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But mostly about DJ Jacaerys who usually dj's at friend's parties and reader who gets invited thanks to a friend of hers.

They're both at college so some drinking is involved, reader is mostly the one drinking because she's just there to have fun with her friends.

And then, Jace notices her. She's laughing and dancing so close to the Dj table and he can't help but get a little distracted.

Reader is so distracted and a little tipsy, that she doesn't realize when she ended up in front of the DJ table, just straight up looking at how handsome he is, and how his curls fall perfectly on his shoulders.

Jace smiles at her, dancing and moving at the sound of his own set and it feels like he's dancing with you, you do the same with him.

I know I already said it in the A/N in chapter 2 but I'm beyond grateful for those 100 likes and all the people that took time to read me, thank you so much, hope you keep enjoying my work <3

Jacaerys Velaryon x fem! reader

masterlist. previous. next.

tags. au where Viserys its not that sick, Rhaenyra´s family never left King's Landing and the dance is avoided, strangers to friends to loversish, slowburn.

warnings!. targcest, reader is meant to have silver hair but no other features are mentioned, mentions of childbirth and dead, mentions of blood and typical asoiaf violence, both Jace and reader are aged up (18), slight use of y/n, bastardphobia, misoginy, mentions of rape and sexual abuse. Mentions of throwing up, bodily fluids and curse words

A/N: Hii, second chapter hope it's to your liking, btw thank you so so much for the 100 likes on the last part, I didn't thought I was going to get so much!!!

This was proofread but if you see any grammar mistakes please let me know, also please don't be afraid to leave a comment, feedback is always appreciated <3

It had been weeks now of you staying in inns, of waking even before the sun was totally up and locking yourself with no company in a wheelcar until it was too late at night to keep traveling. But when you woke up in the early morning to reunite with your footman, and knight they had told you that today was your last day traveling, finally. You weren't the only one suffering for sure and even if both the footman and the guard were more used to it than you and Morganite it was sure something exhausting, you had to do your own hair, what a nightmare, you never really reached the back. Also you were sure every inn keeper wanted to kill you for bringing a dragon with you, that was offensive for your baby, she was a delightful Lady too.

The carriage was still on the move when you woke up, the morning light snickering through the window and the sound of clacking horses in your ears as you sat straight to be more comfortable. From the inside of the chariot, blue curtains, white blankets and your blue dress filled the place, everything moving around as you continued down the road, rubbing your eyes to wake you up entirely from your recent sleep. 

You knew your dress wasn't the most comfortable to travel in, adjusting it the moment you woke up to be decent again, but your aunt had said that you had to give a good first impression, spending your last fortnight in the Vale getting you new gowns, shoes and jewelry. She had also forced you to rehearse introductions like you used to do before any diplomatic visit to any other great house in the realm. You had gone through rules of: how to talk, where to stand, who to be comfortable with, and now all woken up, you reached for your water container and started to repeat them all again. 

"You call the Princess, Princess, unless..."

"She gives me permission to be informal with her" you remember how your aunt nodded as she stood in your chambers.

You count with your fingers like you did back then, standing still in your apartments as one of the maids took your measurements for new gowns. Now, you also reach for a piece of the wrapped up bread they had given you for the journey, eating some of it. 

"They say the first three Princes are bastards but we... Don't care, because it's Rhaenyra's blood and that's our family" you whisper to yourself now, chewing and tasting the sweet flavor of the dough “. You smile to the queen and her children and if she doesn't smile back, you keep smiling anyways..."

For a good moment, you thought that this turned out to be a good idea, since you had stopped dreaming as you traveled and your dragon, flying as she followed, seemed to be very happy. You decided to move the curtains over to watch the surroundings, the breeze that entered through the little spaces in the windows made you feel calm, and the little bumps in the road felt more of a welcoming sign than a bother, letting you eat in peace.

“… You thank the king, bow for five times and talk about Morganite and how your sure she’ll be comfortable, show you’re as valuable as them” 

And so, you kept eating and repeating the introductions, practicing smiles until you were sure you had gone through all the rules and reminders and that you wouldn’t forget any of them.

Soon, the bread was over and some time later, the morning breeze turned into an afternoon one and the doors of the city appeared in front of you, and with that, the smell of it. A mix of rotten meat, sweat and shit came over you.

"Gods be good" you said to yourself, a hand quickly holding your nose, as the other clenched your dress.

For a moment you watched the small folk go on about their day like it was the most normal thing ever until you decided to close the curtains to try and repent the smell and to not let them see you gagging, you could only think that they were used to it but since you weren’t you didn’t want to seem rude. You wished you could behave so you could watch the city as you passed through, but it was almost impossible.

Your nose had started to get used to the stink when the carriage stopped, you had arrived to the Red Keep. The tiny door opened to see the knight your aunt had sent with you, Ser Meryas wasn't a man of many words, he had no hair, dark skin, green eyes and a big intimidating beard, and he looked just as disgusted as you.

"Is the odor normal, Ser?" you asked, he just looked at you and nodded.

"I'll recommend getting use to it, my Lady" he extended his hand at you so you could step down.

"Is Morganite safe in the dragon pit?"

"I made sure of that my Lady"

You stepped down imagining you would see the whole family at your arrival as it was costum. You set your shoulders straight and did the practiced smile you always wore when it came to these meetings, Ser Meryas grabbed your hand to let you down of the car and as you stood foot on the floor, you realized there were missing people in the picture, like Princess Rhaenyra and her family alongside King Viserys, and pretty much everyone but the hand you suppose because of the golden sigil on his chest, the Queen and her two sons, a medium height man who looked pale and frigid ─you suppose that's Aegon because he has both eyes─ , a tall boy with a patch in his left eye ─ clearly Aemond─ , and her daughter, a silver haired girl who toyed with her green gown ─that should be Halaena, her only girl─ .

The Queen looked terribly irritated, it might have been the smell, the heat or else, but you had the feeling your presence had something to do about it too, maybe she didn't like being a host, something weird for a Queen but everyone was different alas. The hand looked as every hand should, straight and right, and the Princes and Princess were just there.

"Lady Y/N, what a pleasure it is to have you here with us." why would the hand talk before the Queen? isn't that rude?

Didn't matter, you smiled.

"It is a pleasure to be here, Lord hand, my Queen" the Queen gave you her best smile, that's for sure, then you turned to her kids ", Princes, Princess, grateful to be meeting you."

The princess Halaena gave you an honest smile, she looked quite innocent, dreamy eyes and all, as you turned to the Prince Aegon you discovered the other reason why the Queen seemed so agitated, the man turned around quickly not being given the opportunity to move a lot and ended up throwing up in his grandsires shoes, adding another smell to the occasion.

You turned to the Queen and kept your smile, fidgeting with your rings to avoid what just happened while she changed her entire demeanor, suddenly way more educated than before, more vulnerable and almost nervous.

"I apologize for my son, Lady Y/N" the maids quickly arrived and some guards took Prince Aegon by his shoulders, helping him walk to perhaps, his chambers, you just kept smiling ", breakfast must have done him wrong."

"Sickness affects everyone your Grace, do not fret" awkward silence filled the place again, as if it wasn't enough "... It was quite the calm journey, beautiful views." Princess Halaena just nodded, and Prince Aemond kept on being just there, judging you with his single eye as he had done before with his own brother.

"Great, well I apologize in the name of the King, he was not able to leave his bed chambers today, as he wasn't feeling himself." she didn't say a word about Princess Rhaenyra's absence nor her family's and it felt as if she wouldn't have responded either if you had asked her.

"I´ll have an audience of my own with the King later if he's feeling better then" you had spent your rings at least 20 times in the meantime ", will it be a maid or a guard who would take me to my chambers?" the Queen was most grateful to end the exchange and turn to a maid behind her.

"Please" that was all she had to say.

You bowed your goodbyes and as you walked behind the maid that was supposed to show you the way you wondered if you were an inconvenience for the whole family, perhaps that was the reason they didn't showed up, to show you that your arrival truly didn't matter at all.

Elinda was never one to run, that was an improper trait, something that everyone knew would look terrible in a Lady, but keeping quiet about the recent events was worse, it was treason to her Princess, so she ran. She didn't wait to be announced, didn't say her courtesies and she didn't care about proper words either.

"The Lady arrived, Princess, she just arrived and you weren't there" it was a miracle the whole family had reunited for a meal.

Rhaenyra stood immediately and Jacaerys, always the protector, followed his mother's steps. Daemon kept himself in the chair, a lifted eyebrow, turning his head to see the women.

"Today? Not possible, the letter of her arrival never went through me..." she quickly realized her awful mistake, trusting the message would get to her easily, she pinched the bridge of her nose "Where is she now?"

"On her way to her chambers Princess, perhaps you could catch her on the halls"

Everyone on the table started to stand up: Daemon, Lucerys, Rhaena and little Joffrey who was just imitating his family.

"How is she dressed?"

"A blue gown my princess, silver hair and it's in a half up"

"Joffrey run" she demanded to her little one.

The prince of just ten of age did not hesitate with his mother's orders, pushing his brother Lucerys off the way and splinting through the room to find this mysterious Lady her mother has been talking about for many nights without end, everyone following from behind in their own pace.

He knew the way like the palm of his hand, the boy remembering how his mother had forced everyone she saw to help with the redecoration of the space, adding new curtains, a new bed frame, "oh, perhaps she would enjoy nice new pillows" he remembered she had said one day as they were walking towards the gardens, changing their plans for the evening.

He ran through the hallways passing rooms and people, feeling his feet getting tired and sweat on his forehead when he finally saw you, a tray of silver hair, a knight following you and Queen Alicent's maid walking down the hall, he could only scream.

"MY LADY! MY LADY WAIT!" you turned around immediately, the sound of his high pitched voice startling you "MOMMY I FOUND HER!"

You caught a glimpse of dark curls running to you the moment you stopped, his hands flying through the air to alert you of his arrival and his little feet often trying to keep him up.

"My lady, I'm prince Joffrey Velaryon, my mother and family are on their way please do not leave." he sounded deeply tired that you were not surprised his next movement would be throwing himself on the floor, a smile on his face.

"My prince" you got close to him in a hurry, checking over ", do you find yourself okay?" he nodded.

Sounds of many feet interrupted your questioning, and as you lifted your head, you swore you saw a ghost.

You were prepared for this, this was the reason you decided to come for: to find your family, to be with them, to actually know, and yet, it came almost as a surprise how much you could see of your own mother in the Princess, you couldn't even find the words to introduce yourself and maybe it really was rude of you but you forgot everyone else to pay deeply attention on the way you could, for a moment, remember your mother's whole face.

"Lady Y/N, I deeply apologize for the late arrival, there were some misunderstandings and... I'm deeply sorry." after she stopped, Rhaenyra also got a good look at you.

You're young, of course, and she has known about you for a long time but she was so busy, she had been so stressed, and now, in front of you, oh how she missed you, or at least the features that adorned you, like the way your nose was too much like her mother's, or how the blue in your dress fitted you the way it fitted her.

"Princess, don't even worry, I... Well thank you for finding me." she took one step towards you and then a lot more others to find you in a hug.

And she smelled not like the city, thank the Gods. You imitated her, placing your head on her shoulder for a second before you both pulled away, her hands were as soft as her smile and her eyes who scanned you were too much like the one's you used too look at before going to bed.

"It is amazing to have you here, cousin. Please, let me introduce you to my family" she let you go and you could only follow with your eyes, your words snatched from your mouth.

Prince Daemon was first, his daughter: princess Rhaena after as she was next to him, then came prince Lucerys, then the one you already knew: little prince Joffrey, and her eldest for last: Jacaerys, who examined you from head to toe, gentler than prince Aemond and far more curious than him, he was a sight.

The prince seemed to carry himself with strict rules and you could easily see why the rumors followed him so easily as you admired his dark curls falling perfectly on his shoulders, but that was it. He looked every bit of his mother's son and how the perfect heir of an heir is supposed to look like: severe, serious, smart, the perfect prince, the perfect son and... He just looked like it, you quickly turned to everyone else.

"I also have Aegon and Viserys, they're on the nursery as of now, and Daemon has another daughter: Baela, she's Rhaena's twin but she lives on Driftmark with Princess Rhaenys"

His mother kept talking and Jacaerys was doubtful —even paranoid— about your arrival, about what had brought you here with them and why, after so many years of never knowing about you and you perhaps not caring at all about them. But he had the right to, right? What assured him that you weren't there trying to question his mother's claim like everyone else does? and what about his own? Maybe the true problem was that you didn't look as scheming as he thought you would, and that he truly never talked to a lady that wasn't his own sisters.

He watches you carefully, just like he does everything else, he sees how you have the same stress habit as his mom: your fingers fidgeting with your rings, how your eyes often turn to Rhaenyra, then at your sides, and sometimes him and his siblings. How your face falls, how you scrunch your nose often and the little circles beneath your eyes that make you seem awfully tired, and of course, he was still a bit suspicious about your sudden appearance but that didn’t meant you had to keep standing.

“Mother” everyone turned to him “, i bet the Lady is tired, we should let her rest.”

Prince Daemon held his wife by the shoulders then turned to look at you with a crooked smile, a funny one that softened but stayed put.

"I know you're happy but the kid is right, let's lead her to her chambers and maybe she would like some tea or cider later." Rhaenyra sighed, her hands from her skirts to touch your hair.

"Yes, of course, I apologize again for..."

"No, it's all okay, I do wish to rest but it was no inconvenience."

"I'll take you" you soon realized that the maid had left some time ago and the only one waiting for you was Ser Meryas, standing as he should.

You bowed out of respect to the rest and Daemon took them by the shoulders to leave you alone with Rhaenyra, whispering something in Prince Jacaery's ear before he decided to turn around and follow his step father.

As they left, Rhaenyra held a hand in your back, softly leading you through the rest of the missing halls, you noticed that inside the Red Keep it didn't smell like all those horrid combinations, you walked smelling scented candle wax and even when the air moved your hair it felt fresher from the top, you didn't think much of it because it was obvious, this was the home of the king and his children, no one would let them smell the dirty air of the city.

"I've said this many times but I don't think they are enough" Rhaenyra spoke with a calm pace, always so distinctive ", but I am happy you're here, I cannot believe I have lost time to know you"

You smiled, trying to hide your embarrassed face, "I have been failing to know you too, Princess."

"Cousin it is, that's what we are."

The journey didn't take much after that, there were more rooms around you and a castle balcony near where you could perfectly see Blackwater bay, what a beautiful place they had given you for sure.

"I took my time to decorate the room, I hope it's to your liking, the only one who was a helping hand was Princess Rhaena, she's your age and knows more about a young Lady's fashion than I do."

And when the doors opened you were sure Princess Rhaena had such a fine taste, curtains with golden embroidery decorated two big windows like the one's you had back in the Eyrie, a carved bed frame from what you supposed was mahogany with dragons on it decorated with a beautiful light blue canopy, a wholesome vanity and chair with the same wood that the bed was made of, a big space with a big cupboard and a marble table in the middle of it, "to break your fast" Rhaenyra had said.

"This is such a wonderful place P-cousin, thank you." Rhaenyra enjoyed watching your pleased face as you captured everything in sight.

"It is yours to enjoy, I should let you lie now"

"Well uh, what about the King? I haven't gotten a chance to say hello to him, the Queen said he was sick." you asked before Rhaenyra left, she turned with a curious look but did not ask.

"I'll have someone bring you to him later, I bet he's asleep" she said, grabbing your hands in between her own ". You like gardens right?" and you nodded, she then smiled.

"Wonderful, we will be taking tea later, or wine if you prefer so, I'll make a welcome picnic just for you after your visit with the King."

"Oh, you don't have to..."

"Oh, but I will, so get yourself comfortable."

And she left. Looking around you wondered what type of thing you could do now, there were still boxes with your personal stuff around the room so you could use your time making everything to your liking, you could sleep again, or read something, what about start an embroidery? You thought two times before heading for a quill, ink and a parchment and sitting in the vanity, finding it way more comfortable than it looked.

Dear aunt Jayne:

I know it has been not long at all but I write to you because it's an emergency and I have to take care of it, I hope this letter finds you soon enough to not make my suffering too long.

Please send as fast as you can all the Dornish scented oils, perfumes and candle's I left behind because I thought I wouldn't need them, I was wrong and I know you told me so but I do not care about my pride at all right now, I need them.

Princess Rhaenyra is very kind and my room is up to my expectations, I hope you're doing just fine, missing you.

With love: your sweet niece, Y/N.

You folded the paper and took the wax to heat in one of the candles near the table, you had to change the sigil in which you sealed your letters now, it had to change from a blue to a red, from an eagle to the three headed dragon, but that was for tomorrow you had no time to lose right now, it was something urgent.

And then you wondered, where in the seven hells could you sent this raven, had yours arrived yet? because you were always a very busy woman. You turned to look at the full body mirror on the side, will Morganite be okay? she had never hunted her own food, will they make her do that here? She doesn't like it.

You left the letter in the table and turned to the bed, throwing yourself in it which was an amazing choice, the mattress was every persons dream and if you ever felt like exaggerating, throwing yourself in it would be a wonderful experience. You closed your eyes but nothing happened, you didn't fall asleep, so you decided it was time to open them again, tracing the canopy and its careful details with your eyes as the hours passed and the sun moved behind the windows.

You wondered what your friends back in the Vale are doing now, Adrianne is probably out watching the sheep while Ellya giggles and spins her hair to the sheep boy, you would've been there with Morganite too, watching them from the skies, would they let you fly often like you did? You also thought about your aunt and how is she managing things now, its not like your irreplaceable, but you were very good at your job supporting her. How will it be working with Rhaenyra? is the job of the heir to the iron throne heavier? she seems so calm. And what about Prince Daemon? he didnt seem too bloody but that's something you can find out later, oh and you should thank Princess Rhaena for her input, this was a beautiful place... ugh, you were starting to get hungry. Oh and Ser Meryas, he said something to your aunt about how he had to report himself to the Kings guard after being sure you were safe in your apartments so he probably was doing that, what about Rhaenyra's kids? what if they hate you? Should you write to princess Rhaenys because...

A knock on the door. You sat up quickly and soon realized that it was time for the meeting you were going to have with the king, a maid or a guard, maybe Ser Meryas, were to take you, you stood up looking at yourself in the mirror, brushing out the imperfections of your dress and hair, grabbing the letter you just wrote in the way. Another knock sounded as you walked to the door now.

You opened the door with a smile that vanished from the surprise of the one requesting you, Prince Jacaerys had a fist up to knock on your door again, putting it down immediately when he saw you standing in front of him.

"My mother said I should take you to the King and then to the gardens." he sounded so sure of himself, It was an interesting thing, he was just going to guide you.

"Of course my prince, I'll follow"

The walk was uncomfortable since it started, he eyed you from time to time to make sure you were still there and you turned your head everywhere but him to avoid an unnecessary eye contact or any contact at all, you sense he was still on guard and he could sense you were off, finding the place completely new and confusing, truly you both were just scared of each other, like one was about to murder the other.

You held the letter in your hands, trying to think in a way of folding it without mistreating it or making it not possible to send, Jacaerys saw you, he thought once, then twice and then opened his mouth.

"Would you like me to guard it in my pockets?" you nodded without saying a word, handing it to him.

"Thank you." you said after the paper was well hidden in his gears.

This was an awful idea from his mother, she should've sent someone else, anyone, she can say a word and people will follow, but she sent him, because: he had to grow close to her, they were going to see each other everyday, they would be working together in the same spaces, you as a pupil, him as his mother's heir, but it was weird, he barely knew your name. He wished he had something to say, something that could rule out all of the weird feelings he had when someone new arrives, he wished he had listened to Rhaena last night when she was talking to Lucerys about the next festivities, and he wished he had talked to other ladies before because why was he so nervous?

Thankfully the King's solar wasn't that far, just a few stairs to get there. The door was guarded with at least five guards and one, you noticed, who looked funny at Jacaerys, like he knew better... That's so rude, you thought, you just rolled your eyes.

"The Queen is here" he told you ", that's her swore protector."

You felt like he was just letting you know, just in case, like he wouldn't judge you if you changed your plans, but you didn't really see the problem in the matter, you shrugged your shoulders "Im okay, will you go in too?"

"I have to." he still had that tone, the one you were about to use to talk to the King, but to him it came out easily, he was used to it.

He asked the guards to announce you both, opening the doors for you to see the Queen, helping the King to stand up right next to his bed, and the voice of the announcer was quickly a blur when you got the chance to see him. Your aunt had told you he was getting sicker by the minute, the maester in the Vale had told you, in confidence, that there wasn't much to do than poppy milk and bandages, but you really never imagined that the good King Viserys, was truly in that stage, like... Rotten, you had never seen such thing.

The room smelt like ink, herbs and any medicine the maesters were sure using on him earlier, the air was tense and it seemed like his flaky skin shined thanks to the sun who was lighting the place, letting you have a full view of him sending shivers down your spine and giving you just a slight headache. He flashed a smile at both of you as you walked into the room.

"What a wonderful thing it is, don't you think Alicent? my niece, I can finally see you." his voice sounded raspy and he had to grab himself tight to the Queen's hand, and she seemed, just like before.

The sight of him made you forget for a minute what you were supposed to say and more, but you quickly shrugged it off, smiling and bowing for five times like you were supposed to, coming back gracefully and slowly, you were sure the Septa you had as a girl would've been so proud.

"My King, its such an honor that you received me in your home." Jacaerys, always watchful, walked behind you, whispering.

"Get close." he said, before doing that himself.

"My grandson." the fingers of the King left his wife to touch Jacaerys, you wondered how that would feel, they were almost peeled off.

You got close, never faltering nor slowing down, the Queen looked at your every step and avoided the Prince like the plague, you know Jacaerys would notice, who wouldn't?

"How did you find the place? I was told my daughter turned everything upside down just for you" I smiled at him and nodded, my hands in my back ". Did you lik the place where I accommodated you? I thought a sight from Blackwater bay wouldn't make you miss the Vale so much."

You felt pity, was that possible?, to feel pity for a King? "It was beautiful, thank you, truly."

And then, he touched your hand, and it felt like you were touching the scales of a dragon and the feet of a joust knight at the same time, you didn't flinch but you truly wanted to.

"I'm glad, did my family receive you well?" the stare of the Queen and Jacaerys was now burning your back.

"Yes, of course" you said, quickly ", it was wonderful to meet them all, though, I'm missing the babes I think."

"My mother has planned a picnic for her arrival" Jacaerys interrupted fast ", in the gardens so she can meet them... If you want to join us grandsire... Queen."

Alicent moved her head and touched her husbands shoulder pretty careful, the smile was forced but she was probably doing that on purpose because she looked off "No, thank you, the King has to rest and I've got to take care of him."

You wanted the floor to suck you out immediately.

"Yes, I apologize but I do feel oddly tired this evening."

"Of course, we can always have a picnic with you another day, my King" he smiled, letting you go slowly.

It looked like it hurt moving, or touching or doing anything, his breathing too constant, needing to pause his words or actions to have it.

"You have become a beautiful Lady, see, I was surprised to know the Lady Arryn hasn't found you a match already" the King smiled, but this was a truly uncomfortable topic for you ", and with how much you resemble your late mother, I´d assume you have suitors for years."

"Ah well, I'm just... Truly not interested as of now, perhaps I could find someone here." that was a lie, you didn't want to do that, but it was always the easy way out.

"I have never met a Lady who was, just not interested" Queen Alicent let a huff out ", but I think, you do things different in the Vale."

You wanted the floor to suck you out immediately.

"We're going to be late for the picnic, grandsire." Jacaerys lifted his voice again, making you nodd quickly.

"Yes, I wouldn't want to make the princess wait." Viserys laughed and extended his hand to the door.

"Go children, thank you for making the time to come and see me." you bowed again, five times like you should, smiled to the Queen and rushed to the door.

You both walked almost stumping the floor to get away from the door as soon as possible and Jacaerys understood that he wouldn't be standing any other uncomfortable conversations, he stopped, he stopped you and stopped a maid who was walking over there, getting your letter out of his pockets.

"Can you please send this to?" he looked at you.

"The Vale, please?" you answered, the maid nodding.

"Of course my Prince, my Lady" she took it in her fingers and rushed to another place.

You booth stood there, you noticed that of course, here there was a way more flow of maids and people to attend the King, and the air smelt way more pure.

"It's hard for me to see him like that and I live here, it must've been harder for you." he was trying to break the ice, that voice he seems to always be using getting softer.

"I... I'm not lying, it sure was" you started walking again, slower than before ", do you feel well though?"

"I'm used to it already" you hummed in understanding ". How are you finding the keep? is it too different from the Eyrie?"

"Yes, I think every castle is unique in its own way and the Red Keep surely is, you do have um, good... views?" you truly wanted to say something good about it, but you had been busy concentrating in other stuff, at least, that made him giggle.

And it sounded endearing, it made you giggle too.

"So it is too different."

"A lot, truly."

"And the city? I'm sure you had time to see it on your way to the keep." you held your dress as you came down the stairs, you turned to look at him, shrugging your shoulders.

"Well not really."

"Oh, you have an opinion."

"It's not proper for a Lady to say such things, not when it's the home of your guests."

"It can't be that bad." Jacaerys turned to look at you, a big smile on his face.

"I wouldn't."

"But I'm asking."

"But you shouldn't."

"But I will."

You reached the bottom of the stairs, tired of the banter and worried that your comment would make your little interaction uncomfortable again, but he was insisting and insisting, so you turned to him.

"The city smells like shit..." you whispered.

It was safe to say that he only had heard curse words from his stepfather and his mother, sometimes some of the Lords from the council and that awful time he heard Aegon talk about his outings to the street of the silk, he was sure shocked, but the word sounded so funny on you that he had started laughing, making you blush from embarrassment.

The service and people passing by had stopped to look at you both before continuing with their own duties, you lifted your arms, trying to calm him down or do something else that hadn't occurred to you.

"I'm sorry" you whispered again, but he kept laughing.

"No, no don't apologize" he said, trying to calm himself down.

"But I..."

"It was funny, my Lady" you turned to continue walking ". Do a lot of people smell like shit?" he asked you, teasingly, you try to hide your smile but it was impossible.

"I dare to say some smell like puke." you crunched your nose, he noticed that again, him?

"Uh, like who?" your eyes searched his and then turned to your sides.

"Like Prince Aegon."

"Excuse me?" he covered his mouth this time.

"He threw up this afternoon, when they received me in the castle gates."

Jacaerys laughed but stopped immediately "I apologize my Lady, im sure that was..."

"It was gross, pretty uncomfortable but now that im not standing there, I will say, it was funny." you chuckled, turning to him.

"He must've been drinking, he does that a lot" you hummed "... We never got the letter of your arrival, that's why we were late."

"So, um, the odd interactions are normal here, I suppose."

"They are my Lady." you chuckled again.

"Am I going to see him throw up again?" he smiled.

"Yes, maybe."

"Ugh, I hope my aunt sends me my perfumes soon enough." you said, shrugging your shoulders.

"May I ask if that was, what the letter was about?"

"It might be..."

And you both laughed again, you found yourself quite fascinated with him and the type of friendship you and the Prince could build in the future.

The gardens was such a lovely place, and you noticed since you arrived, the smell being sweet thanks to all the types of flowers blooming and the pastries Rhaenyra had the kitchens make just for you, beautiful pillows, blankets, chairs and tables decorating the place.

"Wonderful" the Princess smiled at your arrival, getting closer to you ", I ordered everything just because i didn't ask you about your favorite dessert."

"Thank you... Cousin." and she smiled.

Her family was there sitting, the kinds playing, Princess Rhaena and Prince Lucerys chatting while Prince Daemon served himself some wine, it was a lovely thing to see. Despite everything today, you thought that perhaps everything was for the better and that you could make the most of it, if your family loved you so, then you were sure your stay would be easy and that your aunt had been exaggerating, just like you.

Silly you.

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Jacaerys Velaryon x fem! reader.

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tags. au where Viserys its not that sick, Rhaenyra´s family never left King's Landing and the dance is avoided, strangers to friends to loversish, slowburn.

warnings!. targcest, reader is meant to have silver hair but no other features are mentioned, mentions of childbirth and dead, mentions of blood and typical asoiaf violence, both Jace and reader are aged up (18), slight use of y/n, bastardphobia, misoginy, mentions of rape and sexual abuse.

A/N: hiii, first chapter!!! again, this was proofread but if you notice any grammar mistake let me know. This is also like a chapter introducing to readers life and all, I hope you enjoy it, feedback its appreciated <3

You had never felt a single weight on your shoulders your entire life, as you had an easy and quiet life in the Vale with your aunt, your dragon, and your friends: the maids.

You spent the days delivering and writing letters, serving wine to your aunt in her council, snickering around and laughing with your friends and riding your dragon around the Vale until the sun hid and you were scolded at by the guards for being out too late. The nights were not different, peaceful dinners where you and your aunt Jayne talked about your days -uneventful or not-, careful baths where the maids would fill the water with imported scented oils from Dorne, and quiet nights where you could be alone in your nightgown reading your favorite books over and over again until you fell asleep, and the perfect nights weren't perfect anymore.

The first time it happened you had convinced yourself that the dream was a result of the current reading of The Conquerors, it had to be, as you would never burn your own fleet, so you decided to let the book down and didn't pick it up again. The second time woke you up confused and with a headache, you could´ve swore you had never seen those weird dark passages before and that it was just a product of the last council you had attended, and so, they went on: weird dreams with no purpose, a different story each time and a different reaction each night.

You felt like Morganite sensed them too, your dear dragon moving and comforting you every day when visited, you stayed with her until her pink scales shone with the light of the moon replacing the sun, flying together around the Vale until you finally forgot and had a smile on decorating your face once again, a routine that worked like magic until the night you woke everyone with a scream; the guards around reunited by the door in seconds, finding their Lady sobbing around the blankets, shivering and shocked.

If there was one thing you wished to forget: was your aunt Aemma´s screams as she gave birth as to what it was supposed to be an heir, you wished to forget the blood coming out of her and wished to forget her lifeless eyes staring at nothing as the king held a babe that only took one breath. Telling everyone it was a horrible nightmare that had to do with monsters and old tales was the easy way out, and of course everyone believed you, everyone but the person that knew you most.

The Lady Jayne Arryn loved you as her own daughter, treating you like a princess born, giving you the best gowns and jewelry, making sure you were a smart girl that grew traveling with her around Westeros for diplomatic missions and letting you listen to her every decision made as the head of the house so you would grow a strategist. She was proud to say she had made you into an appropriate Lady from the Eyrie, and she was the proudest of knowing she was raising you away of the nest of snakes that rested in The Red Keep who she was convinced would eat her sweet niece as supper the moment they heard about her, only accepting that one visit from princess Rhaenys after many letters asking to see the girl, and she only did it because she came bearing gifts for you that Lord Corlys had brought from his travels at sea.

She always made her way to get you: her little Lady everything you needed and more, old books with lots of information, the best silks for your dresses, never pressuring to get married or find a match, your favorite food and a great feast every name day, and if it were up to her: you would've been her heir, but there was things she couldn't deny when looking at you: like the silver hair that adorns you or the big dragon that roamed through the Vale, like your eternal yearning for the Targaryen knowledge, or the constant wanting for their fire and to understand them, to understand your mother and to understand yourself, and even though the dreams came without announcement it was no surprise to her that you had started to have them.

Jayne stayed late at night now, watching her niece roam through the ancient castle when the moon was the queen of the sky, walking around with a single candle and no shoes on, she had watched you going out carefully from passages only used by the service to spend the night alongside Morganite, talking to her in high valyrian, reading to her from a book you must've got from the library or just there, caressing her scales until dawn, when you finally decided to returne before being seeing and Jayne knew: she had lost her baby to the magic of Targaryen blood.

One morning Jayne herself waited for you on your chambers sitting and watching her surroundings, how everything felt like the air breeze the girl she raised was and spent hours just looking at the portrait that was made for you on your seven and ten nameday. When the sun was finally going through the windows, the door crooked and that was the announcement you were finally back, silver hair a mess, feet dirty and the circles beneath your eyes darker and heavier by the minute.

"I had started to wonder when you were coming back" Jayne didn't turn immediately, eyes still on the portrait ", I wanted to speak to you"

You stayed still for a bit, watching her sitting on your bed, with that perfect posture of hers, a blue nightgown and her brown hair undone, you walked until being close enough, leaving the candle with no fire on a near chair "I didn't meant to worry you" that was all you could say.

The floor was cold, cold enough to wake you up every time you needed it, like right now. The air wasn't thick nor tense, everything had a sense of comfort and you were now just waiting for a response, something that told you answers.

"I know, but I am now." your aunts gaze was focused on you now, you had expected to see a mad stare, something that felt like you were about to get yelled at, perhaps grounded, but there wasn’t any signs of it “You see, i’m afraid i have failed to protect you” and that was definitely scarier.

“No you haven’t, not at all dear aunt” both of your hands found hers soon enough as you ran to find a place to sit beside her, her hands felt softer while yours left a trace of dirt behind, “What even makes you say things like that?”

“Then, why didn’t you trust me with your dreams? I can understand your silence when it comes to the maids, the guards, the maesters, but what about me, Y/N?” her voice didn’t sound desperate, instead, she was calm and collected like she usually was when handling an issue “I do not ask for much than your trust.”

“I don’t even know what they are” you answered, hands trembling, eyes struggling to keep open “, I have no idea where they came from and I fear I cannot scape them.”

“Well then tell me, talk to me and tell me” your aunt grabbed you by the cheek, drawing soft circles in it with her thumb “, and if I can’t understand i’ll never judge you for it. You are my blood and my kin, and i shall be by your side no matter the time.”

Explaining was hard, hours were spent just the two of you together trying to piece everything out, failing to find a true meaning, a reason behind or to tie them with her own experiences.

“I don’t want to be sent to pray” your voice sounded bitter, bitter than usual ", It doesn't do anything and it will not help me sleep... I´ve tried"

Jayne had to rethink her choices, she wondered if she really was the one who failed you, she wondered that perhaps if she had let Princess Rhaenys see you more than once, it would've stopped this, she wondered that if she took you to the king, that if she took you to Princess Rhaenyra you...

"I´ll have the maesters fetch you some tea for better sleep, you can stay the whole day in your chambers if you feel like it" Jayne gave you one last kiss on the forehead before letting you alone again, your chambers colder than ever.

As you sat on the bed, you had no other option but to curse yourself, you were cursed already after all, right?, you were going to die cursed and lonely for deprived sleep and hallucinations of dead people. You let a loud groan out, grabbing your pillows to suffocate your desperate screams, throwing it across the room with as much force as you could, and then, you started crying.

You wished you could see your mom again, you wished that if you were to dream with anyone who had died, at least it could be your mom, so she could tuck you in bed like she used to and sing Valyrian lullabies that you try to keep alive singing them to Morganite, you wished someone could tell you what was happening to you and why you were going crazy.

The tears stopped no much time after, the white blankets absorbing the salt of them and leaving you tired and puffy, eyes red and lips bleeding from the constant chewing of them. Ellya and Adrianne came as the sun was finally settling with your tub and the tea your aunt probably woke the maesters to do.

"My Lady... Are you alright?" Adrianne had hurry to stand by your side, trying to look for fever or even blood on the sheets to see if your moon blood had arrived.

"I'm dying, I might, tomorrow morning."

"Not true" Ellya got close too, handing her the tea just made, hot and smelling like all the right herbs to calm her down, her voice strict ", drink. "

Between the hot water from the tea and the hot water from the tub, you found yourself relaxing to the feel of Ellya scrubbing your back and their voices filling your ears.

"... And I think the sheep boy is oh so charmed by you" Adrianne teased, making Ellya splash some of the water from the tub to her.

"He is quite the gentleman, always opening doors for you, making sure you walk in front to check for your safety. " you said, glancing at your friend, who was hiding her face in her blonde hair.

"He does the same for you, my Lady"

"Because that's his duty, but he doesn't owe any duty to you or anyone else for that matter and still, he seems to favor you" that got a laugh from Adrianne, who turned to look at you.

"He favors her... Quite the right word"

"Im afraid, my Lady, that Targaryens usually tend to... Miss their own" the Maester kept himself standing at Lady Jayne's side as she looked through the huge window in her personal office, slightly biting her lip in anxious.

As the day became warmer, her thoughts had turned harder to take and decided that perhaps blaming herself wasn't the answer she was looking for, and after spending the afternoon looking for her own she finally decided call for the Maester, who —whether she liked or not— could know more about the situation than her.

Jayne looked over at her niece's pink beast, who was playing in the green grass all by herself, looking happy, free of all, and she reminded her of her little Lady, of how she looked the first time she took a flight in her.

"She cannot miss people she has never met" Jayne spitted, turning to the Maester who look like he was carefully thinking his next words ", Its impossible"

"Blood doesn't lie, my Lady..."

"Well, she's my blood too."

"With all due respect my Lady, you don't have one of those things flying around, don't you?"

"Morganite is an educated dragon..."

"You know what I mean" and she did, of course she did.

"Sending her there is not our wisest option." Jayne heard the maester sigh.

"And I agree, but keeping her here would just make her dream more, more and more until she passes from fatigue, my Lady. Im convinced you have raised a fine girl who's ready to let herself be seen in court, and even if the dreams don't stop, im sure they'll be in control, and in a place of people who will understand her."

As the Maester walked away, Jayne found herself defeated, and for the first time in her life: useless. How could she protect her now when she will be so far away from her? would they take care of her like she has done? would they try to move her like a game of chess?

And as she kept looking through the window watching the beast play in front of her, she had to remind herself of who her niece actually was, not a baby anymore but a woman who was not afraid to speak or laugh in a mans face when she thought they were making a mistake, and so, she sat on a desk again and grabbed a quill and parchment a letter directly addressed to the King with what she knew, was an odd request: find a place for her niece in the Red Keep.

You had never felt a single weight on your shoulders your entire life, as you had an easy and quiet life in the Vale with your aunt, your dragon, and your friends: the maids. But it seemed, you were about to experience one for the first time.

"It's an amazing opportunity, my girl, being the princess' pupil" you looked at your aunt with a raised eyebrow.

"An opportunity given to me after weeks of sent letters, isn't that right?" Jayne dropped her fork at her nieces words.

"You're being nosy"

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" your voice sounded hurt and you also had to drop your fork and knife to actually look at your aunts face, how her whole calm facade faded at your questioning, how she looked as hurt as you did.

"Y/N no, im not, believe me that if didn't think that this was... Not the best but the most appropriate thing for your situation, I wouldn't be doing this, not in a million years" Jayne reached for your hand on the table, her soft fingers caressing your with a careful nature ". That said, I think you've been raised to be appropriate for this job"

The taste of sweet strawberries turned suddenly bitter at the mere thought of leaving your home, you thought of your friends who you would surely miss, your aunt who won't be there to laugh with you over nonsense jokes, you thought about busy Lords who will surely try to convince you into a horrible marriage, you thought about the pure air of the Vale, your long flights with your dragon and of course, how beautiful it'll be to watch Morganite alongside others of her own, you thought about her making dragon friends, you thought of a place full of Targaryens who could teach you your own history by making you part of it, you thought of having people who understand your Valyrian as something sacred, and you thought about meeting Princess Rhaenyra for the first time and search in her face the lost face of your mother, and how beautiful it could be to connect with her blood.

"And if I ever wish to come back?" you asked.

"A letter will be enough to send a carriage for you."

You were about to experience weight for the first time in your life.

jacaerys velaryon x fem!reader

tags. au where Viserys its not that sick, Rhaenyra´s family never left King's Landing and the dance is avoided, strangers to friends to loversish, slowburn (i think so).

warnings!. targcest, reader is meant to have silver hair but no other features are mentioned, mentions of childbirth and dead, mentions of blood and typical asoiaf violence, both Jace and reader are aged up (18), slight use of y/n, bastardphobia, misogyny, mentions of rape and sexual abuse.

Summary. Y/N Arryn has been raised as a daughter of the Eyrie: with quiet commotion and a slow pace, often being forgotten by her Targaryen family and dismissed within court, but after dreaming every night with things she cannot explain, her aunt can't stop avoiding what's easy in sight: she's a Targaryen. After a few letters, she gets sent away to Kings Landing in the search for answers and reunite with her lost heritage, only to face the nightmares of the family and a dutiful prince who seems to favor her.

first chapter: A Letter To The King

Second chapter: The Smell Of It All

introducing Arryn! reader

AN: hii, my name’s Val, just a few things before we start: both Daella and Garrick (reader’s parents) are my creation, they’re not cannon on the asoiaf universe

this is the first fanfic i publish on here and the first one i write in english, so feel free to correct any grammatical mistakes

also i feel the need to clarify i won’t be using ai on any of the chapters, just in case you are worried about that

you could wait for a chapter almost every week, im usually busy with uni but i’ll try

At The Princess’ Service

❪ fem!reader ❫

Arryn reader whose the daughter of Aemma´s younger sister: Daella and Jayne Arryn's cousin: Garrick

Arryn reader who was born just a few moons before Jacaerys, with silver hair but not a trace of violet eyes

Arryn reader who has a dragon thanks to the egg King Viserys sent to the Vale when he heard of her birth

Arryn reader whose parents are dead and was raised by her aunt Jayne Arryn, Lady of the Eyrie

Arryn reader who knows Valyrian because king Viserys sent a maester to teach her when she was young

Arryn reader who was there when she saw her aunt imprison their male cousin without mercy and didn't bat an eye, because that is what duty is about

Arryn reader who was her aunts little assistant, cup bearer, messenger and a considered heir for a long time

Arryn reader whose her aunts little lady and the Vale's light, making friends wherever she goes

Arryn reader who claimed her dragon at ten years old and made everyone anxious

Arryn reader whose often forgotten by her family back in Kings Landing and Driftmark

Arryn reader who makes friends with the maids that surround her

Arryn reader who was raised kind but cunning, gentle but smart

Arryn reader who spends her time reading about the Targaryen´s to feel closer to her mom and her family

Arryn reader whose aunt keeps her away from King´s Landing on purpose so she doesn't involve in their problems

Arryn reader who starts dreaming weird stuff

Arryn reader who avoids marriage because then she'll have to give birth and die like her mother, aunt and grandmother

Arryn reader who walks through the keep at night to keep the dreams away

Arryn reader whose aunt notices

Arryn reader who loves her dragon and often feels like it´s her sister

Arryn reader who talks to her aunt about the dreams and gets sent to King´s Landing in search for answers

Arryn reader who doesn't know she's going to be a pawn