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LADY ARRYN who is unbent and unyielding, a force to be reckoned with. she is stoic in the face, not even flinching when she watched her first moon door death at the age of six. lady arryn’s parents are proud in her fearlessness, priding themselves on the fact that their child isn’t easily swayed.

LADY ARRYN who is cold and detached, not harbouring many friends. her only companions are her pet falcon blueberry, and her pet horse midnight. she rides with the wind in her hair, tromping around the eyrie with a motionless face and striking down anyone who dares challenges her with her tongue.

LADY ARRYN who has no intention of finding a husband. she is just fine on her own, never wanting to leave the eyrie and be tied down to some fat lord who only expects her to squeeze out heirs. she’s her own person, and the last thing she’d ever want is to be shackled to some man.

LADY ARRYN who is the object of many men’s desires, a striking beauty of sleek embroidered gowns and poised perfection. every feast she goes to, there is a lineup of men begging to have a dance with her. she says yes, but she spends most of the time pushing them away, trying her best to make herself seem as undesirable as possible. again, she doesn’t want a husband, but solitude.

LADY ARRYN who sees love as foolish, something that weakens your heart and leaves you unguarded. she doesn’t yearn for it until it’s approaching her in the most uncomely of situations, a tidal wave that knocks her off balance and shocks her to her core.

LADY ARRYN IN HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

she is the sister of jeyne arryn, a cold figure that haunts the eyrie. most call her the ghost of the vale, a looming shadow that floats around with a detached grace most can’t muster. most of her time is spent riding her horse, playing with her pet falcon, reading, or hunting. she doesn’t indulge in careless courting or political squabbles, for she has her sister as the sculpture placed out front for viewers to gawk at. when the dance begins, she has no care to declare a side, leaving jeyne to make the decision for house arryn and the eyrie in nature. it doesn’t take long for three princes, a knight, and a lord to catch onto the enigma that is lady arryn, all trying to vie for her attention.

LADY ARRYN IN A KNIGHT OF THE SEVEN KINGDOMS

she is the youngest daughter of the lord of the eyrie, a detached figure who spends most of her time riding around the mountains and hills of the vale then courting noble boys. when the tourney of ashford comes up, she begs her father to let her stay home, regarding the whole thing as some silly excuse for knights to show off their stupid skills. in the end, she is forced to go, dreading every second she is in the reach. she misses being up high, in the clouds and away from people. lady arryn was never a chatty or lively person, so when she catches the eye of three targaryen princes, it comes as a shock to her.

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daeron targaryen gwayne hightower jacaerys velaryon

ormund hightower valarr targaryen

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ME? I TREAT HIM LIKE HE DISGUSTING ( AEGON II TARGARYEN )

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“A shooting star for your shield, how beautiful”

So yes! This is the return of Jon Arryn's daughter on this blog. I already mentioned that Rhaegar would be obsessed with her, merely motivated by the idea of ​​completing a prophecy.

I think Robert would see her as his first love. And perhaps, his last because she has a tendency to keep him in line.

She, despite having a sense of honor, would not be afraid to expose her claws and a sharp tongue, "So, you got a woman pregnant? You're lucky I won't make you marry her."

However, she forced him to take care of Mya.

"Don't be an cretin, Robert" Her eyes flickered with clear menace. "Go visit the girl and see if her mother will need anything."

(Jon learned that the best thing he could do was let his heiress rule. Otherwise, he himself was the target of severe criticism.)

your husband is a wretch, one you cannot fathom being married to. he’s pathetic and whiny, something you can’t stand. though, he isn’t so bad when he’s under you.

content warnings: arryn!reader, 18 plus, minors do not interact, pathetic/sub aegon, p in v, orgasm denial

marriage with prince aegon was loathsome, a deed which you did not wish to continue bearing. the court whispered whenever lady arryn and the prince showed up around the keep together, ladies lowly speaking behind fans and men staring wide eyed as the lady of the vale walked her princely husband like a dog, acting as though she were higher in ranking than he was.

lords and ladies watched with wide eyes and bated breaths at feasts as you openly glared at your husband, his indulgence in the cups disgusting you beyond belief. more than once you had scolded him in scathing whispers, the man having the nerve to look meek under the rim of his cups that you snatched away with terse hands, one’s that were used to grab his jaw in angered ernest.

fingers always prodded into his cherubic cheeks, his lilac eyes wide as you glared at him, murmuring harsh words of scorn that left the prince deflated like a kicked hound. more than once, he begged like a petulant child for your forgiveness. yet you dismissed him, harshly giving the reminder that you’d deal with the matter behind closed doors and not in front of court.

and oh, did you punish him when no prying eyes were upon you.

your hands always clawed at aegon’s chest, leaving deep red scratch marks that he’d touch later with resounding whimpers and a hard cock. you wouldn’t bounce or grind on his lap; you’d just sit there, every now and then moving slightly as to where the prince would have no other option but to whine and moan at the pleasure.

“why do you have to dishonour me, husband?” you’d seethe, nails digging deeper into aegon’s pale skin as he writhed and cried beneath you, tears muddled of pain and pleasure trailing down his cheeks. “am i that unbelievably insolent? a wretch to be married to? do you loathe me that much that you wish to see to my ruin?”

“no, my darling!” aegon would cry, trying to reach and grab for your hips, but you’d always smack his hand away as though you were swatting at a pesky insect. “i love you! i love you so much! i would never mean to dishonour you!”

a short breath of laughter left your lips, eyes turning into cold steel that rivalled valyrian blades. aegon always cowered at your stares, the way your eyes turned into misty pools of malice. he loved your gaze. loved when you looked at him with disdain when he kissed your cheek publicly. yet when you were behind closed doors, and those gazes turned to that of ice, aegon couldn’t help but shrink into himself like a babe.

“you love me, yet you drink like a lowborn? sully mine and your families name?” aegon would cry at the way your hips rutted harshly against his, the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him euphoric. if he was hitting any spot inside of you, no emotions showed on your face. you honed your pleasure, disregarding it so you could torture your husband instead. “don’t pout now, aegon. i didn’t see this attitude when you were humiliating your mother and i at the feast.”

gasps of pleasure left aegon’s lips, hands clawing at the silken sheets beneath him as he begged for some kind of purchase. you wouldn’t let him have it, keeping it to yourself as you toyed and teased with his restraint. “please, my love! i am sorry! so sorry!”

“you’re not sorry until i say you’re sorry.” you sneered, lowering yourself until yours and aegon’s noses were brushing. with sharp canines, you bit at his bottom lip harshly, relishing in the way your husbands lilac eyes widened in need and adoration.

another cry left his lips as your words settled into his bones, aegon’s lip wobbling as he understood the gravity and resolve of your words. “do-does that mean…?”

a playful smile lit up your cheeks, one that was so rare on your lips, aegon almost gasped at the sight. you were so beautiful when your face glowed like the sun, even if it was to his own expense.

“yes, my love. it means you don’t come until i say you can.” another whimper left his lips, and it was at this time you decided to start canting your hips back and forth, watching with pleasure as aegon closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip in deep pleasure, pain, and concentration. “and if you even dare let a drop of your seed into my womb,” your voice lowered, brushing against his cheeks with a finality that chilled him to the bone. “i won’t fuck you for a moon.”

aegon’s cries went onto deaf ears, and it was long after that he ever dared embarrass you at a feast, for he knew the punishment that awaited for him in your chambers if he did.

he developed an appreciation for songs and literature. and so, the prophecies were presented to him.

his imaginative mind created scenarios based on the words that led aegon iv to perdition. and when he met you — the only daughter of jon arryn that come of age without succumbing to illness — his obsession with completing the song of ice and fire intensified.

ROLI MY LOVE!!! this request was so delicious and i had such a fun time writing for it😉 aegon is such a whiny and pathetic mess and i just knew the moment i created lady arryn that she'd completely walk him like a damn dog🤭 i am so happy that this is the first fic i am putting out with her, and i hope you enjoy it!!!

you can read it here!!!

rhaegar: how did you do that without turning around?