Yandere Aegon's Conquest (platonic) Headcanons

Yandere Aegon's Conquest (platonic) headcanons

AKA Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys as your yan!parents + Aenys and Maegor as your yan!Brothers

Characters: Aegon the conqueror, Visenya Targaryen, Rhaenys Targaryen, Maegor & Aenys Targaryen, Orys Baratheon

Note: Adopted and female!reader, toxic relationships, some interpreted romance/incest, Fire and Blood spoilers

You may have joined the Targaryen family through any of them. Brought to King's Landing as an offer, a hostage from Dorne. Whatever the reason was, you have now become the obsession of three dragon riders.

Naturally, there was some opposition at first. It's enough to keep a whole kingdom together; with lords either bending the knee willingly or by force, having the faith tolerate their marriages, and now they bring a child into the fold who didn't seem to bear much resemblance.

Yet despite widespread opposition, there was utter silence when it became evident what would happen if someone were to comment on your legitimacy. It's frightening to face Aegon's wrath, but he and his sisters combined; downright terrifying. 

They tended to differentiate when it came to ways of parenting. You would have likely been overindulged if it weren't for Visenya, who adopted a stricter role in place of Rhaenys and Aegon. On the other hand, it's Aegon who adopts the role of the meditator, keeping the peace whenever his wives come to disputes.

Orys is the only one Aegon truly trusts along with his sisters and despite Rhaenys and Visenya sharing Aegon's trust, they're not exactly thrilled about sharing you with anyone else. It’s noticed how quickly Orys steps into the role of an uncle, adding more fuel to the gossip (being Aegon’s brother). Like everyone else, he's just as protective and is more than willing to personally handle anyone who dares to cross you. But also similar to Aegon, beyond being protective, he's pretty laid-back. During your younger years, he'd times have you seated on his lap or playfully throw you up in the air.

As mentioned, Visenya is fiercely protective and sometimes may come off as a bit harsh, but her intentions are solely for your well-being. Her kingsguards are not only ordered to protect the king but are specifically trained to protect their little princess. She’s involved in your education, ensuring that you embrace your ‘Valyrian’ heritage. 

Each day she’ll have you rehearse your words, recount the history of your family house, and fulfill all your supposed duties. It’s Aegon and Rhaenys who urge Visenya to give you a break from time to time (not just because they want to spend time with you). Visenya also insists on training you despite her brother and sister’s wishes. Rhaenys thinks your gentle hands shouldn’t touch a blade with Aegon claiming you’re protected enough.

While they might disagree on many things, both Aegon and Rhaenys agree with Visenya's idea of giving you your own dragon egg. Given as a gift on your nameday. And even if the dragon hatches and you may never ride it, they are sure to let it recognize you as their owner; to let it be yours and yours only. Besides it’s further proof to the rest of the kingdom that you’re indeed one of them.

Like Visenya, Rhaenys is very much involved in your life and rarely lets you out of her sighs. She’s much smothering and the most affectionate out of her siblings, known to watch you with great fondness and expect to be praised for even the smallest accomplishments.

Rhaenys takes charge of your wardrobe, dressing you in the colors of House Targaryen and embellishing you with all sorts of jewelry. The many songs she has ensured to be dedicated, praising your elegance and beauty that they are believed to have passed down generations.

That’s not to say Aegon isn’t involved, he is but tends to be overshadowed by his sisters; finding himself stuck in the middle of their disagreements. Despite this, he makes his stance known and will use all types of excuses to steal you away. Aegon goes as far as making you his cupbearer, though while the council members are hesitant to take you away from the king's side. Only Orys dares to have you come and fill his cup.

They often find themselves in childish arguments on who you should ride with. Aegon occasionally claims victory, it helps Baelrion is the largest. In fact, whenever any of the siblings go for a flight, they are likely to bring you along. During their shared flights, they would showcase all sorts of tricks like getting close to the water or letting their dragons spit fire in the open air just to witness the excited look on your face.

Aegon spoils you (rotten) and is ready to fulfill almost all your whims and desires. While he’ll gladly gift you with jewelry and gowns like Rhaenys, Aegon is more inclined to make grand gestures like contracting statues and naming things in your honor. If you were to ask, he'd happily construct a bathhouse, a vast garden, you just need to ask.

Aegon is surprisingly someone you find it easy to turn to whenever you get in trouble, along with Uncle Orys. He's perfectly fine with you doing your own thing, playing away while he watches from a distance.

Despite their occasional arguments, at the end of the day, they are united through their care for you. You mean everything to them, and though each may express it differently, they all just want to see you happy and safe.

Adding Maegor and Aenys into the mix just makes everything more chaotic. While it's not much of a hidden secret that Rhaenys and Visenya favor you, they attempt to keep it subtle. Aegon isn't very adept at hiding it, and there have been discussions where he expresses the desire for you to be his heir instead. However, by the Westerosi tradition, Aenys is the expected heir.

Aenys and Maegor are particularly attached to you, even when their parents clearly seem to favor you. Being a bit older than Aenys, Rhaenys actively encouraged the bond between you two. She always insisted your small self to hold him and it became well-known among the castle servants that baby Aenys would cry until you came at his side. 

The death of Rhaenys threw everything into chaos. Visenya and Aegon, if possible, became even more protective, god forbid if Dorne were to make an attempt (or try to bring you back). You became the outlet for their grief, with Aegon demanding your presence more than ever. Aenys clung to you for comfort, a child who doesn’t seem to fully understand where his mother went. 

A year or two passed before Maegor was born, and he was already different from the start. Aenys, always smaller than the other kids, remained easily carried by your child self even as he grew. You'd lift him up on your back as he squealed with delight, but Visenya would scold you; your back could get hurt and Aenys is heir, he must be expected to behave like one.

Maegor, on the other hand, was bigger than most kids, with round and full cheeks that you couldn't resist poking and pulling. Similar to Aenys, he constantly demanded your attention, but unlike Aenys who cried, Maegor caused tantrums, pushing other kids you interacted with and throwing things until he got the attention he sought.

A rivalry started between the brothers, and more often than not, you found yourself in the middle of it, but it was mostly one-sided with Maegor often starting the conflicts. Moreover, Aegon directed most of his attention toward Aenys with kingdom duties and all, leaving you mostly with Maegor and Visenya.

Unlike Rhaenys, who didn't have the time to mold her son, Visenya did. She made sure that her son knows that it’s his duty to protect and care for you, deeming Aenys as weak in her eyes. Maegor learned to value you above all else. Sparring was no longer necessary, as according to Maegor he’ll be the one to protect you from now. In one incident, Maegor attacked a noble boy who had jokingly insulted you. Aegon and Visenya never punished him, with the excuse that Aegon didn't want to cause a scene.

Aenys, much like his mother, is naturally affectionate. Openly embracing you in front of the entire court or hold your hand as you walk together. Such displays of affectionate were a never-ending lecture from Visenya and Aegon and all it did was fuel Maegor’s jealousy. 

As all three of you came of age, there was a flood of suitors vying for your hand in marriage. Aegon would use any excuse to deter them, but deep down, he secretly wished to wed you to Aenys but he knows Visenya might insist on Maegor instead, further fueling the rivalry between the brothers. The reactions of your brothers toward your suitors only intensifies, with Maegor eagerly challenging anyone who seeks your hand and Aenys wearing a mask of happiness for you while secretly desiring to have you all to himself.

It becomes even messier if the brothers are wed to other women. Alyssa and Ceryse, in particular, feel the pressure to be on your good side, knowing that a gesture from you could sway their husbands in your favor. Despite being married to them, the wives can't shake the feeling of being the "other women". The awkwardness is heightened by Aenys, who insists on you being close to his children, going so far as to let you be one of the first to hold baby Rhaena. 

The family was struck with a moment of grief upon Aegon's death, leaving Visenya as the sole parent. With Aegon, and even Orys, no longer present, Visenya had the freedom to enforce her regulations and expectations without interruption. Maegor, being a wild card, proved difficult to control. Despite Aenys' perceived weakness, he stepped into Aegon's place, not directly opposing Visenya and Maegor but making it clear that you were a line not to be crossed. Your place is to be with him and his family, by his side in council. 

Aegon's death set off a chain reaction, fueling the underlying war within the family that had already been brewing.

Of Old Stones and Sighs

Aegon x Targaryen!reader (Rhaenyra's daughter & heir)

Wordcount: 1,800

Tags: happy family times, dad Aegon, fluff, smut

As your mother Rhaenyra ascends the throne, you and your husband Aegon leave for Dragonstone and build your family there.

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Dragonstone was not the place of your birth, but that of your consecration. It was the place you had become a woman, claiming one of the wild dragons dwelling on the Dragonmont, and the place where you had nested once you had been round with your first child.

Dragonstone was your inheritance, as Queen Rhaenyra's eldest daughter and named heir. You thrived between the old stones, safe in the confines of the ancient fortress, as did your husband.

"It will serve you well to raise your family," Rhaenyra had said as she had granted you leave from the Red Keep. "It is our ancient seat after all, it is only appropriate that the future of our dynasty is born there."

The young queen had kept her vows and promises when she had acceded the throne after King Viserys had passed, and Aegon had felt the weight of the world lift from his shoulders as she had been crowned.

It had taken effort, a public statement from him and renewed oaths from all the Lords of Westeros for all to accept that a ruling queen would now sit the Iron Throne.

Aegon was perfectly content by your side as prince consort, and you were sure he would thrive as much as king consort one day.

He was not made to wear the crown, only support the woman that would one day have to bear it. Loving you was easy as the tide, and your trust in him only made him flourish in his role as consort.

He thrived in the wings, the silent support act in the hellish play that was the Targaryen dynasty. Power made him tremble and cower, but he knew you would thrive as queen, benevolent and responsible.

In the meantime, as your mother ascended the throne and made decrees after decrees, building a new order as she had promised, you furthered the Targaryen line.

Your fourth child had been born a few moons ago, and it filled Aegon's heart with infinite joy to know that your children would grow up together on this island, run on its beaches and learn to fly over the Dragonmont.

Aegon spent his days on the ashy beaches, chasing small footprints on the warm, wet sand. Laughter often echoed in the bay among the cries of young dragons learning to fly under guidance.

When the sun set behind the rumbling volcano, he would steer his flock of children toward the fortress for a dinner of roasted meats and vegetables, wiping sauce from soft chins and suffering sticky kisses to his cheeks.

The young man thrived in the simple, joyous matter of raising princes and princesses. Love was easy, he discovered with you, when it was honest and void of any agenda.

The dragon island was peaceful at night. The ancient seat of House Targaryen was majestic, from the outside and the inside both. There was something almost ethereal to its atmosphere, and Aegon could almost believe he was somewhere else than Westeros.

It had been his home for the past few years, but it had never lost its magic. He was relieved that his wife and he would be raising their children here rather than the Red Keep—he had erupted in uncontrollable, joyous laughter when it had been announced that the newly wedded royal couple would be awarded Dragonstone.

When you came back to the chambers you shared with your husband, unwilling to submit to the tradition of keeping separate quarters, you were surprised to see Aegon was still awake.

He was sitting in the middle of your shared bed, naked as was his habit, and wrapped in a luxurious robe that fell around his shoulders gracefully and did nothing to hide his glorious beauty.

"I thought the children would have worn you out," you said with laughter in your voice, and Aegon's answer was a suggestive smirk and a raised brow.

The sheets were pooling around him like waves, and his wavy hair flowing freely around his face made him look regal. When you entered the room it seemed to you that he was waiting like a pearl in a shell, yours for the plucking.

Under his intent violent gaze, you walked to your vanity, intent on brushing out your hair and redoing the braid your babe had been playing with while nursing.

You sat in front of the mirror and combed your fingers through the thick tress, undoing the twists and revealing the waves it had formed.

"I am not so tired that I cannot take care of my wife," he finally said as he rose, pulling his robe off and draping it over the back of a chair.

You shivered as he sat behind you, his lips trailing a path from the crook of your neck to your shoulder, pushing your nightgown aside to reveal your soft skin.

"You spent the whole day caring for our children... shouldn't I be the one to take care of you now?" you answered in a hum, and your musical breath was swallowed by a gentle kiss of his.

"We'll take care of one another," Aegon replied playfully, his hand slipping between the lapels of your silky robe, curling around the curve of your thighs, his fingers teasing the place where your love for him burned.

“I've missed you today,” you said in a sigh as your head fell back against his shoulder, shivering again when his mouth sucked a delicate bruise behind your ear.

You twisted in his embrace and melted into his next kiss, surrendering to him. As he curled his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with passion, Aegon reached for the knot that kept your robe fastened at your waist.

You sighed into his mouth as he pulled the garment aside and was quick to trace the curve of your heavy breasts, trailing exploratory fingers around your curves. For a long moment he enjoyed the suppleness of your skin, the softness of your stomach where still lingered the proof that you had carried his children.

As you both sat naked in front of the vanity, you looked at each other in the mirror and the blush on your cheeks was the loveliest he had ever seen. Your large breasts were peaked, your skin there rosier than the rest of you, and between your thighs was nestled a sight Aegon would never grow tired of, pink folds hidden by a patch of hair. 

He could not help himself, he had to worship at the altar of your beauty, and from his lips fell kisses after kisses that he pressed on your skin—in the crook of your neck, in the valley between your shoulder blades, but soon he found himself growing impatient.

You laughed quietly as Aegon pushed you up from the seat and bent you over gently, your hands resting atop the vanity and your bottom pressing flush with his stomach. You were wet against his skin and it made urgency build in the pit of his abdomen.

He was aware of the throbbing heat at his own core, pulsing with blood where he pressed hard against you. Soon he was teasing you, sliding his length along your folds as you rocked up against him with abandon.

Your eyes didn't leave one another other in the mirror, his hands exploring all he could reach, from the curve of your waist to the cradle of your hips, and you loved the way he touched you, without restraint or shame.

Kissing down your neck as you sighed and panted in delight, he reached around until he found your nub. Your head spun when one of his fingers dipped between your folds and drew little circles at your core. His other hand was pulling greedily on one of your breasts, rolling the supple orb into his palm, relishing in the way your body was straining for him, your hips arching toward him.

Soon he was angling his own hips and guiding the curve of your spine, pushing into you, your body opening for him and molding around him. 

“Aegon,” you moaned as he started a slow, deep rhythm that had the both of you panting and shaking. You dropped your head between your shoulders and allowed yourself to surrender to the blissful sway of his hips.

He went slowly, barely moving, allowing you to rock back against him and guide the speed and depth at which you took him inside yourself. He was straining from the restraint but he held on, watching intently as you unraveled under him.

“I longed for this all day,” he groaned and your gaze snapped back to his, the reflection of his violent eyes drawing you in.

His pleasure curled at the base of his spine as he was caught into a furious whirlwind, unable to stop the increasingly rapid rhythm of his hips as you held his gaze.

He felt as though he was caught in a raging storm, the vice of your cunt around his cock pulling him under, and you found yourself caught in a similar wind. You could not answer him, your voice breaking in sweet moans and desperate gasps that he echoed.

“My love,” he gasped, arching his back and gripping your hips tighter.

You had never felt more of a woman that in this instant, worshiped and loved, cherished and desired, and you knew this was where you belonged. Under his wandering hands, the marks left on your kin by the fruit of his love burned.

“Aegon,” you whimpered, shaking in his hold. “Aegon, I love you.”

He pulled you further up against him, stepping forward until you were caught between the hot line of his body and the hard surface of the vanity.

“I love you. My darling, my wife... my queen,” he answered, and your hips seized as your core clenched tighter around him. You could only sob as you felt yourself stumble close to the edge, so close tears pearled at the corner of your eyes.

“Let me feel you, my love, let me bring you over the edge,” he pleaded, sounding more unhinged and frantic than ever.

Your mouth opened in a silent wail and Aegon could not restrain himself anymore. He snapped, thrusting into your sharply and his fingers pressing desperate circles to your pearl.

You raked your nails over the top of the vanity as you cried out your release, shaking in your husband's hold, and it pulled him over the edge. He spilled into your with a drawn-out moan, his release so intense that it made his head spin. 

Aegon murmured his love into the back of your neck as you panted together, the last waves of your pleasure coursing through your joined bodies. Outside, the sea was running along the shore of the ancient fortress, encasing you safely into its darkness.

Dividers by @saradika

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The Bastard Boy of Dragonstone

Summary:

A rumor spreads to King’s Landing. A boy has claimed a dragon on Dragonstone. Viserys initially brushes it off as a poor jest until it grows undeniable. A boy, some common boy, has bonded with one of the wild dragons. In an attempt to keep things under wraps, Viserys legitimatizes the boy, claiming he’s a bastard of Targaryen decent.

Tensions rise when the boy arrives in court. He’s a commoner with no place there yet he is there. His Valyrian features are very prominent and only make the three eldest sons of Rhaenyra stand out more. His manners and demeanor lead to an air of uncomfortableness. The Dance has yet to happen. The factions are unsure what to do with this stranger. Should they convince him to join them or do their best to avoid him?

But one consequence of his arrival looms over. A common boy had claimed a dragon, a weapon of untold destruction. For years many believed only true-born Targaryens could control such beasts. The idea of the Targaryen’s strength is threatened. After all, if a bastard from nowhere could claim a dragon, what's stopping any other dragonseeds or Targaryen descendants from doing so?

Fandom: House of the Dragon

Warnings: Multiple POVs, Language, some angst, heavy politics, Targaryen Critical, and depictions of poverty

Part 1- Viserys Part 2- Rhaenyra Part 3- Alicent

More parts to add

What about yandere rhaenyra and yandere baelon fighting to get their queen mother attention?

The Queen reader got used to her children's tendencies after a while. Especially the rivalry and wars of his first two children, Baelon and Rhaenyra, have turned into a daily lifestyle. These two children do not hesitate to fight for their mother's attention and attention. Especially Rhaenyra is the person who triggers many fights. She argues that as a daughter, you should have the right to spend the most time with your mother. Baelon is assisted with his responsibilities as heir with you. It's your job to support and reassure him. Rhaenyra loves combing and braiding her hair and doing other girl activities. Sometimes two brothers come to your room at the same time to spend time with you. When a verbal argument starts, you always manage to stop them and find a compromise. You are the only person who can calm these two Targaryen children.

𝓡𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝔁 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓲

Trigger warnings: childbirth, death, miscarriage, I think there is more but I can’t think of it.

Princess Rhaelle Targaryen came into the world on a dark night. Being the eldest gave Rhaelle more responsibility than her little sister and she was glad to take the weight of the crown from her sister.

Maester Gaellis wrote "princess Rhaelle took the role of a mother not only for her younger sister Rhaenyra but for her half siblings, prince Aegon, Aemond, Daeron and princess Helaena. The young princess loved her siblings all the same. Many believe it was the reason why she ascended to the Iron Throne without a fight or doubt" princess Rhaelle was what a queen should be and a great queen she was.

Queen Aemma had many still borns, miscarriages and babes who didn't make it pass the cradle. Only princess Rhaelle and princess Rhaenyra made it to adulthood. Princess Rhaelle lost her mother when she was only ten and three, leaving behind Rhaelle and her new born sister Rhaenyra as the only survivor that day.

Rhaelle knew she would never be a son. No king wanted their first born child to be a girl. A son was always what it was preferred and although her father loved her she would never be the son he needed. The son he had always wanted and the son he killed her mother for. King Viserys made a choice. He decided to name his eldest child his new heir after Daemon had spoken ill of Rhaenyra's twin, prince Baelon.

A few months after, her father the king married Alicent Hightower. Alicent's father had been hand of the king for a few years now and was serving under King Viserys' reign. Alicent and Rhaelle had been friends since both were young and were once closed friends. Rhaelle once believed she loved Alicent. Perhaps a part of her did as the two were each others first kiss and they never went anywhere without each other but after Alicent married her father nothing was ever the same and sadly it would never be the same.

Princess Rhaelle was set to marry soon as well. Laenor, her dearest cousin was soon to be her beloved husband. Laenor was a man with different taste than most men. One of the many things Laenor and Rhaella shared were their similar taste in men. While she married him knowing that perhaps they could never have children together it was a risk she was willing to take. But, to her and Laenor's surprise, she fell pregnant after their first attempt with a little help from Laenor's lover of course it worked.

Just a year after they married they welcomed twin sons into the world. Prince Monterys and prince Aethan Velaryon. Both boys were the epitome of Targaryen and Velaryon men. The boys grew up along side their aunt slash sister Rhaenyra. A year after they were born, their uncle, Prince Aegon was born to their grandfather king Viserys and his wife Queen Alicent.

Alicent had done her duty, perfectly. Princess Rhaelle stayed in King's Landing after much convincing on Laena's part. There were many rumors about Princess Rhaelle, Lady Laena and Prince Daemon. Maester Gaellis wrote: "princess Rhaelle found comfort in her good sister, the lady Laena Velaryon. Many said she replaced her friendship with Alicent with lady Laena's friendship" Laena had married her uncle Daemon and just as they were rumors about Rhaelle and Laena they were rumors about Rhaelle and her uncle Daemon.

Princess Rhaelle welcomed a son into the world nearly two years after her first born sons. Prince Jacaerys Velaryon. Many said he resemble princess Rhaenys with his dark brown locks and a few strips of white. Those strips of white were the only reason nobody could say they were bastards as princess Rhaenys had the same strips. Princess Rhaelle was always seen with Lady Laena who two years later after Jace gave birth to her twin daughters Baela and Rhaena. And just two moons after them Prince Lucerys was born to Princess Rhaelle and Laenor Velaryon.

Prince Lucerys was said to Princess Rhaelle's favorite son. Although she said she never had favorites the boy was soft, kind and gentle like his mother had once been. Despite Alicent's protests Princess Rhaelle spent a lot of time with her brothers and sister. Aegon, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron who was born a few days before Lucerys. Alicent could say no more about her "grandsons" appearance since her youngest and last son had her traits and not those of a Targaryen.

Alicent's children grew up loving their half sisters. Some would even said the young children saw Princess Rhaelle as their mother as Prince Aegon had taken to call her mother, even in the presence of his own lady mother and father. Laenor and Princess Rhaelle tried for a daughter, when they thought it didn't work she tried with Daemon who was her lover much like Laena was as well. The princess fell pregnant but he did not know who the father was. A few months later two baby girls were born. Princess Visenya looked like a Targaryen through and through. She was Daemon's daughter. Princess Alyssa was a Velaryon through and through. She was Laenor's daughter. Laenor loved both girls all the same as did Daemon.

Minutes after giving birth. Lady Elinda Massey entered the room where the princess had given birth. Elinda had been with Rhaelle for as long as she could remember. She trusted her with her life, she was her most trusted and loyal lady in waiting. "I'm sorry, Princess" she said with a sad tone. "The Queen has requested that the child be brought to her. Immediately" she said while looking at the floor. Rhaelle's smile quickly disappeared. "Why?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

Daemon, who was there grabbed his sword and headed to the the throne room where he knew the queen was alongside the king. Laenor, Corlys, and Rhaenys walking behind him. The doors opened and Daemon walked in like a man on a mission. He walked straight to the Queen. The King's guard held him back and they were struggling. "You make a demand like that again and I swear I will have your head and your father’s too!" he threatened.

The king and his hand and the people there were confused. "What is the meaning of this?!" Viserys asked. "This.. tyrant of a woman has ordered for Rhaelle's child to be brought to her minutes after being born" Rhaenys reply. "Rhaelle is the future queen and has just given birth. What type of request is that?" Corlys asked. "A woman of house Velaryon will not be treated in such way" Laenor said. The king and the people looked at the queen. "You dare! Rhaelle has just given birth and your order her to handle her new born child to you?!" he yelled making Alicent flinch. "Leave! You will be dealt with after I visit my daughter" she nodded and left.

Daemon watched as Alicent and her father walked off. He had a plan. He would make sure Rhaelle never went through that again. Never. Laenor would make sure of that as well.

(Not Edited) part two coming soon!

Hey I thought for a long time and this is what I came up with Do you remember the moment when various lords come to woo Rhaenyra in Dragonstone? So. Could you write something where Rhaenyra's daughter (Strong girl, of course) is in the same situation where her mother and Daemon are trying to find her a groom. And she's terribly bored and awkward and disgusted by all these idiots who are just annoying. But then an unexpected character appears who wants her hand and heart. who could it be? Aemon? Aegon? JACAERYS?! choose who you want)

Why not all three dear anon😏 I want to develop more on Jace anyways. I know we’ll get more of his dutiful ass in S2. My Aegon loving hopped out but here you go, thanks for asking and enjoy mwah xoxo

Winner takes All

The bastard’s ball, the mummer’s called it down in Flea Bottom. The occasion was reminiscent of Rhaenyra’s revolving door of the lords of Westeros. She ended up marrying her cousin of course. Now her daughter is of age, striking and witty at 8 and 10 years. Though the whispers still ran on account of her thick curls of dark brown. Some dare would say she had her father’s curls and usually got their tongue cut out for it.

But today was going to be a good day, whether the Velaryon was ready for it or not. She huffed while Baela and Rhaena along with a slew of handmaidens prettied the girl up. She grumbled, “Do I have to be so layered in finery I cannot move? They’re after my station, not the girl who carries it.”

Baela laughed, chestnut hands twisting the other’s hair into elaborate braids, “Who knows? Maybe some grumpy northron lord might change his mind when he sees the jewel of the Velaryons.” Rhaena added, “You’re the most beautiful maiden in the kingdoms!”

She rolled her eyes at the eager cousins.

“Wait until they see my brown hair and turn running,” she waved her hands, “Bastard! Bastard!” Some of the maidens gasped, scandalized at the blunt words. Baela hissed, snatching the girls ringed hand, “Don’t fuel the fires even more, dimwit!” She apologized quickly, “Sorry Baela, but you’re pure and more beautiful than I, Rhaena too.”

The princess settled back down into her braiding and sighed, “I know I have a choice in the matter but it all seems so…forced.”

Rhaena singsonged, “Love will find a way!”

Later the princess stood before the great Iron Throne. A dais was set for her to accept the line of lords. Her sworn sword, Ser Willis Fell, stood quietly behind. Rhaenyra and Daemon had her cornered up. The girl snapped, “I feel like I’m at a Lyseni whore auction.”

Daemon’s thin lips quirked as he laughed, “This is a much more grand affair than that, princess.”

Rhaenyra shook her head and pulled her daughter into a hug, stroking her back in soothing circles. She murmured, “I was just as distraught as you were then. Make light of the boys if you can. There’s no chance of intermarriage this time, sweetling.” The younger princess nodded grimly, clinging to her mother.

Daemon snorted derisively at the sound of boots approaching. Rhaenyra and her daughter turned to look at the hand, Otto, his face stern as ever. Rhaenyra sniffed, “I didn’t realize this was a matter for the hand considering it is my daughter.”

Otto hummed, tapping his pin, “Any occurrences revolving around the royal family and it’s dealings need the hand to be here.”

Daemon hissed under his breath, “Green bitch sent em’.”

The princess bowed customarily but her gaze held no warmth for the scheming worm. Otto was a nuisance, seeking to usurp her mother’s birthright for decades. She said, “Lord Hand, you may stand over there and offer consul if needed.” The lean man briskly nodded and took place by Ser Fell.

Rhaenyra hand swept back the princess’s flyaway curls with a soft smile— just for them only. She whispered, “Give them fire and blood, mayhap a smile, my girl.” Daemon leaned on Dark Sister and boomed, “Let the little lords parade begin!”

Otto’s face grew pinched as the others stifled a laugh. She noted surprisingly that Jace wasn’t present, the elder protective brother that he was. The princess stood proud, straightening her shoulders higher than the rigid queen could and beamed at the men filtering into the court. Queen Alicent and Helaena had slunk to the side of the hall, curious to see what the match may entail. Schemer.

The first lord was a young lad, mouth open in awe of the Velaryon’s dress. It was a fine piece of dark tiretaine wool, embroidered with the turquoise stones to emphasize her heritage. Similarly colored jewelry covered her ears and wrists, save the blood red ruby encrusted dragon on her ring finger.

The boy was decked in the garb of the Darklyn’s. The red fusily with the black and yellow diamonds. The princess scoffed and looked to Daemon. The boy chattered, “I have a strong family and a formidable keep to aid m’lady.”

The princess was mortified having to publicly shun the poor thing but said, “Thank you Lord Darklyn, I wish to bear children sooner.” Daemon waved the boy away curtly to start the whole charade over again. Another child. Great.

The parade went on and on, old men, fat men, crippled, so many boys, and even a damn hedge knight. Ser Willis handled that. The princess was going to self combust into dragon fire. Maybe if her dragon was here it would be a quicker affair.

“Next,” called Otto.

A lean, imposing figure stalked up to the dais. The gait looked familiar. He was hooded and knelt primly at her feet. Willis and Daemon drew steel, demanding to stay back.

“It’s only family, uncles,” came a bitter laugh.

The man yanked down his hood, thick silvery strands tumbling down to cascade across broad shoulders. Gasps echoed in the great hall. The smirking face of Aemond Targaryen glanced up at the young princess. He hummed, “I thought I would try my hand at claiming your beauty and uniting the rift between our family.”

Rhaenyra glared daggers at Alicent, spitting in accusation, “Do you think this is a farce? Shame on you!”

Alicent hollered back, “I had no such intentions for this!”

Otto slammed his hand down on a table, commanding the room. The princess yelped in surprise, utterly confounded at the entire situation.

Aemond? Her uncle that hated her family so? The Aemond whose eye was gouged by young Luke. It had to be a cruel jest. The elder prince no much than gave her a curt nod around the keep. She turned to Daemon for guidance. The rogue prince drawled, “Let the princess see if the wretch is worthy of her hand. A skilled warrior, that is all I shall add.”

The princess tapped her thumb on a plump bottom lip in thought. Aemond’s intense gaze held her own— bringing a flush to her cheeks. She said, “The matter of what our families bring to the table is out of discussion then,” she raised a brow, “What inspired this brave attempt at betrothal to the Black’s you hate?”

The brown haired girl flicked her hair, “Certainly not my silver locks or anything, your grace.”

A couple of onlookers laughed, Aemond’s sculpted lips grew pinched at the raucous.

One-eye sniffed airily, chin held high in defiance as he said, “I find your darker curls quite handsome,” he smirked, “You’re intelligent— something I can match you with, hāedar. Much better than these simple spring boys scrambling in their mud-keeps.”

The princess’ lips curled up in a pleased manner. She extended her hand, the ruby catching in the light like a cut wound. Aemond took her dainty hand and kissed the ring with reverence. He beckoned her to lean forward. He murmured into the girl’s ear, “The greens, the blacks. I say nay- let us unite with fire and blood like days of old, my princess.”

Rhaenyra’s perfect baby girl, or once was, grinned wildly down at the stoic prince. Otto and Alicent stared on in horror, same as the Realm’s Delight. Daemon giggled and covered his mouth. Ushering Aemond to stand she turned to her sworn sword.

“Ser Willis? Do you find this to be a suitable match?”

He paused, awkwardly clearing his throat before stating, “The dragon riding and genius of you two is unmatched. I’d say it would be a wondrous union.”

Aemond’s eye carefully crept along her face in anticipation. She demanded haughtily, “Then I have decided. Aemond and I shall wed. Do announce it Lord Hand.” Otto and Rhaenyra simultaneously sputtered and were silenced when the princess spat, “I said announce it!” Otto did so with a frown.

In the midst of the clapping she mused, “What a surprise, dear Uncle. I thought your heart was only held for Vhagar.” They held hands and smiled at the happy crowd. Aemond replied, “Hm. It was time to tame another dragon.” He squeezed her palm gently, a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

The poor Glover boy opened his mouth but didn’t get the chance to speak. From the entrance of the Great Hall came loud yelling and scuffling of boots. Daemon cocked his head from behind the young lady, hand flying to Dark Sister.

“Out of the way! I am your damn prince!”

Manic giggling ensued. The princess scoffed in annoyance. She knew exactly who the perpetrator was. Stupid Aegon and his stupid never ending affections. He declared his love for the princess in his cups only to proceed to smash that down in the pillow houses. She wanted to keep the pretty blonde to herself. Like a pet.

A disheveled Aegon appeared with a throughly exasperated Ser Criston. It appeared the prince had even been bathed and dressed— although still drunk as a Braavosi sailor. He shoved the Darklyn boy aside and declared angrily, “How come no one told me about this?”

Rhaenyra snapped, “Willis? Cole? Someone get this drunkard out of here, for the love of the Seven.” Alicent palmed her forehead in embarrassment, the pregnant Helaena smiling in amusement. Otto Hightower rumbled, eyes bulging in wrath, “Prince Aegon, this is unseemly. Do you forget your betrothal to Lady Floris Baratheon?”

Now halfway perched on the wide-eyed Glover lad Aegon snorted, “Ah yes! The illiterate stag bitch,” he waved his ringed fingers, “I come to claim the hand of my beautiful, intelligent, shapely, fiery Dragon niece.” Ser Criston yanked the prince aside, Aegon yelping and stumbling. All eyes turned to the princess in question.

Rhaenyra hissed in her ear, “I will send him out— just say the word. Foolish drunk has played with your heart for years. You’d be even more so the fool if you listen to this proposal.”

The girl sucked in a breath, shrugging off her mother. She spat, “If you would profess your emotions soberly I might consider it,” she sighed, “Bloody beautiful fool.” The brown-haired princess felt her heart constrict at Aegon’s sorry nature, she’d always been so endeared by his inability to fake an emotion. Aegon wore his heart on his green sleeve, no matter how intoxicated.

All Aegon had to do was flash his violet doe eyes and tremble his pretty lips and she was hooked. (Again.) Ser Criston had the prince by the scruff and hissed not-very-quietly, “A betrothal with the Strong? You must be really brain dead.” Spite settled over the girl’s pretty face, hands balling up to dig into her palm. She sat back in the chair adorned with dragons and stated, “Go on your grace, make your point and make it good. Back off Ser Criston.”

Daemon sauntered over to the embittered Dornishman and shoved him off with a playful grin. Aegon laughed in the white knight’s face before being drug forward on bruised knees with an ungainly cry by his uncle. The rogue prince gave Aegon another push and snickered, “Best of luck,” Daemon winked, “cunt.”

The tension in the air could be sliced with a blade. The princess leaned forward with a cat-like smirk, full lips temptingly pouty. She purred, “Why should I take you to be my husband? They think you’ll kill me in my sleep and usurp my mother’s gods given throne.”

Aegon shook his pale curls vehemently, “No, no, I don’t want the throne— never have. M’not fit for rule.” He clasped his hands and shook, begging, “Y’know I’ve always loved you, swear it by the seven!”

Alicent was held back by Helaena much to the Queen’s chagrin. Rhaenyra audibly scoffed at her pathetic half-brother. He knew how to worm his way into her daughter’s good graces— the girl craved complete and utter domination. Wanted a challenge to have it. Aegon was the challenger.

The princess cooed, “You say you love me but drown in whores. I’ll have your cock cut off for adultery if you stray, Uncle. You’ll be mine and mine only.”

He whimpered, “I’d only be your consort, loyal to you. Promise!”

With a swish of black wool the dark haired princess stood up. She announced, “One day for a break to see if Prince Aegon is true to his word,” she frowned, “Sober.” She clapped, commanding the rest of the hall, “If he is still willing, I will be taking his hand. Thank you.”

Aegon cracked a teary smile, clambering to her feet. The blacks and the greens swarmed behind, rife with plots and outright fear. The princess smiled and cooed at Aegon, petting his pretty silver locks. She wanted her progeny to have the same.

She stood from the chair, bored expression morphing into confusion. The hooded figure in front of the princess was familiar— the same body she’d been around since birth. Rhaenyra knew too, mother and daughter exclaiming, “Jacaerys!”

Off came the hood and the girl’s darling brother gazed up, putting on a stern face. The princess asked, “Brother, why are you here? I thought- the North? Our cousins?”

His plump lips twitched, dark eyes searching her own. He knelt to one knee and declared, “I can’t sit back and let my lovely baby sister get whipped away by some old lecher! I want to wed her as our ancestors did. Keep the line pure, us dragonriders are closer to god than men.”

While speaking, the handsome youth kept his gaze directly on the princess. The adults were perplexed. Rhaenyra held an amused look, she had a feeling her two held more than simply sibling affections for one another. Jace watched the girl like a hawk and often got into scraps defending her honor.

Otto hummed, “Aegon is wed to Helaena, I see no reason why not.”

Daemon spat, “Because you want more silver heads to usurp the throne.”

Their voices began to raise as the princess shouted, “Let me speak! This is my choice!” She climbed down to Jace, caressing his lightly stubbles cheek, grinning wildly. The elder fondly looked down, a gloved hand on her shoulder. Rhaenyra would lie later about shedding a tear.

Jace murmured so low just for them both, “I want you, to care and love, to ride our dragons, rule the Seven Kingdoms as Jaehaerys and Alysanne. With honor.”

Tears swam in her eyes. “I love you. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.” Jace pulled her into a hug and Ser Willis, ever knowing of his princess’ wants, shouted, “The betrothal has been secured.” The crowds were half annoyed, the other half cheered. The princess didn’t care, this was all that she wanted. She captured his pretty lips in a kiss, praising the Seven.