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Part 1 (Part 2 will include time skip)

As the youngest child and daughter of a House Strong, you grew up further from other nobility. In the Riverlands with your dear mother who always told you ‘Play sweet, to get what you want’. And your father, who was a rather ambitious man. But it didn’t mean he didn’t look out for your best interest.

It was only a matter of time before you were summoned to court. Arriving as a could-be companion for the Realm's Delight. You were nearing the age of marriage. But before that, your Father wished to have you closer to other members of the King’s court. 

 By chance, you bumped into an auburn-haired girl around your age. Her fingers were spotted with red and peeling skin. “Oh my lady here, this must sting I’m sorry” You said pulling out a handkerchief. She allowed you to take her hand and stop the bleeding. 

Alicent had just gotten back from yet another uncomfortable meeting with the King. Hiding in the usually empty hallway, so she didn’t have to report back to her father right away. “My name is Y/n Strong, and please let me call a maester for you” You insisted to her. Not many people besides Rhaenrya tended to be so gentle with Alicent these days. She felt a warm feeling stirring in her. 

Rhaenrya was made aware of your presence before you came. Her interest in you peaked as both a newcomer to the castle. And the fact that Alicent talked about you nearly as much, as she talked about Septas and the faith. The two of you met rather formally, via fathers introducing each other. As they went along talking about matters of the Kingdom. 

Rhearnya knew she liked you when you suggested they both sneak away and snatch up some lemon tarts. You had a rebellious side rather than the other stiff members of the court. While sitting in a secluded spot in the garden with a handful of treats each. She found that she enjoyed speaking with you. 

It was by pure luck that Alicent mentioned Rhaenrya’s love of lemon-flavored things. It was no secret that the Princess and Lady Alicent were very close friends. From what you gathered after speaking with Alicent more, is that Rhaenrya was bright and lively. The two girls seemed to contrast each other. Not that you minded. You enjoyed listening to Alicent talk about things she enjoyed to her troubles. She always had her hand in your’s during these talks, or just in general. 

And enjoyed adventures with Rhaernya during the evening. She loved to sneak you around the castle. At least a few times a week, you would explore the streets together, or sneak more treats from the kitchen. She made you laugh and forget the stressors in your life. Truly fitting of the nickname ‘Realms delight’. She paid much more attention to you than most of the other people in your life.

It was only a matter of time before Rhaenrya’s guard took serious note of you. In your eyes, he was a rather handsome man, though not easy to make conversation with. Though every time you saw him, you’d give a small wave, nod, or smile in his direction. Criston never took serious notice of the Ladies in court, not that any members took notice of him. A Dornish knight and guard of the Princess. But you made an effort to know him. As distant and bordering on cold as he could be. And it was the start of his eyes never leaving you.

Your Father was greatly pleased that you managed to charm the Princess and daughter of the Hand. Almost as pleased as you were. 

As the third child and only daughter of a lord. You knew if the gods were kind you’d be betrothed to a decent man who wouldn’t outright make you miserable. Start popping out children till your husband was satisfied. Worst case scenario marry an old man who you would be forced to serve for the rest of your life. And be reduced to womb, mother, and servant. 

All while your brothers went on to be knights and/or one day inherit the noble house that bore you. It wasn’t fair, and you’d be damned before letting that all happen to you. Power would protect you if nothing else.

As the years flew by you gained a reputation as an immaculate Lady of the court. Never seen without the company of the new Queen and Princess, heir to the throne. Or without the Queen’s personal guard.

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A/n: THE SEASON 2 TRAILER HAS RAISED ME FROM THE DEAD

Childhood friends: Young Helaena did not have many friends, despite her Princess status many found her to be odd. She had interests that were uncommon compared to the other young ladies at court. Her mother, Alicent, tried her best to bond as much as she could. But alas even she could not understand her own daughter. Though Helaena tried not to mind, she had her bugs, enchanting little creatures who lived in their own worlds. As a daughter of a lord on the small council, you both would be introduced by your mothers. Fidgeting with your bracelet, she noticed how you stood like a small shadow next to your mother. Another shy girl, perhaps you would like to meet her caterpillars. A shy girl you were around everyone, but around Helaena your eyes sparked with interest when she rambled about her insects. And a boisterous laugh when recalling a funny story to her. You were much different than her mother and brothers. You were always with her and showed affection so sweetly. Never mocking her interests or spurts of dreams like rambles. Aemond was good to her, but she felt  wonderful around you

First Kiss: You and Helaena were lounging in her chambers, side by side. You snacked on small pastries, and her reading a book. “Helaena have you ever kissed someone before” You mused, as she turned to you surprised. She felt a strange warmth wash over her at the question. “It is something I have yet to experience, have you?” She admitted with a touch of shyness. You, ever so playful, took note of her expression. “I once kissed a boy whom my Father forbade me from seeing again. Pointless really as I learned I have no interest in kissing boys” You said. Helaena felt a prick of animosity towards this nameless boy. He got to feel your plush lips against his, be close to you in a way another woman could not be. “My dear Helaena, have I upset you?” You asked, putting a gentle hand on her cheek. “I fear I wish that I could have been that boy” She said looking away. You leaned closer towards her, Helaena slowly turned her eyes to meet yours. The prettiest shade of purple you’ve ever seen, the kind only she possessed. “I’d love to kiss you, If you’ll have me” This time it was your turn to be shy. With a gentle grin Helaena nodded her head. 

On dragonback: Soaring the world was a wondrous thing itself but Helaena by your side of Dreamfyre, it was an indescribable feeling. Helaena laughter followed the wind and you grinned. “Come on we must get back before they notice we’re gone” You giggled, arms wrapped around her waist. Both of you donned black cloaks, however the large blue dragon very clearly gave away who was in the sky. Despite that it was still a moment of careless joy before grounding back to reality. Back to betrothed and games of green and black. But how could you be thinking of that when strands of her hair glowed in the moonlight. “Is something wrong, you’ve gotten quiet” Helaena asked worriedly. “Only admiring how lovely you look” You coyly said. She simply leaned her head against your shoulder with a smile 

Summary: New to Westeros as a diplomat, you find a friend in the princess of the realm. POC-coded reader, purposely vague about some details, self-insert away!  

A/n: Y’all it’s summer break and I’m back :)

After the small council meeting ended, You and Rhaenyra lingered to speak more. You noticed how Sir Otto’s Hightower’s eyes darted towards You and your Grandsure. It was a mixture of distaste and mistrust. However your Grandsire seemed unburdened to it, however You were not. It was like he was trying to push you and Rhaenrya out of the room, even though You had barely spoke during the meeting. However the voice of the Princess broke your thoughts.

“I’ve heard many things about what the L/n’s do, what might your role be?” Rhaenyra asked curiously, with a touch of playfulness in her tone. “Well as you know we manage many routes of trade along our land and outside of it as well as our vineyards. Our wine and our secrets trades garner the most interest”.

Rhaenyra nodded at the information, noticing the spark of pride and passion in your eyes. You had just met and were already much more talkative than many nobles. She liked the sound of your voice. However raised, an eyebrow at the mention of secrets. It was no secret that Lord L/n was rather a jolly man, who wore two faces. She was so stranger to that quality especially from her Father’s Hand.

“I assist my grandsire with bookkeeping, managing the affairs of land, rather boring things I’m afraid. But it’s what I enjoy and I wish to be half the Lady-erm Lord he is” You finished, stumbling with the last few words. Normally you’d be terribly embarrassed, especially making such a mistake in front of a Princess. But Rhaenyra simply grinned in response “Perhaps your secrets could be of use when I ascend the throne”.

“I do hope so as well, your grace” You chuckled. Hesitant, You couldn’t help but ask the question “Aren’t you frightened..To be the first woman to sit the Iron throne not through marriage?”. The question clearly caught Rhaenyra off guard, she answered after a moment of silence. Regardless of her hesitations Rhaenrya sensed the genuineness from you.

“At times I am quite frightened and unsure. But my father has named me heir and supported my claim despite what many say since the birth of Aegon. It is my right” She responded undaunted.

You now understand the term “Of the dragon's blood” because here this girl stood with blazing words of her conviction. It excited you undeniably, in a way you almost didn’t understand.

“I was not considered my family’s heir till I was 2 and 10, neither was my mother, she was the second child. My uncle was slain by rouges while traveling to Dorne without any children left to him. My mother admittedly dislikes staying in one place for too long, however she’s the one who suggested that I succeed my uncle.” You explain with a heavy feeling in your chest. Rhaenrya nodded slowly, before taking your hand gently despite knowing the feeling of grief herself, she still didn’t know what to say in the face of it.

“Thank you, If you wish to confide in me I would gladly hope to lighten the burden, Princess” You said softly with a soft smile. “If you wish, you may simply address me as Rhaenyra” She spoke with a genuine smile. You felt heat spread across your face and a higher beating of your heart.

It did not take long before You and Rhaenyra went from friendly to true friends. She often invited you to dine with her, much to your grandsire’s glee. Despite his ambitions you found a sort of comfort in the young princess. You had yet to be fully welcomed to court, and the more conservative members of the nobles had an outright aversion to You. Rhaenyra’s made You laugh with her commentary of them. She enjoyed listening to you talk about your interests from books, plants, to wine she enjoyed your chatter. Once you found out about her love of lemon tarts, you gifted her a bottle of fine aged lemon wine. One that lasted less than a day with you both drunkenly giggling in her chambers.

Part 3

It was very worrying when your suiters and admirers started to disappear. Your Father started to worry that there was no one willing to marry you. You had an inkling of why they all started avoiding you, but you wouldn’t dare mention it. Ser Cole had a dark side to him, one everyone saw first hand at Rhaenyra’s wedding. 

That night he had begged for your forgiveness. As shocked as you were something about his sad dark eyes drew you back in. 

When Alicent was with child, you were practically glued to her side. She practically shooed away every man that glanced at you. Citing that she needed you more than anyone else did. You warmed up at her bold words as she blushed. You were so gentle with Alicent. It reminded her of the days when she was just Lady Alicent. She never wanted you to leave the Palace. 

Rhaenyra and you no longer snuck around the castle as often as you once did. But anytime you found yourself alone. She’d whisk you away on Syrax. And take you to the clouds with her arms wrapped around you. So tightly at times, especially when you mentioned your Father’s betrothal plans for you. Times like this you remembered that dragons were possessive in nature. And the blood of the dragon ran thick in the Princess.

One evening Alicent invited you to her chambers. To your surprise Criston and Rhaenrya were present. They informed you of what Otto Hightower proposed. Your face instantly dropped, knowing full well that the Hand had ulterior motives with every move he made.

Criston took your hand in a comforting gesture. “Do not worry Y/n we’ve devised a plan to keep you” Alicent sweetly said. Rhaenrya nodded informing you of the marriage plan. You simply stood in shock taking in the information. Three of the most powerful and influential people in the Kingdom stared at you, lovestruck.

It was a little intimidating, but you agreed. Knowing that they could provide you with a well-off life and companionship. Rhaenrya promised that your future children would receive the royal treatment, as would you. Criston insisted he’d be completely devoted to you and always keep you out of harm’s way. And that the marriage would certainly be a loving one. That’d he’d never let anyone come between you both. 

A whole new life was at your fingertips and only a fool would reject the offer.

Summary: New to Westeros as a diplomat, you find a friend in the princess of the realm. POC-coded reader, purposely vague about some details, self-insert away!

Once again you found yourself in the garden, for no particular reason you told yourself. After all your younger sister, Zolia. Was fond of all the pretty colors that the flowers produced. “Sister! Look this one is bigger than my hand!” She gleefully pointed out. You smiled and gently hushed her before anyone started to stare.

“I know everything here is new and fun, but we must stay composed” You gently reminded her. Zolia pouted her chubby cheeks as you patted her head amused. “Lovely morning, is it not?” A familiar voice approached.

“It truly is your majesty” You politely agreed, as the Queen approached with surrounding servants. She looked around your age, dressed in fine material all in Targaryen red and black. Zolia shyly stared up at her as well. “I do hope your stay has been pleasant, Lady L/n” Queen Alicent said. You gave her a small grin “It’s been quite nice, the people of King’s Landing have been kind, especially Princess Rhaenrya”

Her eyes perked at the mention of the Princess. “I see, the King and your Grandsire seem to have a good relationship” She continued. “I hope we could as well” You nodded, as Alicent gently nodded back. You wondered if she had been a shy girl, before becoming Queen.

“The babies are holding flowers” Your sister pointed out with a giggle. Alicent smiled at the young girl. One of the babes was holding a small daisy in the servant’s arms. “Are you fond of flowers?” Alicent asked while Zolia grabbed your hand nodding.

“You and your sister seem close, I hope Helaena and I will be the same” Alicent said. Looking back to the servant you assumed the younger babe must be her daughter.

Later in the day, it was decided that you would join a meeting as a cupbearer. “My girl, under no circumstances can you spill any of the wine” Your grandsire stressed. “I don’t even spill things that often, and the last time wasn’t my fault I tripped on the dress” You protested. He simply shook his head in response.

“Hello again” Rhaenrya greeted entering the hallway. “Pleasure to see you again Princess” You smiled. “My Father told me you would also be cup-bearing during your stay” She said. “I’m surprised my Grandsire pushed for it, given he doesn’t trust me not to spill the whole bottle” You jested.

Rhaenrya snickers in response, it appeared that you both would be spending more time together. Not that she minded it had been a while since she had another female companion. You were something different, a person she could further relate to in the Castle.

The both of you chatted while waiting for the council to meet. “What is it like to be bonded to such a powerful creature?” You asked the question lingering in your mind since you came to Westeros. She turned her head thoughtfully before responding. “It’s unlike any other relationship there is, Styrax and I have had one another since I was seven” Rhaenrya said.

Your eyes widened at her words. “Seven?! You must have been a wondrously bold child” You giggled. Not being able to imagine your little siblings claiming a dragon at such a young age. Though something told you that your brother, Omar would absolutely try.

Summary: New to Westeros as a diplomat, you find a friend in the princess of the realm. POC-coded reader, purposely vague about some details, self-insert away!  

Some would say you were of noble blood, others would call you a high-born bastard. Residing in a new-ish kingdom had exposed you to many things. Being known as the mulberry maiden to those outside your family. A name born from the deep purplish red color of the berries juice that surrounded your home. And nickname your siblings enjoyed teasing you with. And despite them, you never heard it more in your life till you came to King’s Landing. Since your grandsire aimed to strengthen his ties with the powerful houses in Westeros. 

Rhaenyra was familiar with the other houses and the lords who ruled them. They talked of nothing uncommon while she carried their cups. What spiked her interest was news of visitors from an ocean away, that was meant to meet with her father. A mention of a girl is what made her perk up even more. “Will she really reside in the palace, your grace? There have been some concerning rumor’s on how they live out there ” Otto Hightower questioned. “Nonsense, they’ve worked with Targaryens before, even King Jaehaerys trusted the L/n’s work” her father responded. Rheanrya held a small smile things were going to be getting interesting in the coming moons. 

“I know you dislike travel my child but we are almost there” Your grandsire sympathized. In response you huffed and held tighter onto your book. “I bet she’s going to puke” jested your youngest sibling. “Well I’m going to puke all over you” You shot back. It was hard to tell if it was the constant motion or nervousness that nauseated you. Sure you had encountered important people before, but never a King, never a Princess. 

Finally, the day came when you all arrived in King’s Landing. Greeted kindly by the palace servants and other diplomats, they quickly lead everyone to their chambers. “I wonder if we’ll see the dragons today!” Your younger brother chirped. The very hyper boy of six the boy was, practically jumping up and down your bed. “We must greet the royal family first, if all goes well I’m sure we’ll see the dragon pit at some point” You chucked. “I wanna ride one!” the older twin girl joined her brother in making a mess in your room. A knock on the door gathered your attention. “Children, your grandsire says to start preparing to meet members of the court” A maid informed you all.  

Proper posture, head held high, with a painted smile. 

You had done this before and will support your family. These words repeated in your mind. A sense of control through repetition.

You wore a lavender short sleeved silk gown. With a respectable royal purple top layer and a gold belt to match the necklace and earring you adorned. You looked more important than you felt. 

“Surely I have enough time for a walk” You muttered to yourself. Slipping out the door you managed to make your way outside. A Ser Strong was kind enough to offer directions to the garden. It was a lovely place, lush and green. 

“That’s a very interesting tree” You mused out loud. “It’s a Weirwood tree, a symbol of the oldgods, and a marker of previous battles” A voice of a girl explained. Still staring up at the tree you responded “That’s absolutely fascinating, to be standing in the presence of such history”

You continued “I’m afraid I’m new to King’s Landing, how long have you resided here?”. She chucked in response “My entire life I suppose” Finally, you turned to the girl. 

Not many people stoped at the Weirwood tree. Especially with a meeting of the court soon to be. It was hard not to notice the other girl. Rhaenyra approached the stranger who looked wide eyed at the trees face craving. As you both talked she soon realized what a lovely voice you had. With a smidge of an accent from the place you were from. 

When you finally turned to her it felt as though your heart nearly stopped. Seeing long silver-white hair and eyes almost the same color as your dress. “Your grace I apologize! This was such an informal way to meet. Had I known it was you I would have–” You rambled. Grandfather forgive me, we've been here less than a full day. And I've already made a mess of things.

She held an amused smile on her face at your words. “It’s fine, I honestly find it refreshing” She chuckled. You gave an awkward smile, relaxing a bit.

“What is your name” Rhaenyra asked. “I’m Y/n L/n, from (you decide), my family arrived early today” You responded. “I see my father mention your arrival, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/n” She said. What a sweet smile she had. 

Rhaenyra Targaryen: Your hands! Whenever Rhaenyra fidgeted with her rings you took hold of her hands. Whether it was to hold them on your own, rub soothing circles, or simply just a touch. She much preferred your fingers around her than her rings.  

Daemon Targaryen: Your shoulders! He loves seeing you in dresses that show off your shoulders. Especially nightgowns that reveal all the sweet bites and marks he likes to leave. And see the jewels he gifted you, hanging off your neck. 

Rhaenys Targaryen: Your eyes! As expressive as a dragon’s she’d say. Glimmer of happiness you saw she entered the room. Glowing with laughter on dragon back together. The mirror to your soul she could spend hours peering into. 

Alicent Hightower: Your voice! Always so kind and accommodating for her, not because she was the Queen. But because you truly cared for her. Humming songs for her when she picked at her nails. Singing her soft tunes as she got ready for the day and night. 

Harwin Strong: Your thoughtfulness! From untangling his hair gently after a long day of training. To dropping by the training grounds to catch up with each other throughout the day. It was the small gestures of your love he appreciated so much. 

Criston Cole: Your hair! Long, short, curly, braided, dark, light. Whatever way you styled or wore it he adored your lovely locks. During moments alone he always had a strand between his finger tips.  

Laena Velaryon: Your lips! Small sweet kisses throughout the day kept Laena joyful. Deeper kisses with hints of tongue, woke a flame in you. Lingering kisses on her cheek, hand, neck. Kept both of you awake through the night. 

Corlys Velaryon: Your fearlessness! Meeting you during his adventures at sea. Diving into the thick of it with him, warmed his heart. Having someone like that by his side only fueled his love for you. 

Helaena Targaryen: Your arms! Arms that wrap around her in the garden. Hold onto the insects she would show you. And the books she would read to you. Just you both holding each other brought Helaena much peace. 

Jacaerys Velaryon: Your patience! Being a prince could be a high stresser, but luckily he had someone as cool headed like you around. Another thing he adored was how you cared about his siblings. Always kind to Luke and doting on the younger ones. Made his feelings for you grow.

Aemond Targaryen: Your Creativity! Your love for the art’s mirrored his love for history and philosophy. He cherished every painting, handmade gift, and love letter you gave him. Spending time together in the library were quiet moments he greatly appreciated.