faye

You remember her first as a color before she was ever a person to you, the pale green of her gowns moving through the corridors of the Red Keep like something out of a hymn. You were small then, and she was your sister's dearest friend, always seated beside Rhaenyra with her hands folded and her hair bound in braids too intricate for a girl of her own devising. You used to trail after them both, uninvited, offering Alicent flowers you had picked from the godswood, or badly recited verses you swore you had written yourself. She never laughed at you the way the older girls did. She would kneel to your height, take whatever offering you held out as though it were a relic, and thank you with a gravity that made your chest ache in a way you did not yet have words for.

You did not understand it then. You only knew that when Alicent Hightower smiled at you, the whole width of the world seemed to soften.

That memory returns to you now, unbidden and cruel in its gentleness, as you walk the halls of a Red Keep that no longer answers to her. Your sister sits the Iron Throne. The banners have changed. The guards who once bowed to Alicent now watch her like a caged thing, and you find that you cannot look at her confinement without feeling something in you twist and want to apologize for a war that was never yours to start.

She and Helaena are kept in the old solar that once belonged to a dowager queen, its windows barred more by courtesy than by iron, though the meaning is the same. You go to her because Rhaenyra permits it, and because you cannot stay away, and if you are honest with yourself, because some small and stubborn part of you still wishes to be knelt to and thanked the way you were as a child.

The first time you visit, Alicent is seated by the window with her hair unbound, and the sight of it undoes something in you before she has even spoken. She turns and regards you the way she always has, patient, appraising, faintly pleased.

"You have grown," she says, as if this were the most natural observation in the world, as if the circumstances of your meeting were not so altered.

"You have not changed at all," you tell her, and mean it, though her face is thinner now, and there is a wariness behind her eyes that was not there when you were small.

She only smiles and pats the cushion beside her, and you sit, and something in your body relaxes the way it has not since your sister's dragons darkened the sky over this city.

It becomes a habit, then a need. You bring her small things, not flowers now but bread smuggled from the kitchens, a length of ribbon, whatever trifles you think might ease her days. She receives each one with the same solemn gratitude she gave you as a girl, and it is this, more than anything, that keeps you returning, the sense that you are still the only one who can make her soften.

She begins to comb your hair one evening, unprompted, drawing you down to sit at her feet as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Her fingers are patient and sure, working through tangles you had not realized were there, and you close your eyes and let your head tip back against her knee.

"You used to wear it plaited," she murmurs, "when you were small enough to still fit in my lap."

"I remember," you say, though what you remember more clearly is the way her hands felt then too, gentle and certain, the way they feel now.

"Sit still," she tells you, not unkindly, when you shift, and you obey at once, some old and eager part of you rising to meet the command like a flower turning toward light. She notices. Of course she notices. She has always been observant in ways that others mistake for softness.

Helaena watches these visits from her corner of the solar with an expression you cannot read, her needle moving through cloth without pause, though sometimes her eyes linger on her mother's hands in your hair a moment too long. You do not think much of it. You are too full of the warmth Alicent offers you to wonder what it costs her, or what she means to purchase with it.

When she finishes, she sets the comb aside and tilts your chin upward with one finger. She leans down and presses a kiss to your temple, soft and lingering, and then another to your cheekbone. Her lips are warm and gentle, and you feel your breath catch.

"There," she whispers. "You are lovely when you are still."

One evening she draws you into her lap as though you were still a child seeking comfort after a nightmare, and you go without hesitation, folding yourself against her the way you have wanted to since you were far too young to understand the wanting. She strokes your back in slow circles and presses her lips to your brow, then to the bridge of your nose, then to your cheek. Each kiss is tender and deliberate, and you feel something in your chest loosen entirely.

"You have always been dear to me," she says quietly, her breath stirring your hair. "Even when you were small and troublesome and forever underfoot."

"I only wanted you to notice me," you admit, the confession slipping free before you can stop it.

"I noticed," she says, and there is something almost wounded in the way she says it, though you do not understand why. "I noticed a great deal more than I ever let myself say."

You lift your head to look at her, and she cups your jaw in her palm, her thumb tracing your cheekbone with a tenderness that feels like devotion and worship both. Her eyes hold yours, and for a moment you think you see something raw in them, something frightened, before it is smoothed away beneath the composure she has worn since girlhood. She leans down slowly, giving you time to pull away, and kisses you softly on the lips. It is brief and chaste, but it carries the weight of years of unspoken longing.

"Your sister keeps me here on your account, in part," she tells you, and though her voice is soft, there is a current beneath it you do not think to question. "She will not harm what you love. You understand that, do you not?"

You do not think to ask what she means by it, or why she says it now, with her hand still cradling your face and your heart still hammering from her nearness. You only nod, eager to be of use to her, eager for any excuse to remain close.

"I would keep you safe regardless," you tell her, and you mean it with your whole and foolish heart.

Something crosses her face then, quick and complicated, gone before you can name it. She draws you back against her chest instead of answering, and you let her, grateful simply to be held.

She tucks you in that night when the hour grows late and you have fallen half asleep against her shoulder, drawing the blanket up over you with the same care she once used to settle Helaena and Aegon as small children. She presses her mouth to your forehead once more, lingering there longer than courtesy requires, and then kisses each of your fingertips where they rest against her sleeve.

"Sleep now," she murmurs. "I will keep watch."

You do not see the way her gaze turns toward the door afterward, toward the guards posted beyond it, calculating even as her hand remains gentle in your hair. You do not see the flicker of guilt that crosses her face when she looks back down at you, nor the way she presses her lips together as though holding back a confession that has nothing to do with strategy at all.

In the morning you wake to find her already dressed, seated by the window as she was the very first day, and something in her stillness troubles you though you cannot say why.

"You looked at me last night," you say, "as though you were afraid."

"I am always afraid," she answers simply. "It is the privilege of women in our position to fear quietly and smile all the while."

"I would never let harm come to you," you tell her again, and she turns to look at you with an expression so tender and so sorrowful that it frightens you more than any battle ever could.

"I know," she says. "That is rather the trouble."

She does not explain herself further, and you do not press her, too full of the warmth she has poured into you these past weeks to imagine that warmth might be anything other than whole. You cross the room and kneel before her chair the way you did as a child offering flowers, and she cups your face in both her hands, drawing your brow to her lips. She kisses your forehead, then your temple, then tilts your chin up to meet her gaze one final time.

"Whatever comes," she whispers against your skin, "know that this, at least, was never a lie."

Queen Alicent has a looming shadow.

The rumors among the court claim that the new mistress of whispers is a cunning spider—- or rather take the form of one at nightfall. All eight eyes ever so carefully watch the realm and its little inhabitants. That she can see the future in a mirror, or grow wings of an owl to haunt enemies. Some say she watches through the eyes of animals.

Truly a spider. A slithering serpent who would coyly hide her bloodied hands, and play the damsel. A masterful puppet who not only controls the brothels with vengeful women; but allies with faceless men that roam the streets below in Flea Bottom.

A seer who speaks in riddles, and commands the space she occupies. Maesters despise her, for this mistress became Queen Alicent’s midwife, and confident—- how she possesses knowledge that only men are granted in the citadel, and much more.

Despite the weariness that bled into the green council— simply you became an important ally. Ser Otto Hightower’s right-hand, how he whispers in your ear of a foe that must be eliminated, or spy on Rhaenyra’s council. He doesn’t dare ask the details of your mysterious—- or rather unethical work, but you have proved yourself to be useful, to serve the Hightowers.

No matter of being the extra limb of the king’s hand, you pride yourself to be the queen’s shadow. Attached to her hip, escorting her wherever she needs to be.

It did not take much to receive the seat of mistress of whispers—- eliminating Ser Larys Strong was as easy as breathing. A little potion for a restful slumber in the dirt. He was no use, no man so easily ready to rid of his kin is no true man.

Easy effort was paired with manipulating some former allies of the princess Rhaenyra. And if anyone who dared not yield, would suffer and succumb to madness. Delirium laced within their dreams. Also, killing the late Laenor Velaryon —- such a vulnerable wound leaves exposure for the vultures to feast on. The next target is the Lady of Misery herself, and gather all the allies and information she has garnered over the years.

Devoted to not the king, nor his festering hand—- no, simply devoted to the queen. The red-haired queen, wrapped in emerald silk, gold jewels, and with a cold scowl to match.

And with such loyalty comes great rewards.

Nimble fingers spread apart midnight amber tuft of hair, pink glistening folds staring back at you. Alicent’s thighs spread apart like a gift, exposed for your hungry mouth.

Here you are, on your knees, servicing the queen in more ways than one. Devouring her, as she sits on her chair. What a salacious sight. To bed the king’s wife, such treason—- but you have no care for that. For it is not a crime against royal blood in your eyes.

But what is this all for? To betray the chosen heir? Power, and to feel the warm body of the queen, herself. She is delicious, and sweet. Ripe, and yearning. Bursting at the seams— repressed and hungry. An exquisite woman who shouldn’t have endured the sloppy fingers of the decaying king.

Alicent’s hips buck up, her clit gliding against your tongue. Slurping up her juices, alternating between suckling her clit between your lips and nibbling with feral canines.

The lustful moans vibrating from you spurs her on. Her fingers wringing and tugging at your roots, her thighs shaking, hiked up over the cusps of your shoulders. Alicent’s face is wrinkled in ecstasy. No man has ever broken her down this way— then again, she never felt even a molecule of lust for a man. Not when she was a girl, and not now.

The tender hands of a woman is what Alicent always desired, and no amount of praying, fasting, or ritualistic lashings on her back can wash that away.

The control she has in such intimate matters means so much— that you would let her have this. Her autonomy snatched away as a child bride, sold as cattle, and defiled as one. Without fail, you always told Alicent what she always longed to hear for years. That she is courageous, righteous in her fury, that her heart is pure and worthy. That any mother would spill blood, lie and even steal to protect her children. That all her acts against the princess is justified.

That Alicent is a good woman. And truly in your eyes, she is. You admire her wit, and cunning ways. Her pettiness, and bluntness. Her milky skin, and doe-eyes. When she cut the princess’ skin open before all to see, you felt pride and heat flood your body.

Your fingers dig into her hipbones, as Alicent’s moans pitch higher. Her toes curl in mid-air, and your head moving side to side as you ravish her cunt. The scent of her essence drives you mad, as your nose is perched on her pelvis bone. Inhaling deeply.

Akin to a slithering serpent, to break and corrupt your beloved queen, a hand travels from her hip to in-between her thighs. Alicent is already swollen, and loosened. It is easy for your two fingers to slip inside her clenching hole, and take her apart.

Your fingers curl and plunge with abandon, the slick squelching obscenely. No mercy. No slow build up. It sends Alicent into a frenzy. Her legs closing around your head.

She’s dripping down your hand and wrist. Alicent’s brown oculus are glossy, and hazy. Rolling and fluttering, her string of gasps match the rhythm of your fingers fucking her. Curling at her weak spot makes tears spring down her eyes, wetting her cheeks.

“My gods—-” Alicent whines, “—-your mouth.” A broken sentence filled with panting. Her nose scrunches, that familiar coil in her belly is building. “I love your fingers.” Alicent whispers. Her hands roam upward and downward repeatedly from your scalp to your neck, fingernails dully digging. Possessively feeling what’s hers.

Alicent cums with a slurred moan. Her head tilted back, her lower belly tight, and her chest heaving. Spurts of her juices coat your mouth, and cheeks. Your eyes close shut, basking her in warmth. Her hand is firm against your head, pining you down against her mound.

She releases her grip after suffocating you against her cunt, her body still jittery. You swallow the taste of her down with a satisfied smile.

Alicent’s hand grips your throat, and you happily wheeze. Her lips smash upon yours, she can taste herself. Tongues colliding, and strings of spit exchanged.

-

“The hour is late. He will need the poppy.” Alicent mutters, her tone flat and redundant. For she couldn’t muster any care. She calmly readjusts her stocking, her leg flexing within the green-dyed cotton.

You loathe that she cannot stay the forenight. A mischievous hum escapes you, cheekily patting your swollen lips with a cloth, as one would do after a delicious meal. “Of course,” already walking to your table of herbs and spices, along with a warm cuppee still steaming. “I took the liberty to ensure it is nice and warm for our grace.” Such spite lace the royal pleasantry, a lip snarl to match.

Alicent retrieves the cup into her palm, and has a faint smirk curling. She savors your jealous malice, you want her company all day and night. Alicent kisses you gently, and a small mutter of a thank you, my dearest against your lips.

The corridor outside the Queen Dowager's chambers was silent save for the distant echo of footsteps from the floors below. You stood at your post, tall and vigilant in your armor, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword. The metal was cool beneath your palm, a familiar weight that grounded you through the long hours of guard duty. But tonight felt different. Tonight, the air seemed to hum with anticipation.

The door opened with a soft creak, and your heart quickened.

"Come inside, dearest," Alicent's voice drifted through the opening, soft as silk yet commanding in its gentleness. "I have need of you."

You stepped forward immediately, your body responding before your mind could fully process the words. This was not the first time she had summoned you from your post. It had become a ritual of sorts, these private moments stolen from the weight of duty and responsibility. Each time, you entered with the same mixture of devotion and nervous anticipation, eager to provide whatever comfort the Queen required.

The chamber was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls. Alicent stood near her vanity, still dressed in the elaborate green gown she had worn to court that day. The fabric was rich and heavy, embroidered with golden thread that caught the light. But her face looked weary, the burden of the realm etched into the delicate lines around her eyes.

"Your grace," you said softly, closing the door behind you and removing your helmet. Your hair tumbled free, and you felt suddenly vulnerable without the barrier of steel between you.

"You need not be so formal when we are alone, sweetling," Alicent said, turning to face you fully. Her eyes softened as they traced over your form, taking in the sight of you in your armor. "Come here."

You crossed the room with measured steps, your armor clinking softly with each movement. When you reached her, Alicent lifted her hand to cup your cheek, her thumb brushing across your skin with infinite tenderness. You leaned into her touch instinctively, your eyes fluttering closed as warmth spread through your chest.

"The council was insufferable today," she murmured, her voice carrying the exhaustion of countless battles fought with words rather than swords. "They speak and speak, yet say nothing of value. I find myself longing for simpler comforts."

"I am here to serve you in whatever way you require," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The words were true in every sense. Your devotion to Alicent transcended duty; it was woven into the very fabric of your being.

"I know you are, love," she said, her lips curving into a small smile. "Help me with this gown. I cannot bear its weight any longer."

Your hands moved to the fastenings at her back, fingers working carefully to undo the intricate lacings. Each loop of ribbon you loosened felt like peeling away a layer of her royal burden. The gown was beautiful but constricting, much like the role she was forced to play. As the fabric loosened, Alicent sighed with relief, her shoulders relaxing.

You eased the heavy gown down her arms, revealing the thin shift beneath. Her skin was pale and smooth in the candlelight, and you felt your breath catch at the sight. There was something sacred about these moments, about being trusted to see her in such vulnerability.

"There," you said softly, draping the gown over a nearby chair. "Is that better, your grace?"

"Much better," she replied, reaching for her nightgown. You helped her slip it over her head, the soft linen falling to her ankles in gentle folds. When she turned back to you, her expression was tender. "Now, let me attend to you."

Your heart raced as her fingers found the buckles of your breastplate. Alicent worked with surprising skill, her movements practiced from the many times she had done this before. The metal fell away piece by piece: breastplate, pauldrons, vambraces. Each removal made you feel lighter, more exposed, more yourself.

"You carry so much weight," Alicent murmured as she set aside your cuirass. "All this steel, all this duty. Do you never tire of it?"

"Never, your grace," you answered honestly. "Not when it means I can protect you."

Her hands moved to the leather straps at your sides, loosening them with careful attention. "Such devotion," she whispered, her breath warm against your neck. "What did I do to deserve such a loyal knight?"

You wanted to tell her that it was not about deserving, that your devotion was as natural as breathing, but words failed you. Instead, you simply stood still, allowing her to remove the last pieces of your armor until you stood before her in only your thin tunic and breeches.

Alicent's hands came up to frame your face, and she pulled you down into a kiss. It was soft and sweet, a gentle press of lips that sent warmth cascading through your entire body. You melted into her touch, your hands coming to rest tentatively on her waist.

"Come to bed, sweetling," she said against your lips. "I need to feel you close."

You followed her to the large bed, your legs trembling slightly with anticipation. Alicent settled against the pillows, and you lay beside her, unsure of where to place yourself until she guided you with gentle hands. Your head came to rest on her chest, and you could hear the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath your ear.

Her fingers threaded through your hair, stroking slowly, and you nuzzled closer, seeking more of her warmth. The thin fabric of her nightgown did little to conceal the softness of her body, and you became acutely aware of every point where your skin met hers.

Your nose brushed against the swell of her breast, and you felt her nipple harden beneath the linen. The discovery sent a jolt of heat through you, and you pressed closer, your breath coming faster.

"Does this please you, dearest?" Alicent asked, her voice taking on a lower, more intimate quality. "Being close to me like this?"

"Yes, your grace," you breathed. "More than anything."

Her hand tightened in your hair, not painfully but possessively. "You are so good for me," she murmured. "So eager to please, so devoted. My sweet, loyal knight."

The praise washed over you like honey, and you whimpered softly, nuzzling more insistently against her breast. Alicent's other hand came down to cup your cheek, tilting your face up so she could look into your eyes.

Her green eyes were dark with desire, and you understood without words what she needed. Your devotion required no explanation, no request. You would give her anything.

"Please, your grace," you whispered. "Let me serve you."

Alicent's smile held both tenderness and command as she guided your hand beneath her nightgown. The heat of her skin made you gasp, your fingers trembling as they traced up her thigh. When you reached the apex of her legs, you found her already wet, and the discovery made your head spin.

You had learned her body through these stolen nights, had memorized what made her gasp and sigh. Your fingers explored her folds tentatively before circling her pearl with gentle pressure. Alicent's hips lifted slightly, seeking more, and her hand tightened in your hair.

"Good girl," she breathed, and the praise sent warmth cascading through you.

Your own arousal built simply from the act of pleasuring her, from knowing you were the one she trusted with this intimacy. You slipped one finger inside her, then another, marveling at the way her body welcomed you. Alicent's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling beneath your cheek.

You could feel her nipple hard against your face, and you turned your head to capture it through the thin fabric, sucking gently. Alicent gasped, her back arching, and you worked your fingers deeper, curling them to find the spot that made her cry out.

Your thumb found her pearl, circling in time with the thrust of your fingers. Alicent's thighs trembled around your hand, and her fingers tightened almost painfully in your hair. The sounds of her pleasure filled the chamber, soft moans and gasps that made your own body ache with need. But your need was secondary, unimportant. All that mattered was this: bringing her to completion, proving your devotion through service.

You increased your pace, your fingers moving with purpose, your mouth still working at her breast. Alicent's hips began to move in rhythm with your hand, chasing her release. Her breathing came in short gasps now, punctuated by broken sounds of pleasure.

"Do not stop, sweetling," she whispered, her voice tight with tension. "So good for me."

You redoubled your efforts, your fingers moving faster, your thumb pressing more firmly against her pearl. Alicent's whole body tensed, her back arching off the bed, and then she was crying out, her voice breaking on your name as pleasure crashed through her.

You worked her through it, your movements gentling as her body trembled and shook. When she finally stilled, you carefully withdrew your fingers, bringing them to your lips to taste her essence. The act made Alicent shudder again, her eyes dark as she watched you.

"Come here," she commanded softly, and you moved up to kiss her. She tasted herself on your lips and moaned into your mouth. "My perfect, girl" she murmured against your lips. "What would I do without you?"

"You will never have to find out, your grace," you replied, settling back against her chest. "I am yours, always."

Alicent's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as her breathing slowly returned to normal. Her fingers resumed their gentle stroking through your hair, and you felt a profound sense of peace settle over you. This was where you belonged: in her arms, in her service, devoted utterly to her comfort and pleasure.

"Rest now, sweetling," Alicent whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You have served me well tonight."

flight training.

you grimace slightly, watching addam take off with such ease, hugh and ulf following quickly - leaving you as the sole rider still on the ground. your dragon, lyraxes, brushes against your back, tilting his head and releasing a deep noise - as if asking why the two of you weren't flying yet. and it seemed he wasn't the only curious one.

"nervous?"

your turn, swallowing at the sight of your queen, dressed in her riding leathers, with syrax coming in toe. a hesitant nod falls from you, and she gives a small smile. "I was nervous once too, I think. but you have to remember to trust your dragon," she reaches, brushing your hand gently and squeezing it in her own. "I will fly too. syrax needs to stretch her wings."

a soft chuff from the golden dragon behind her.

lyraxes brushes you again, like that of an eager puppy. you sigh weakly, and rhaenyra tilts her head to catch your gaze. "you shall be fine, I know it. you remember the command, yes? and you've been practicing the language. lyraxes won't let anything happen to you."

you swallow, nodding along with her words softly. "yes, I..I know the commands but - it's so high.."

her brows raise. "dearest you cannot be afraid of heights."

a huff. "I am well aware."

rhaenyra hums, a smile threatening to form at your cute huff, as she reaches and gently strokes your face. "it will be okay, dear. I swear it. and if you get nervous, give the command to land. none who ride with me judge that pf a nervous first rider."

your heart beats weakly, and your press into her touch briefly, nodding.

your queen had always been gentle with you. when you found out you'd had distant targaryen heritage, she'd coveted you close. given you private lessons in valyrian, taught you how to wield your sword, and now personally escorted you to the flight training. she was always devastatingly softer with you, and maybe that was a good thing. she had recently lost Luke, after all.

you sigh gently. "...give me a moment with him."

she nods, leaning and kissing the crown of your head once, before moving to syrax and climbing on - the two taking flight where the others are.

you swallow, turning to lyraxes who tilts his head again at you. "don't look at me like that, im petrified." your heart practically beats out of your chest as you reach and brush his snout, swallowing thickly. "I am.. drunk in my worries. you will not drop me? swear it."

he merely tilts his head in the other direction.

you shake your own, moving to him and slowly climbing ontop. his body is massive beneath you, even if he is on the smaller side - just a bit tinier than sunfyre. with a heavy breath, you rub his scales slowly as you slot into place, whispering. "...sōvēs, lyraxes."

and in a moment, he jumps to the skies, great wings shifting heavily as you're lifted off the ground. your eyes squeeze shut, the air leaving your lungs softly as the wind smacks against your face. lyraxes on the other hand is joyed, flying freely through the skies. a voice calls to you.

"you have to control where he goes!"

turning, you flush in embarrassment, seeing ulf laughing a bit atop silverwing. your hands reach, gently grasping onto the saddle on lyraxes' back, a shaky command falling. "steady, lyraxes, please."

you can hear ulf's laughter as silverwing shoots forward, the noise turning to a scared scream that makes you chuckle gently, as you gently rub lyraxes' scales. "good boy, let the idiot bumble around."

lyraxes for his part gives a please purr, as he steadies his excited flying to slower movements, allowing you to feel the cold air against you in a much more manageable rate.

"look at you!" addam calls, flying close on seasmoke. "lookin' good!"

a chuckle leaves you, as you gently push onward, spotting the beautiful gold of your queens dragon ahead. your heart warms. she looked...peaceful on the back of syrax. her white hair flows faintly behind her, and you can almost mistake it for clouds as she shifts quietly, gazing into the distance. what is she thinking of? how does she look so good doing it?

your heart warms more. slowly, you look down to lyraxes. "go to syrax and rhaenyra."

he chuffs, neck shifting lazily as he turns in direction, heading toward them. her form grows more and more as you approach, and you soften at the sight of a low shimmer on her cheeks. she cries. gently, you stop lyraxes, hesitant. should you come over? help her?

rhaenyra turns, seeing you.

she stops, looking away and wiping her eyes, calling in a tone that is unmistakably shaky.

"you ride well, dear!"

but you know she's not okay. slowly, you ease lyraxes closer, until you can speak without yelling. "why do you cry, my queen?"

rhaenyra looks away from you, keeping her eyes on the skyline. when her voice does come, it is unmistakably soft. "...I wonder if this is what he saw," her voice trembles, as she brushes syrax slowly. "If he felt the sun on him..the..the feel of a dragon beneath him, when.."

you swallow. lucerys.

"my queen.."

rhaenyra sighs, shaking her head and wiping her tears once more. "do not fret over me," she looks to you, giving a faint smile. "it seems you fly well. I told you, there was nothing to worry much over."

you watch her a moment longer, before nodding softly. "yes, I suppose you were right, my lady."

from behind you once more, ulf calls. "care to race?" her shouts to you, though silverwing seems much more interested in vermithor as he gives slow strides through the sky - with hugh on his back. you roll your eyes, looking to rhaenyra who chuckles.

"I would not let him best you."

you hum. "aye, I think you're right, my lady." your hands move, patting lyraxes. "up for a race, buddy?"

beneath you, your dragons neck extends slightly, a noise escaping as if agreeing. rhaenyra watching, giving a tiny smile. "you are good with him. now go, don't forget to win," she winks. "for me."

your heart sears, and you nod quickly, turning and flying to ulf, shouting over.

"im ready if you are, grandpa!"

"grandpa??" he huffs. "brat! lets go."

you can't help but grin, laughing as he charges forward. gently brushing lyraxes with your foot - in a matter of moments you're zipping through the clouds after ulf, laughing freely. he looks back, sending you a grin as silverwing flaps her wings a bit faster. rhaenyra's words echo in your heart, and you push lyraxes to go faster.

you catch up in moments with silverwing, zooming by ulf with a grin. "see you later, sire!"

he glances bewildered, scowling and pushing silverwing on. "oi! how's about the loser buys everyone ale?"

you roll your eyes but nod. "sure! but I don't expect to lose!"

he huffs, and you push on, soaring through the skies with lyraxes, a wide grin on your face at the feeling. euphoria. utter euphoria releasing through each limb, as you swore. the wind whips at your face, but you don't care anymore. your arms faintly raise, and you listen to the soft laughs of addam and hugh, mingling with ulf's yelling. looking ahead, you spot rhaenyra shaking her head, a small smile on your face as you wink at her, zooming by.

it happens fast.

lyraxes seems to startle, taking a sharp turn.

in moments, you shift from flying through the skies, to crashing down quickly - the wind hissing in your ears. and the last thing you hear - is rhaenyra's scream.

"catch her!"

and then it goes black.

---

when you wake, a dull pain throbs through your body.

you look ahead, finding a familiar ceiling, and groan, looking over to spot a maid. she gasps, voice muffled - but you make out something about telling the queen, before you drift back to subconscious. when you drift to again, there is a warmth on your cheeks, and your eyes peek open to find the blurry form of rhaenyra - wet tears falling from hr eyes and splashing your cheeks.

you blink a few times so she clears up, hand raising and stroking her hair slowly. "...your grace..?"

rhaenyr breathes out shakily, leaning and pressing her forehead to yours. "..oh, dearest, you scared me so." she whimpers lightly, tears slipping again. you frown in confusion. "you-..you fell so quick, you.."

the memories flood back, and you groan in soft pain of your back and nondominant arm. looking down, you find it wrapped thickly. "..what..did I do?"

rhaenyra sighs weakly. "when you were racing ulf, lyraxes took a turn that was too sharp. you slipped off, you- I watched your body hit the trees and the earth.." she sniffles. "I-I watched.."

your free hand reaches quickly, and your grimace through the pain as you drag her closer, brushing your lips to her. rhaenyra tenses, then melts, kissing you back slowly. until you grimace once more in pain, and she fearfully pulls away, looking you over.

you pout slightly. "come back."

"you-" her cheeks warm briefly. "you are injured."

"I need you."

she sucks in a breath. "..I wish to not harm you further."

your pout grows, and she seems to struggle a bit. "my queen.." your hand traces her thigh lazily, and she shudders. "I wish to feel you, please..?"

rhaenyra hesitates.

and then she's stripping from her riding leathers, and hesitantly sliding atop you, swallowing nervously and watching for any pain in your face. you give none, rather the hand you can use slightly tugs her up closer, as you bring her down - kissing her again slowly.

the hand then moves down to her sex, slowly parting her folds and rubbing her clit ever so slowly. rhaenyra releases a shuddery moan against your lips, adjusting her hips. you rub her clit for a few moments, before slipping down into her wet head, easing to her entrance and pushing in slowly.

rhaenyra breaks the kiss, panting softly and tentatively looping her arms around your neck, as she brushes her forehead against yours, and slowly begins to ride your fingers. a low noise escapes you, and a moan pushes past her lips again - as her hips raise and fall in steady movements. she feels incredible. loosened sweetly for you, without a hint of tension as she takes your fingers like she were made for them.

little whimpers and sweet noises escape her, her body trembling gently. slowly, she begins to grind forward a bit with each shallow thrust of her hips, whimpering more and laying more of her weight down against you.

your name leaves her lips in the sweetest noise, and you lean up - kissing her again as she breaks - a moan rippling free as her body spasms softly, slick dropping down your fingers. your queen pants against you, bringing her head down and burying it under your neck.

"...gods above, what am I to do with you?"

you simply shrug, as a weak whine sounds outside.

rhaenyra softens.

"lyraxes has been dreadfully worried."

your heart warms. "I shall see him soon. stay?"

the stress is evident on your queens face.

she pinches her brows, softly rubbing her temples, sighing as she listens to the many needs and wants of the small folk. you can see her fatigue, but the people just keep going. giving her demands, request after request. after a moment, you shift closer to her, voice low.

"you must rest, my queen.."

rhaenyra hesitates, but nods, standing suddenly.

you swallow, following behind her and walking her to her chambers, watching the tired slump of her body. as you reach theorem, you shift to take your position outside, but she shakes her head ever so slowly. "come in, please..?"

you nod along, following her inside of the room. as the door slips shut, you watch her move to her bed, softly sitting down and sighing.

"I am awash. what am I to do?"

she shakes her head slowly.

your heart aches, as you move to her. "my queen, how may I assist you, please?"

"none of the title, just.." she hesitates, looking you over. "take off your armor."

you blink, but do as she asks - reaching and sliding off the heavy gear which falls to the floor in a heap of metal. rhaenyra looks you over, in your simple tunic and trousers, and sighs again, reaching and taking your hand, lowering hr head against it. "what am I to do?"

your cheeks burn lazily. "my-...what do you mean?"

she sighs. "my sons are.." rhaenyra can't even finish the sentence, as tears bubble up. "I am..smothering in work. I have so many people asking for my help and I- I don't know how."

she looks to you, her gaze weak.

you soften immensely, gently reaching and stroking her jaw instead. her lips part a bit, eyes big and round and full of soft want. you swallow, stroking again, and whispering slowly. "..forget. for just a moment. forget your duties and your..liberties."

she hesitates, giving a weak chuckle. "how am I to forget..?"

you stroke her jaw again, and lean down. rhaenyra's breath hitches, but her eyes shut in obedience. you swallow, and press a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her melt and instantly begin to kiss you back. her lips move slowly against yours, weak, shaky breaths drifting between the two of you. rhaenyra's hands lace within your hair, as she softly tugs you down atop her.

you cage hr against the bed, breaking the kiss and watching as she swallows instantly, tracking your hand which softly drags up her dress. she trembles, looking to you.

"you're such a good queen, my lady," you shake your head. "you work so hard.."

her head dips back, as your fingers press against her core finally, rubbing slowly. she lifts her hips slightly, pressing back against your touch needily. "please.." her voice is shaky, as well as the softest you'd ever heard it thus far. your hands are gentle on her body, as you part her folds slowly, and dip into her - a single finger sliding into your queens wet heat.

"o-oh.."

"shh, such good girl," you tilt your head gently, pushing in a bit more. "you do so well...such a hard worker. no one else deserves the throne like you do.."

she gasps, looking to you in weakened pleasure. "mm.."

the word is shy upon her lips.

you sense it, and lean down - pressing a kiss to her temple as you continue to finger her slowly. "you are so good for me, aren't you? shh...i'm here for you, i'll take the weight off your shoulders.."

she gasps again, as your fingers curl in a particular spot.

"o-oh...mother, please.."

you hum along, nuzzling rhaenyra's head and pressing slow kisses there, your words bleeding out. "you are so good.." you whisper. "so, so good. and so strong. my strong girl.."

rhaenyra whimpers, clutching onto your tunic.

"m-mother, please.."

"I know," you coo, nodding along as your fingers speed a bit, drawing her closer and closer to the edge. it certainly doesn't take long. rhaenyra gasps, her hips raising as pleasure crashing into her, forcing her to her orgasm within seconds. you bend, kissing her neck slowly and nuzzling the warm skin.

she presses into you, panting slowly. "t-thank you.."

"you are most welcome, my queen." you kiss her neck again, as she softly drags up your tunic, looking away. you tilt your head, looking to her.

she swallows.

The chamber was quiet save for your labored breathing, each inhale a reminder of the aching heaviness in your chest. You pressed your palms against the cool stone wall, trying to find relief in its unyielding surface, but nothing helped. Prince Joffrey had refused you all day, turning his small face away each time you'd offered yourself, and now your body punished you for his stubbornness.

Your shift clung damply to your skin where milk had begun to leak through the fabric. The pressure was unbearable, a throbbing fullness that made even the softest linen feel like iron against your tender flesh. You bit your lip hard enough to taste copper, unwilling to cry out though no one would hear you in this isolated corner of the Red Keep.

The door opened without warning.

You spun around, arms crossing instinctively over your chest despite the pain the pressure caused. Princess Rhaenyra stood in the doorway, her violet eyes taking in your flushed face and trembling form with immediate concern.

"Your Grace," you managed, attempting a curtsy that made you wince. "I did not expect... I thought you were with the Prince."

"Joffrey sleeps," Rhaenyra said, closing the door behind her with a soft click. She moved toward you with that particular grace she possessed, neither hurried nor hesitant. "The maids told me he would not take his feeding today. I came to see if you required anything."

"I am well, Princess. Merely tired from the day's duties."

Rhaenyra's lips curved in a knowing smile that made heat rise to your cheeks for reasons beyond your physical discomfort. "You are a poor liar. I can see you are in pain."

She was close enough now that you could smell the rosewater she favored, could see the way candlelight caught in her silver hair. You dropped your gaze, unable to meet those perceptive eyes.

"It is nothing that will not pass, my lady. The body adjusts in time."

"And in the meantime, you suffer needlessly?" Rhaenyra reached out, her fingers brushing your arm. Even that gentle touch made you aware of every nerve in your body. "There are ways to ease such discomfort. Surely you know this."

You did know. You had tried, alone in this chamber, to express enough milk to relieve the pressure. But your hands had been clumsy and ineffective, and the pain had only intensified until you'd given up, leaning against the wall and praying for Joffrey to wake hungry.

"I have tried, Your Grace. I lack the skill to... that is, I cannot seem to..."

"Let me see."

The command was soft but unmistakable. Your heart hammered against your ribs as Rhaenyra's hands moved to the laces of your shift. You should refuse. You should insist upon propriety, remind her of the distance that ought to exist between a princess of the realm and a common wetnurse. But the pain was so intense, and her touch so gentle, that you found yourself nodding instead.

Rhaenyra loosened the laces with practiced fingers, easing the fabric down your shoulders. The air against your exposed skin made you gasp. Your breasts were swollen and hard, the nipples darkened and weeping small droplets of milk. You had never felt so vulnerable, so utterly seen.

"Oh, you poor thing," Rhaenyra murmured, and there was genuine sympathy in her voice. "You are suffering indeed. Come, sit upon the bed. Let me help you."

You sat because your legs would no longer hold you steady. Rhaenyra knelt before you, her hands resting on your knees, and looked up into your face with an expression that made your breath catch.

"Will you trust me?" she asked.

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

Rhaenyra's hands rose to cup your breasts, and you could not suppress the moan that escaped you. Her touch was warm and sure, her fingers knowing exactly where to press and how much pressure to apply. She began to massage in slow, circular motions, working from the outer edges toward the center.

"The milk must be encouraged to flow," she explained, her voice taking on a husky quality. "The ducts are swollen and blocked. We must coax them open."

Her thumbs brushed over your nipples and milk began to flow more freely, running in thin streams down the curves of your breasts. The relief was immediate and overwhelming. You threw your head back, another moan rising from deep in your chest.

"That's it," Rhaenyra encouraged. "Let it come. Do not hold back."

But her hands were doing more than simply expressing milk. Her touch had grown more caressing, more deliberately sensual. Her fingers traced patterns on your skin that had nothing to do with nursing and everything to do with pleasure. When she leaned forward and her breath ghosted across your wet nipple, you made a soft sound, a quiet acknowledgment of what was about to happen.

Then her mouth closed over your nipple and you gasped at the sensation. The warmth of her lips, the gentle suction as she began to nurse, brought relief so profound you nearly wept. The pressure that had been building for hours began to ease as she drew the milk from you with steady, rhythmic pulls.

She drank deeply, her eyes closing as she focused on the task. One hand continued to massage your breast, encouraging more milk to flow, while the other rested gently at your waist, steadying you. The relief was exquisite, almost overwhelming in its intensity. You had not realized how much pain you had been carrying until it began to fade.

When she released your nipple, milk still glistening on her lips, she looked up at you with concern. "Better?"

"Yes," you breathed. "But the other..."

"I know."

She turned her attention to your other breast, this one even more engorged than the first. Her mouth was gentler now, almost reverent, as she took you in. You closed your eyes, focusing on the relief, on the steady rhythm of her nursing. The intimacy of the act overwhelmed you. This was Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone, heir to the Iron Throne, and she was helping you in your moment of need without hesitation or judgment.

Her hand continued its gentle massage, working the tender flesh with practiced care. She knew exactly how to coax the milk forth, how to ease the swollen ducts without causing further pain. Minutes passed in quiet comfort, broken only by the soft sounds of nursing and your occasional sighs of relief.

When she finally released you, the pressure had eased considerably. Your breasts still felt full, but the sharp, aching pain had faded to a dull throb. She reached for a cloth from the washbasin and gently cleaned your skin, her touch careful and kind.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Much better," you admitted, your voice soft. "The pain is gone."

You needed Rhaenyra to snap. You wanted her in a way she’d never understand. To you, her patience felt infinite. She loved you; you knew she could never hurt you. But a part of you craved her cruelty. You needed her animalistic and furious.  

So, for the past week, you’ve been challenging her in the most minute ways, wanting her annoyance to build slowly, teasing her until her face flamed and her tongue became wicked, wanting her heat to encase you and make you beg, but her hands always fell too softly against you once in bed.  

It’d be an understatement to say you were disappointed. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her how feral you needed her to become. Some part of you still shies at describing the extent to which you desired to be handled in bed.  

You would wish you had said something sooner. Otherwise, neither of you would be in this predicament.  

XXX 

The few of you gathered in Aemond’s sitting room, half of you holding a piece of flimsy plastic between two hands. Thumbs ready to press inwards, and giddy smiles spread across the faces of Rhaenyra’s brothers and uncle.  

“We’ll break it one after the other and meet back here in twenty-four hours. Sound right?” Aemond asked, glancing around their circle, expecting a positive consensus.  

Out of the seven in the room, only five of you held a willow stick, Alicent opting out of the challenge with firm decisiveness and Helaena, across from her, with a wary tone of voice had backed down as well. And out of five, only one had yet to confirm their involvement in the little dare.  

“Not like the shit works, Nyra. Don’t be a killjoy.” Daemon goaded, slightly irritated by her hesitance and waiting for the moment each of them could voice their wishes after one another.  

They had spent weeks discussing it, perfecting the words during family gatherings and split meetups. Everyone had been waiting on these since Aemond put in the order on that shady foreign website.  

Helaena, on the other hand, was quite sweet, not wanting her sister to fall into the pressure of their rash uncle and unserious siblings. “You don’t have to, Rhaenyra. I have chosen to display it as a collector’s item. I’m sure Laena will do the same.”  

You looked between the two of them, Helaena and Rhaenyra, on either side of you. You watched as your girlfriend’s hands began to falter and loosen around the stick when Aemond opened his mouth.  

“You’d be stupid to not use it if you knew how much, I spent to get these. After that murder a year ago, even buying just one of these has been hell. Do you know how much time Aegon spent trying to make sure these weren’t fakes?” Her youngest brother questioned, gesturing for her to make a decision.  

“Just indulge them, Rhaenyra. It can’t hurt anything.” From across the room, Alicent spoke.  

“Bit hypocritical, Alicent. No?” She made a face at you and rolled her eyes, choosing to stay out of it. Not like she cared what either of you did anyway. 

“For crying out loud, Rhaenyra. Go on!” He sighed out and leaned over her way. “I’ll throw it to Daeron if you’re really not giving it a try.” Daemon made a move to grab her willow stick, and she pulled it closer to herself, a glare meeting his feigned look of resignation.  

“Yeah, Rhae. Don’t be a wuss about it. Just wish for money or something. my love.” You spoke loudly beside her, pulling an eager hand away from your collectible to lightly slap her thigh, not sure if you were just egging her on or genuinely encouraging her to partake in the experience.  

She raises an eyebrow your way. “My funds aren’t enough for you?”  

“Couldn’t hurt to have more.” You shrug. ”Besides, it’s not like you’ve ever been particularly decisive.  You’re thinking about this way too hard, don’t tell me you’re actually scared Rhaenyra.” You eye her closely, uncovering the doubt hidden behind her stubbornness.  

“I am not.” She insists, her eyes narrow at the way you keep pushing. Of all the people in this room, shouldn’t you be the one to understand her most? Why couldn’t you lay off of it? 

“Then don’t be a pussy and just snap it already, babe.”  

That was her last straw. Every one of your little comments today had driven her mad. Though she knew you weren’t being malicious, the teasing had brought her irritability to a peak. That, and the fact that you believed you had any authority to tell her what to do. She’d see to it that you’d be spanked to tears tonight.  

Rhaenyra sneers and sets a firm grip around the willow, her body faces you entirely as she spat out her wish. “Truly, you have tested my patience all week. You really couldn’t sit this one out, could you? Alright then, I wish my girlfriend would shut up and just listen to me!”  

Taken aback by her exclamation, and unused to hearing any of Rhaenyra’s unkindness, Helaena gasps. “Sister!”  

“It’s okay, Helaena. Like Daemon said, it doesn’t work.” You pat her hand, smirking to yourself. 

You were exactly where you wanted to be.  

This was nothing compared to Wednesday night, when her most insulting words made you burn beautifully from humiliation. She used two markers that night, scrawling vile, lewd, words and phrases across your skin, boldening them just to irritate the flesh beneath the felt tip, taking pictures to remind you the next day of how nasty you were for wanting it.  

It’s not like she was unaware of you getting under her skin to spur on punishment; she just didn’t know how to satiate your hunger anymore. And with a girlfriend so reluctant to discuss how to truly satisfy her, all Rhaenyra could do was indulge in you the only way she knew how—within your previously arranged parameters. She would never step outside of them if there was a possibility of hurting you.  

She lowered her voice, still loud enough for the room to hear, but severe enough to cause a stir within you. “Oh yeah? Think I can’t whip you into shape tonight?”  

“Rhae...” Your breath caught in your chest at the look in her eyes. Your One Wish Willow lay forgotten in your lap as you stared up at her bashfully.  

You felt yourself grow wet upon realizing the others had their eyes on the both of you, enjoying the sight of Rhaenyra, usually enduring, now fed up with your behavior. And you, always so lively, had become flustered and quiet within seconds. 

Rhaenyra grabs her things and grips your hand in hers, pulling you to a stand and away from her family. “None of that, we’re leaving.”  

As your girlfriend didn’t bother, you turn around and bid the room goodbye. “Goodnight, everyone.” You shuffled after Rhaenyra sheepishly, waving at her family with a small voice and silly smile.  

You hear them laugh as the door shuts behind the two of you, and your skin heats with embarrassment. But this is what you wanted—her to drag you home and use you. 

XXX 

Rhaenyra woke up before you and, like every other day, lay stuck beneath your warm, worn, body. You were covered in hickeys, your skin especially sensitive from the lashings of last night. You enjoyed the burn, the ache, and her attention all before you could even open your eyes.  

You raise your hand and press softly against your neck. Your throat was unusually sore. You chalked it up to all the moaning and pleading you’d done for her. You tell yourself you should just take it easy at work later. 

Or maybe you should’ve just listened to Rhaenyra in the first place and cut the act like she told you to yesterday. Your face flushes as you remember her reminders before dinner at Aemond’s. She’d warned you not to keep pressing her buttons. But well into the evening, you’d decided to ignore her pretty threats.  

You regretted it. You should always be good for Rhaenyra.  

You squinted at the thought instantly. The only place you repented was beneath her, during a scene, never the morning after. Not when the reason was so unserious. You both got what you wanted out of last night, so why had guilt started to creep in?  

Rhaenyra kissed your thoughts away in a split second, smiling warmly at your tired frame and droopy eyes. “Morning, sweet girl.”  

You attempted a response, but nothing came out. You try again, a hum this time. It gets stuck in your throat. You settle for rubbing your cheek against her shoulder affectionately, hoping she wouldn’t think you were ignoring her.  

“Feeling sore?” You nod and feel her body vibrate with a chuckle, smiling as your head jumped in sync with her bouncing chest.  

Rhaenyra turns slightly under you, looking at your bedside alarm clock before cursing at the time. “I’ve got less than an hour to leave for breakfast with Laena. Let go, love.”  

You didn’t want her to leave your side. Usually, you’d beg her for five more minutes, convince her she wouldn’t be late, that you’d pick out her outfit as she showered. This morning you release her without a thought, letting her escape your hold and head into the bathroom.  

Your thoughts become increasingly unrestrained in her absence. The only common thought was Rhaenyra.  

You tried to urge yourself upward and into a sit, but your body wouldn’t listen to you. It was like your limbs were no longer connected to your brain. You continue to struggle within yourself, unable to call out to Rhaenyra for help. Even turning over was an impossible feat. Your eyes water as you listen to your girlfriend move about in the bathroom, oblivious to your current predicament.  

Wait for Rhaenyra. 

You reminded yourself. She knows best. The thought puts your heart to rest. And so, you wait, wait for her to notice your stillness—your silence. You knew exactly how to be good for her. She would love that you waited for her next command. After all, it was everything she wished for.  

You close your eyes and listen to go through her entire routine a room away. Your heart beats irregularly as you feel your own mind begin to slip away from you by the second. By the time you registered the sound of the shower turning off, you had lost complete control of your body.  

Your eyes stayed half-lidded as she exits the bathroom, steam escaping behind her, towel loosely wrapped around her body and hair tied up in an effort to keep it from getting soaked. She believed you would be too tired to dry and brush it out for her anyhow.  

You follow each of her movements, your true self trapped behind a pleasant, small, smile, droopy eyes, and an inaccessible voice box. She gets dressed in front of you, walking back and forth between the bedroom and your closet, coming out to assess herself in front of the body length mirror each time.  

Finally, she turns towards you, a happy grin spreading across her face as she observed you, thinking you were way too tired to give her your usual crude comments about how beautiful she looked. She logs your exhaustion as a compliment for last night and approaches you, ears raised by her wide smile and nothing but warmth and playfulness in her expression.  

“Be good, I love you.”  

You blink as she presses a peck to your lips and leaves out, almost forgetting to grab her bag on the way. Rhaenyra receives Syrax’s morning meow with enthusiasm and an indulgent voice, evidently taken by the feline’s charm.  

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Rhaenyra calls out from the front door, locking it in the next breath.  

XXX 

Upon her return home, an anguished meow greets her at the door. The frantic and expectant eyes of her cat stared up at her as she pawed Rhaenyra’s pants, appearing desperate. Syrax backs away and pads down the hall, coming back when Rhaenyra was too slow to follow. A lap around her legs and a push between her calves got her moving after the feline, eager to assess whatever situation Syrax had found herself in now.  

Rhaenyra spots Syrax’s empty bowl near the kitchen and her brows furrow immediately. You had never forgotten to feed her before going off to work. She would have missed you by five minutes, and Syrax was an exceptionally slow, and polite, eater. 

You would often jest that the little ginger cat ate like royalty.  

She sighed as she pulled out her phone to call you. Hearing it ring from the bedroom made her pause. In a split second, she’s speeding down the hall. The sight and smell made her gasp as she opened the door. Rhaenyra backs away and lifts her shirt over her face as her eyes search the room, trying to understand where that god awful smell had come from.  

There you lay, naked, still, head turned towards the ceiling. Your eyes moving to connect with hers was the only thing convincing her you hadn’t died. There was a small puddle on the floor, no doubt from you, and she grimaced.  

A curious chirp came from behind her and Rhaenyra rushes to secure Syrax elsewhere in the flat, not wanting her near the mess you’d made.  

When Rhaenyra reappeared, tears streamed down your face as you held an eerily calm expression. She asks you a million questions at once as she pulls you up to a sit, getting you propped up against the headboard. 

Her face reddens as she starts to anger with every question that goes unanswered. “Speak, goddamnit! Are you okay?”  

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, not even a whine.  

“God, can you speak?” Your eyes sting as you stare at her.  

“When I ask you a question, shake your head yes or no, love. Please.” She grasps your shoulders and leans down to level with you.  

You felt a piece of your mind open up as she gave you a command, like you could finally form a train of thought and not fail to hold onto fleeting ones.  

“What is it? Are you hurt somewhere?” You nodded frantically.  

Her voice raises an octave, worry coloring her tone. “Can you show me where you’re hurt?”  

You bring one of her hands to cradle the side of your head and hold it there, looking at her pitifully.  

“Your head? Is it a sharp pain or a throb?” But there was no real way to make her understand this feeling of being trapped inside your body, to have your inner self locked within the depths of your mind. Still, you shake your head.  

“Do we need to call emergency services?” Rhaenyra backs away, careful to step around your mess, and blows out a breath as she struggles to calm herself down after watching you shake your head again.  

She throws her hands up, exasperated, and thinks of another way for her to understand you. “What does it feel like? Make a gesture.”  

You shake your hands in front of you. How could you explain it?  

You take a moment to think before pointing at yourself with a single digit, decide to rub a clenched hand over your chest, pull your hand away, and wrap a fist around that same pointer finger.  

I feel trapped.  

She doesn’t get it. “I don’t—I’m not—What do you need me to do, sweet girl?”  

You hold your hand out flat and shake a fist over it, knowing it’d be a sign she’d understand. You needed paper. She holds up a finger, relieved you thought of a solution, and ran down the hall to your office. Less than a minute later, she’s back with a blue notepad from one of your desk drawers and a fuzzy purple pen Helaena gifted you months ago. She hands both to you and waits for you to act.  

When you receive the items but don’t move, she huffs. “Use this to tell me what’s going on, love.”  

You get to writing immediately.  

“The willow.” 

It takes her half a beat to read it, and when she understands, she sneers at you. “Is that what this is? Are you serious? Did my brothers put you up to this? I guess you three needed something to have a laugh over so you could bond tonight.”  

Reluctant to be misunderstood, you furiously write down a “No.” 

“Right. So, Daemon then? Fuck! Go on, use the pad to talk since you’re so committed.” You jump involuntarily as she raises her voice at you, the anxiety building and making you react instinctively.  

“No. I promise you, Rhaenyra. Please! It’s the wish.” You underline ‘promise’ three times and shake the notepad at her.  

“Like fucking hell, it is. None of them were real. It’s just a toy!” She gets up, as if to walk away from you, but your hand starts moving again. She waits.  

“Do you still have the packaging?” You look up with hopeful eyes as you show her the page.  

Rhaenyra rolls her eyes at you. “No, it’s at Aemond’s.”  

“You need to call the number on the back. Take me there, now.” You write over the last word a few times, making the lettering dark enough to implore her to follow through with your request.  

“Alright, I’ll humor you. But you can’t go there like this. Shower first. Dress. I’ll clean this up.”  

You feel your inner self take a backseat as you move to complete her order. She side-eyes you as you pass her, still unwilling to believe you would truly go to such lengths just to pull her leg.  

She pulls out her phone to text her family, livid but eager to see them as soon as possible and hours ahead of schedule. She sees your phone light up as she continues messaging the chat. Rhaenyra walks over to the side table and picks it up. She doesn’t have to unlock it to notice the handful of calls from your job, messages from worried coworkers, emails waiting on replies, and silly game notifications.  

The phone in her other hand is forgotten as she unlocks it and checks your settings. You were obsessed with recording your screen time. Today, it showed nothing. Rhaenyra’s brows pull together as she navigates to your call log. You hadn’t talked to her brothers in weeks, the last call being around her birthday. She checked the date on your last messages to them, avoiding actually opening the chat to preserve some for your privacy. Same there.  

She thinks back to Syrax’s empty food bowl and her throat goes dry. Maybe there was something wrong. You would never let her go hungry.  

She shuts your phone off and places it back on the side table. There was nothing she could do but wait to find out exactly what was happening.  

XXX  

“Tell my girlfriend to knock it off, whatever you all’ve got going.” Were the first words out of her mouth seeing Aegon opening the door.  

Your silence on the drive over had Rhaenyra completely thrown off. You sat passenger with a quiet smile and watering eyes, not a single song on the radio had you dancing in your seat, tapping your feet, or singing quietly under your breath. The longer it took to get there, every civilian jaywalking, every missing blinker, every cruiser in front of her, the more it ticked her off. She needed the truth out now. 

She pushes past him with your hand in hers, dragging you toward the living room, already hearing quiet chatter come from within.  

You’re guided next to Helaena, your unassigned-assigned seat always that center cushion. "Sit down, love.”  

Rhaenyra arranges the pillows behind you, hoping to provide you some comfort as you sit up unusually straight, waiting for her next words.  

She turns to a room filled with solemn expressions, ready for some answers. Aegon steps in soon after. Her call earlier had done well to remind them exactly what she wished for. And, purposely overlooked by her, they dreaded having to tell her the truth of the matter.  

“Does anyone want to tell me, honestly, why my girlfriend can’t speak?” She looks around, her gaze becomes intense as it falls on her foolish young brothers and Daemon. “Why she wouldn’t be able to take a piss if I couldn’t command her? Anyone?”  

She watches a couple of them swallow hard and avoid her eyes, half of them look down, the others stare off to the side.   

Helaena, not wanting to endure this much longer, speaks. “Rhaenyra—”  

“Tell me you’re joking, and we’ll laugh it off by dinner.” She cuts her off sharply.  

Ultimately, Alicent is the first to find her voice out of the five of them being accosted.   

“Aemond received a call from your dad this morning.” She started, tearing off the skin around her cuticles, eyes downcast. “Your grandfather willed him the property in Dorset, said it was going in his name next May. Just minutes ago, Aegon won three hundred million pounds off the national lottery. And Daemon? Secured a multi-billion-pound contract for your father’s company at noon. They made these wishes last night. I am sorry, Rhaenyra.” 

Your girlfriend takes a step forward, bending to meet the eyes of her family, to look for horribly hidden mischievousness. “You can’t be serious.” Finally, they look up, each shaking their heads humorlessly.  

The silence that ensued was suffocating.  

Rhaenyra burst into tears upon realizing what she’d done to you. Everyone had told her it wasn’t real, it was supposed to be a stupid novelty gift, not a life changing plastic stick that could put her girlfriend through psychological torture.  

They watched Rhaenyra sob into her hands, biting their lips, and dropping their heads as she turns breathless. You flinched looking at her, your smile dropping for half a second before returning just as wide—pleasant and waiting. Whatever it was inside you was wrestling you for control, and it was winning. Helaena, beside you, wrung her hands, feeling helpless to the situation.  

Rhaenyra sniffed and tried to gather her wits. “My love, tell us what you’re thinking right now.” She directed hesitantly, eyes flitting over your stiff form, gulping as she waited for you to finish writing.  

A tear fell down your cheek as everyone in the room observed you with mortified expressions, looking between you and the notepad, somehow grateful you couldn’t speak. Because never would they have wanted to hear your next words. “Help me, please. It hurts.”  

XXX  

Weeks passed with you like this—stuck waiting for her next order. Everyone accommodated you. There were no looks of impatience as you took the time to write in your notepad, Alicent and Helaena had bought you books on sign language, and Rhaenyra learned beside you, your job curated the best tasks with your situation in mind, and your family made sure you knew how they enjoyed facetiming just as much as a regular call.  

Still, you felt as though no part of you could truly convey what you needed from Rhaenyra and when. Not when you were so used to just being able to voice it. There were some days when you were forced to watch from outside your body as you completed every task assigned to you.  

Each morning started with taking in the to-do list Rhaenyra had created for you with the utmost seriousness. You couldn’t function without it.  

She goes over your itinerary for the day, she urges you feed Syrax, get dressed and do your hair before leaving, check the flat’s door lock twice, communicate with her sister as much as possible, have fun, rest when your body starts to ache, use the bathroom when your bladder needs emptying, and to call her when you need something. You listen attentively, not having the choice to ignore her. 

Your eyes hovered over Helaena’s name on today’s sheet. Usually, it would have brought you joy to have such an arrangement with her, lunch at the restaurant in town, but with no ability to truly act for yourself, you wilted at the possibility of having to call Rhaenyra for the simplest instructions while at the diner. She couldn’t account for everything, no matter how thorough she tried to be.  

You watched her shoulders sag as she looks you over, that lifeless smile plastered on your face and not-all-there look in your eyes, she teared up, her cheeks flushed as her lips twisted in an attempt to stop her cries prematurely.  

“I love you.” She places a hand on the back of your head lightly and pulls you into her, leaving a kiss on your temple and a shallow exhale alongside it.   

These days, she hadn’t touched you beyond that. 

One thing Rhaenyra had never asked of you, since snapping that stick, was to tell her you loved her back. In her mind, it would be callous to demand that of you given the precarious situation you were both in, and in her heart, she felt she wasn’t deserving of your love.  

“Try to have a good day, yeah?” She sniffs and wipes just under her left eye before turning around and leaving you in the doorway.  

You stand there for a minute, staring blankly at the handle as Syrax circles your legs, purring while she brushes against you. Remembering Rhaenyra's first instructions, you turn to grab kibble from the cupboard, the ginger—nearly blonde—cat following closely behind you with excited meows. 

The rest of your day aligned with Rhaenyra’s orders perfectly, nothing more, nothing less. Your usual get-ready routine lacked the playlists you would pick out according to your mood and intentions for the day. You didn’t take pictures of your makeup, or outfit, after, excited to send them to your girlfriend.  

You were ready in record time, not having the authority to do countless tasks between brushing your teeth and putting your socks on. There was at least another forty minutes before Helaena would even leave the door. Lucky for you, she was the most punctual of her siblings. Otherwise, regardless of whether she appeared or not, your body would move in time with Rhaenyra’s expectations.  

If lunch at the diner was scheduled for half past one, you’d be there. Nothing would stop you. 

You all had learned the hard way.  

You waited silently in the sitting room, letting Syrax gnaw on your fingers, your eyes drifting as you waited on Helaena to appear for lunch. You thought of Rhaenyra in the meantime, wishing she was here to tell you what to do. What channel to turn on, what game to play on your phone, what book to read from the library corner in the den, what toys to entertain Syrax with instead of letting her bite your fingers raw.  

Eventually, she grew tired of it herself and dozed off into your lap as the minutes passed. Whining door hinges let you know she’d finally made it, and Syrax stretched over your thighs, giving a soft huff as she jumped down to greet the girl.  

“Well, hello there.” Your everlasting smile, previously vacant, lit up with signs of life at her soft, adoring, voice. You watched as the younger kneeled down to rub over her ears with steady, heavy pets, just as she liked them. Syrax purred under the attention, stretching to get Helaena’s palms to scratch over her sides.  

Helaena releases the feline and looks up at you, still, quiet, and smiling.  

“Let’s go eat.”  

You let her drag you to the restaurant, constantly looking at the time on your phone, speeding up when realized you’d be there two minutes late.  

Rhaenyra said half past one.  

You chanted it in your head, pushing past strangers as Helaena struggled to keep up with your brisk pace and apologize to those you’d bumped into along the way. Finally, you came to a stop in front of the diner’s doors. You pick up your phone.  

Twenty-nine.  

Helaena exhaled strongly behind you as she finally caught up. She moved to open the door for both of you, expecting you to enter. Helaena waits patiently, no irritation; only a trace of pity and helplessness could be found in her features. You stared down, waiting for the numbers to change. Chanting the schedule she made for you over and over again in your head until you saw it.  

Half past one.  

You march by her in an instant, internally grateful for the warmth inside as you pause on the mat and wait for your friend to enter.  

A server makes his way towards you. Before he can greet you, Helaena’s taking charge of the situation. She hadn’t been this bold before. Between the two of you, you were always the one to make decisions, conversation, orders, give explanations, lead the way, and provide her the space to engage when she chose to. In light of your recent changes, she was expected to step up.  

Your heart ached as you watched on with a soulless smile plastered on your face as he leads you both to a booth she’d chosen near the back. You’re both barely settled before she’s rummaging around in her purse.  

Finally finding what she needed, Helaena pulls something out of the bag, hands covering the item completely. “I’ve brought you something.” She placed it on the table between you two and you recoil from the sight of it. “I know you can’t use it. You cannot speak. But I know Rhaenya has ordered you to communicate with me as much as possible.”  

She taps your notepad, the front of it covered in stickers, by her, with pictures of all your favorite things.  

“Tell me what to wish for—how to free you.” You look away for a moment, thinking before opening your note pad and picking up your pen.  

“You shouldn’t waste your wish on me, Helaena. You have dreams.” Helaena rarely got frustrated with you, but this moment called for it.  

“And you have a life to live. My dream is that everyone around me knows freedom, allow me to give you that. You must.” She says determinedly.  

You attempt to make light of the moment. “We can find another way. A witch perhaps?”  

She doesn’t smile for you.  

“We spent that entire night thinking of ways to get you out of this. That man on the phone says your wish cannot be altered. The only way to fix this is to make a contradictory wish. Do not fight me on this. Tell me what to say...please.” Unable to deny her, you give in. 

The both of you go back and forth for the better part of an hour, coming up with phrasing that was the complete antithesis of Rhaenyra’s wish to save you from the pain of a major failure. The two of you had ordered appetizers, too consumed by the issue at hand, to even think of devouring a full meal. Neither of you had even picked at the food before you decided on the perfect solution.  

You watch on nervously as she clutches her One Wish Willow, praying that you’d both gotten it right. If anything, as Helaena had reminded you earlier, you two could try to convince Alicent or Laena to use theirs if it didn’t work.  

You hold your breath as she speaks, carefully reciting the words you’d chosen off the page. She finishes her wish off with a quick snap of the willow and throws the pieces down on the table, eager to get it off her hands. She looks at you in the same breath.  

Her expression is bright, especially optimistic, as she questions you. “Has it worked yet?”  

You go to pick up your pen to remind her of the twenty-four-hour memo when you feel something break inside you. It was as though your mind had been unlocked at last. You felt a wave of emotions wash over you, and Helaena understands when you freeze suddenly, no longer reaching to turn to a blank page.  

“It’s worked! I knew we could do it. Why had none of us thought of this earlier? I’m sorry, we could have saved you the trouble weeks ago. How do you feel? Are you alright? Is your throat sore? Should I call a waiter over for a cup of hot water?” You smile fondly at her rambling and cut in before she started to look for your server.  

“Helaena.” You hold a hand up as you cough, needing a second to get used to speaking again. "It's alright.” She bounces in her seat excitedly as she folds her lips inward, not wanting to draw any more attention to your booth.  

She grabs your hands and squeezes them tightly, the touch warranted on such an occasion. “We have to tell Rhaenyra!” She whisper-screams.  

“Do you have your phone with you?”  

You nod and pull it out of your jacket pocket. Right as you do, your phone lights up with a notification. Seeing that it was your lover, you unlock it instantly, elated by the coincidence. She was the first person you needed to talk to, skipping the text entirely; you called her. She didn’t pick up. Her phone was turned off.  

You decide to read her message then. Your mood dampens severely as you near the end.  

“No.” You navigate to your location app, anxious as you wait for it to load.  

“What’s wrong?” You shake your head at your sweet friend, too concentrated on zooming in on her sisters icon. She tries to peer at your screen, but you’re standing before she could. She was only about two kilometers away; a blue dot stationed on a familiar bridge.  

Your eyes were full of unadulterated fear as you tried to understand how Rhaenyra could do this. “I have to go, Helaena. It’s your sister, she’s trying to fix this herself.”  

You bolt out of the restaurant, forcing your body to assume a pace you wouldn’t be able to uphold any other day. But this wasn’t any other day. This moment could change the trajectory of your life.  

People curse and grumble as you speed down sidewalks. Your chest burns as you jump around strangers, make sharp turns, and urge your legs to pump faster. The autumn wind whips at your cheeks as tears build up in your eyes.  

You would never forgive yourself if you couldn’t make it to her in time. The only thought crossing your mind was a hope that she was rethinking things, even if for five minutes. You try to control your breath as you press forward, running with everything you have.  

Finally, you spot a figure sitting atop the bridges railing as you sprint down the pavement.  

Not trusting your legs to make it there before your voice, you shout, needing to get her attention. “Rhaenyra!” 

From a ways away, you see her body still. You call out to her again, pushing yourself closer by the second. She turns to you this time. You can make out wideset eyes and flying platinum hair as she stares you down in disbelief. She makes to get off the rail, away from what waits below, but you beat her to the spot just in front of her.  

Her feet don’t have the chance to meet the ground as you pull her into your arms.  

“Please—Oh my god, I—Why would you ever—Rhaenyra!” Tears stream down your face as you hold her tightly, unable to find the right words, grateful she hadn’t gone through with it, heart pounding from what had almost happened, all while you smoothed down her hair—just needing to feel her.  

“How could you?” You cry into her ear, throat aching from lack of use, the sudden shouting, and overwhelming emotion.  

She shook her head against your shoulder, sobbing along with you, and attempts to pull you impossibly close. She hadn’t hugged you like this since before snapping that willow. “I needed to fix it.”  

You pull back and look at her. She lets you wipe the tears off of her face so she can take you in, her features soften as you dab under her reddened eyes. “We could have worked around it or found something else. This was never the answer.”  

You brush her windswept hair behind her ears as she spoke, admiring the way her skin flushed from both the weather and your gentle touch. “I couldn’t let you live like that. It was torture seeing you suffer after what I’d done.”  

“And how do you think I’d end up without you, Rhae?” You shake your head at her, baffled by her reasoning.  

Her chin wobbles and she holds back a cry as you stare at her. You raise your eyebrows, expecting an answer. But she was at a loss. Since that night on the phone with the One Wish Willow representative, she ruminated over this choice. She was canceling her wish the only way that’d been offered—by facing death. And she knew, if whatever you had just done never worked, she’d continue down this road with no hesitation.  

You sigh and accept her silene. “Don’t do that again. God, please don’t do that again.” You press your forehead to hers, feeling weak as your exhaustion caught up to you.  

Not only were you recovering from the mental release, but you had bolted two kilometers in just under ten minutes. You needed some sort of rest. She keeps you standing with a strong grip and planted feet,  

She nuzzles you, dragging her nose across your cheek and down to your jaw. She presses a soft kiss there, then another at your brow bone before she rests her chin atop your head. “I’m sorry.”  

“I love you, Rhaenyra. And I never blamed you for a second, do you hear me? I love you.” You feel her nod above you and relax further into her.  

“I love you.” She says back.  

a slow, rhythmic tapping.

alicent swallows thickly, as her nails clack gently against the table before her - listening to the words of the council meeting. a meeting that she can’t focus on. war was starting, aemond was hotheaded - lucerys was..

a slow sigh. she pushes herself up, rubbing her temples. the rest of the table stop, looking to her as she waves. “i’ve heard enough. away with you all.” grumbles echoed across the table, but dutifully everyone left her - aside from her queens guard. a deep, shaky breath left.

she needed to calm down.

she needed to relax.

she needed—

ah, yes.

alicent stops, gently gathering up her skirts and nodding to her queens guard as she leaves the room, following the familiar steps to the highest tower, waving aside the guards infront of the room and tugging the key from her large necklace - easing down and fishing the lock open, before pushing in and slipping the door shut behind her.

and there, she finds you.

you, humming quietly to yourself, eyes lingering on the glimpse of sea you could spot from your window. you, with that long white hair flowing down your back - a sign of your targaryen heritage. the last of queen aemma’s children - before she succumbed to death. alicent releases a sigh.

“…good morrow.”

you jolt, looking back like the most beautiful little doe - a hint of fear in those pretty violet eyes.

her weak smile grows. alicent wanders to you, reaching and stroking your jaw with a slow sigh. you, unaccustomed to anything else, press into her touch with a soft blink. it makes alicent hum. you were so gentle. always so gentle. so unlike that of your sister, rhaenyra. her heart tugs — sometimes you even looked like her.

“have you done your lessons?” she steps closer, her legs brushing yours as she strokes your jaw.

you nod.

“good girl,” alicent whispers. “and food. have you eaten?”

“yes.” you whisper, eyes slipping shut under her touches. you were like a pretty dragon, purring and nuzzling for more.

a pleased noise escapes the queen, as her hand dips, rubbing your neck slowly and down your collarbones. “…there is much discussion,” she whispers. “that your sister aims to start a war.”

her voice is sickly sweet, making you blink gently as you look to her. “…helaena?”

a soft chuckle. “no, my darling girl. your…other sister.”

a soft hum escapes you. you’d known rhaenyra very briefly, but alicent had never let you get too close. she took you on as her own, cradled you to her breast and kissed your little head, swearing she was all you needed. and you felt it true, too.

“I see.”

alicent’s hand meets the ties of your nightgown, and ever so slowly she tugs a string, feeling it give beneath her fingers. your gown falls forward slightly, and a soft breath escapes her lips again. “you are most beautiful when you are like this,” alicent’s eyes soften; as she lowers herself down to the bed, settling beside you.

her hands move, gently guiding the top of your dress down, and off of your arms. she swallows, eyeing the way her chest sits - their peaks slowly hardening from the cold of the room. you blink, breath hitches when her hand raises, and slowly grazes one breast - thumb rubbing the soft nipple there.

“mother—”

alicent sucks in a breath. “not now-” her head shakes gently. “don’t- don’t call me that right now.”

you frown, tilting your head and peeking at her. “what am I do call you then?”

“your grace will suffice, im sure.”

you nod gently, as alicent shuffles a bit closer, kneading your chest slowly in her hands. “you are too sweet, my girl,” she shakes her head. “too sweet for this world…I cannot lose you.”

“mh..your grace,” you tremble softly, pressing forward into her touch. the action alone makes alicent stop, her eyes weakly shutting as she slides her hands from you, and instead rests them in her lap. you look to her softly. “…your grace?”

alicent swallows - as her hands weakly clutch her dress. “…take the rest off.”

you pause - and she presses her lips together, gesturing to your nightgown. ever so slowly, you stand, gently easing the fabric down your body, until you are bare before her. alicent’s eyes bore holes into your exposed skin.

she stands, hesitating but taking your cheek, and leaning in. “you are mine and mine alone, sweet girl.”

and her lips meet yours.

alicent is soft. hesitant almost, as her eyes shut and her hands cup your face gently. you blink, but naturally your eyes slip shut, as you move your lips against hers faintly. a low groan escapes your queen, who’s head tilts slowly as she eases more into it, body pressing against your soft, warm one.

her lips are sweetened like lemoncakes, and as soft as the silks she supplies you. tentatively, your arms wrap around her waist, holding her close to you as the two of you kissed. alicent released another slow noise, her hands lowering to drag yours to the back of her dress, making your fingers loop the gentle slope of her dresses lace.

“undress me,” her voice is low and soft into your mouth, her kisses reverent.

you whimper - softly unlacing the ties and peeling her dress off of her slowly. it slips to the floor, leaving her in just her small clothes. your hands raise again, though this time they softly undo her hair, letting the curly auburn strands fall as your fingers lace in them — the kiss growing deeper and firmer when you grasp her head.

alicent gasps faintly, her hips pressing against yours slowly in shallow rocks as she eases you back - until you rest against the bed again. alicent slides atop you, breaking the kiss to sit up — her hands lowering to the hem of her small clothes and peeling them off one by one, until she is naked atop you.

you swallow again; blinking and eyeing her form. the small curve of her breasts, the dip in her waist, the flair in her hips. she’s beautiful.

“…your grace, I-I don’t.."

alicent smiled gently, nodding. “I know, darling girl. let me help you.”

she lowers again, pressing another slow kiss to your lips, before slowly kissing down your neck, greeting your breasts with easy sucks and slow circles of her tongue that make you vibrate in pleasure. you tense weakly, feeling warm between your legs as your hand gently rests on her head - pressing down.

alicent hums, kissing down your tummy and allowing you to press her head between your legs. a weak noise escapes you when she kisses your inner thighs, before greeting your cunt head on with slow licks and sucks. her tongue swirls your clit, hand pressing down on your tummy as she keeps you steady. you want to squirm, feeling dizzy and weak all at once with every flick of her tongue.

slowly, your back hitches off the bed, a weak noise escaping. “m-mh— m-mother..!”

alicent groans into your folds, drowning herself in the taste as she closes her eyes and laps at you like a woman starved. after a moment, her head backs up, thumb rubbing your achy clit as she whispers. “feels good, yes? you’re doing so well for me..”

you whimper, shifting. “f-feels all tingly—”

alicent coos, as heat slicks between her legs. “you’re just aroused,” she continues to rub your puffy clit, biting her lip faintly. “I can make you feel even better, darling..but you have to trust me.”

you’re nodding without even realizing it, and alicent hums slowly, pushing your legs further apart. her thumb moves, now her ring and middle together rubbing your pretty clit. slowly, she dips her fingers down, circling your entrance. “take a deep breath my love, come on..”

you whimper, but comply.

and as soon as you breathe in, you sputter out a sharp yelp, as alicent slips both of her fingers inside of you. it’s not painful, really, but slightly uncomfortable as you adjust - whimpering at the sudden intrusion. “m-mother—”

“I know, I know,” alicent bends, hesitating, but guiding her chest to your mouth. “shhh, be good..be good for me..”

you squirm, but latch on, teething her taut nipples and feeling alicent shudder instantly, as her fingers delve in and out of you at a sudden, yet measured, pace. your hips buck weakly, something hot and dangerous coiling in your tummy with each slow thrust of her digits.

you break from her breast, slowly whispering. “f-feel hot—”

“yeah?” alicent breathes shakily. she hesitates - but slips her fingers out suddenly, making you feel all empty and whiny. but before you can protest, she shifts, turning herself around.

her cunt lays atop you. dripping essence and slightly pinkened with need. “..mama how do I—”

the title makes her groan.

she swallows thickly, whispering. “j-just..lick, baby. you..you just need to lick mama, okay?”

you nod hesitantly, leaning up and licking a stripe of her cunt. it makes alicent shiver, even as she lowers herself back down to you, licking and sucking slowly at your clit. your hips back and you whine, weakly attempting to focus on her as your lips part and your tongue gives tentative motions through her — her taste exploding on your tongue.

the room is a weak mess of soft moans, as alicent devours your cunt and you lick at hers like a kitten.

curiously, you tongue over a small ball at the head of her sex, and alicent trembles, hips staggering closer to your mouth. you blink, reaching and holding her thighs tightly as you lean in - and suck the small ball into your mouth, swirling it around and feeling alicent shake, her lower half collapsing against you, nipples grazing your tummy. “s-sweetling, you..”

you hum, the vibration echoing throughout her body. she whimpers, easing down and attempting to suck your clit too - her fingers lowering and entering again in shallow fucks.

your hips buck up, and your hand shifts to her cunt, swirling her entrance and shoving in. alicent moans louder, her body shaking. “f-fuck, I’m—”

a sudden warm liquid spurts, drenching your fingers and sliding down your arm.

you lean in, licking it clean as your own heat builds in your tummy - and in a very quick moment, you finish with a yelp, falling off her clit.

alicent groans, cleaning your spend and slowly moving away from you, wincing as your fingers fall out. she turns around, still sitting atop you, and pants weakly. “…there you go,” comes her shaky whisper. “…good girl..so good for mama..”

and you buzz.

"Clark! Clark! Clark!" the frantic sound of her voice could be heard well before she even entered the building. Luckily, he was already heading home. "Clark! Clark! Clark!" he heard her coming up in the elevator. "Clark! Clark!" he heard her fumbling with her keychain to find the right key. "Clark!" as she opened the door. "Clark—oh!"

She stopped short, seeing her best friend -still in his Superman suit-standing with a woman. The woman was wearing an outfit somewhat similar to Clark’s: same colors, same symbol on the chest. The difference was a long, light-brown trench coat that reached below her knees. She had blonde hair -slightly curly and a bit wild.

"Sorry, I… I didn't know you had company, Superman," she said, watching her friend roll his eyes. Of course, she’d been calling his name all the way from her own apartment, and now she was calling him "Superman" to "protect his identity." And yet, she was the one who complained that the "hypnosis glasses" idea was nonsense. "I'll… I'll go look for Clark. Since he's obviously not here…"

"You can stop that, sweetheart," he said with a hint of amusement. "She knows." He pointed to the woman in the matching suit.

"Thank God! Because I didn't know how I was going to salvage this," she huffed, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the nearby rack. "Do you have any sugar? I found a recipe and wanted to try it out," she said, walking toward the kitchen—only to freeze in her tracks when she found a dog devouring the contents of Clark's pantry. "You adopted a dog!? Hey, gorgeous! Hi there!"

"Don't do that! He isn't trained!" Clark tried to warn her, but Krypto had already launched himself at the woman. "Krypto! No!" She fell to the kitchen floor, her scream turning into laughter. Even so, Clark rushed to her "rescue."

"Oh, come on, let him be!" the blonde woman said. "He’s happy!"

"He’s eating her hair!" Clark said, finally pulling Krypto off her lap.

"You’re no fun, Farm Boy." She finally stood up, using her hands to fix her hair, ignoring the fact that Krypto - the dog with powers, apparently - could be seen chewing on a lock of her hair.

"And he isn't trained. Especially not around humans." Clark replied, setting the dog down; Krypto immediately went over to the other woman. "I thought you were going to train him!" he said to the blonde woman. She rolled her eyes, picking up one of the chocolates from the box Krypto had been snacking on earlier.

"I had other, more important things to do!" she huffed. Clark felt pressure against his side - a small nudge from the woman standing next to him. He looked at his friend, and she simply signaled toward the other woman.

"Oh, shoot! Sorry! Kara, this is my friend." He turned to her. "This is my cousin, Kara." He finally introduced her.

"Hi! I kind of guessed… Because of the outfit. The super-powered dog… The flawless genetics. God, you’re beautiful." She heard Clark cough, which was her cue to stop talking. "I… I just came over for the sugar and… Look at this!" She picked up a bag that Krypto had half-chewed. "It’s right here… And there’s still at least enough for my recipe" The bag was leaking sugar. It was covered in dog drool. And there certainly wasn't enough for any recipe. "I’ll get going now… See you tomorrow, Farm Boy… And… I’ll see you around, Kara. " she said, giving a little wave before leaving.

The sound of Yn’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as she walked away. Kara watched the woman disappear through the apartment door, her blue eyes tracking every movement.

"She’s… interesting…" Kara remarked, tilting her head as she continued to watch Yn descend in the elevator using her X-ray vision. Krypto went back to sniffing the floor in search of more chocolates.

"Stop that!" he said, snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"What?"

Clark sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.

"She’s… my best friend," Clark said, bending down to clean up the mess Krypto had made in the kitchen.

"Does she know about your… you know?" Kara made a vague gesture toward the symbol on his chest.

"Yeah. She found out during our sophomore year of college… She fainted. Then she asked me to take her to the moon. I said no, obviously. But I took her to the Fortress to appease her… Four forbade me from bringing anyone else. He said she asks too many questions." He laughed at the memory.

Kara laughed, too, but her eyes remained fixed on the direction Yn had gone. There was something about the way Clark spoke of her - a different tone in his voice. A certain fondness.

"You really like her," Kara observed, more of a statement than a question.

"Of course I do. She’s my best friend."

"Hmm." Kara picked up one of the chocolates from the floor and examined it. "And you never thought about… something more?"

Clark choked on his own breath.

"What? No! No, no, no. Yn and I are just friends."

"Right." Kara smiled, but her eyes told a different story. She didn't need X-ray vision to see the depth of the bond between Clark and Yn. She might not call herself a reporter, but she was definitely going to investigate.

The following weeks were an exercise in patience for Kara. She had moved to Metropolis temporarily, sharing Clark’s apartment while she adjusted to life on Earth. During that time, she witnessed something that left her increasingly frustrated.

Yn showed up every day. She brought food, new recipes, and stories from work. She would walk in without knocking, calling out for Clark, and always found an excuse to stay.

And Clark… Clark was worse.

Kara would hear her arriving and track her movements until she opened the apartment door. She was always carrying a shopping bag, street food, or takeout. Clark would rush to help her, his hands touching hers for a second longer than necessary. Yn would laugh, playfully pushing him away.

"Did you see what she did?" Yn asked excitedly, showing him something on her phone. Clark leaned in to look, his face too close to hers. Yn didn't pull away.

"That's cute," Clark commented, and Kara could swear his voice was softer.

It was always like that. Small touches. Lingering glances. Shared smiles. She made coffee exactly the way Clark liked it, and he always saved the last piece of cake for her. When she was tired, she’d lie on the sofa with her legs in Clark’s lap while he watched TV or read. When he was stressed after a fight with some evil bald guy - whom Kara had personally tried to kill after Clark told her what he’d done to Krypto - she would make him laugh. She’d get him to rest. Or simply help him forget the outside world.

Kara didn't understand it.

One night, while Yn was preparing dinner, with Kara helping out before Clark got home from work, she accidentally got her shirt dirty. Kara watched her go to the bathroom and return wearing one of Clark’s shirts - an old, faded one he used for sleeping.

"Will you taste this for me?" she broke Kara’s silent train of thought. Yn held the spoonful of sauce out to her, watching closely as Kara tasted it.

"It’s good."

"Just good? Isn't it the best sauce you've ever had in the galaxy?!"

"Well, tomatoes only exist on Earth, so…" Kara couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic gasp Yn let out. Especially when she pretended to be stabbed in the chest and slowly -tried - to sink to the floor. She only tried because Kara stopped her before she could even get close, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in. In that moment, Kara was close enough to Yn to look deep into her eyes. To feel her warmth. To feel her breath. To hear her racing heart. She understood perfectly why her cousin was in love with her.

"Are you two dancing in my kitchen?" just the sound of Clark’s voice made Kara roll her eyes.

"We aren't dancing," Kara replied, letting go of the woman so she could stand on her own.

"We're making dinner!" she added. "Here, taste the sauce." Kara watched as Yn grabbed another spoon, scooped up some bubbling sauce, and blew on it a little before bringing it to Clark’s lips—just as she had done with her. "What do you say?"

"Best sauce in the galaxy," Clark replied.

"See? He lies just to spare my feelings," she teased Kara, playfully bumping her hip against hers.

"Are you wearing my shirt?"

"Oh, yeah. I spilled sauce on mine," she explained to him.

"It looks good on you," he said, touching her waist as he reached for something in the high cabinet.

"Thanks, farm boy."

Kara felt a knot form in her stomach. It wasn't jealousy - she barely knew the woman. It was frustration. The frustration of watching two people clearly in love acting as if nothing was going on.

The next day, she arrived with a cake that hadn't turned out right.

"It turned out like a rock," she laughed. "But it tastes good, I swear!"

Clark ate two slices.

"It's delicious," he said, despite the clearly questionable texture.

"You're a liar," she replied, but her eyes were sparkling.

Kara watched as she slowly wiped a smudge of chocolate from the corner of Clark's mouth with her finger. Clark stood motionless, his eyes locked on hers. The air around them seemed charged with electricity.

They're going to kiss, Kara thought.

But Yn pulled away, turned to the sink, and started washing the dishes. Clark cleared his throat and went back to reading his newspaper.

Kara wanted to scream. Instead, she grabbed the cake and finished it off right then and there.

Three weeks after they were introduced, Kara finally snapped.

They were on the balcony of Yn's apartment, enjoying the sun -technically, Kara was recharging, and Yn was keeping her company.

"Can I ask you something?" Kara asked, looking at the other woman, who was petting Krypto at her feet.

"Sure."

"You and Clark… how long has it been?"

"How long has what been?" she asked, looking at Kara with a confused expression.

"You two. Together. Dating." Kara made a vague gesture. "I know he's your best friend, but it's obvious there's more to it. I see the way you look at each other, the way you touch. Everyone sees it."

"What?" She shifted abruptly. "No! Clark and I aren't together. We're just friends! Just friends!"

"Friends." Kara gave a humorless laugh. "Friends who look at each other like they're the last person on Earth? Friends who share shirts?" Friends who act like an old married couple?

"Yeah… it's complicated," she said, looking away. "Clark and I have a connection, sure. But it's not like that. I promise."

"Then what is it?" Kara pressed. "Why don't you make it official? Why doesn't he ask you out? You deserve someone who claims you, Yn. You're amazing. Smart, funny, beautiful. You deserve more than just being the 'special friend' - the one everyone knows is actually something more."

Yn remained silent, her eyes fixed on the horizon. The setting sun painted her face in golden hues, and Kara felt a pang in her heart.

"Kara, I think you’ve got the whole situation wrong." She turned toward the other woman; the sunlight bathed both their faces perfectly. Both had skin glowing with a golden warmth; both had eyes reflecting the fire of the sun; both looked at each other as if they were perfect paintings. "I love him. Clark is my best friend. He… He knows the deepest parts of me. But I am definitely not in love with him."

"Of course you are! I see the way you look at him!"

"You see what you want to see." She gazed at the horizon, breathing in the cool air that came with the sunset. "Kara, I’m a lesbian. I’m not attracted to men. I never have been."

"Oh."

"Clark was the first person I told. He gave me the strength to… to come out."

"But… But you two…"

"We’re friends, Kara. Just friends." She smiled - a small, bittersweet smile. "I know it looks strange from the outside. But it’s the truth."

Kara fell silent for a long moment. Her whole world had been turned upside down. All her certainties about Clark and Yn - about what she saw, about what she felt…

"So…" Kara began, her voice quieter than she’d intended, "why are you at his apartment all the time? Why do you spend so much time with him if there’s nothing going on between you?"

"Because he’s my best friend…" She laughed, looking back at Kara. Her heart raced, and she knew the other woman noticed. "And because his cousin is staying at his place."

"What?!" Kara asked, a surprised laugh escaping her lips.

"Come on… I wanted to get to know you better." She said it as if it were obvious. "Most of the time I was at Clark's place, he wasn't even there!" Kara paused to think, and it was true. Clark only arrived at night, yet she had been there since late afternoon.

"Are you… are you serious?"

"Yes. But I know you're going through a tough time, and I didn't want to give you anything else to deal with," she said, lightly touching Kara's hand. "And now that you know, I promise to back off if you want. We can just be friends, or not even that. It's your choice."

"It's my choice?" Kara repeated, as if unaware that her own heart was racing.

"Of course!"

Silence stretched between them. The wind blew, tousling both their hair. Everything made sense now—her attempts to strike up a conversation; the way she included Kara in everything; the afternoons spent together; the lingering glances. How had Kara not noticed sooner?

Kara pulled her close. Her lips met Yn's before she could think, before any rational thought could intervene. It was a quick, hesitant kiss - a test.

Yn froze for a second. Then, her eyes widened, and she kissed Kara back with all the desire she held inside.

"You…?"

"I've wanted to do this for a while," Kara replied before leaning in to kiss her again.

This time, it was slower, as if they had all the time in the world. And they did.

Kara's hands were cupped around her face, while Yn's rested on the jeans the Kryptonian was wearing. She dug her fingers into Kara's hips, pulling her closer as she deepened the kiss.

Kara felt the touch of Yn's tongue against her lip and soon allowed her entry. Their tongues touched hesitantly at first - as if Yn didn't want to force anything or move too fast. But Kara needed more.

She turned the other woman around so she was positioned between her and the balcony railing. Kara placed one hand on the woman's hip and used the other to brace herself against the railing beside her. Her fingers dug into yn's flesh, while her hands rose to cup Kara's face.

Yn pulled back to catch her breath, seeing Kara’s pupils darkened - even with the sunlight reflecting in them. Kara smiled faintly; her lips were flushed and her breathing heavy. Yn pulled her in for another kiss, more passionate than the last. Teeth grazing Kara’s lip. Tongues entwining. Mouths devouring each other.

They only broke apart when the sound of something hitting the ground distracted them both.

That "something" was small chunks of concrete that had crumbled from the cracked section of the railing right under Kara’s hand.

"Shit!" Kara pulled her hand away, looking at the clear mark left behind. She laughed, and Yn joined in.

"We could go somewhere less likely to break… Like my room." Kara smiled and agreed.

The room wasn't anything special - there were a few decorations - but let's be honest: who would notice a painting on the wall when they were naked and in the middle of a make-out session?

It wasn't Kara's first time having sex, yet she was nervous as if it were.

"You're beautiful," she said to Yn, who was beneath her. Her fingers brushed Y/N's messy hair aside before trailing down her neck to her breasts.

"And you're even more so," Yn replied, pulling her in for another kiss while running a hand over Kara's body. Her fingers traced a line across the Kryptonian's breasts, circling her aroused nipples before moving lower and lower, finally touching the spot Kara needed most. As soon as she felt Yn’s warm fingers, she moaned against her lips. Her hips moved as if seeking more, grinding her clitoris against the woman’s palm; Yn simply pressed a little harder against Kara’s body, feeling her arousal soaking her hand.

She let Kara set her own pace, feeling the alien climax in her hand moments later.

"Fuck!" Kara moaned, letting her head drop onto Yn’s neck. She watched as the other woman brought her hand to her own lips, "cleaning" Kara’s fluids from her palm. Kara swore in a language Yn didn't recognize.

The blonde moved her hand over her body, touching her breasts with a certain delicacy and a hint of curiosity. Yn said nothing as Kara began trailing kisses down toward them - and even less when she saw the Kryptonian smile mischievously before blowing an ice-cold breath onto her nipple, only to warm it with her tongue a moment later.

"Kara!" she moaned, pressing her body against hers. Kara did it again and again. Between freezing breaths and sucking, licks and kisses, she moved her thigh against Yn’s sex, letting her relieve her arousal by rubbing against her skin.

Kara discovered something wonderful in that instant: she could see Yn’s orgasm.

Her whole body reacted: lungs releasing air in a loud moan; heart racing to its limit; her vagina contracting around nothing and her clitoris pulsing with a pleasure that made her entire nervous system react.

"Holy shit… I didn't know you did that!" she said once her body stopped convulsing with pleasure.

"I can do more," Kara replied, capturing the woman’s lips with her own.

"Sit on my face." She asked quietly, yet loud enough for Kara to pull away in the middle of the kiss.

"What?"

"Let me feel you, " she asked. "Please, I want to feel you… on my face."

"I might hurt you!" Kara said, trying to pull away, but the other woman wouldn't let her.

"You won't… You can hold my hands; if I feel anything, I'll squeeze your fingers and you can stop." It sounded reasonable.

"Promise me that if anything happens, you'll let me know."

"Yes. I promise." She said, already getting into position and smiling as if Kara were about to give her a chocolate.

Kara positioned herself, clasping the other woman's hands in hers before leaning down toward her face. However, the moment Yn’s tongue touched her pussy, Kara lost all control.

She settled onto Yn’s face, positioning herself perfectly so that Yn’s nose pressed firmly against her clitoris while her tongue delved deep inside her pussy. It felt good—good enough for Kara to close her eyes and ride that face; good enough to moan Yn’s name into the air; good enough to climax right there. More than once.

Kara collapsed onto the mattress beside the woman, immediately pulling her into a passionate kiss, tasting the traces of her own orgasm on Yn’s face.

"I’m going to take you to the moon," Kara promised, and Yn just laughed, pulling her closer. The Kryptonian lay against Yn’s chest, closing her eyes as she felt Yn’s fingers gently stroking her hair.

Sunlight streamed through the window of Yn’s bedroom, bathing the room in golden hues. Kara lay on her side, watching the woman sleep beside her. Yn looked so beautiful like that, with her hair spread across the pillow and her lips slightly parted.

She planted a soft kiss on Yn’s forehead before getting up and dressing, then flew over to Clark’s apartment. He was in the kitchen having coffee when he saw her enter through the balcony. She didn't even say good morning before heading straight to her own room.

"Good morning, Kara! Sleep out?" he asked, hearing what sounded like a hurricane raging in his cousin's room.

"Shut up!" she shouted before opening the door again and heading toward the balcony to fly back.

"Don't let Yn be late today," he murmured, raising his cup to his lips.

"No promises. I’m taking her to the moon." Kara flew back with her spaceship's key in her hands, before Clark could stop her.

your eyes track her everywhere.

rhaenyra is a vision, to you. with her pristine white hair tugged back into lazy braids. her dashing violet eyes sparkling across each one of you, holding yours slightly longer and instilling within you a sort of.. hope. hope that maybe - just maybe, she felt it too. that magnetic pull you felt every single time the two of you made eye contact. the way your heart thumped heavily, the low thuds noises in your throat anytime you tried to speak.

"and for you?" her grin is perfect as she looks at you, waiting on your answer. but before you can, she hums, jotting something down. "I'm assuming the chocolate milkshake.. as per usual?"

your heart bursts - she remembered. "..yeah, please, rhaenyra."

rhaenyra gives you a wink that, per usual, sends your blood pressure soaring as you smile shyly at your pants, watching her leave back to the bar.

"you are so lame," a voice beside you - laenor gives a small eye roll. "you go to a bar and order a milkshake? really? at least throw some gin in it."

beside him, alicent scowls, knocking her arm into his, before giving you a tiny, sure smile. "I think it's a good idea. One of us has to be sober enough to drive home, otherwise we're all screwed."

rhaenyra returns, her eyes flicking to the small smile alicent gives you, before settling down beside you and passing the milkshake your way - the other shots being distributed amongst the group. "what'd I miss?"

"I'm being bullied." you chuckle weakly, looking down at your shake. you miss the glare rhaenyra shoots - and when you look up, alicent's smile has fallen and laenor is glancing elsewhere. just in time for gwayne to enter, dropping himself next to laenor and snagging a drink.

"sorry, I literally couldn't leave work," he huffed. "and criston-"

a group groan.

"- had me pick up his takeout, you know," gwayne rolls his eyes weakly. "you guys are too hard on him. he's not that much of a douche..now."

"he played your sister and rhaenyra, yeah, he's a douche." laenor flicks his head and rolls his eyes, taking a shot and downing it. "alright," he claps his hands. "I'm going to the karaoke machine. might as well traumatize the bar while I'm here."

"oh gods," alicent watches him go, standing. her hand brushes out to you. "wanna help me try and not get us kicked out?"

a faint smile forms on your face, and you reach to take it, but rhaenyra interrupts. her eyes don't leave alicent's hand. "actually, I wanted to speak to you about something - alicent."

you frown, glancing between the two of them.

gwayne sighs, grabbing another shot before nudging you. "come on, lets go."

you stand, watching the way alicent stands stiffly, her hand retracting slowly. "you'll be over soon..?" you whisper hopefully, staring at rhaenyra, who sighs into a smile and nods at you.

and then you're leaving - milkshake forgotten.

-

"drive me home?"

a soft hand at your shirt, tugging softly.

you look back and see alicent, a tiny - almost invisible smile on her lips as she hesitates to slip and grab your hand instead. her lips briefly strewn together, the cold outside running a shiver down her frame. you soften, tilting your head. "gwayne isn't?"

alicent shakes her head. "I don't want to trouble him, he has to get home to criston. and I.." she shrugs. "wanted to talk to you."

"oh," you blink, then nod along. "then, yeah, I guess so."

alicent's smile grows, as the rest of the group tumbles out of the bar.

"catch you guys tomorrow," laenor murmurs, rubbing his eyes slowly. he moves down the street, before climbing into a car where his boyfriend awaits - and you guys wave him off.

gwayne merely gives you a nod, leaving soon after. and then it's just you, and alicent..and rhaenyra. her lips are tightly pursed, as she looks between you two. "...my cars at home," she speaks. "mind if I hitch a ride too?"

"not at all," you grin, too enthusiastic.

alicent's hand drops from yours.

-

the ride is quiet.

rhaenyra had gotten shotgun before alicent could, forcing the other to sit in the back as you drove. your eyes were on the road for the most part, but you'd occasionally glance at rhaenyra - who met you with a smile. not once did you glance back at alicent.

"this is me," spoke the woman, waiting until the car rolled to a stop before getting out. she hesitated - before moving to your window and peeking in, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "..bye."

you simply smile, giving a tiny wave that she weakly returns.

before you can make sure she gets into her home, rhaenyra clears her throat. you look over, cheeks flaring. it's just you two. "...sorry, um-" your head shakes, as you start the car up again - driving away from alicent's home.

rhaenyra rolls her window down, the air pushing her perfume to you - and gods you want to drown in it. her voice comes them, murmuring. "...take the long way," she speaks. "I want to stop somewhere."

"sure thing," you whisper, easing off and onto a different road.

the silence comes again, warmly awkward between the two of you - before rhaenyra reaches and turns on the radio, sighing and stretching back against the seat, your eyes daring to track the column of her throat, down..down..

you swallow thickly.

fuck.

"u-um.." you search for the words - but she's half exposed, and damn near giving you a show. "...you looked nice tonight."

rhaenyra hums, looking over. your eyes snap away, and a jolt of warmth followed soon by shivers explode through you when she reaches and softly runs her fingers down your arm. "thank you. you do to.."

fuckfuckfuck-

"looks like we're here. park out front here."

you nod, shaking your head of your lewd thoughts and pulling up out front of a store. your head tilts, it didn't seem like rhaenyra at all. more alicent's jam. maybe she was getting her a present?

the older of you two lips from the car, and you quickly tug your seatbelt off - following her like a pup as you enter the store behind you. immediately, a warm surrounds you. rhaenyra holds the door as you stare in awe, taking in everything the shop had to offer. the beautiful crystals, the mixed incenses in various smells, the statues and figurines. it's magical.

rhaenyra moves away from you as you wander along, a small set up catching your eye.

'one wish willow'.

the box was small enough in shape, with red and white accents. your head tilts slowly as you gaze it over, reaching and turning the box around. it seemed the entire gist was to wish and break the stick, and your wish would come true. a load, really, and probably a huge scam, but you couldn't help but be interested.

"what have you got there?"

rhaenyra's voice jolts you, and you quickly stuff the box behind your back. she smiles trying to peek. "n-nothing..! just- don't uh," your hand stumbles, grabbing an amethyst. "..eyes?"

her smile grows, as she takes the crystal, and chuckles. "a bit, yes. mine are brighter, I think? what do you think?"

she looks to you then, and your heart beats fast. fuck, she's beautiful. "I think..you- your eyes are-"

"hey, we're closing in ten."

you mentally curse at the cashier, nodding as rhaenyra softly sets the crystal down, her eyes twinkling a bit. "go buy your mystery item then, I'm gonna grab something from the back."

you move to the register, passing forward the stick softly and avoiding the cashier's grace as she scans it and gives you your total. you hesitate, looking back where rhaenyra looks. "...does- does it really work?"

the cashier pauses. "yeah, they work."

you nod, faintly passing over the money and taking the bag. "okay, thank you," your heart beats. maybe you- maybe you'd wish for rhaenyra to like you back? you'd done manifestation before, and perhaps it was the same thing. "nyra?" she looks over. "ill uh..ill be in the car."

"okay, be out soon."

you swallow and nod, quickly leaving and walking back to your car. when you enter, you breathe slowly, digging in the bag and tugging out the box. you skim the instructions and grab the stick, listening to it's soft jingle as you take it out. your hands tremble slightly. this was stupid and it probably wouldn't work and-

"I wish rhaenyra targaryen loved me more than anyone else in the world.."

and-

rhaenyra's hand tugs at the door.

you quickly shove the box away and toss it in the back, unlocking the door for her. she enters with a tiny smile, settling and slipping her seatbelt shut. "I was thinking, you wanna come over? you drove all this way, I mean."

your heart thumps. "oh, um, wouldn't I be..intruding?"

"hm? not at all."

your eyes glance back at the bag, then to her. softly, you nod. "o-okay."

---

"sorry, it's a bit of a mess." rhaenyra chuckles, walking into her apartment and tossing her housekeys in a small ceramic bowl designed like a yellow dragon. and as you enter, you can't help but frown at her definition of 'messy' because it very much so wasn't in the slightest.

rhaenyra moves to the kitchen, reaching and opening her fridge. "hungry?"

"oh, ah, no thank you," your eyes bore across the apartment. it was beautifully designed but- fucking hell is that a bra? shit, you couldn't be here. "I-I should go, really-"

"what? no." rhaenyra shuts the doors to the fridge hard, frowning and taking strides to you. "stay."

"b-but.."

"why are you so awkward with me?" rhaenyra huffs, reaching and taking your hands. "you know I like you just as much as you like me.. why won't you just - talk to me."

you stop. no, you freeze. no shot - no shot rhaenyra was.. telling you that she liked you too. had the wish truly worked? were you- was she..?

"you idiot."

and her lips are on yours. rhaenyra's hands shifting hold onto your face as she kisses you. the movement is deep, her head tilting slowly as her lips slowly part yours, tongue dipping lazily past your lips and tracing your own and easing into a slow, sensual kiss. your body trembles, as your hands shakily grasp her hips.

rhaenyra hums in approval, kissing you harder, her head moving closer - her lips moving faster, hungrier.

she pushes you slightly, urging you down against the couch and slipping atop you - the lewd noises of wet kisses passing between the two of you as rhaenyra eases her knee between your legs, parting yours and slotting between them comfortably. weakly, your hands come and smack her hips gently, wanting to breathe.

a low chuckle escapes, and reluctantly she pulls back. "can't handle it?"

you pant, huffing at her. "couldn't breathe."

she hums, sliding down and pressing kisses to your neck. you shiver, a weak whimper escaping. "you-..you're drunk, we should-"

"I didn't drink tonight."

fuck. she hadn't?

your hands tremble as you hold her. "t-then you..you actually-"

she eases back, sighing and holding her face. "yes, silly girl. I like you. you're mine now, okay?" her lips come back - seeking yours. and you? your melt into it.

-

"n-nyra..!"

"shhh," rhaenyra's hands grip your hips at a bruising pressure, as her strap drills deep inside you - hitting your cervix with slow, shallow thrusts that leave you bucking up for more. you were already on your second round, and she showed no signs of slowing down.

her hand eased up, taking yours and lacing your fingers together as her hims gave fast thrusts. "fuck, you're so fucking pretty..does it feel good? do I feel good?"

you whimper, all your thoughts fucked completely out of you. it's a dream come true, honestly. fuck - maybe you ought to buy more of those damn wish sticks. "y-yes...!"

"uh huh, there's my good girl," her hips thrust again. "better than alicent, yeah? I fuck you so good.."

you frown, looking to her. "a-alicent-"

a growl escapes her lips, and she seems to fuck you harder, finger raising to rub at your clit in rough circles. your eyes roll back weakly, hips thrusting back into her with each slow fuck she gave. "don't say her name when you're like this," rhaenyra rasps, groaning as you take her strap. "only I get to hear you like this..fuck, baby, you don't need her.."

you whimper, head feeling all fuzzy.

and you're so so so damn weak to her, weak to the way she fucks your pussy like it was made for her. the way she takes like it was rightfully hers to begin with.

maybe it was.

fuck.

"fuckfuckfuck..! im- rhaenyra..!"

"that's it," she rasps, moving quicker. "come for me. make a fucking mess."

and you do. the pleasure in your tummy erupts as rhaenyra bottoms her faux cock inside of you, panting slowly and looking down as your walls convulse around her cock. trembles roll through you, until finally, you're whining prettily and slowly patting and prodding her away.

she chuckles, slipping out and setting the strap aside to be cleaned.

slowly, rhaenyra descends upon you, pressing slow kisses to your body and up to your lips, where she whispers.

"I love you so, so much..you're mine." she drags her lips slowly against yours in a kiss, before shifting and biting down on your neck. you yelp, as she whispers. "you don't need anyone else but me.."

all you can do is stare at her shocked, before sleep takes over.

---

"god, that is gnarly," gwayne murmurs, frowning as he gazes at the tender flesh of your neck. the bar is - one again - the designated meeting spot, though it had been a week or so with rhaenyra and she seemed reluctant to let you go. well, she barely wanted you out of her damn sights. but luckily - she was grabbing the drinks again, leaving you at the table. "she really like...bit?"

you nod softly, letting your shirt cover the mark against you murmur. "guess it was just heat of the moment," a soft shrug. "I mean - it was really hot when she did it. and the sex - christ."

gwayne shrugs, giving you a fist bump.

meanwhile, laenor squints. "a little soon, don't you think? I mean, saying I love you and stuff."

"I agree," comes alicent's response - though she hasn't looked at you this entire night. her eyes stare weakly into her cup. "I mean, it's just kind of..manipulative, if you ask me. fuck and say I love you?"

"and how would you do it?" gwayne snickers. "since you're so..charming."

alicent huffs, shooting him a glare. "dinner to start, and maybe- maybe a walk," finally, her gaze flicks to yours. she swallows. "there's..there's always that band shop you like.."

you pause, perking a bit. "you remember that?"

alicent gives a weak smile. "of course I do..."

your eyes hold her face, but before you can speak again, rhaenyra sits down, sliding the drinks to everyone. "here we go, and for my baby - your little chocolate shake."

your cheeks burn a bit at the nickname, and you take the shake, taking a tiny sip and nodding your head in thanks. rhaenyra hums, her hand falling onto your thigh and rubbing it slowly, daring to dip close to your inner thighs. you shiver, and the table sits in an awkward silence before laenor speaks.

"right...well, anyway," he waves a hand. "I'm thinking of having our next get together at my place. if everyone's down for that?"

a chorus of nods fall, but rhaenyra-

"sorry, we're having a date then," her arms loop possessive around your waist, tugging you closer. "isn't that right baby?"

"I- er-" you blink. "we are..? but Sundays are for the group."

rhaenyra huffs. "are you saying no?"

"wha- I..no of course not," you shake your head softly, looking to the others and murmuring. "sorry guys, maybe next time."

the three ahead of you two each share a look.

"...hey," alicent murmurs gently. "could- could I..speak with you for a second..?"

you blink, but nod quickly. "yeah, of course-"

rhaenyra grabs your hand as you stand, frowning to you and raising her brows as if asking why you were getting up in the first place. you dismiss her lok, softly slipping away and following alicent to a corner of the bar. "..what's up?"

alicent sighs. "so you two are..serious then?"

"I think," you glance over, and shiver when you meet piercing amethyst ones. quickly, you look back to alicent, and murmur. "probably."

alicent hums, shifting. "bit fast, no?"

"are you here to judge or did you actually want to speak?"

she swallows, looking down and toying with her sweater. "well, I-..I just wanted to see if you wanted to come to my gallery. it's...it's nothing crazy, just a little showing. and I understand if you're busy or-"

"id love you," you give a small nod and a smile. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

alicent's lips raise weakly. "yeah?"

"yeah."

-

"no."

"rhaenyra," you frown, sliding on your shirt and moving away from her. an act that makes her frown deeper. she had been kissing at your neck, marking and biting at your skin - but now you had gotten up, intending to get ready for alicent's gallery showing. "I promised."

"I don't care," she huffs. "you're supposed to be here with me, baby. why would you wanna go over there? it'll be boring."

"nyra..!" you frown quickly. "she's your friend-!"

rhaenyra stands. "and you're my girlfriend, and I'm telling you to stay home. with me."

you roll your eyes, frowning and grabbing a jacket and sliding it on. "look, im only gonna go for a bit. I'll be back in an hour, okay? no more, no less -"

"she likes you."

you stop, turning to look at rhaenyra who looks down, brows still slightly raised as she picks at her shirt. the silence stretches on between the two of you for the briefest of moments, before you soften. "is that what you think this is about?"

"it's what I know." she murmurs, quiet. "you're falling right into her trap. she doesn't like that we're together, baby, she only wants to come between us."

you falter. "that's not- alicent isn't like that."

her face scrunches in a weak eye roll. "don't go there."

"rhaenyra," you sigh weakly, coming forward. "look, I-..I won't go."

she perks almost instantly. "you won't? good. come back to bed, darling, I miss your lips on me."

and you're tugged back.

---

your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

the soft sound of rhaenyra's shower fills the quiet room, and you momentarily set the book aside, grabbing your phone. almost instantly, your heart thumps.

ali: hey! you coming?

your heart aches.

you: im sorry, I can't.

you: we shouldn't be alone together.

slow typing, and then it disappears. your phone buzzes with a call, which you instantly instantly and raise to your ear. "alicent-"

"she told you then?" there's a weak sniffle. fuck. you made her cry.

"she- she didn't tell me anything.."

a scoff. "don't play that. please, just - look, I didn't have any intentions. I just wanted - I wanted you to come because you wouldn't...laugh. but-" another sniffle. "but whatever."

"alicent," you breathe, glancing at the time and sighing. "surely you have other guests you wanted to speak with..?"

"no."

your hear aches. fuck it.

"okay, im coming."

and you hung up, standing and leaving the room and quietly slipping your door shut - where the water screeches to a stop. "...darling?" rhaenyra calls.

you swallow thickly, grabbing your keys. "ill be back!"

"where are you going?"

the bathroom door opens, and she steps out in her towel, tilting her head with a playful smirk as she slowly parts her robe slowly. "come on, come back to bed baby.."

you barely tear your eyes away, swallowing. "I'll be back-"

"don't you-"

but you're already out the door.

"fuckfuckfuck.." you whisper, rushing to your care and slipping inside, quickly starting up and driving away without a second thought.

---

"you're going to be in so much trouble," alicent whispers, taking you softly in from the rain outside, ushering you into the gallery. "I can't believe you came."

"I felt bad," you whisper, softly sighing and wiping yourself off - looking away. your face slowly tilts to a frown. "where is everyone..?"

alicent shuffles gently, softly whispering. "...you're the only one that showed."

your heart shatters.

if you hadn't come -

she'd be alone.

"oh, alicent," you hesitate, wrapping your arms around her softly. "come here," and alicent melts. her body leans into you, sighing slowly and nuzzling your neck faintly. "..show me everything. one by one, yeah?"

alicent nods slowly, easing back and taking your arm. she begins to walk through the gallery, leading you around her paintings and pointing out different ones, telling the story behind each one.

"this is beautiful," you whisper, softly eyeing the frames and sighing. "you're so talented."

alicent swallows, hesitating and taking your face in her palms, eyeing you softly. "...why her?" she whispers faintly. "why? I've..I've waited for so long.."

your heart thumps slowly. "alicent, I-"

she leans, hesitating and brushing her lips closer and-

a slam on the glass.

the door opens, and rhaenyra steps in. soaked.

you break from alicent quickly, face shifting in concern as you move over, and take your jacket off - wrapping it around her. "baby what were you thinking? you're soaked.."

rhaenyra sniffles. "you left.."

"I-I said I would be back," you look back at alicent, who stares away in..anger?

rhaenyra sighs, slowly pressing into your chest. "I'll get sick if I stay in these..take me home, please..?"

and you nod.

"alicent," your voice comes gently. "do you need a ride?"

rhaenyra's grip tightens on you, as alicent shakes her head slowly, drawing shapes on the floor with her foot. "..no. just- just. get her home, I guess. thanks for coming."

"alicent.."

"you heard her." rhaenyra tugs you. "come on, take me home."

-

the car ride is silent.

rhaenyra holds your jacket close, looking out the window. she tugs your jacket up a bit closer, and whispers. "I don't want you near her again. she's..she's trying to take you from me."

"rhaenyra-"

"enough." she snaps, looking to you. "don't you love me? I love you more than anyone in the world, baby. you shouldn't bother with people I don't like. got it?"

her ehad tilts dangerously, and you swallow thickly.

"...nyra, it's not fair. we've been friends for years-"

"I said no!" her hand slams against the door, and you jolt, looking straight ahead. her eyes are dangerous. her stare hard, her eyes narrowed. "...no more, okay?" she reaches, softly taking your hand as she softens. "you're mine, yeah? mine?"

a shaky breath leaves you, and slowly you murmur. "...yeah. yeah I- I'm yours, baby."

"good." as you pull up outfront of her home, rhaenyra sighs opens her door. "I'll go start up a warm bath," she pauses, and leans over to you, kissing your jaw once, twice, before you ease back. her jaw tightens. "I love you."

"yeah," you nod slowly. "...love you too."

rhaenyra sighs, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut - moving forward and entering her home.

you hesitate, grabbing the door handle and going to leave - when you hear a slow jingle.

you blink, looking to the backseat where the box and bag still sit. with a pause, you slide out of your car and open the back seat, grabbing the bag and tugging out the box. you open it again, the jingle sounded as the willow stick falls into your palm.