lady of dragonstone

“That’s my mum.”

You pushed the anger from your face turning to the two Lords of the Reach, “If you would excuse me I wish to talk to my family alone.” 

The two men nodded and hurried out of the room as you turned to Ser Roland, “Fetch me Daeron and Valarr,” you commanded as the two eldest Targaryen’s shared a glance before standing making their way to you. 

“Why Valarr, my love?” Baelor asked gently, reaching a hand out to you. 

You swatted his hand away glaring at both the men. Dunk was now even more confused than before. If you were Egg’s mother then you must be Maekar’s wife…then why was Baelor referring to you as “my love.”

“He is the one who wrote about this shit show.”

“Of course he is,” Aerion muttered from the table.

Your burning gaze turned from them “If I hear one more snide remark from you it will be the last one we all hear because you'll be going to the wall, understood?”

He huffed out a breath before slumping in his chair crossing his arms over his chest as he nodded.  He no longer resembled the vicious prince from earlier, but instead a child who had been reprimanded. 

The hedge knight now wished you had been here this whole time. You finally set your sights on him and he flinched slightly, “What is your name?” you questioned.

“Dunk… Ser Duncan,” he stuttered out. 

Maekar finally called out your name, and the knight instantly noticed how soft it sounded even coming from the man’s mouth. You ignored him, your eyes squinting as you stared at the large man, “Well, please take a seat, Ser,” you said kindly. 

Valarr and Daeron had now arrived to join you all. 

“Mum!” Valarr exclaimed happily, voice cheerful as he was the only one not bound to feel your wrath to tonight. 

Duncan who now sat next to Egg looked to him in confusion, “How is she your mom and Valarr’s?” he whispered, but it wasn't very quiet as Maekar had heard him. 

The man scoffed, but his youngest son got a reply out before he could, "She's married to both of them, Ser,” he said, hoping the man would drop the conversation there. 

He didn't.

“To both the princes!?” he exclaimed. The young boy only nodded, shooting him a look urging him to be silent so that he could keep his head.

He had heard of Aegon the Conqueror having two wives,but had no idea that the brothers shared a wife. That seemed like something Ser Arlan should have mentioned or even Raymun on his rant about the Taragyen family earlier.  He now looked at the children and could see small pieces of you in each of them, everything piecing together slowly. 

He watched as kissed Valarr’s cheek slightly, and even cast Daeron a small smile as they also took a seat now the only one standing was you, and with one look alone the room became quiet. Duncan felt as if he was intruding on a family affair, but didn't dare argue with you. 

“How did you manage to get here so fast?” Maekar asked, causing you to roll your eyes. 

You took a deep breath, “The three of us will talk afterwards for now were going to go in order,” you turned your sights on Daeron who seemed to sober up immensely upon your gaze. 

“Why is your brother bald?”

He scratched the back of his neck, then you turned to Aerion, “Do not get me fucking started on your behavior. When is that acceptable?” you asked, raising a brow. Now you turned to the youngest, “Must I tie you to your fucking bed post to prevent you from running off again?” Finally you now looked at your two husbands, “And you two! You cannot manage to keep your sons in line for a few days without me? Youre just as fucking bad as the rest of them.”

The silence was suffocating as everyone watched the wheels turning in your head. You turned to the hedge knight, “You struck Aerion because he broke a woman’s finger?”

“They were–” Aerion started, but didn't get very far as your head turned back silencing him once more. 

“But!”

“Listen to your mother!” Maekar and Baeleor both commanded sternly, causing him to sulk back into his seat.

“Yes that is my recall, my lady.”

“Withdraw your accusation, Aerion,”  you now commanded. 

His eyes widened, “But he hit me!” he whined.

“Did you lose any teeth?”

“No.”

“Are you gravely injured?”

“No.”

‘Did you perhaps deserve a good knock upside the head?”

“Yes,” he whispered, crossing his arms.

You smiled nodding your head toward the Hedgeknight, ‘I withdraw my accusation,” he said, begrudgingly causing you to nod. “Great, we will discuss your punishment for the horse later, go clean the damn blood off yourself.”

He sighed standing to his feet, but before he could leave you moved forward cupping his face gently in your hand whispering something to him which caused him to frown slightly, but nod. You pressed a kiss to his temple and then he was gone.

“What else was there?” you now asked, turning toward Baelor and Maekar once more. 

“Daeron accused Ser Duncan of stealing Aegon,” the elder reminded you, causing you to hum.

“Aegon, did you willingly go with this man?” you asked.

“Yes, mum,” he told you. 

“Apolgize to your father for running off.”

He turned toward Maekar, “I am sorry for running off father,” he told him.

The man only grunted until his eyes met yours, “Do not do it again,” he told him. 

“Now hug him.” 

Egg stood hugging him, and Dunk couldn't help, but notice how awkward it looked especially in comparison to the gentleness you just used with Aerion. The boy then moved, hugging your legs tightly as you pressed a kiss to his bald head, “Go prepare for bed and I will come discuss your punishment with you.” 

He nodded, moving out of the room. You now pinched the bridge of your nose slightly before setting your sights on Daeron. “Where is your brother’s hair?”

“I shaved it off. We were going to hide out at an inn until the tourney was over.”

“And your brother ran off and you just stayed there?”

“He told me he was leaving. I lied to father, because I didn't want him to gwt angrier at me.”

“Apolgize to your father.”

“I am sorry for lying and worrying you father,” he told him, his voice filled with genuine honesty. 

Maekar nodded slightly, looking at you. “Go to your chambers and if I find you drinking tonight I will pour water over your head.”

He nodded standing to his feet, you moved to him hugging him gently like you did the other two before sending him on your way. Then you looked to your eldest, “Have you done anything?” you now asked, a slight smile playing on your lips.

“No, but I would like to point out I was right,” he declared standing to his feet moving next to you.

“About what?” Baelor asked, eyebrows furrowing together.

“That you two would perish without her,” he kissed the side of your head before moving out.

Duncan was now terrified as your eyes turned to him, along with your husbands. “I do hope you do not make it a habit of striking royalty, Ser Duncan. It is a fast way to lose your head,” you started with. 

He swallowed harshly, eyes widending, “Of course, Your Grace. I mean–” he continued to splutter over his words. 

“Seven hells she knows what you mean shes not a fucking idiot,” Maekar hissed. 

“Maekar,” you chided, causing him to grunt leaning back in his chair.

You stared at the hedge knight, your eyes scanning him causing him to squirm, “I would like you to swear your sword to Baelor. It will show your loyalty to House Targaryen and can be seen as a punishment,” you decided. Ducan took it gratefully doing as he was told before leaving, a servant be instructed to find the man a chamber and draw him a proper bath for the night. 

Now it only left the three of you, “Honestly what the fuck would you two do without me? You’d probably both have let that foolhardy play out on your own.”

Both men stood making their way to you, as they trapped you between them, “There is a reason we both married you,”  Baelor teased, moving to lean in, but you wormed way out of your hold.

“Not tonight. You two will be left to your hands for release, that is your punishment,” you called out before leaving the room, going to visit each of your children like you had stated earlier.

Maekar sighed leaning moving to his chair letting out a groan, “We are never traveling anywhere without her again,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We are in agreement on that. Can you imagine what would have happened if she hadn't arrived?”

Daeron: Finds the whole thing HILARIOUS and will drunkenly show you the edits at family events just to watch everyone squirm. "Have you seen this one? It's very well done actually. Excellent song choice. Really captures your whole 'terrifying but make it hot' energy." Baelor wants to murder him. Aerion is vibrating at speed that could shatter glass (he def breaks at least one glass so you can clean up his hand). You're contemplating faking your own death.

Valarr and Matarys: Valarr is deeply embarrassed that his dad's fiancée has become internet famous for being hot when he's already trying to make sense of the change in family dynamic. Tries very hard not to see any of the edits. Matarys accidentally stumbled upon one once and now avoids that entire side of the internet.

THE INTERNET ITSELF:

The discourse goes INSANE:

"She's a gold digger" (disproven when someone digs up that you're heir to a massive fortune)

"He's a creep for the age gap" (valid concerns tbh but also parasocial)

"They're actually perfect together look at how he looks at her" (accompanied by 50 photo compilations)

"I'm a simple lesbian I just think she's neat" (most valid take honestly)

The absolutely unhinged fans who have written RPF and made ship names and treat this like it's a TV show

Someone definitely made a "Get you a girl who can do both" meme with a photo of you leaving a corporate meeting looking terrifying and a photo of you at a gala looking ethereal. There's a viral TikTok of just you walking (how do you walk that intimidatingly?) that has 10 million views. Twitter has multiple accounts dedicated to tracking your fashion choices. One account just posts "Lady Stark wore [designer] today and looked stunning as always" with photo evidence.

THE DRAMA:

Someone makes a compilation of every time Aerion appears with you and/or beside you and Baelor with the caption "he always looks at her" and it gets 8 million views. Because he does always look like at you—intense, focused, hungry. And now thousands of people are picking up on the dynamic and making conspiracy theories about it.

"Anyone else think Baelor's nephew is lowkey obsessed with her or is it just me"

"The way he watches her is CONCERNING"

"Okay but the TENSION in that video someone explain"