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L-R: Rhaena - Daena - Elaena
three maidens in the tower
Rhaena and Naerys praying in front of a statue of the Maiden, commissioned by naerysthinker on twt <3
The princesses in the tower
The Three Heads of the Dragon: Part 2
by nataa.draws on instagram
from left to right: Queen Naerys, King Aegon IV, and Prince Aemon (1); Septa Rhaena, Princess Elaena, and Princess Daena (2); Princess Daenerys, King Daeron II, and Ser Daemon Blackfyre (3)
broke my laptop keys, so rhaenicent smut willl not be dropping soon (it was a septa x queen au)
“oh, how quickly she finds the years burned away. in this light, they’re just girls again. hungry and wanting, desperate for something more.
alicent exhales, outstretched her pinky, her body pin straight. rhaenyra’s stare is heavy. but her touch, the brush of her skin against alicent’s, is undoing. warmed by the flicker of a thousand candles, the queen almost begs for forgiveness.
‘don’t.’ the septa says, pulling away. the years build again. no longer girls, but women. who have made their choices, who will rot away for them.
‘of course.’ her eyes trail from the fire to the moth, clocked in gray, eyes clouded. ‘nyra’
her eyes cut to alicent, mouth thinned as if waiting to be struck. something claws inside of her chest. guilt and anger and want and desperation. but rhaenyra’s sharp stare is the same as any prey, a begging of mercy. who has made her this way? the gods or, alicent stare falls to her own hands unable to bare the realization, the queen.
“i know.’
rhaenyra anger is hot. it burns against her skin. alicent waits for the lashing of tongues, for the rightful ire she has deserved, and the want is nearly masochistic. entirely filled of self loathed greed. a silent prayer, unspoken. make me innocent. make me innocent. make me innocent.
‘may the gods bless you and your reign, your highness.’ the septa says, blowing her candle out, standing from the altar, ‘and all you have done to secure it.’
‘rhaenyra—‘
‘unless you order me to stay.’ a dare. a challenge. a mockery. ‘i’m wanted elsewhere.’
wanted. after all these years, she was still well versed on how to burrow under alicent’s skin. it’s a well placed itch the queen has desperately missed.
—two slow dancers [last ones out] [wip]
when alicent speaks again, there is nothing royal about it. just the broken infliction, her mind a loop of wanting.
“more. more. more.” damn the kingdom, the family, the law. she could feel wetness trail down her legs as her hands entangled in a mess of white hair, trying to pull rhaenyra impossibly closer. it’s immature love making. no ritualistic, mundane quick motion to rush to the end. the disgraced princess is slow with her tongue, sucking against alicent like she wants to tease from her a confession.
there’s a skirt hitched against the altar and knees bruised against cold stone.
—two slow dancers [last ones out] [wip]
another snippet but only because you guys have been kind to the last one. i’ll have it on ao3 as soon as i can, i promise.