjoy it to the full.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Fluff; Fingering, sex (p in v)

Shared future, prequel – Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Shared future – Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader

Shared future, sequel – Daemon Targaryen x fem!niece!reader