Please, Don't Make Her Fall Inlove With Aemond.. I Mean, The Guy Did Sexually Assaulted Her, Killed Her

Please, don't make her fall inlove with Aemond.. I mean, the guy did sexually assaulted her, killed her brother then kidnapped her..

Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: Since 'labour - Paris Paloma' was finally released, all I can do when I listen to it is think of the reader. I think I have spent the entire day with that song on repeat.

Chapter 35: Solitudes Visitors

You found yourself restless after your interaction with Alicent Hightower. Images of the lifeless body of your aunt's son, played in a loop in your mind. A sick imagination toying with your sanity in the space. Men could go mad from isolation, their minds making up scenarios.

And all you could do in the space was think.

And that is all you wished to not do. 

On your seventh sleep, you dreamt.

You dreamt of falling. Of Lucerys’ death. Of the brown haired boy's lifeless body, mangled before you. You dreamt of Jaehaerys being slain, Helaena's frantic screams echoing in your mind.

Every time you watched the murder of the child, it was your hands doing it.

It was you that she begged for mercy.

It was you who was covered in blood. 

You woke up in a sweat. Heart racing, as you slowly recognised your surroundings.

The Maester had not come to your cell that day.

You shivered at the sudden chill of the room, the perspiration on your skin making your blood cool. Tucking your legs up under your chin, you breathed deeply.

In for three, out for three.

Repeating until you felt yourself calm slightly. Though you tried in vain, you could not fall back to sleep.

So instead, you paced the cell once more.

Counting aloud to fill the silence, anything better than Lucerys and Helaena’s screams that echoed in your mind. You had completed your seventh lap of the cell before you heard hurried footsteps.

You turned to face the bars of the cell, looking out into the dark corridor. The footsteps came closer, as you heard small breaths being puffed out into the air. 

The movement of the guard alerted the presence of the person coming to your cell. You watched as the guard moved towards the hooded figure, hand warily on the hilt of his sword.

As the figure got closer, the torch light illuminated their face.

“My Queen,” The guard bowed, “You shouldn’t be down here.”

She walked shakily towards you, steps uneven and frantic. 

“Let me see her.” Helaena demanded, voice raw and uncertain.

“I am sorry, My Queen, I have-“

“I order you to let me see her.” She interrupted the guard, voice stronger, though still laced with self-doubt. 

The guard shifted on his feet, looking back at you as you pressed yourself up against the bar cells watching her. The man gave an uneasy bow before muttering, “Yes, My Queen.”

He turned on his heel and came before your cell, pulling the key from beside his thigh. 

The large skeleton key scraped against the keyhole of the cell before a loud click was heard as he turned it, unlocking the metal that kept you imprisoned.

Helaena stood beside the guard as he pushed the door open to her. 

The silver haired woman looked nervous, before she turned to look at the guard, back hunched.

“Leave us.” 

“Your Highness,-” The guard began to argue.

“Leave, lest you be hung for your disobedience.” She hissed, frantic energy rising in her.

“Yes, My Queen.” The guard uttered, eyeing you carefully before turning on his foot to leave the dungeon, footsteps disappearing up the stairs. 

You stared at each other in uneasy silence.

Helaena looked broken.

The hood over her head covered the knotted silver hair beneath, neither brushed nor braided as it spilled wildly over her shoulders and chest. Her eyes were sunken and hollow, the light they once held, seemingly snuffed out.

She looked as though she was wasting away.

Had she come to free you?

The both of you stood quietly before she swiftly came forward into the cell, snatching your un-bandaged hand. You squeezed hers as you felt tears begin to spring to your eyes.

Your sweet aunt. What horrors had she witnessed?

“There is a beast beneath the boards.” She frantically spoke at you, pulling you close, eyes crazed as she shook.

“Helaena, are you alright?” 

“There is a beast beneath the boards.” She hissed impatiently, eyes darting around the space, as she looked around in search of danger. 

“Helaena, I am so sorry.” You began to cry, watching your aunt fall to pieces before you.

“What was lost is replaced, a spider's web is spun.” Queen Helaena yanked you towards her, holding your hand in both of her hands as she desperately searched your face.

A broken sob fell from her lips. Her eyes widening.

“His head. They took his head. They took his head. They took his head. They took it from his body. They took it from me. He has no head. How will my boy see? How will he sing to me?” She rambled.

Your hands shot up and held onto her face as she cried, watching you desperately try to console her, try to calm her, give her any sort of comfort. She gripped your wrists.

“A dragons death for a dragon breath. I told you. I warned you. I warned you that this would happen. I tried. I tried. I-“ You pulled her roughly against you, holding her in a tight hug. Her hands were pressed awkwardly between the two of you as you held her tight.

The young woman continued to ramble as you held her. Breathing in her scent. She smelt as she always did, of fresh flowers from the garden, sweet and soft in your nose, though sandalwood lingered the more you concentrated.

You stiffened and pulled back holding her still as she began to wriggle and twist away from you, swaying back and forth on her feet. 

“Hand turns loom; spool of green, spool of black. Spool of green. Spool of green. Spool of green.” She repeated.

You felt helpless, utterly at a loss as to what to do, how to comfort your aunt, the broken woman before you as she uttered the same things over and over.

“Helaena, breathe.” You tried to hold her so that she would stop pacing around the cell. 

“No!” She yelled at you as you touched her, her body flinching away. “Please do not make me choose, please mercy. Mercy, I beg you.”

“Helaena it’s just me.” You began to panic.

The woman laughed brokenly, which turned to loud sobs. Tears fell from your eyes as you tried to catch the Queen in your hands.

“Please do not make me choose. He is just a boy. Just a boy. So small. Such a small body. It was wrong. It was so wrong. But I had to. I had to." Her fingers jabbed sharply at her chest, "It was so wrong to hold him when I could not look at his face. I wish I could hold his face once more. But it is gone. He is faceless. No more. No more."

Helaena was broken.

She rambled so quickly it made your head spin. You did not know what to do. How could you stop her? How could you calm a woman gone mad?

Your aunt.

"No more small little face to smile at me. How could I choose? What could I do? Where is his face? Where has it gone? It is gone. Gone. Gone. Gone.”

You grabbed her shoulders standing in front of her, lowering yourself so that you could reach her eyesight. She looked at you dazed, suddenly realising where she was.

She looked around the cell, “Y/n?”

“Yes, yes Helaena it's me.” You gave her a small sad smile, “I’m here. I’m here with you.”

The Queen blinked slowly at you, brows furrowing.

“He is gone, y/n. My Jaehaerys.” A tear slid down her cheek as she stared at you, face broken.

“I am so sorry, I am so, so sorry.” You sobbed, holding her.

Helaenas eyes glazed over as she looked at you, face suddenly empty, mouth parted.

“Gone.” She muttered. “Lucerys.”

You sniffed, heart aching, “Yes, gone with Lucerys.”

“Gone.” She repeated, voice empty. 

Noise snatched your attention from above, the sound of guards rapidly making their way down the steps to the dungeon and cell, where you were with Helaena.

She heard the commotion and suddenly looked back at you in fear.

“Dragon's of flesh, weaving dragon's of thread.” She grabbed your arms sharply, fingers digging painfully into your skin. 

The guards were closer now, far down the corridor behind Helaena.

“Get away from her!” One yelled at you, as you held onto your aunt in desperation. You looked into her eyes as the guards ran towards you. Their armour loudly moving throughout the dungeon. 

“If the dragons dance, none will survive.” She whispered desperately at you.

The guards burst into the cell, roughly flinging you back away from Helaena. Large calloused hands pulled you back towards the wall of the cell. She stared at you in shock as you tried to break free from the men who pulled you further into the cell away from her, as two held her gently pulling her away with soft words of encouragement. 

“Helaena!” You called to her, as she watched you.

You cried out as one of the guard's roughly grabbed your injured side, fingers digging into the tender flesh. Pain ripped through your body as he used the grip to pull you further into the cell, as you watched Queen Helaena standing outside. 

“You’re hurting her.” She whispered, the young woman blinked before her face crumpled rapidly.

“Spool of black, spool of black, a dragons breath. A dragons breath. To black, to black, to black.” She rambled as they walked her away.

“Helaena!” You called out again, desperately fighting through the pain to try and wiggle away from the guards and go to your aunt.

“Stop resisting.” One of the guards grunted, before he twisted his fingers into your side painfully. Tears fell from your eyes as you wailed in pain, shifting in their grip, trying to get his hand off of your wound.

The guard huffed a satisfied laugh.

New steps descended into the dungeon, their footfalls even and not at all rushed. Your heart raced as you listened to the steps, watching the guards all wait for whomever they had alerted to Helaena's presence in your cell.

A long leg stepped out from the staircase and another followed. The lazy steps moving the silver haired man into the space. Aegon walked slowly towards his wife, head tilting to the side. 

“Wife, you should not be out of our chambers in your condition.” He cooed, hand coming to brush the hair away from her face.

“Spool of green. Spool of green. Beware the beast beneath the boards. Beware. Beware. Gone. Gone. Gone.” She rambled, completely lost to grief and madness as he looked at her sadly. 

“Please take the Queen back to our chambers, and ensure that some milk of the poppy is brought to help calm her.” King Aegon commanded, watching as Helaena was gently moved up toward the steps, as she continued to look back at you muttering, eyes filled with grief. 

Aegon watched Helaena be led up the stairs before his attention turned fully to you. His purple eyes roamed over your body as he watched you struggle in his guards grip.

His lips turned downward in a smug smirk.

You felt your heart beat rapidly inside of your chest. You had not seen Aegon since before Lucerys.

Since before he was crowned King.

Aegon sauntered to the cell as you stiffened, watching him smile at you viciously. The Usurper King swayed on his feet, only a white dress shirt and dark breeches donned his form.

He must have been in his cup, drinking. 

“Thank the Seven that this guard informed me of Helaena’s visit to your cell.” He drawled, “Who knew what you would have done to her once alone.”

You sneered at him, “Fuck you. Usurper cunt.”

You swirled your tongue in your mouth, and spat onto the floor in front of his feet. The guards yanked you roughly backwards. Aegon looked to the floor where your spit lay, almost having reached him.

Your eldest uncle laughed an amused laugh, the guards holding you still as he watched you, eyes raking over your disheveled and dirty form. 

“You look filthy.” He smirked. “Worse than the whores down in Flea Bottom. The Silk Lanes have looked cleaner than you do.” 

You yanked against the guard's grip, trying to move towards your uncle as he got closer to you, finally standing before you.

“I’ll kill you.” You hissed at him.

The usurper laughed again, before looking at the guards beside you, nodding his head. A man holding onto you suddenly let go, before a blooming pain seeped into your side.

The guard had veered a fist back, striking you in your wound with it. You slumped forward, ears ringing before the other guards let go of you, letting you fall to the floor roughly.

Your ears rang and your vision went black. You could not feel anything, but the hot white pain in your side. Nausea rose within you.

You desperately tried to suck in air, but your body would not allow it. You heaved against the stone, your stomach emptying, only bile falling out of the side of your mouth, pooling onto the stone below you. The acidic taste coating your tongue.

Your body curled in on yourself as you tried to breathe.

Eyes were shut tightly as a groan fell from your lips. Never had you felt pain like this before. You thought your heart would stop. Your hands clutched against your sides as you curled further in on yourself.

Moments passed as you tried desperately to breathe and to not heave as the pain and nausea rolled through you in waves. Behind your eyes throbbed as you struggled with yourself.

The ringing slowly began to fade, as you heard the guards shuffle out of the cell, one by one until you were alone. 

With Aegon.

The soft crunch of dirt beside you alerted you to his presence.

You slowly opened your eyes, sucking in a painful breath of air, willing yourself to not pass out, as your vision swam. Large black dots formed in your sight as you looked at the man kneeling in front of you.

Aegon was crouched beside you, looking down in mock pity, lips pulled into a false pout which curled at the edges where he fought to not smile at you. You breathed in another shaky breath as you watched him, head spinning.

“You always did have such fire inside of you.” He cooed, as he looked over your tense form, still curled in a ball on your side as you gasped in agony.

“It was always to be your downfall, of course. You just never know when to give in.” The King tutted.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, though your lids had become heavy as your breaths evened out, and pain throbbed inside of you. 

“Bend the knee. Acknowledge me as King and I will let you live. You may even see Helaena.” He added at the end in a higher note, as though it was a gift for a child.

A small bribe to make them do as you wished. 

You stared at him in disgust and breathed out.

You would not concede. 

“A shame.” His hand came to touch the hair that had fallen on your face.

You flinched away, pain spiking in your side again.

“Such a waste. I could have even taken you as my second wife.”

He smiled down at you in thought. Eyes lighting up in excitement as his imagination began to run wild.

“Now wouldn’t that be fun? To see you swell with my babe, and have your family know that it was me who put it inside you.” He crooned.

A tear fell from your eye, rolling down your cheek as you felt horror blanket you. He watched your expression with glee.

“Though, who is to say we should wait? When I could put a bastard inside you now.” Aegon purred, looking at the thin rag of a chemise against your shivering form. 

“A bastard for a bastard.” He purred.

Ice cold dread spilt over you.

Please Gods. Not him.

You wriggled away from him, breathing sharply through your nose at the throbbing pain in your side, as you attempted to pull yourself up and away.

King Aegon stood to his full height, towering over you as he looked down in delight. 

Is this how they all saw him?

His large hands came to the front of his breeches as he began to slowly untie them, smirking as he watched you scramble backwards towards the far wall of the cell away from him.

Your uncle slowly sauntered toward you, the laces at the front beginning to sag. His smile grew wider as he watched you, enjoying your fear.

“Stop.” You begged quietly, new tears falling from your eyes, “Please.”

His head tilted, “Please? Well since you asked me so nicely.”

Suddenly he lunged for you as you screamed, arms coming out to push him away from you.

“I can be gentle.” He teased you, laughing in your face as he pulled you against the rough stones towards him.

Your back scraped against the floor, skin becoming raw underneath as the chemise pulled up, and bunched away from you, above your hips.

You frantically kicked your legs out at him as he laughed above you. Aegon grabbed your legs painfully before parting them, eyes darting down to your bare centre. His grip on your thighs made you cry out as you screamed at him to stop, and to let you go, begging him softly as you cried.

"Aegon please. Stop."

Your uncle's grip faltered on one of your legs, and your foot shot out, clipping him on the side of his face. He stalled, head still turned away, as you moved to race towards the open door of your cell.

You scrambled on your hands and knees, trying to dizzily catch purchase on the floor and haul yourself up to run.

A hand gripped the back of your hair and swung you painfully down onto the ground, as you landed heavily on your back, air leaving your lungs in a silent cry.

Aegon jumped on top of you, the side of his cheek a soft pink from where your foot had struck him. His face no longer bore the sinister joy from before, but was now hardened with anger and irritation, as your hands came up to try and scratch him. 

Anything to get him off of you.

You watched as his hand came down sharply against your side.

You fell still.

You could not breathe, as that same agonising pain rippled up your side, causing your to cry. You saw nothing but white, as the pain bloomed up into your chest, and you felt his weight begin to settle on top of you.

The Targaryen fumbled with the last of his breeches, as you stared at the wall of the cell. 

The stone had a layer of green slime on it, the damp causing some sort of moss, or mould to grow along its surface. You had never noticed that before.

How beautiful it must be to grow and thrive in such a dark place.

A large hand pulled at your chemise roughly as you laid flat, trying to catch your breath. You moved weakly beneath him, attempting to push him off of you, as your head swum from the pain radiating in your side.

'Fight back' the little voice in your head screamed.

Your hand came up to smack Aegon’s face, though your blow did not have much impact, only seeming to amuse the man further. His eyes were half lidded, his pupils blown out so that you could barely see the soft lavender of his eyes.

Fight back.

A tear fell down your face. Then another.

The pain was paralysing.

All you could do was watch as his free hand slapped your arm away, before moving down to pull himself from his loosened breeches, which hung lowly on his hips.

It was thick and engorged, its tip a deep blush, weeping arousal onto his hand as he stroked it roughly, smiling down at you. You felt nausea roll through you in new waves as you tried to move away from him, but every time you moved, agony pulled your body closer to the abyss as your vision tunnelled. 

“I was going to be gentle, but now I think it will be more fun to break you.” He moaned as he brought his cock between your legs which were wedged open by his hips. 

“Please don’t.” You sobbed weakly, trying again to push him off of you with your hands. 

“It's too late to beg now.” Your uncle cooed in your ear, as the tip of his cock touched your inner thigh.

Your ears rang.

And you felt a part of you die.

This was it.

This was how you would lose your maidenhead. To your usurper uncle in a cell, alone and in agony.

How you wished you had died when you fell, after all. 

The thick head of his cock rubbed roughly against your dry slit as the man above you hummed, trying to find your entrance. The sensation made you gag as you tried to wriggle away from him.

You couldn't breathe.

His tip pushed roughly on your entrance as he tried to force his way inside you. You cried loudly underneath him, as you drowned in fear, his weight pushing you down into the stones below you painfully. 

“Ah.” Aegon sighed as the tip of his cock caught against your entrance. You stiffened in his hold as he looked down in you lustfully. A sinister smile gracing his lips. 

Then as suddenly as his weight was on you, it was gone.

You blinked up at the ceiling in shock, unable to move. You felt tears fall down your cheeks as you sobbed on the floor, as sounds came from beside you.

You steeled yourself, scrambling backwards, digging your fingers into the stone floor messily, trying to get to the damp green wall of the cell. Your head shifted and the room spun. You blinked at the scene before you. Unsure of what you were witnessing.

A long silver haired figure, swung wildly at the other below.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh made you flinch, as Aemond’s fists came down onto Aegon’s face brutally. You found yourself grow silent as you watched, hiccupping.

Aegon groaned in pain below the younger brother, as he punched back upwards at his attacker. 

The One-Eyed Prince's hand snatched the throat of the King, lifting the older brother's head up, before slamming it back down onto the stone below. The younger uncle breathed heavily, looking down at Aegon whose own hands were gripping Aemond’s wrists tightly in anticipation of the next blow. 

The King laughed below his brother, nose bleeding and lip split as he gazed up, teeth stained with blood. Aegon’s head reared up, spitting in Aemond’s face, a spray of bloody saliva coating the Kinslayer’s cheek. 

Aemond growled, pulling Aegon up to stand before roughly shoving him towards the exit of the cell.

The Usurper King paused and stared at you in amusement, eyes roaming your form as you flattened yourself further against the wall behind you, pulling your tattered chemise against you tightly.

The eldest son of Viserys hand came to brush his hair back, knuckles raw as he spat once more unto the floor before turning away from you, slinking down the corridor calmly as he began to ascend the steps. 

You heaved a gag as you turned beside you, your stomach pulling up nothing, mouth dry and side aching with every movement. A broken sob fell from your lips, as you shook against the cold stone, eyes unseeing staring into the darkness. 

Someone shifted around you and you flinched, looking up into the cell.

Aemond stood looking down at you, hair neat despite his assault. You looked at his face as his gaze softened for a moment, concern in his lone eye, as he took an unsteady step towards you.

You flinched and scrambled back again, moving sideways along the wall into the corner away from him, the bucket behind you falling as you moved.

Whatever softness was in his gaze fell away, as the mask was put back in place. 

Aemond hummed.

With a sharp turn on his heel, Aemond swiftly left your cell, leaving you alone as he stalked up the corridor, and loudly up the stairs back into the Red Keep. You stared at his back as he disappeared.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you watched the stairs where he had exited, anticipating his return. Or Aegon's.

Or both.

Pain strummed in your side as you blinked.

What had just happened?

You felt a new wave of tears begin to well in your eyes, when suddenly you stiffened.

Your eyes darted to the side of your cell. 

The cell door was wide open. 

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If evil then why baby girl?

No kidding but my first thought in this "wait....aren't they siblings?" Then I remember I ship targaryen couples😂..

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The incestry feels of this fic no longer deters me ever since HOTD yassified incest..

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter One

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day, and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: None. 

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone. 

Word Count: ~2.7k

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Mother Night and Father Time created the seven Endless to personify life within the known universe. Destiny, Death, Dream, Destruction, Desire, Despair, and Delirium. They did their jobs admirably, and well, for eons. Destiny personified a life journey. Death, the end of life. Dream oversaw the dreams and nightmares. Destruction, so that creation may happen from ruin. Desire embodied the darkest secrets one held. Despair embodied a feeling that all lifeforms felt at some point in their life and the youngest of the Endless? Delirium, the epitome of chaos and previously known as Delight. All was well within the universe, millennia going by in harmony. Then a life-sustaining planet came to be and it quickly became abundantly clear that the new race of sentient life was lacking in one last personification. So Mother Night and Father came together to create one last Endless. You. 

You were created on a bed of lavender and stars, swathed in blankets of shimmering ebony. Against your naked breast lay a morning dove whose wings were of grey and pink. You had been woven from stars, oceans, and daffodils to culminate the very essence of what you were to represent: hope. You would rise and fall with the sun and moon, come and go like the great tides of oceans, and feel with the crescendo of the tallest waterfall. The capacity in which you were created to understand and feel human emotion was like none of the previous Endless before you. Eyes flickering open, you saw the inky black of the universe, touched with stars, planets, and dust. You had the knowledge of the universe, but the sight before you still took your breath away. 

Rising from your cradle, dove fluttering into space, you felt the blankets that had been covering you, travel and drape across your body until you were dressed in a simple onyx shift. Your eyes gazed out at the universe in wisdom and innocence, enraptured by the overwhelming beauty and life that stretched out before you. Your dove fluttered in front of you and holding your hands out, you let her land on your joined fingers. She was your companion your creators had gifted to you, she would represent you, be your sigil, be your closest friend. Cradling her light body in one hand, you stroked a finger over her head and down her soft grey back speckled with black. She cooed at you and leaned into your shift, her black eyes closing in contentment. Already you could feel the bond you shared with her. While you stroked your companion, you felt a shiver run across your shoulders. You looked up into the vastness of space, feeling Mother Time and Father Night. 

They did not need to speak physical words to convey their message to you. You had a job that they were entrusting you with, the entire reason for your creation after so many eons of on seven Endless. You were to personify the one natural force that life could not exist without. It was a daunting task but you, in your newborn state, were ready to take on such a task. As your creators drew back to return to their duties, you felt a ripple of energy and then the blossom of seven powers much like your own. Your predecessors had arrived. Holding your dove close to your body, you slowly turned around, your bare feet sliding across space rocks and rubble. The seven Endless, eons older than you, were lined up in order by creation. The oldest, Destiny, spoke to you first. 

“We welcome you, sister,” Destiny had a kind voice and was draped in cloth, his face covered. You knew he could not see but he still had sight and saw the possibilities of everything. “To the beginning of the endless and all that you may bring to creation.” He was wise and all-knowing, a heavy burden you could feel.

“Come now brother, you don’t need to be so formal and mystique,” Death interjected, kind brown eyes looking at you with softness. She held so much life behind her eyes, despite the very task she was made for. 

“Mystique? It’s rather amusing, actually,” Desire cooed, their golden eyes washing over your form and to the little dove you held against your bosom. “Our parents appear to have made such a fragile and innocent Endless, how are you to help creation?” You remained silent to their provoking words. “Will you not speak little dove? Surely we aren’t that terrifying.” Your head tilted to the side in curiosity as the older siblings proceeded to chide Desire for attempting to pick on you. Desire merely rolled their golden eyes. 

“Dawn has been made as Mother Night and Father Time bid, Desire,” Destiny called out, shifting his grasp on the book chained to his wrist. “We shall leave our new sibling to her new realm.” The siblings bid their farewells, giving you curious last looks for your lack of speech. As Desire prepared to return to their realm, a voice broke the silence in a sweet almost intangibly beautiful lit. 

“Tell me, Desire,” You spoke, your eyes focused on Desire as the rest of the siblings turned around in surprise. Gently, you moved your hands away from your body and held out the one holding your dove within. “What is life without hope?” Your dove soared from your hands into the blanket of deep space, speckled heather gray wings stretched out. As flower petals started to swirl around the skirt of your shift, you gave Desire the briefest of smiles, your eyes glowing with the embers of your true power. Then you disappeared in a swirl of flower petals and stardust, leaving behind the nest of lavender and stars you had been born in. 

To the surprise of their siblings, Desire let out a genuine laugh and smiled deviously. 

“Well, what do you know? She has a backbone after all. What fun she’ll be,” They mused with sly rhetoric. A red shimmer surrounded Desire. “I like her already, I wonder what other surprises Dawn holds behind those innocent eyes of hers.” Destiny, Death, and Dream were the last to leave and the three oldest siblings exchanged looks. 

“It is troubling that Desire has taken a liking to our newest sibling.” Death commented softly, looking to Destiny. Destiny did not immediately reply, his mind absorbed in the endless futures of the newest edition to the small family. 

“Hmm, sibling, I do not believe… not purpose, hope…” He trailed off, his mind fully entranced in the future and possibilities of Dawn of the Endless. Dream and Death watched as he walked away disappearing in a fade.

“Do you think that Desire shall tempt her?” Dream asked, addressing his remaining sibling. Death considered what she had witnessed and what she could feel from their new sibling. 

“I believe that it is far too early to assume anything about Dawn, for we do not know who she is as an Endless, what she is like, or what she is capable of. We all could feel the immense power Mother and Father placed within her… only time shall tell.” A troublesome thought, Dream considered as he returned himself to his realm, questing the intersection of dreams and hopes. He was sure that out of the siblings, you would have the most interaction with him. After all, what was life, what were dreams, without hope?

Your realm was called The Gardens, but unlike the eldest Endless, yours was not a labyrinth. No, your realm was the epitome of all beauty found within a garden. Lofting waterfalls, endless woodlands, lakes, rivers, and oceans, and homes made from the trunks of trees. At the very heart rested the citadel, your home. It was a sprawling stone fortress that looked overgrown with trees and vines… but make no mistake, the flora was the very lifeblood of your home and was the brick and mortar that held the space together. In total, your realm housed a culmination of mythical creatures from those that took shelter within the tallest of trees, to those that slept in the deepest depths of the ocean, only surfacing when the moon was at its peak. You rather liked having the creatures mortals only dreamed of, inhabiting your realm, it made it extra special. 

You had surrounded yourself with dryads to take care of the living gardens that popped up sporadically within the citadel, and they also helped you keep track of the growing count of hopes that appeared within your library. With each passing year, the numbers grew exponentially and you were well busy. The hopes that the precious humans had were Endless. You supposed that is what gave them their charm. 

“… remind you that the spring flooding in the Flowering Wetlands has, once again, displaced several Will-o'-the-wisp families, three Naiad families, and—“ Rita passed to look at the scroll in her hand, her green finger running down the list. “Ah, yes, the Jengu has decided to make home in the papyrus again, farming has been… difficult. Bezia, I think her name is?”

Pausing in your efforts to prune the over-growing vine of ivy vines within the heart of your citadel, you looked at the stressed Ruta, your head handmaiden. 

“Take a group of handmaidens to reconstruct the flooded homes, I’ll talk with Bezia. I’m sure there is something we can do about her residency” You told her, returning your pruning clippers to the basket of garden tools. The skirt of your dress swirled around your bare feet as you approached Ruta and looked at the scroll in her hands. The spring floods caused mayhem each and every year, but the residents of the Flowering Wetlands refused to live anywhere else. You had no issue with that and were glad to help rebuild what got ruined every year… but Bezia the Jengu, or swamp mermaid, repeatedly used the flooding to take residence in the papyrus fields. You couldn’t have that because it impeded parchment production for the library… but you couldn’t exactly remove Bezia from what made her happy. 

“I see that you have a plan, my lady?” Ruta questioned with a knowing smile. You smiled back and looked up at the sky that shone in the open courtyard

“I’ll be back soon, expect the realm to tremble with change anew,” You spoke over your shoulder, flower petals and stardust swirling around you. Your dove cooed overhead seconds before you and her disappeared. Your journey to the Flowering Wetlands only took seconds and soon you were standing knee-deep within muddy waters, floating plants and flowers surrounding you. Your dove cooed and fluttered down to your shoulder. Scanning the papyrus around you, you spotted a glimmer of a green tail before it disappeared beneath the water. “Bezia?” You called, slowly walking towards the Jengu. 

You spotted the mischievous Jengu watching you from the shallow waters, swimming between the papyrus plants and never staying in one spot. 

“Bezia, I wish to speak to you, will you not pause in your mischief merry-making?” You called out. There was another splash, and you saw her tail flick a couple of plants before she popped out of the water in front of you. The dark-skinned Jengu eyed you wearily, her tail swishing about in nervous energy. “You can’t keep taking residence among the papyrus fields, Bezia, we need them for the library.” Her facial features scrunched in distaste.

“The papyrus fields are the best home to have, my lady, the salt water chafes my skin and the freshwater doesn’t feel right on my fins,” Bezia replied, flashing you her pointed teeth. Your eyes flickered around you, observing the papyrus fields.

“Which is why I shall make an extension to the Flowering Wetlands to provide you with a home you may take residence in year-round.” You explained to her, a kind expression on your face. “I do not wish for the residents of my realm to feel not at home, that includes you Bezia.” 

The Jengu regarded you carefully, assessing to see if you spoke the truth. Then she nodded. With your eyes sparking to life, you looked to the heavens of your realm and raised your arms, shifting and molding the nearby landscape to stretch and bend, expand and reform. Muddy water sloshed against your dress, staining the white fabric as you worked. When you were done, there was a winding path through the papyrus fields that led to a new grove. In that grove were twisting vines and flowers that wove halls and rooms, a perfect home for any Jengu that further sought home. Bezia’s eyes glowed with happiness, and without a thank you or word, she swam her way to the newly made grove with the excitement of a child. 

You smiled, knowing that she would be much happier now that she had a place to call her own. Raising your eyes to the heavens of your realm, you spent a moment enjoying the nice breeze breaking through the heat of early summer. While you were closing your eyes and feeling the soft gales caressing your body, you felt a summons. 

Dawn, I stand in my gallery and I hold your sigil. I request permission to visit your realm to speak with you on a matter regarding recent dreams. 

You blinked and your lips parted as you exhaled. You could see in your mind's eye that he held an ivory dove in his hands, his starlit eyes staring down into the carved sigil. 

As long as my gates remain open, Dream, you are free to visit me however you shall design. My gates welcome you, you may meet me in my courtyard, I will be but a moment. 

You felt Dream acknowledge your words and enter your realm, his presence emerging within your palace walls. His presence always made you feel more connected to the Waking World. While you carried their hopes, Dream carried their dreams, and together you made dreams come true. Blinking out of your inner thoughts, you looked down at your soiled dress. It wasn’t completely ruined… so gripping the part of it that was mud-stained, you began ripping the hem. Your dress hem was torn to your knees by the time you decided you were satisfied with your work. Wiping your damp palms on the skirt of your dress, you focused on transporting yourself back to the citadel. Ruta will be happy to know that Bezia would no longer be a problem among the papyrus fields. 

Walking barefoot down a hallway you spotted Ruta speaking with Zinnia, the dryad who was in charge of keeping the rooms tidy and neat. In other words, making sure that the plants that intertwined with the castle didn’t get overzealous in their growth.

“My lady,” The dryads echoed as you approached them. Ruta peered at you with a knowing look. 

“I take it out papyrus problem is no more?” You smiled and bowed your head.

“A minor adjustment to the realm was all that was needed, Ruta. There was no malignancy behind Bezina’s actions.” Ruta bobbed her head and drew a line through a point in her checklist. 

“I thought so, I have a few more items to sort out within the Forest of Songs… but I can do that by myself. I believe Lord Dream is waiting for you within your courtyard?” 

“Yes, we have business,” You confirmed, your eyes lifting to the hall that led to the inner sanctum of the palace. “Please contact me if you run into any more problems, Ruta.”

“Of course my lady,” Ruta replied before she and Zinnia bid their farewells and departed. You resumed your course to your courtyard, walking beneath the curtained waterfall that flowed at all four entrances of the open space. At your footfalls, Dream, who had been standing and observing the pond in the very center of the courtyard, turned around. His eyes met yours, then widened when he took in your state. 

“Apologies for my state of dress, I was assisting with the spring floods within the Flowering Wetlands and it gets… muddy this year,” You said in a soft explanation. Dream’s lips twitched at your words. “You said you had a matter of recent dreams you wished to speak of? How may I help you?” 

Date Published: 1/16/23

Last Edit: 1/16/23

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