I’m a fluff writer through and through, I can write smut but it takes me a while and it isn’t very good. I will write angst but it will need a happy ending!! I love writing about family dynamics and children! Give me all the crack fic ideas!!
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You and Gwayne are tired of meeting in secret, all you want is to marry the man you love but others have different plans.
Mentions of sex, You’re Viserys’ daughter but there’s no descriptions, Happy ending!!! If I forget anything let me know. Love you all 🐉🩵🩵
“We shouldn't be doing this." Ser Gwayne Hightower, brother to your stepmother, says. Stood in the old part of the library no one ventured, apart from you that is. It being full of dusty old books that nobody had read in years, not since your mother died anyway. You having been meeting here for the past few weeks, the man in kingslanding for a tourney.
"Yet both of us showed up anyway." You respond moving to stand in front of him so he has to look at you. Him letting you rest your arms on his shoulders as he presses his forehead to your. “So what does that say?”
“That I’m an idiot with no self control.” He says attempting a joke, but it falling flat, now holding you.
“If you didn’t have self control you’d be fucking me against the bookshelves.” You tease, giving him a quick peck. Knowing it will leave him wanting more, a peck never enough for your handsome knight. Despite for him to actually take you, Gwayne refusing to go all the way. You wanting more than just his mouth and fingers, him not wanting to dishonour you more than he already has. “I wouldn’t be aposed.”
“Princess..” He sighs, closing his eyes, knowing this is wrong. You being betrothed, against your will, to a Lannister. Whose name you can’t remember, all you know is he’s insufferable and if given the option you’d pick Gwayne any day. Loving the man even though you swore to yourself you wouldn’t fall in love. “We can’t.”
“Ser.” You whisper lips brushing his, catching his bottom lip with your teeth. Before kissing him softly.
“Please.” He whispers against you. Wishing he wasn’t so honourable.
“Please, what?” You ask teasing him, kissing his cheek down to his jaw and stopping at his neck.
“You’re going to kill me.” He whines, using all that’s left of his self control. Treasuring these moments where you get to be together.
“Ask for my favour.” You say cupping his face in your hands. Knowing the possible consequences but not caring anymore. You’ve spent your life being the perfect daughter and princess, can’t you have one thing for yourself? Gwayne being the only person apart from your sister you can be yourself around.
“Princess, I’m fighting your intended.” He counters halfheartedly, willing to do anything you ask of him.
“I don’t want him, I want you.” You say rubbing your thumb against his blushing cheek. “I’ve always wanted you, since the moment we met in the gardens that night.”
“We wouldn’t be able to go back from this.” He says wanting you to be 100% sure about this.
“I know.”
“Let me ask your father first.” You just kiss him in response. Desperately hoping your father will agree, a part of you knowing he won’t.
-
“I wish to marry.” Gwayne say entering the small council meeting as soon as it ended. Knowing that this is his only chance to ask.
“That’s good, son.” Otto says dismissively, trying to get his son to leave. “But it’s not a discussion for council, so we’ll speak later.”
“But it is.” Gwayne responds walking past his father, the man trying to escort him out. “I wish to marry the princess.”
“Rhaenyra is already married.” A lord says, thinking the knight dumb as your sister has been married a few years now and just had her second son.
“Obviously I’m not talking about Rhaenyra.” Gwayne says to one of the lords in a tone that made it clear he thought the man an idiot. Before saying it’s you he intends to marry.
“She’s to marry Jason Lannister.” Otto says giving his son a look wanting him to shut up.
“My king.” Gwayne says ignoring his father and kneeling in front of yours. “Please, I love her and I know she loves me too. May I marry her?”
“Gwayne! No!” Otto snaps. “I’m sorry your grace he’s clearly not feeling well.”
“Please, your grace.” Gwayne practically begs completely ignoring his father, attention focused on the king. “We love each other.”
“I shall speak with my daughter about it tonight and get back to you.” Viserys says not knowing what to do, deciding to wait so Otto can make the decision for him. “But for now we have a tourney to attend.”
-
“You are not marrying her!” Otto snaps as Gwayne gets ready for his tilt against Jason Lannister. “I have a plan and I refuse to let something so frivolous ruin it! I will speak to the king and put a stop to this nonsense!”
“I love her!” Gwayne shouts not caring who heard or how uncomfortable his squire looks. He loves you, he’s going to marry you. No matter what anyone says, even if you have to runaway together on your dragon he’ll do it. Honour be damed. There is no honour if there’s no you.
“I don’t care!”
-
“My princess, will you do me the honour of letting me have your favour?” Gwayne asks you riding over to the stands a smirk on his lips as he looks at you. Everyone just looking in shock, knowing that there are talks of you marrying the very Lannister the knight was about to win against.
“Of course Ser.” You say smiling at him, kissing your favour before placing on his lance. “You don’t even have to ask.”
-
“I’ve spoken to Otto and he thinks it best you still marry Jason Lannister, it’s better for the realm.” Viserys says after the day’s events, Gwayne wining all his tilts. Your father inviting you to his chambers to talk.
“Of course father, whatever you say.” You respond rolling your eyes as you leave, not bothering to ask to be excused. Fed up with no one caring what you want. Who you want.
“Where are you going? I haven’t dismissed you!” Viserys calls after you, never have expected you to storm out. You having always been the perfect lady who does as she’s told. “Can’t we talk about this?”
-
“Fuck me.” You say as soon as you see Gwayne, the man waiting for you in the library. Him clearly anxious as he’s been running a hand through his hair incessantly.
“What?” He asks just blinking at you in shock, thinking you would either ask him to run away with you or telling him you could marry.
“They will not let us marry.” You say trying not to cry, you’ve been the perfect princess all your life and you’re not allowed to marry the one man you love. You not finding it fair.
“Fuck.” He hisses to himself before pulling you into a hug. “We will figure this out.”
“If you fuck me they’ll have no choice but to let me marry you.” You say holding his face in your hand, kissing him harshly. Trying to convey all your emotions in just one kiss.
“Princess.” He says pulling his lips from yours and resting his head against yours.
“I love you Gwayne.” You interrupt knowing you don’t seem rational, but you’re done being controlled. “I know you won’t run away with me but please I cannot be without you.”
“I love you too.” He says tears escaping his eyes, knowing the consequences. “So much, I will make love to you. But I want to do it properly.”
“Gwayne-.”
“I know we don’t have time but let us pretend it is our wedding night, please.” He asks softly kissing down your neck, hands running over your body.
“Of course my husband.” You say pulling him back into a kiss.
“I love you more than anything my wife.” He says pushing you up against the bookshelves, lifting your skits.
-
“I’m will child and it’s to late to drink moon tea.” You say sitting down for the family dinner your father insisted on a few moons later. Rhaenyra and laenor chocking on their wine at your announcement. Viserys and Otto just staring at you, hoping you’re making a bad joke. Gwayne smirking into his goblet, not expecting this to be how you broke the news. “The good news is I married him.”
“You got married?” Laenor asks eyes wide, Viserys and Otto appearing to be frozen in shock.
“What? Who?” Alicent asks, the only one at the table who doesn’t know the answer. Her unaware of the affection you hold for her brother. “I hope he’s of good standing.”
“It’s ser Gwayne obviously.” Rhaenyra says, giving you a look. Everyone else thinking it held disapproval but you knowing she was proud of you. Giving your lover a quick look. “Congratulations and take care of her.”
“Of course I will.” He says giving your sister a thankful look. Rhaenyra once covering for you so he could take you on a read date. You doing the same so she could see Ser harwin. “I love her.”
What would you say about a Gwayne Hightower fic? I don’t have an idea yet but I’m sure I can think of something or if you have an ideas let me know. I will work on my other fics soon I pinky promise!!!
Ginger!reader. short because fuck the heatwave!!! Targscest as we’re a Hightower/Targaryen (I want a dragon)
“Are you alright?” Jace laughs seeing you use your hand fan, while he’s enjoying the sun. Him insisting you join in on a walk on the rare days of heat and sun on dragonstone. “Do you need a break?”
“It’s too fucking hot.” You complain, sitting on a rock, hating yourself for agreeing to go on this walk. “Stormfrye agrees with me.” You say looking over to see your dragon flopped over some rocks, not sure what do to do with herself with the heat.
“She’s a dragon.” Jace says giving your dragon a look, vermax looking all happy in the sun. “What do you mean she can’t handle heat.”
“I’m a dragon too.” You whine, feeling pathetic with how hot you are. Not understanding how Jace looks so fine. He’s even staring to get a nice tan, you are starting to get a sunburn.
“I know.” He laughs loving the dramatic pout on your lips, so he decides to tease you further. “Let’s just relax on the beach maybe get a tan.”
“You can get a tan, some of us are fucking ginger and will turn more red than Caraxes.” You pout, feeling like you’re melting. Mentally planning a trip north, as you deal with the cold much better than the heat.
“Let’s go home my temperamental dragon, we can have a cool bath and maybe we should plan a trip north.” He says holding his hand out to you, a smile never leaving his face. Loving you, even if you don’t handle the sun well.
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18+ just porn with basically no plot, oral fem!receiving, piv, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, praise and consent king! No mention of your house or who you’re betrothed to, if I forget anything let me know 🩵🩵
“I need you to fuck me.” You say quickly pushing past the brunette when he opens the doors to his chambers. Him not expecting to be woken in the middle of the night, especially by you.
“What?” He asks confused letting you barge past, him quickly closing the door behind you after checking the hall was clear.
“I said I need you to fuck me.” You repeat pacing back and forth wondering if this is even a good idea.
“I heard you, I’m just processing.” Jace says just staring at you for a moment, thinking you look beautiful in the dress you’ve clearly just thrown on. “Why?”
“I cannot marry that, beast.” You say, terrified to marry that evil man. “I’ve tried to refuse but my mother won’t listen so I need you to fuck me. He’s to proud to take a sullied wife.”
“Why me?”
“You’re the only man I trust.” You say honestly, stopping in front of him. “Please Jace, I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate.”
“Marry me.” He says quickly, feeling sick at the thought of you marrying someone else. Him having loved you since you were children.
“What? Jace I can’t ask you to do that.” You say, wanting nothing more but knowing he deserves someone perfect. Like he is.
“Good thing it’s not you asking then isn’t it.” He says cupping your face in his hands so you have to look at him. “I won’t let you throw your life away just so you don’t have to marry him. So agree to marry me and I’ll fuck you for as long as you want.”
“You’re to kind to me.” You say feeling your body flush, not only at his kindness but with desire.
“I won’t be if you don’t want me to be.” He says cheekily winking at you. Before getting a serious look back on his face, needing you to actually want this. “But are you sure? I can just ask if I can marry you instead.”
“My mother would never allow it.” You say sadly, having already asked. “And I’m sure. It’s you Jace, it always has been.”
“It’s always been you too.” He responds softly thumb running over your cheek. “Can I kiss you?”
“Yes.” You say pulling him into a kiss, you having kissed once, at your nameday. This kiss was a million times better though his lips no longer chapped as he kisses you back. Sliding his tongue into your mouth as your hand moves to his hair, lightly tugging on his brown locks. The other on his shoulder, feeling the muscle under his sleep shirt.
“May I remove your dress, my wife?” He asks kissing down your neck, you moving your head so he has more access, hand still in his hair. You just moaning lightly in response. “I need words my love.”
“Please.” You whisper using his hair to bring his lips back to yours, loving the feeling of his hands coercing your body. Him incredibly grateful you’re wearing a dress with ties as the front that you didn’t even bother doing up properly before coming to see him.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Jace moans into you as he slips your dress off you, feeling you naked underneath, you not bothering with a shift. Him making you gasp when he runs a thumb over your nipple. “You’re perfect, my perfect girl.”
“I’m yours.” You say whining at the loss of his lips, him leading you to the bed. Removing his shirt as he does so. “You’re so pretty.”
“I’m a man I’m handsome not pretty.” He says flushing red.
“You’re both.” You correct, laying back. “Now please fuck me.”
“Have some patience, Ñuha prūmia.” My heart. He teases, eyes looking you up and down as he bites his lip. “I don’t know where to start.”
“Just do something.”
“As you command.” He says kissing down you, stopping at your breasts to play and suck at them. Making your hips buck at the sensation, never having felt anything like it. Him giving your breast a little nip when you pull his hair again. Smirking against you when he hears you gasp. “Good girl.”
“What are you doing?” You whine as he kisses down you, slipping off the bed as he kisses below your bellybutton.
“Getting you ready for me.” He says kneeling on the floor and pulling you but the hips closer to his face. “Fuck, you’re wet.” He groans pressing a soft kiss to your pearl, making you gasp at the feeling. Him being mean by kissing down your thigh, hand spreading your pussy open for him. Rubbing light circles on your pearl with his thumb. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.” You whine, wanting him to stop teasing you.
“Really?” He asks nipping your thigh.
“Really.” You whimper lifting your hips desperate for more friction. Him deliberately teasing you by not putting any pressure. Mouth back at your mound but not giving you what you want. “It’s all for you Jace.”
“Sȳz gí’rrlā.” Good girl. He says against you dragging his tongue over your slit collecting your wetness on his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“Jace please.” You beg, moaning when his lips start sucking on your pearl kissing and exploring you with his tongue. Him pressing a finger against your entrance, giving you a harsh suck as he slips a finger in you. You feeling something build in your abdomen. “Fuck.”
“You’re doing so good for me.” He mumbles against your pussy mouth wet with your slick. Feeling you clench around his finger as he moves it in and out letting you get used to the feeling before adding another. You gasping out a moan at the sensation. “Don’t fight it.”
“Don’t fight wha-oh fuck.” You whimper, feeling like you’re going to explode. “Jace, fuck, please.” He doesn’t respond he just keeps doing exactly what he was before, moaning against you when you cum. Your hand pulling his hair while you used the other to cover your mouth.
“How do you feel?” He asks softly not wanting to push you, happy to stop now if you want. But you just try and pull him back up to you, he happily complies.
“More.” You say pulling him into a kiss, not caring he’s coved in you just needing his lips on yours. “Need you.”
“Oh, my love.” He says stifling a groan when you run your hand down his toned chest, trying to push his breaches down.“You’re so desperate for me.” He teases, kissing you while he pushes then kicks of his breaches moaning into your mouth when your hand finds his dick. “Fuck.” He whimpers hiding his head in your shoulder as you play with his cock, making circles on the hard dripping tip. “Stop, if you keep going I’ll cum.” He says reluctantly, looking forward to when he can cum in your hand or mouth for the first time. “Are you ready?”
“Please.” You whine pushing your hips against his, gasping when he runs his tip over you. Nudging your clit a few times before he pushing into you. “Fuck!”
“Shh, we don’t want to be found yet.” He says kissing your neck as he slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to him. “You’re doing to good for me, tell me when your ready for me to move.”
“Kiss first.” You say panting lightly getting used to the feeling of him, never having felt so full. Him fulfilling your desire by kissing you slowly, moving his hips slightly as he does so. “Fuck, more.”
“You feel so good.” He says slowly thrusting in and out, letting you feel everything before speeding up. Thumb back on your pearl as he sets a good pace. Kissing you to silence your moans and whimpers. “You were made for me.”
“Fuck, Jace.” You whimper him your tits pressed up against his chest, feeling the pressure you felt before close to tipping over the edge. “I’m close.”
“Fuck me too.” He groans his thrusts getting sloppy as he tries not to cum, feeling embarrassed at how quickly he’s reaching his peak. “Cum for me.” He says lips back against yours as he tries not to cum, when he feels you orgasm around him. You clenching him so tight he thinks he’s dreaming, unable to stop is orgasm as he cums in you. Fucking you softly thought the after shocks while his dick softens inside of you. Making you whimper when he reluctantly pulls out. “You’re so perfect.”
“Thank you.” You say cuddling into him as he lies next to you in his bed. “I feel, wow.”
“Thank you too.” He laughs, pulling you further up the bed and passing you his drink that was on his bedside table. “Drink, then we can cuddle.”
-
“Jacaeyeys Valaryon! What the fuck have you done!” Rhaenyra shouts when she enters jaces chambers. A servant informing the woman after finding you sleeping in Jaces bed with him, both of you naked. Daemon deciding to follow his wife, eager to see what Jace has done.
“Mother, I’m getting married.” Jace mumbles holding you closer when you cover yourself. The idea seeming much smarter last night. “We won’t need a bedding.”
“Daemon, this isn’t funny.” Rhaenyra hisses lightly smacking her husband arm when he just bursts out laughing at the sight. “Both of you, get dressed now.”
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Short but sweet fic were Maekar is fed up with all the pillows you’ve made
Because this is so short you might get an extra fic tonight, it’s between Jace and Aerion. key word being might.
“What the fuck is that?”Maekar asks exasperatedly when he see’s you enter your shared chambers holding a large fluffy pillow with embroidery on it. The man just wanting a moment of peace.
“A pillow?” You answer more like a question, unsure of why he was asking. You placing your nice new pillow on the bed to join the rest, you and daella learning how to made and decorate pillows together.
“No! You cannot possibly need another pillow in our bed! Look at it, it is all pillows already!” He says getting off the bed to gesture to the pillow wall there being more pillows visible than bed.
“But-.”
“No, we have enough pillows! If anything we have too many bloody pillows!” Maekar snaps at his wits end with pillows, he hasn’t been able to cuddle you properly in weeks, you telling him off every time he throws the pillows off the bed.
“Well I like to feel cuddled, so tough.” You say now planning to make even more pillows just to annoy him.
“I’m your husband! It’s my duty to cuddle you! Get rid of the pillows!”
“No.” You say crossing your arms over your chest deliberately being difficult as he hasn’t been spending much time with you recently.
“Fine.” He says picking up an arm full of pillows of the bed and walking over to the seating area.
“What are you doing?”
“Making a pillow fort.” He responds, moving the sofa so the fort can fit.
“What?”
“You want something full of pillows and I want my bed back, so I’m making a pillow fort for you and the children.” He says thinking of the logistics of making one as he hasn’t made one in years.
“I thought forts were banned after the Aerion incident.” You say a smile on your face as you watch your husband start building, talking some of the spare blankets out of your storage box at the end of the bed. Left over from your blanket faze, the villagers being very grateful when you gifted so many of them.
“He’s 6 and 10 if he tries to sleep in it and calls it his dragon lair again a maester is getting involved.” Maekar says not wanting a reminder of the last time a fort was built. Aerion refusing to leave it for days.
“Do you need some help?” You ask, not even bothering to hide your giggles when a pillow falls.
“No.”
“Are you sure? You are getting old.” You tease coming up to him, him kneeling on the floor infront of you. “I love seeing you like this.”
“I’ll make you regret saying that.” He says giving you a look, knowing you’re trying to distract him. “Now help me with this fucking fort.”
“I have a better idea.” You say leaving down to give him a kiss before running over to poke your head out the door. “Kids! We’re building a pillow fort!”
“What?” You hear Daeron and Daella shout in unison from their chambers, Aerion doing the same.
“Yes!” Egg shouts quickly running out of his room, tripping over his feet at he does so. The boy desperate to build a fort. Rhae following after him, the two having been colouring together.
-
“I love you.” You whisper cuddled up with Maekar in bed a few hours later. Giving him a quick kiss while the child sleep pilled up in the pillow fort. All having fallen asleep when you read to them, Daeron and Aerion included.
“I love you to you crazy woman.” He whispers back pulling you closer into his arms. “But no more pillows.”
Summery: you find a young boy and his dragon injured on the beach. The woods witch Masterlist
Content: use of y/n, talks of injuries, Jace doesn’t appear until the middle/end. Obviously canon divergent. War but I’m changing how it goes. No descriptions of reader.
A/n: This will be a series so if you have any ideas for it let me know. I’ll still be working on my AKOTSK fics. Also I wrote this hungover so be nice 🩵🐉
You’re walking along the sandy overcast beach, on the hunt for seaweed for some of your potions. When you stumble upon a dragon. It was clearly hurt as it was whimpering out in pain nudging the thing hidden in its wings. You should probably just leave, dragons are notoriously vicious, but it looks scared. Your mother always teaching you to help those in need, even is they think they don’t need it. So you approach the injured dragon slowly, not wanting to scare or startle the poor beast.
“Hello dragon, can I help you?” You say slowing walking closer keeping your arms up so it can see you haven’t got anything. “You look hurt.” The dragon whines in response, letting you near it when it opens its wings showing you what it was hiding. A boy. He looks no older than 14. Clearly hurt as he was missing a leg a crying in his sleep. But he was alive, barely. But you can work with that. “I can try to help him.” You say to the dragon, now knowing why it let you approach.
“Give me a few minutes to get some supplies.” You say quickly checking the speed of his pulse before standing and looking at the dragon. “I’ll be back I promise, I’m getting things to help.” The dragon looks unsure, looking around as if scared to be found. Your eyes settling on the cave that you used to hide in when bullied by the village boys. It only being a few meters away. “Can you get to that cave?” You ask pointing as where you’re talking about the dragon noding in response clearly also hurt but only focusing on their rider. “I’ll be as quick as possible I promise.” You say quickly running back to your cottage in the woods, knowing you don’t have much time to save the boy.
-
“Dragon are you here?” You ask a full satchel over your shoulder carrying all the healing supplies you could get. You’ve never been happier to be the daughter of a woods witch. Dragon in the corner, boy still in its wings. “I’ve got everything I could think of.” You say deciding it’s best to tell the dragon everything you’re going to do. “I’ll light the fire then I can look at him probably.” You tell dragon, making a pile with the sticks and fire wood you left last time you hid out here. But before you can light it dragon does it for you. Breathing out a small burst of fire. “Thank you.”
“Hi, I’m here to help.” You say sitting next to the boy as he lay in his dragons wings. “Can you wake up of me?” You ask the boy who’s still unconscious, you just happy he’s breathing. “That’s ok sweetheart, you need some rest.” You say softly brushing some of his messy brown hair out of his face. “Rest is good, that means you hopefully won’t feel this as much.”
“I’m just going to look at your leg, ok?” You say to the boy, knowing he’s not listening but it’s helping you and dragon by verbalising it. You removing a dagger so you can cut off his clothes. “It’s ok, it’s just so I can look at his leg, I won’t hurt him.” You reassure the dragon, placing a blanket over the boy so you can work but he’s covered. Before pouring some water you had in a bottle into you pan and placing in on the fire. While you get out some bandages you’d made out of old cloth. “I’m just heating the water up a bit so it cleaner and I’m adding some salt to try and stop infection, it will hurt but hopefully you’ll sleep through it.”
Now able to have a proper look at his missing leg, worried about what you’ll find before seeing that it’s already been cauterized. “Your dragon is very smart, all I need to do is clean it then I can look at your other wounds. Ok?” You say, placing some of the bandages in the warm water. “You’re so brave.”
-
While the boy slept you cleaned the rest of his wounds, after stitching up some of deeper one. You then started working on Araxx the dragon refusing to let you touch him until the boy looked better.
“Did you want to match?” You ask the dragon when you see they’re missing one of their back wings. The wounds healing well, the poor dragon having a large scar along his side that needs cleaning. “Dragon like rider?”
“Good dragon.” You say while you check it for more injuries, luckily apart from the missing back wing, it’s only surface wounds.
-
It’s been 2 days of little to no sleep, you only leaving the boy to gather more supplies. Your slowing loosing hope the boy will wake when he lets out a grown and whimpers as he opens his eyes. Tears already streaming from the pain, you only able to give him so much.
“I want muña.” He crocks out tears streaming down his face, his dragon letting out whimpering noises. Clearly grateful his rider is ok.
“I know sweetheart, I know.” You say gently not knowing what muña means but assuming he’s asking for his mother. Grabbing some milk of the poppy to give the boy. “Drink this, it will help with the pain.”
“Araxx.” He says tiredly trying to look around. His dragon placing its large head next to the boy. Reassuring him that they’re ok. Only once seeing his dragon safe did the boy drink.
“That’s a nice name, did you pick it?” You ask waning to distract him as much as possible and talking about his dragon seems like the best option. You having been changing his bandages when he woke.
“Muña did.” He’s falling back asleep, the milk of the poppy fast acting. Him trying to fight it, wanting to know what’s going on.
“Shhh you get some sleep, Araxx and I will be here when you wake.” You tell the boy, happy he wasn’t awake through the worst of it. “You’re safe.”
-
“How are you feeling?” You ask the boy who’s been awake most of the morning. You having let him eat in silence after you broke the news of his leg. The boy not having eaten properly in days, only having the little bits you’ve given him in the moments of consciousness.
“Do you think he’ll fly again?” Luke asks, you having exchanged named the last time he woke. Arrax napping in the corner not having slept the whole time Luke’s been unconscious. Refusing to leave him humans side, you having to steal a sheep for the dragon to eat. Luckily the person you stole the sheep of is a dick anyway so you don’t feel any guilt.
“I don’t know.” You say honestly, having been thinking about it when you’re not worrying about Luke. “If we remake the back wing because he’s only missing one, he might.”
“But you don’t know.” He says quietly, eyes not leaving his dragon.
“I don’t know.” You confirm, feeling guilty you can’t help the dragon more. Luke feeling the same.
-
“Do you think you’d be able to move?” You asks Luke, having a plan on how to get him to your cottage. The cave not being the safest place for a prince presumed dead. You hearing the news when out in the village to buy some food for Luke. Getting an apple for free when someone threw it at you calling you a witch.
“I have one leg.”
“I know.” You say giving the boy a look before continuing. “But I was thinking if we work together we can get you over to Araxx then he can walk you over to my cottage.” The dragon being able to walk and run normally he just can’t fly very steadily.
“You have a cottage?” Luke asks giving you a look of shock and confusion.
“Did you think I lived in a cave?”
“Yes.” Luke nods laughing when you throw a pice of cloth at him.
-
“I’ve found a raven so you can send a letter home.” You say to Luke a few days later, it having taken you a while to find a reliable raven and some ink.
“Really?” Luke asks excitedly, sat propped up on the bed you’ve made him by the fire. Arrax making a bed for himself by your vegetable garden, eating any birds that try to come close.
“Really, I’m sorry it look so long Araxx kept eating the ravens.” You say cleaning up some of your potion ingredients. Having been working on a stronger calming draught when not caring for Luke.
-
“Do you think they’ll even believe the letter?” Luke asks worriedly, not having heard anything yet. You making the boy some calming tea, as he’s been having nightmares nonstop for days now.
“We can only hope.” You say pouring the tea into two cups, passing the boy his. Sitting next to him on the bed. “And if they don’t once you’re well enough we can go together.”
“You’d come with me?” He asks perking up, having become very attached to you in the time since you’ve met.
“I won’t let you leave alone.” You say softly kissing him on the side of the head having grown fond of the boy. Him being your only friend. “Now drink your tea.”
-
“Are you sure it’s legitimate?” Daemon ask not believing the note, thinking it’s some ploy from the greens.
“He included somethings only he and I would know.” Jace snaps having only just arrived home, Rhaenyra just staring at the letter in shock. “It’s real.”
“We’re going.” The queen say leaving the hall without looking at anyone. “Ready Syrax.”
“Rhaenyra.” Daemon calls wanting to talk about it for a change instead of just charging in.
“My son is alive I’m bringing him home.”
-
“Eat.” You say placing a plate in front of the boy, who’s just started to be able to walk with crutches you made out of wood.
“What if they didn’t believe it?” He asks quietly, having been worried about the letter since he sent it.
“Then you stay here until you and Araxx are better.” You say simply, tossing some chicken out the window for Araxx. “You’ll always be welcome here Luke.”
“Why are you so nice?”
“I’m not, I can be a real bitch to people I don’t like but you needed help and I’ll always help those who need it.” You say simply, your mother always telling you to help all you can, even if they might not want you too. Her caring for the village when the flu came around, killing the elderly and weak. Your mother catching it but still caring for them, despite them calling her a witch and ostracising you both because they thought her odd. Her dying from that very sickness.
“Thank you for taking care of me.” Luke says softly, playing with his fingers before finally eating some of his food.
“Thank you for letting me.”
-
“Holy shit.” You mumble seeing three dragons land in your garden, Araxx happily chattering to the other dragons. You only coming out to collect some more lavender. “Luke! They’re here!”
“Muña!” Luke shouts hobbling out on his makeshift crutches. His mother running to meet him, cupping the boys face in her arms to check him over before pulling him into a hug.
“My sweet boy.” She says kissing the crown of his head not letting go off him. Having spent weeks thinking her son dead, not fully trusting the note. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” He says holding his mother tightly, his brother giving you a look before hugging his brother.
“What happened?” The silver haired man you know as Prince daemon demands checking on Araxx. The young dragon curling up next to Syrax showing her his tail.
“Aemond, I lost my leg and we crash landed on the beach but y/n found us. She’s the reason we’re alive.” Luke says smiling at you, queen Rhaenyra looking away from her sons to give you a thankful smile.
“Thank you for saving my son.” She says not letting Luke out of her arms, almost as if he’ll disappear if she lets go.
“It’s no problem, my queen.” You say awkwardly curtsying to the woman. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat.”
“What do you want in payment?” Jacaerys asks clearly not trusting your intentions.
“Oh, nothing my prince.” You say uncomfortably not knowing what to do with the look he’s been giving you.
“She wants to come with us.” Luke says yawning, all his meds making his sleepy. Leaning into his brother, Jace happily helping hold his little brother up.
“Luke.” You say giving him a look, only saying you’d come with him if no one came to get him.
“Please, y/n.” He says practically begging before a grimace appears on his face.
“What wrong?” Rhaenyra asks worriedly. “Do you need to lay down?”
“I’m fine.” Luke says, clearly lying given the look on his face.
“No you’re not, you need to rest, it’s not good for you to be on your feet so often.” You say to the boy, having had this conversation with him repeatedly over the past few days. “You’re healing you need rest.”
“Foot.” Luke corrects, trying to use humour to hide him emotions about what happened to him at the hands of his uncle.
“Luke.” You say giving him a look, reminding him briefly of Jace when Luke refuses to listen to his big brother.
“Fine.” He says reluctantly, but knowing you’re right. “Can you stay muña?”
“Of course.” She says, letting you lead her into your house, happy you’d cleaned up not long ago. Luke’s bed even being made. “Can I tell you a bedtime story, like when you were young?”
-
“What do you want?” Jace asks you later that night finding you in the gardens, away from the dragons, looking up at the stars. You having given your bed to the prince, letting Prince daemon take your mothers.
“What do you mean my prince?” You ask, not looking away from the stars them always having been your comfort. Your mother always telling you that the stars will always be there no matter what.
“Why did you save Luke?” He asks lying next to you on the grass, desperate for answers from you. Not understanding why you would save him unless it was for personal gain.
“Why wouldn’t I save him?” You ask confused not seeing a world where you find someone hurt and you don’t at least try and help. “He was hurt.”
“But you knew he was a Valaryon and part of the royal family.” Jace says, looking at you. Hating the fact he thinks you look beautiful in the moonlight.
“I did.” You confirm.
“Then why risk it?” Jace asks still not taking his eyes off you. “If the greens found out.”
“Like I said, he was hurt.” You say finally looking at the handsome prince.
-
“Araxx will fly with Caraxes.” Daemon says over breakfast the next morning clearly spending most of the night thinking of how to transport the injured dragon. “We can fly low and if need be Araxx can rest on him while Caraxes flys.”
“I’ll take Luke on Syrax.” Rhaenyra says, making sure Luke is eating his breakfast. You having changed his bandages before breakfast.
“So y/n you can ride with Jace.” Luke says looking at you, you sat awkwardly next to Jace. Nether of you knowing how to interact with the other.
“Luke, I should stay here.” You say softly to the boy you’ve grown to care for. Wishing you could stay with him, but knowing it’s best you let him leave without you. There being so space for a woods witch in a royal court, especially when at war.
“No.”
“Luke.” You say giving him a look. “You don’t need me you’ve got your family.”
“You saved me, your family now and it’s not like anyone in the village cares if you live or die.” He says desperate for you to come home with him. Subconsciously linking you to safety, him secretly scared to go home. Let alone fly after what happened last time.
“Lucaerys.” Rhaenyra warns, not raising her son to be rude. “Be polite.”
“It’s true, I’ve been here ages and no one has come to check on you. And you’ve admitted it yourself, I’m your only friend.” He says not trying to be mean.
“Why don’t you have any friends?” Jace asks, looking at you in confusion.
“My mother wasn’t exactly well liked in the village they all thought her a witch who whored around resulting in me.” You explain feeling your body heat up in embarrassment at the exploitation. The only thing you’re ever known of your father being that he was only passing through when your mother met him.
“Please come home with us.” Luke asks softly giving you his puppy dog eyes.
“Fine.” You say after looking at the queen for her permission.
-
“Hello Vermax, you’re a very handsome boy aren’t you?” You say to the dragon who came to stand beside you while you wait. Your bags already packed, mostly of potion ingredients with some of your mother’s things. You already wearing her most prized possession, a necklace she got of your father. The dragon giving you a nudge wanting you to cuddle him. You not noticing the prince watching you cuddle his dragon. “You’re a cuddly baby aren’t you?”
“Not typically, he doesn’t really like people.” Jace says making you jump. The beast notoriously only liking Jace, having attacked others for just looking at him.
“My prince.” You greet awkwardly, him giving you a look you can’t decipher before scratching the dragon.
“Are you ready to go?” He asks awkwardly, mounting his dragon with ease and holding out his hand to help you up.
“I,uh,what should I do?” You ask now sat behind him, seeing the queen and daemon help Luke onto Syrax.
“Wrap your arms around my waist.” Jace says graceful you can’t see in face as he’s bright red. Not knowing how to act around a pretty lowborn girl, taking in a sharp breath when your arms wrap around in. You hiding your face in his back, not wanting to look at the place you’re leaving behind. “gevī vermax, sōvēs.” Good vermax, fly.
The woods witch is a Jace fic that will be a multi part series (I don’t know how long yet) that’s canon divergent after Luke’s accident. If you have anything you’d like to see in it or ideas in general let me know. Nothing to angst though!!
P1 - you find a boy and his dragon injured on the beach
Au where Maekar get a bonk to the head and forgets his second wife
Made this with the idea of it being a Maekar fic… it very quickly turned into a Daeron one. Maekar is a dick in this and Daeron is perfect. Pregnancy and childbirth featured. Lots of pinning!!!
“Will he wake?” You ask, sat in the chair next to the bed. Maekar getting knocked unconscious when in a fight with some rebels. The man stupidly not wearing armer, saying he didn’t need it.
“We can only pray.” The maester says, having told you the prince doesn’t have any other injuries that could be affecting him.
“Thank you, you may leave.” You say dismissing the maester, hand resting on your pregnant belly as you feel the babe kick for the first time. Not able to share it with your husband. But to be honest he didn’t care much for the pregnancy anyway, he wasn’t exited when you told him. He just nodded and continued with what he was doing.
You’re interrupted from your spiralling when there’s a knock at the door. Daeron not bothering to be let in before he enters, talking the seat next to you. Offering you some wine before remembering himself. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine, just waiting for your father to wake up.” You say not looking away from your unconscious husband. You having married 3 years ago, him only using you for sex for the first few months before you started to spend actual time together. Him finally admitting 5 moons ago that he cares for you. Which resulted in your pregnancy, him making you drink moon tea before then. “How are the children?”
“Rhae’s tormenting Egg and Daella is reading.” He says not looking away from you. Daeron begins your only friend in summerhall you two being similar ages.
“What’s she doing now?” You ask with a small smile, the girl being a little terror but she’s your little terror. You remember when everyone else was awkward around you but Rhae just ran up to you and asked you to play with her.
“Trying to make him drink a potion she made to ‘see what happens’.” He says making air quotes when quoting his youngest sister. “But truly how are you?”
“The babe just kicked probably for the first time.” You say, wanting someone to know. Daeron begin the only one bar Rhae who will be obviously happy about it.
“Really?” He asks a massive smile appearing on his lips as he moves forward in his chair to look at the bump.
“Yes, I’ve felt her fluttering but this was a real kick, I could feel it with my hand.” You say smiling for the first time in days if not weeks.
“Her?” He asks raising an eyebrow at you.
“It’s just a feeling.” You admit feeling your face heat up, not having told anyone you think it’s a girl.
“can I feel? It’s fine if not.” He asks, giving you the choice.
“Yeah.” You say taking his hand and placing it over where the babe has been repeatedly kicking. “How does it feel?”
“Holy shit that’s weird.” He laughs a unrecognisable look on his face.
-
“Where is my wife?” You hear though the chamber doors having left to read Rhae to sleep. A servant running to inform you that your husband has woken and is asking for his wife.
“I’m here.” You say, smiling at your husband happy he’s awake.
“Who the fuck are you? Where is Dyanna?” He snaps, looking around as if she’ll suddenly appear.
“She’s dead father, she died 5 years ago.” Daeron says, entering the chambers behind you. Hand resting on the small of your back to keep you steady.
“No, she’s pregnant with the sixth babe.” Maekar says refusing to believe his eldest son who’s clearly aged.
“Rhae was born 5 years ago father.” Daeron reiterates softly.
“Husband-.” You say, trying to off some reassurance before he interrupts you.
“Get the fuck out and find my actual wife! Not this common whore who’s claiming to be her!”
-
“Are you ok?” Daeron asked placing a plate of bread and butter in front of you. Knowing you’ve been craving it.
“Not really, but I will be.” You say sat in your private chambers. Looking into the dying fire.
“I’m sorry he called you a whore.” He says sitting in the chair next to you. Taking a pice of bread for himself.
“He’s not wrong though, is he?” You say, not looking away from the fire. Not sure how you’re supposed to be feeling in this situation.
“What?” Daeron asks unsure of what you mean.
“I was sold to the highest bidder, isn’t that being a whore?” You say, finally looking at him. Thinking about how your parents needed the money so they married you off to whoever they could. Not even asking your opinion.
“Well at least you’re a pretty whore.” He says laughing when you throw a piece of bread at him. “But seriously, I’m happy you’re here. I know it’s selfish of me but you’re my best friend.”
-
“What are you doing up?” Daeron asks you in the middle of the night when he finds you on his balcony, the drunk man just coming back from the tavern. Not having taken a whore in moons. “And why are you in my chambers?”
“Your father kicked me out of mine.” You say looking up at the moon only now noticing how nice the view is from Daeron’s chambers. Not wanting to think of how you got woken up to your husband throwing your things into box’s telling you to get out. “He says they’re for the princess of summerhall.”
“You are princess of summerhall.” Daeron says wrapping his arms around your waist hand resting on your bump feeling the babe move while he rests his head on your shoulder. Knowing if he was sober he wouldn’t have confidence to do so.
“Try telling your father that.” You scoff leaving into him. Dyanna’s things not having occupied the room for years. It all in a separate room, next to his private solar. “I’m waiting for the servants to sort out a guest room for me. I didn’t think you’d be back so early, for you anyway.”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re awake.” He says softly nuzzling into your shoulder, also tired but not wanting to sleep.
“The babe won’t stop moving and I’m scared that if I go to sleep all of this will still be real when I wake.”
“You’re scared hell kick you out, for real.” Daeron says, feeling guilty for not being there to try and stop his father. Knowing he won’t let you be kicked out, no matter the consequences.
“Yes.” You admit at a whisper, wiping the stray tear.
“Go to sleep.” Daeron says pulling back and taking your hand in his, leading you to the bed. “I’ll keep watch and try to talk baby into letting you sleep.”
“Can we cuddle?” You ask quietly, not wanting to push but also desperate for affection.
“Of course, I love cuddles.” Daeron says cuddling into you, knowing you can only sleep on your back at the moment. “Get some sleep.” He says kissing your chest before moving down to speak to your bump. “You too my little princess.”
-
“Morning.” Daeron mumbles nuzzling his face into you, your limbs intertwined his arms around you. Him having slept through the night for the first time he can remember, his dreams not even being that bad. “How did you sleep?”
“The best I have in years.” You admit running a hand through his messy hair. “Thank you.”
-
“Rhae what’s wrong?” You ask hurriedly running over to the crying girl, finding her in the gardens with her father. “Come here sweetheart what’s the matter?” You ask picking her up, which is admittedly quite difficult with a bump what was about to pop. “What’s all the crying about?”
“He said you’re not my mummy!” The five almost six year old cry’s, you being the only mother she can remember.
“Oh, baby.” You say feeling like you’re going to topple over so you sit on the bench. “You know I didn’t give birth to you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you like a mummy does.”
“You’re not her mother, give her here.” Maekar demands not liking how close you are to his daughter.
“No.” You snap, fed up with the way he’s been acting. You understand he’s going through something traumatic, having a head injury then learning the love of his life died years ago and he can’t remember any of it. But that doesn’t excuse the way he’s been treating you and his children. “You can treat me like shit and pretend I don’t exist I really don’t care anymore but you don’t get to be mean to the children!”
“You can’t speak to me like that!” He snaps back furious at the disrespect.
“I can speak to you however I want!” You snap back holding Rhae closer so she knows you’re not leaving her. “Go back to sulking in your tower and leave the children be if you’re going to deliberately upset them.”
“Why did I ever marry you?” Maekar asks with a disgusted look on his face. Not understanding why he would ever remarry let alone impregnate you. “Is the babe ever mine?”
“I wish it wasn’t.” You say honestly, thinking of Daeron and how kind and caring he can be. Wishing you had been able to marry him instead.
-
“Fuck.” You whimper feeling a sharp pain run through you while playing with Rhae in the nursery. “Sweetheart? Can you go find Daeron for me?”
“Ok.” She says jumping up always loving finding people. “Why?”
“Just tell him mummy needs him, can you sent a servant in as well for me?” You ask trying to hide the pain you’re in not wanting to scare the girl. Who’s been exta clinging the past few days after the argument you had with her father.
“You got it.” She says running out the room.
-
“Fuck this hurts so much.” You cry squeezing Daeron hand as tightly as a contraction hits.
“I know darling, I know.” Daeron says using his spare hand to wipe some of your hair out of your face. Pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You’re doing so well.”
“Princess, should prince Daeron really be in here the birthing suite isn’t meant for men especially men who aren’t the father.” The maester says as the midwife checks how far along you are. Daeron not leaving your side since Rhae told him you needed him.
“I’m staying.” Daeron says in the most serious tone he’s ever used, glaring at the maester. “And feel free to send for my father but he’ll just tell you to fuck off.”
“It’s time to push, princess.” The midwife says, not caring that Daeron was present. The prince keeping you calm.
-
“She’s perfect.” Daeron says looking down at your daughter. The little girl sleeping on his bare chest, him lying next to you on the bed. You resting your head on his shoulder.
“What should we call her?” You ask tiredly, your little princess holding your finger.
“We?”
“I couldn’t have done this without you.” You say softly kissing his shoulder. “You should get a say in her name.”
“What do you think of Elaena or Helaena?” He suggests, always liking those names.
“I like Helaena.” You say looking at the man next to you with love in your eyes.
“Little Helaena Targaryen.” He says softly to the little baby.
-
“I have no clue what any of this means.” Daeron says attempting to read the book Aemon accidentally left before going back to the citadel. The boy coming home to visit for a few weeks to meet baby Helaena.
“I love you.” You blurt out looking at the dirty blond who you’ve loved for years just too scared to say anything.
“What?” He asks in shock, nether of you seeing the man standing in the doorway. Having regained most of his memories over the past few weeks, deciding to apologise and meet his daughter. Stoping when he seeing you with his eldest son.
“I love you a part of me always has, since we met at my wedding in the gardens. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me and I know I could be ruining everything by saying this but.” You take a breath tears building behind your eyes terrified of rejection but not able to stop. “I love you Daeron Targaryen.”
“I love you too.” He says, wiping away one of his tears as he walks over to you. The man starting to cry the moment you said those words.
“Really?” You ask wanting to be sure. Him cupping your face in his hands.
“Really.” He confirms, thumb brushing your cheek as he leans in. “Now let me kiss you.”
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You’re Baelor’s adopted daughter, you and Daeron get drunk one night and decide to get married having loved each other since childhood. This is the aftermath…
I definitely won’t post Saturday as I’ll be drinking for 14 hours straight (daeron core) at my brothers rugby festival but I’ll try and think of something to post tomorrow and Sunday 🩵🩵
“Get the fuck up!” Maekar shouts storming into Daeron chambers finding his son in bed with you, tangled in the sheets together. Both of you sleeping with wine bottles scattered around the room. “Now!”
“What’s with all the shouting?” Daeron ask sleepily cuddling into you. You hiding your face into a pillow wanting to block out the noise.
“You got married!” Maekar shouts absolutely furious, dreading the moment Baelor finds out that Maekar’s moron of a son has married his precious daughter. You being taken in by Jena when she found you abandoned near the kitchens aged 3. The woman always wanting a daughter.
“What? No I didn’t.” Daeron says, hiding his face him your hair. “Can you stop shouting I’m trying to sleep here.”
“Yes you did!” Maekar shouts back.
“Fuck!” You shout quickly sitting up before clutching your head, clearly hungover. Daeron trying to pull you back into his arms. “We got married.”
“What?”
“Is it even legal?” You ask knowing your parents will be furious, wanting to marry you to some Lord in kingslanding so you would be close to home. “We were so drunk.”
“Of course it’s legal! Half the lords at court wouldn’t be married if being drunk mattered.” Maekar snaps, running a hand over his hair, picking up one of Daeron’s shirts of the floor and throwing it at you. “Put on clothes and come to my solar, both of you.”
“Shit, my father is going to kill me.” You whine lying back onto the bed.
-
“I’m not telling him.” Maekar says, knowing Baelor is going to be furious. Refusing to be the one to tell him. You and Daeron sat in front of the man’s desk in ruffled clothes both clearly hungover.
“How did you even find out?” You ask playing with your necklace that you slept in.
“The guards told me.”
“Shit.” You say knowing that they will tell your father.
“Why don’t we just not say anything and hope he never finds out.” Daeron suggests looking at you. “Or we fake our deaths.”
“Faking our deaths seems the the best option.” You agree, thinking of where you two can go.
“You’re not faking your deaths.” Meakar says, clearly having calmed down in the few minutes it took you and Daeron to join him. “You’d better just pray that he doesn’t get told on the way.”
“I know at least we’ve got today to think of something.”
“He’s arriving today, instead of tomorrow.” Maekar says having received a raven from his brother earlier this morning.
“Fuck.” You say now panicking.
“I’m going to die.” Daeron says hiding his face in his hands.
-
“He did what?!” You hear shouted through the walls, your guard clearing snitching the moment he sees your father. “My daughter!” You and Daerion share a look of panic, you both in the solar wearing proper clothes. “Daeron Targaryen!”
“Fuck.” Daeron whisper shouts looking around for somewhere to hide. Climbing into the large box that used to hold all of Aemon’s experiments, closing the lid seconds before the solar doors burst open and your father storms in. Never having looked so angry.
“Hello, kepa.” You say awkwardly shuffling on your feet, Maekar just sat in a chair drinking some wine trying to hide a laugh.
“Where is he?” Baelor demands eyes sweeping the room trying to find the boy who ‘ruined’ his precious daughter and favorite child.
“Who?” You ask, trying to play ignorant.
“Your husband.” Baelor says giving you a look before noticing a hickey on your neck. “Please tell me you didn’t consummate the marriage.”
“We didn’t?” You lie. Maekar just laughing luckily covering the sound of Daeron sneezing from his place in the box.
“Tell me the truth.” Baelor says, not wanting to be lied to.
“I don’t think you want the truth.” You say before Daeron sneezes again, Baelor hearing this time giving you a look when you try to stop him from opening the box.
“Hello uncle, lovely day isn’t it?” Daeron says when the lid opens and Baelor finds him squeezed in the box, sneezing again. “What did Aemon keep in this?”
“For fucks.” Baelor says running a hand over his short hair glaring at his younger brother, the man laughing. “What are you smiling about? I gave you one job! One! Take care of my daughter! And you let your son defile her!”
“In my defense I think she did the defiling.” Daeron says weakly, realizing he said the wrong thing when everyone glares at him. “I’ll shut up.”
“You have to be the one to tell your mother.”
“Ok.” You say, hoping your mother won’t be too upset.
-
In the week of being at summerhall Baelor refused to speak to you, him too angry to be able to see you and Daeron together. You both dreading the ride home, Daeron coming with to explain to your mother and the king. You both cuddling in bed the morning before you’re meant to leave.
“I don’t know why everyone is so shocked, we’ve always been close.” Daeron says drawing shapes on your back, you resting on his chest needing his comfort.
“I know, I hope mother reacts better than father she knows we kissed at my 13th nameday.” You say, hand resting on his chest.
“How does she know that?” Daeron asks in confusion, your first kiss happening in a hidden alcove, in the middle of the night.
“I told her.” You admit, drawing shapes on his chest. “Your mother knew as well.”
“She did?”
“Yes, she found me panicking the next day. I was worried I was with child.” You say embarrassed, now knowing that fear was completely ridiculous.
“You did?” He laughs, kissing your head when you try and hide in him. “What made you think that?”
“I didn’t have the education that men do, all I got told was babies happened in private and kissing was involved.” You say, you face heating up in embarrassment.
“What did she say?” Daeron asks softly, loving hearing things about his mother, the woman being the only person apart from you who could calm him after a dream.
“That I was being silly, I wasn’t with child and then she explained how babies are made because I didn’t believe her.”
“My mother gave you the talk?” Daeron laughs again, thinking that was better than what Maekar did.
“Yes.” You say still embarrassed when you think about it. “Mother then found us in the gardens and I confessed that I kissed you.”
“I’m sensing a pattern here, you always make the first move.” Daeron says lifting your chin so you can look at him again. “I’d better change that.”
-
“I’m sorry.” You say sitting on the log next to your father, him looking into the fire in front of him. Everyone else sleeping, bar two guards keeping watch.
“I know.” He says still not looking at you.
“Please don’t hate me.” You say in a quiet voice feeling like you did when you were 7 and hid his pin.
“I don’t hate you sweetheart, I’m just upset.” He says finally looking at you and pulling you into his side. Kissing the top of your head. “You’re my only daughter, I was hoping to be able to give you the wedding you deserve with your favorite Flowers everywhere and that dress you used to describe to your mother.”
“You remember that.” You ask softly, not expecting him to remember when you were 12 and told your parents what type of wedding you wanted. Nether of them aware you were thinking of Daeron as the groom.
“Of course I do.” He says remembering that you wanted Lemon cake for all corses. “I just wanted better for you than getting married when drunk too a man you don’t love.”
“Who say I don’t love Daeron?” You ask, thinking it was obvious you at least cared for him. You having spent the whole week at his side. Not even including your childhood, you two always being attached at the hip.
“What?” Baelor says, thinking you just made a drunk mistake and wed the first man you saw.
“I’ve loved Daeron since we were 10 and he gave me a piggyback ride after I tripped on a walk.”
“Didn’t he drop you multiple times?” Your father asks remembering you both stumbling in together covered in mud, you both falling into the river.
“Yeah.” You say with a smile, remembering that day fondly. You both jumping in the river earlier that day. “But if you’re worried that I’m in a loveless marriage you’d be wrong. We went about it all wrong but I don’t regret marrying him.”
“Really?” Baelor checks just wanting you to be happy.
“Do you remember when I was being all secretive with my letters after grandsires nameday and you thought I was talking to a man I met at the party?” You ask, having to be secretive with your letters given what you were talking about.
“Yes, I was worried out of my mind, but it was just daella wasn’t it?” He says, your mother thinking she’d found one of the letters you’d hidden when it was just one from Daella. The girl wanting your advice.
“It was Daeron.” You say deciding to come clean.
“What?”
“We kissed again at the party and we didn’t want to stop talking so we would write. That’s why I begged to go to summerhall early.” You admit, wanting him to know that marrying Daeron would never be a mistake to you. Flaws and all.
