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I wonder if on some level, Rhaenyra’s resentment of Alicent is because she feels that her mother is being replaced. Not just in the sense that Alicent is marrying her father and quite literally replacing her a Queen, but also in the sense that Alicent is able to provide Viserys with heirs, something that Aemma had a notoriously difficult time trying to do. Obviously Rhaenyra is already upset when the betrothal is announced, because her best friend is marrying her father so soon after her mother’s death, but I think the fact that Alicent gives Viserys a son so soon just puts salt in the wound. From the time Rhaenyra was born up until her mother’s death, her parents attempts to have a heir, and the loss of children and pregnancies, would have been almost a constant in her life. I don’t think she really got used to the pain and grief it would have caused her mother, but I think she accepted the idea that if her parents ever did have a son, it would be the result of blood and sacrifice and years upon years of trying and failing. Then when her mother dies along with the heir her father was so set on having, it’s kind of a double blow to her, because she has not only lost her mother and newborn brother, but the one thing her mother had been trying to do for Rhaenyra’s whole life, give Viserys an heir, she hadn’t been able to do, even in death. So I think to Rhaenyra it might have seemed like her mothers sacrifice and death were all for nothing, and obviously this is going to make her pretty upset. Then Viserys married her best friend and relatively soon after (I’m not quite sure about the timings,) she gives him a son, and while I don’t want to disparage Alicent’s suffering, especially when it comes to having her children so young, I think that to Rhaenyra, the fact that her mother suffered years of miscarriages, stillbirths, and dead babies, and then died in childbirth and still couldn’t give Viserys a son, only for his new wife to give him a son pretty quickly, might seem almost like a mockery of her mother. I don’t think Rhaenyra blamed Alicent for having a son, I just think that she’s hurt that after all her mother went through, her best friend does a “better” (better in the eyes of the realm,) job of being Queen than she did. I don’t this this was at the forefront of her mind when she thought about Alicent, but it think it would have been somewhere in the back of her mind and would subtly have helped contribute to her resentment and the souring of her and Alicents relationship.
This isn’t to say that Alicent didn’t suffer at all, because obviously marriage to a man literally old enough to be her father, years of marital rape, and having children when she’s still almost a child is horrible and traumatic. This is just a look into some of the things that might have gone on in Rhaenyra’s mind at the time and how it relates to her relationship with Alicent.
Guys I miss Daemyra
if i had to describe the rhaenicent reunion:
Rhaenyra had two big mistakes in her pre-rule that weren't her fault.
Her father not leaving insurance for his other children: I mean, I will always support that Rhaenyra had Jaehaerys' widowhood law aside (since the fandom uses Andal and the advice of 101 for the greens) but also where she would put Alicent, where Her brothers and her children would stay, this was not something Rhaenyra had to worry about, THIS IS VISERYS' OBLIGATION
Death Laenor, Laenor was of a lower position than Rhaenyra, but he provided something that not even a thousand armies and dragons could: security for his children. He was the main "wrongee", he was the one who would support the Driftmark government for the Strong children. He was the blood union of him and a loyal dragon of the Velaryon house. He blames himself on the lover, maybe Daemon's fault. But without a doubt it was a cruel move of fate towards Rhaenyra (I will ignore the series that has a thousand and one contradictions on both sides, and not even Daemyra well done)
It is incredible that not even the heir to the throne is saved from the very corrupt dynamics of that family and the Targaryen conditioning with women.
i am annoyed. at how often i am forced to see people dunk on daemon for constantly going after teenage girls who somehow turn this into rhaenyra being privileged by his pursuit of her. if daemon is a groomer, we do understand that means rhaenyra is a victim of grooming then, yes??
The three black brides of Maegor I Targaryen.
They all lost their previous husbands to war against Maegor himself
we won so fucking bad. rhaenicent matching scars, emma implying that rhaenicent were intimate with each other, and rhaenyra and mysaria kissing all in one night. this food is so fucking good
Modern au: When the Storm Breaks
Pairings: Jacaerys Targaryen/Cregan Stark, Rhaenyra Targaryen/Harwin Strong, Rhaenys Targaryen/Corlys Velaryon
Cregan and Jace have been married for a couple years when tragedy strikes. Jace's brother, Luke, is killed in a car accident. From the moment they got the news, Jace barely cries. He buries himself into being strong for his family and planning Luke's funeral. Cregan stays by his side the whole time, trying his best to help. Everyone is worried Jace is carrying too much on his shoulders and that he's going to explode soon. Their fears become reality when Jace has a full-blown mental breakdown at the funeral. Jace's family and his husband rally around him. Afterwards he apologizes for making a scene. Everyone tells him that he has every right to upset and that he doesn't have to be strong all the time.
(cw: character death, graphic language, grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms)
Notes: This takes place in modern day New York. Rhaenyra and Harwin are married. Aegon III and Viserys II are Harwin's sons, but they get their looks from Rhaenyra. All the age gaps are closed in this story. Cregan and Jace are the same age, Rhaenyra and Harwin are only like 3 or 4 years apart. Laena is Rhaenyra's best friend here not Alicent, because I didn't want to touch that situation. Helaena is the only green that makes an appearance because I love her. Laenor and Daemon also aren't mentioned in this story. Do with that what you will.
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Jacaerys Targaryen and Cregan Stark had built a life together that was rooted in love, trust, and mutual support. They met in college, when Jace was getting his MBA and Cregan was getting a bachelor’s degree in architecture. Until then, neither of them had believed in love at first sight, but in that moment, love was the only thing that came to mind. They dated all throughout college, receiving their respective degrees with honors. Jace’s parents, Rhaenyra and Harwin, threw a grand graduation party at their home. However, Jace was the only one unaware that this party was also an engagement party. Once everyone important to them had arrived, Cregan got down on one knee and asked Jace to make him the happiest man in the world. Jace accepted with tears in his eyes. Their wedding was a sight to behold, a perfect blend of extravagance and sentiment. They vowed to be there for each other for every moment of their lives, no matter how painful. After four years of marriage, they had faced their share of challenges, but none had been as shattering as the phone call that came one quiet evening.
Jace was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, while Cregan relaxed on the couch, engrossed in a book. The shrill ring of Jace's phone broke the silence. It was from Baela, Jace's favorite cousin. Jace and Baela were very close, but they hadn’t spoken in a while, feeling they didn’t have much to share with each other. When she called out of nowhere, Jace thought she had something exciting to tell him.
“Hey Baela, how are you?” He answered cheerfully.
“Hi Jace.” Baela said, her voice shaking, barely above whisper.
“Is everything okay?” There was silence on the other end.
Cregan could sense the tension and looked from his book. “Who’s that baby?”
Jace moved the food off the stove and walked over. “It’s Baela,” he whispered.
“Is that Cregan?” She asked in an abrupt manner.
“Yeah.” Jace said.
“Can you put the phone on speaker, you both need to hear this.”
Jace did as he was asked, placing his phone on the coffee table, “Okay, Baela what going on, you’re kind of scaring me now.”
Baela took a deep breath before continuing, "Jace, it's about Luke.”
“What about Luke?” Jace asked, fear washing over him.
They could hear Baela start to cry on the other end, “There…There’s been….. an accident. I’m so sorry Jace. He's... he's gone."
Jace’s breath hitched. He and his husband sat there frozen, Baela’s soft cries coming from below them.
“What? What happened?” Jace questioned. The room seemed to close in around them as the reality of the situation sunk in.
“He… he was driving home for a visit when .... a truck sideswiped him. He hit a wall and…. first responders couldn’t get to him in time.”
Jace could hear Baela talking to them. He could feel his husband grab his hand. But all of that seemed to fade away with the thoughts whirling through his mind.
"I'm so sorry, Jace," Cregan whispered, his heart aching for his husband.
Jace sat frozen once again, his eyes were unfocused. He didn't cry, didn't scream. He just nodded and took a deep breath.
"What about my parents? Do they know yet?"
“We’re at their house right now. My mom was with yours when she got the call. They didn’t know how to tell you so I offered to do it. They’re…. heartbroken, but we’re here to help them.”
“Thank you.” Jace muttered.
“That goes for you too, if you need anything, please come to us Jace.”
“Okay. Goodbye Baela.”
“Bye.”
Crega pulled Jace into a tight hold. “I’m so sorry baby.” He offered. But Jace shifted in his arms, pulling back. He looked as if he were in some sort of trance.
“I need to get home.” He announced. “My family needs me.”
The days that followed were a blur of grief and responsibility. From the moment they got the news, Jace seemed to switch into autopilot. He threw himself into planning Luke's funeral, his focus solely on being the pillar of strength his family needed. He promised his parents that they didn’t have to worry about anything while he was there. He coordinated with funeral directors, arranged flowers, and meticulously chose every detail, ensuring that his brother would be honored in the best way possible.
Cregan watched his husband with growing concern. Jace was handling everything with a stoic determination that bordered on obsessiveness. He knew Jace was hurting, but he seemed unwilling or unable to express his grief. Every time Cregan tried to talk to him about it, Jace would deflect, insisting that there was too much to do.
"Jace, honey, you need to slow down and let yourself grieve, let yourself feel something," Cregan urged one evening, gently touching his arm. "It's okay to cry, to be upset."
Jace shook his head, his expression resolute. "I don't have time for that, Cregan. My family needs me." That phrase had become Jace’s mantra over the last week. At night, he would lie awake, staring at the ceiling, while Cregan held him, hoping that the physical closeness would provide some sort of comfort.
Jace's family was just as worried. At first, Rhaenyra was eternally grateful for her son's strength at this terrible time. But she quickly realized what was happening to her son, her whole body flooded with guilt. She and Harwin both expressed their concerns to Cregan privately. "He's carrying too much," Rhaenyra said one evening, her voice thick with worry. "I'm afraid he's going to break."
The day of the funeral arrived, a gray, overcast morning that seemed to mirror the heavy hearts of all who gathered. Jace was impeccably dressed in a black suit, his expression set in a mask of calm control. Cregan stood by his side, offering silent support.
The service was beautiful and heart-wrenching. Friends and family spoke of Luke's kindness, his bright smile, and the joy he brought to their lives. Jace delivered the eulogy with a steady voice, recounting fond memories and expressing the depth of his love for his younger brother. When he finished, sobs and sniffles could be heard throughout the whole church, but Jace’s face still didn’t falter.
As the service drew to a close, Jace stood by the casket, greeting mourners and accepting their condolences. He was the picture of strength and composure, but Cregan could see the cracks beneath the surface. Each handshake, each hug seemed to chip away at the veneer of control Jace had built around himself.
When everyone proceeded to the burial site, Luke's body was placed over the area where it would be buried and lay forever. As the priest gave final blessing, Jace’s frame stiffened, his breaths shallowed slightly. Cregan was at his side, sensing the shift. He grabbed his husband's hand and started rubbing small circles on his back. He had seen this coming from the beginning. He only hoped now that he could soften the blow, if only a little bit.
It was during the final moments of the burial, as the casket was lowered into the ground, that the storm finally broke. Jace stared at the graveside, the finality of it all crashing down on him. His breathing quickened even more, and he felt a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe.
“No.” Jace shook his head, pleading with every higher power he could think of. “Please, no!” he whimpered, not caring about what people thought about him. The pressure inside him had built up to an unbearable level. "I can't... I can't do this," he gasped, his voice breaking. "He's gone, Cregan! No....please! He can’t be gone!"
The tears finally came then, a torrent of grief and anguish that he had held back for far too long. He lurched forward, falling to the ground, sobs wracking his body. Cregan knelt beside him, wrapping his arms around Jace, holding him as he wailed.
The mourners looked on with a mix of sympathy and understanding. Rhaenys and Corlys took it upon themselves to start herding the funeral guests toward the reception, knowing the best thing for the family was to be alone with each other right now. Rhaenyra and Harwin rushed to Jace's side, their own tears falling freely as they tried to comfort their son. For the first time since the accident, Jace allowed himself to truly feel the depth of his loss. Jace clung to Cregan, his cries growing softer, his screams turning into broken whispers, “Come back…. Luke I’m sorry…. Please come back.”
The four of them sat like that for a while. Everyone else had gone, Laena had taken Jace’s other brothers to the reception, giving them time to just worry about Jace. Thirty minutes felt like a lifetime. Jace felt like he had cried away all the tears he had left, a terrible headache was brewing in the back of his skull. He picked up his head and looked around, realizing they were alone. “We should go to the reception now. They’re probably waiting for us.” He groaned, rubbing his burning eyes.
Rhaenyra cupped her son's face gently, "Jace, you don't have to go. Everyone will understand."
Harwin nodded in agreement, "We're all hurting, son. And you’ve already done so much. If you just want to go home, it’s alright.”
Jace looked to his husband for the answer. Cregan looked at him lovingly, saying, “I’ll do whatever you want, baby.”
Jace thought for a moment, “I think we should go.” He decided.
“Are you sure?” Cregan asked.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
The reception was a blur for Jace. He felt exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Many people came to him again, offering even more condolences and asking if he was alright. He assured everyone that he was feeling much better now, but the ache in his heart and the pounding in his head were creeping up on him again. He wondered why he even bothered coming. Just then Helaena came up to him with a gentle smile.
“Hi Jace.” She spoke softly
“Hi Helaena.”
She looked at him as if she was trying to speak a language she didn’t know. She quickly gave up on words and held her arms out to him. He took them gratefully. After a full day of words and tears, her silent comfort somehow surpassed it all. Helaena often struggled with words, but in her touch was a power no one else in that room possessed. In that moment, Jace felt all of his pain melt away. For a split second, he felt whole again. He felt the one thing that had been missing since Baela called him that night, hope. They stayed like that for a little while. Jace breathed in her soothing herbal scent, finally feeling a sense of healing take fold.
“Thank you so much Helaena.”
“For what”
“For being exactly what I need right now.”
Helaena smiled kindly and then left. Eventually everyone cleared out, leaving just the family. As they sat on the couch together, Jace struggled to come to terms with his outburst at the funeral. In hindsight, he felt embarrassed and ashamed for breaking down in front of everyone. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to make a scene."
Rhaenyra held him in her arms, her eyes filled with compassion. "Jace, you have nothing to apologize for. You lost your brother, not even a month ago. You have every right to grieve. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me. I never should have let you take on all that by yourself."
Harwin nodded in agreement. "Neither of us should have, Jace. We're a family, and we should support each other. You don't always have to be strong for everyone."
Cregan held his hand, his voice gentle but firm. "You've been carrying so much, sweetheart. It's time to let others carry some of that weight with you. We're all here for you now." He pressed a feather-light kiss to Jace’s temple.
Jace looked around at his family, seeing the love and support in their eyes. He realized then that he didn't have to bear his grief alone. He didn't have to be the pillar of strength all the time. It was okay to lean on those who loved him. He felt tears come to his eyes again, but this time he let them flow freely. He grabbed on to his mother’s waist and cried slow, soft tears. Rhaenyra did the same until they both fell asleep in that position, their pain and exhaustion finally ceasing for the time being.
Harwin and Cregan shared a knowing look before carefully unraveling the two and picking them up bridal style. Harwin couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the last time he held his wife this way. She had gotten too tipsy at a party and passed out in the car on the ride home. They were so young then, before the children, before their lives had truly begun.
Cregan thought about the last time he held his husband this way. They had just gotten married. Jace was about to open the door to their apartment, when Cregan scooped him up and carried him across the threshold. It was a silly moment filled with laughter and so much love. They were still young, but Cregan knew from the moment they met, that he was going to spend the rest of his time on Earth and then some with the man sleeping in his arms.
They carried their spouses up the stairs and laid them down on their respective beds. With the softest touch they remove as much of their uncomfortable funeral attire as they could before laying down next to them. They knew in the morning the pain would hit all over again, but for now they enjoyed this moment of peace in the eye of the storm.
„Mother, are you one of them queers?”
The Innocent Dragon
What if the history had been changed?
What if there is more to the Aegon's prophecy?
What if the Dance of dragons never took place?
What if the union of King Viserys and Alicent Hightower never took place? what if Rhaenyra Targaryen had a Older sister who was kept hidden in the palace by the Targaryen family due to her innocent soul and ethereal face?
What if she was finally introduced to the realm only to be betrothed to the rogue Prince who had his eyes on her from the beginning?
Read "The Innocent Dragon" to know all the answers to these questions.
Aesthetic Part One Part two Part three
Part four Part five
@rosecentury @queenbrownie18
Aegon watching his toddler children fighting in the rings: 😄
Aegon after listening to a poor farmer that lost his sheep: 😢
You know that metal thing that Aegon used to beat up a guy? I would give my left tit for it to be publicly shoved up Criston Cole’s asshole.
I’m WELL aware that Ser Gwayne is a Hightower, but anyone who looks that hot and insults Crispy Cole that quickly I’m incredibly open to the possibility of overlooking his Greenness
SHES BACK!! MY LOVE IS BACK!! IT WAS FOR TWO SECONDS BUT SHES BACK!!
“That castle is more crippled than I am”
“Perhaps you might place a feather pillow over his head and speed along your inheritance”
“Are you afraid?” “Worse. I’m rational”
THE ONE LINERS THIS EPISODE ARE SO OUT OF POCKET
The screams I screamed when Cole fell down and the cries I cried when he got back up were of biblical proportions
My girl Syrax said “you ain’t going NOWHERE without me” 😤😤😤
Everyone’s saying the fandom ate well tonight but can we be real and say that VERMITHOR ate the best??
My pookie 🥰