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“Prince Aegon of House Targaryen, Hand of the King, and his daughter, the princess (y/n), of House Targaryen and Lannister”, again with the Lannister remark, that made you smile. 

The Queen’s Ballroom was exquisite, just as you’ve been told.

Three delicately carved tables stood in the center of the room, arranged to form an inverted U. the walls were made of rich paneling of mirrors with silver frames, making the room seemed as it gleamed when they reflected the light of the numerous candles of the chandeliers hanging in the ceilings. It could house a hundred people in there, but now, only the main table was set, and there, sat your family

At the center of the main table was the King himself; he had decided to wear his golden crown, the one of Jaehaerys. HIs face though, you had to hold a gasp, it had decayed like he was a living corpse. He was missing half his face. 

You knew he was sick, yet your father failed to mention this.

“Your grace”, you bowed profusely, “thank you for inviting me to your court”

“Niece”, he wheezed, you felt your father's hand on your arm, reassuring you, “it is a pleasure to finally meet you, I see your father's and uncle’s praise did not fall short”

“You are too kind”, you answered, you then turned to the Queen and bowed again

“My Queen”, you said, she looked severe, her auburn hair arranged tightly up in her head, her big eyes did not miss anything that happened in this hall, and they were now on you. 

“Princess”, she said cordially

To the other side of the King, sat his heir, Princess Rhaenyra.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, the Valyrian traits gave her an ethereal look, her silver hair and her sharp lilac eyes

“Your grace”, you bowed yet again, she was the crown princess and the heir

“Cousin, it is a pleasure to finally welcome you at court”

“You are too kind”, you said, couldn’t hide a big smile on your face, “and as beautiful as the singers praise”, because it was true, singers even from Casterly Rock sang about her beauty, and since you had a memory you heard stories about ‘the Queen’s delight’. 

And the introductions were just begging, and you felt terribly anxious for it, there were still many members of your family to be introduced to.

Jacaerys Strong followed, Rhaenyra’s oldest son and heir, he was terribly handsome, the lack of valyrian features did nothing to prevent him commanding the room with his pose and presence. And from what you have heard, not only did he look it, but he was heavily involved in the small council and was proven to be the perfect heir. 

He was courteous in his acknowledgement 

You smiled at him. 

On his side were his two little brothers Lucerys and Joffrey. 

Now there was a clear difference between Rhaenyra’s side of the family and Queen Alicent’s, his sons and daughter Helaena, all three of them belonging to Valyrian ancestry, with ethereal beauties of silver hair and lilac eyes. 

“Princes”, greeted prince Aemond with poise, as your father had said he too seemed like the perfect prince, contrary to his elder brother Aegon, who just giggled, looking at you in such a way that made you uncomfortable. Princess Helaena however, seemed like she was somewhere else, but when she noticed you, she nodded enthusiastically. 

“Cousin”, she greeted cheerfully

“Cousin”, you greeted back. She was a couple of years older than you, yet she struck you as even younger, her innocence was palpable, and her kind nature noticeable since the moment you met her. 

Your father took his seat next to the Queen herself, and you by his side. Leaving prince Aegon to your left. 

Once you were seated, noble lords close to the family entered the Ballroom, starting by the Queen’s own family, the Hightower

“Lord Ormund Hightower, Lord of the HIgh Tower, and guardian of the citadel”, he was accompanied by two of what you guessed were his sons. 

“You grace”, he bowed profusely to your uncle the King, and then to his cousin the Queen, and then his eyes found your father and then were quick to find yours. “Thank you for welcoming me”, he said nobly.

He took his place near the Royal table, on the side of the Queen 

Then, other introductions were made, members of the great families, like the Baratheons, Tullys, and your uncle Tyland.

“Lord Cregan of House Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and guardian of the North”

He was dressed in dark grey velvet vest and leather pants, contrary from you had seen or think about the Lord of the wildest of Kingdoms, he looked like a Lord of the capital, you guessed that furs and leathers were not so agreeable to the weather here in the south. Yet his hair was still wild. He was a handsome man, his height and standing alone was enough for you to follow him with your eyes, and even squirm a little in your seat when his icy eyes met yours.

“I want to thank your graces, for inviting me to this private dinner”, he said courtly

He seemed like he never missed a thing, and he showed interest in you.

“He is looking for a wife”, your father whispered in your ear. You only nodded politely, as other lords were introduced 

Your father engaged in talks with the King and Queen and when everyone was seated the food was brought up for everyone to enjoy.

“I hear you are looking for a husband”, Aegon said by your side, you looked at your cousin

“I am”, you said

“I think that to choose a proper one, you have first to try them”, he said, suspiciously serious

“Try them?”, you asked, taking the bait

“Well, I expect you, as a Princess and Lady of such grand standard you have no experience in such matters, so I humbly offer my services”, he said. Of course he was mocking you, in such a lewd fashion.

Yet you haven’t felt the touch of a man, but you were not innocent.

You took a good look at him, his hair was long and not cared for, in fact, he looked like he hadn't had a bath in many moons. He smelled like sweat, dirty clothes yet he wore a strong cologne to try and hide the fact.

He was wretched

Yet you smiled sweetly at him. And leaned onto him

He seemed positively pleased to this fact, so he smiled encouragingly

“Ah well, cousin, if I ever indeed seek to gain… experience…”, you started, voice low and teasing

“Yes… go on”, he encouraged 

“I would look to anyone, but you”, you said, the smile wiped out of his face pretty quickly. He cleared his throat and grabbed his freshly filled goblet of wine and down it in one go. . 

Only Aemond, his brother at his side smiled

“I see you know how to play, cousin”, he said over Aegon’s head.

“You don’t believe my father would send me here unarmed”, you whispered back, making your cousin smile

Then, the king himself commanded the silence of the room

“I wish to celebrate”, he said, “my brother, and his permanent return to court, as my hand”, he said, “to guide my daughter, my heir”, he said proudly.

The sentiment brought tears to your eyes

“To my family”, he said, then, “my children, my niece, and my grandchildren, may they find love and everlasting alliances through marriage”, he said, and took a wheezing breath, “to my faithful Lords and ladies”, he said then, smiling weakly, “for a period of long lasting peace”, he declared, raising his gold goblet when the arm he had left

“For long lasting peace”, chanted the room.

And they all seem contented.

You raised your goblet along everyone in the room, and only then you took the first sip of sweet Arbor wine.

After the King’s announcement, you felt several pairs of eyes on you. you being sat next to your father the new hand of the King did nothing to prevent it, since those who looked at him found you right next to him

You felt the eyes of Lord Ormund Hightower, the eyes of Lord Cregan Stark, and many other lords.

This was going to be interesting indeed. 

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“Even though I am quite tired, I just cannot wait to see the castle”, you said sheepishly, your father just smiled at you.

“Good, it will help you get acquainted with Ser William Mangold”, he said, signaling to your assigned guard, “I do wish to rest and bathe, and the King wishes to see me, so, I will see you at supper, I will personally collect you in your rooms beforehand

“Yes father”, he left you there in the company of your guard. The silence became immediately uncomfortable, so you decided you had to be the one to break it. 

“Ser, I’m honored to be escorted by a white cloak”, you began, “which are considered the most legendary knights of the generation”, the humility seemed to surprise the knight, and he didn’t hide it. You liked him, you decided, with that gold hair combed back, and that rigid posture yet readable face, he was quite handsome as well.

“The pleasure is mine to protect and guard a princess of the blood”, he said quickly, "now, if you follow me…”, you nodded and followed diligently. 

“Though Mangold doesn’t resound with me, where were you born, Sir, if you don’t mind me asking?”, this man was to be your escort as you were courted by lords, you must get him on your side, as your father said, he might be your best ally on this battlefield

“I was born here in King’s Landing”, he said as he walked on your right side through the corridors, “my family does not possess any lands, in fact, it was your father who chose me, amongst knights of greater houses”

“It pleases me so”, you said lightly, “as my father does possess great judgement”, he chuckled

“I do so think so, your grace”, he said with a contented smile.

He led you through the labyrinthine corridors pointing at important rooms. And you tried to remember it all, but it was difficult.

“That hallway leads to the tower of the hand”, he said, that was easy to remember, said hallway stood beautifully marked by pillars, and carved vines painted in green and golden. “Said tower holds the rooms of the Hand of the King, his study and a dining room”, he said shortly, he seemed to take to one side in specific, but he preferred to keep walking through the main hallway that opened up to reveal a magnificent garden.

You surrounded the tower of the hand, and in the big space that occupied the gardens, you could see what was unmistakably a sept, and another big building next to it.

“That is the royal sept, and what it can be appreciated is the library”, he narrated faithfully, hands clasped behind his back as you walked alongside him. 

You noticed a couple of people walking the gardens, the deep green colour of the lady’s dress almost blinded you.

“And that is the Queen”, he whispered, you looked back at the knight with alarm

“What?”, you asked, alarmed.

You kept walking towards the couple, who were walking in the same direction as you. 

When you were close enough you could see the beauty in the woman’s face, but the characteristic that called most for your attention was her thick, auburn hair, she was beautiful, yet her gesture was severe, her lips tightened in a straight line. 

Only when you were in the presence of the Queen did you realize you were still wearing your riding gear, and your hair must have been a mess after that long ride from Casterly Rock and sleeping on the fields. 

“The Queen Alicent from House Hightower”, said your guard, “this is the Princess (y/n), of House Targaryen and Lannister”, presented your guard diligently, and you were surprised he decided to point out your second house, but after thinking about it, it must have been a petition made by your uncles themselves or even your grandmother. 

They never let you or others forget who was the house who truly stood beside you. 

“Your grace”, you were quick to bow to her, with as much solemnity as you could muster. 

“Princess, you are as beautiful as your father described you”, she said, you noticed her smile was trained, and it didn’t quite reach her big eyes, but you tried to not pay mind to that. 

“You are too kind”, you could have answered with a compliment in kind, but you hadn't truly heard anything said about her, good or bad. You turned to the man beside her, the first thing you noticed was that his sharp eyes were on you, and made you uncomfortable.

“This is my dear cousin, Lord Ormund Hightower, Lord of thee Hightower, and guardian of the citadel”, she said, she looked at her cousin and only then she smiled solemnly, although it died quite quickly when she realized the look he was giving you

“My lord”, you smiled at him

“Princess”, he bowed profusely to you, he took the hand you were quick to offer, and kissed your knuckles slowly.

You did not comprehend why your spine tingled the way it did, or why you felt like even under your thick robe the skin of your arms turned to goosebumps. 

His eyes didn’t stray from yours for not even one second, he seemed to have taken all of you in, so you did the same. 

He was a handsome man, he had thick reddish hair just like the Queen’s, and the lines of his age present in his face did nothing but to accentuate his handsomeness. He was broad and thick, there was no doubt his body had been polished from years and years of military training. 

“Even in Oldtown, singers and poets praise your beauty, they say that your face has been carved by the maiden herself, and I see they were not lying”, you didn’t know what to say, you were sure he must be jesting.

Why would singers sing about you? you haven’t met many of them, maybe a couple in Casterly Rock’s court, maybe you had been exposed to merchants and Lord of the Reach, yet… you couldn’t quite believe it.

It was true, you’ll come to find later.

“You are too kind, My Lord”, you said, and picked your own memory hard searching for any praise for the Lord, “of all the Lords of the Reach, my grandmother esteems you as the most honorable, and worthy”, you said then

Because it was true.

She had been invited to the late Lord HIghtower’s funeral, and when she returned from Old Town she had used the same words you just did. She expressed her relief in the Hightower heir, and that finally that family had a proper and strong guidance.

“Not just beautiful, but smart as well”, he praised you again, this time looking at his cousin the Queen, she smiled but her face did seem twisted as if she was in agony. 

“We must continue cousin”, she said, she then turned to you, “Princess, I look forward to meeting you again tonight”, and without further conversation she kept walking, followed by her cousin and another white cloak who had not been introduced to you. 

You shared looks with Sir William, and kept walking.

“Where is it?”, you asked him then

“Where is what?”, he asked back. You only smiled brightly at him, raising your eyebrows…

. 

“It is not what I imagined…”, you whispered, looking at the… truthfully… ugly looking chair

It was made of melted swords, as described, but it wasn’t as tall as they made it seem, although, the way to it was treacherous, pointed swords seemed like they flourished from the ground led to it, a simple slip and one could easily get impaled by the sharp points. 

But the entire room commanded the respect of the entire continent. Big statues of all Targaryen kings before your uncle Viserys were looking down at you, acting as pillars of the great room, made of three story tall marble. 

And you were certain that if you spoke now, it could be heard in all corners of the great room.

You both stood in silence, just in front of the throne, admiring the grandeur of the throne room, when voices interrupted the silence, two of them, came from a hallway that began at the left side, nearly hidden by the throne

“That leads to the small council chambers”, Sir William whispered, and through them came two men.

One you recognized immediately as your uncle Tyland, twin of your other uncle Jason, and the other young man, just by looking at him, knew exactly who he was

“Look at you!”, your uncle immediately smiled as he recognized you, taking quick steps to meet you and hugged you tightly. “My sweet niece”, he said loudly.

“I’m pleased to see you uncle”, you whispered, hugging him back. “I’ve missed you”

“And I you, little lion”, he said cheerfully, calling you by your childhood nickname, he put you back down again to take you in, “you haven’t even bathed”, he chided. “You reek of dragon”, you laughed.

“I wanted to see the castle”, you explained.

He gently touched one of the flaps of your robe, where a golden lion was stitched next to a dragon, and he smiled proudly.

“Your grace”, he turned quickly to the young man, and as you had said….

He was dressed in rich black velvet, and wore a magnificent red cloak, his dark locks and his sharp features… you had heard of him, of his handsomeness and gallantry

Daughter of the princess Rhaenyra, and second in line to the Iron Throne

It could be none other that Jacaerys of House Strong

“Your grace”, you were quick to bow to him

“Princess, please", he insisted, he came near you and touched your shoulder to make you rise, “rise, call me Jacaerys, you are after all, daughter to my dear great uncle Aegon”, he said politely

“Does that make me your aunt?”, you teased. This is the first time you ever saw him, yet, you felt a familiarity that soothed your nerves. He smiled at you, a bright and sincere smile as you looked at each other's eyes.

“I think it does, aunty”, he teased, you laughed

“Nephew”, you teased back, Tyland was looking at the interaction with a nervous smile.

“Does that make me the great uncle of the prince as well?”, he mocked

“Indeed”, you laughed. 

“How was the flight from Casterly Rock?”, he asked then, “you must be exhausted”

“Well, I’m used to long journeys, and Onixa is a swift flyer, I hardly notice when I’m at her back, she is too gentle, she seems to… glide through the air”, you said, and just by thinking about your dragon made you had this dreamy smile.

He seemed to notice

“Wish I could say the same about Arrax, yet, he is tempestuous and strong…”, he laughed, you smiled at him

“Was he hatched in your cradle?”, you asked

“He was…”, he said proudly

“Do you enjoy a close bond?”, you asked then

“I do”, he said again, “do you…?”

“I feel Onixa as she was myself, sometimes, I fear she can feel what I can too”

“It’s a beautiful bond between rider and dragon”, he said solemnly.

“Niece”, called Tyland, as he had felt he had become a sort of furniture. “Were is the Prince, your father?”

“The King wanted to see him as soon as he arrived”, you said simply with a soft smile, you only then noticed you had been talking to the Prince as the other two companions didn't exist

“I’ll walk you to your rooms, I know you have a dinner tonight”, he said.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, your grace”, you said quickly

“We’ll see each other tonight”, he said with a soft smile, he stayed in the throne room while Ser William and your uncle Tyland escorted you back to Maegor’s Holdfast.

“I know you must look for a husband, but the prince is betrothed to the King’s only daughter Helaena”, muttered Tyland, far from being scandalized, he seemed entertained

“I wasn’t… interested”, you defended yourself, although you didn’t even know if you were being truly honest.

“I trust your father told you how things work here at court”, he said, this time his tone was sharper as you walked hastily through the hallways of the Red Keep.

“That I must not trust many, as apparently I have enemies seeking my downfall even though I never set foot in this place, yet seek alliances for my benefit”, you said quickly

“Something of the sort”, he said back, “we have many unwed Princelings and many lords and ladies who are lurking as gators in a lake”

“And we, the princelings, are gazelles or something?”, you teased

“You need to prove yourself a lion”, he said, smiling, “and I'm here to secure your advantageous match, and your happiness”, he said

“With you, my father and Sir William on my side, I am the gator”, you said smiling with confidence. 

“Let the games begin”, said Tyland, opening the double doors of your rooms.

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Onixa greeted you with her loving noises, feeling your excitement as if it was her own.

Gold dust shone over her oily black skin, she had found her nest in the gold mine, rubbing herself against the precious metal, tainting her skin with golden dust. Her amber eyes followed your every move as you walked towards her, to caress her snout. She was lean, large and beautiful, her scales were black and oily, as were her wings, though, under the sun, they looked pink in the thinnest parts of them. She had big gently amber eyes, and was of sweet nature, never threatening anyone around you. 

Karnax stood beside her, white as a ghost, twice her size, the creature was unmovable, waiting for your father and only him.

Your grandmother had come with you, to the top of the Rock from where you planned to start your flight. 

“Remember to choose a first son, an heir”, said your grandmother sharply, playing with her ringed fingers, trying to hide the fact that she was sad as you were

“Yes grandmother”. Onixa cooed at her with affection, even though your grandmother didn’t hold much love for your life companion, she spared a glance at the dragon, and then she eased her sharp green eyes

“Take care of her”, she demanded, "I know you can understand me”, she said then, you know she believed it to be silly to be talking to an ‘animal’ and the fact that she had done it truly amazed you.

Onixa roared happily to the skies, shaking her body 

“And remember…”

“To always come back to visit you?”, you asked her, only then she smiled sadly and hugged you against her chest. She kissed the top of your head 

“Yes, exactly”, she murmured, “but also… choose who makes you happy”, she then put something in your hand, when you looked down, you found her favorite ring, the ring your grandfather had given her, it was a gold bank beautifully worked, with a big emerald in the center. 

She released you, her composure returning to her, she then turned to your father, while you were quick to place the ring on your finger. 

“Thank you”. You weren’t sure why she was thanking him, but your father did know.

Thank you for not taking you away, for giving her eighteen years with you, and him as well. 

He kissed her cheeks with reverence and then you both turned to your dragons. 

“It’s a long journey”, he warned, “we’ll follow the Gold Road”, he said, “we’ll stop at Deep Den to spend the night”

“Yes father”, you said, he assessed the way you looked, your riding gear, made in the Lannister colours, deep red and intricate and exquisite design with golden thread, he then took a look at your comfortable leather pants and boots, and nodded.

“You are fine, did you put the food and change of clothes in the saddle?”, you looked at your mount again, shining gold on top of Onixa, and you nodded, “let’s go”, you climbed on top of your dragon, you let your father take flight first, and you followed closely following his lead. 

You liked flying, you felt excitement in your belly. and you enjoyed the wind on your face. But you had never flown this long before. When you unsaddled at night in Deep Den you could barely use your legs for walking. 

You spend the night in a cozy little inn by the road, the inn keeper seemed to have seen your father many times before, and that made you happy, since he seemed truly honored to be visited by the both of you. 

The next day, after a generous small feast to break your fast, you started your journey again. Your father had not yet spoken to any places to spend that night, which is why he amazed you when he commanded his dragon to fly low in a prairie in the middle of nowhere. 

But you followed him without question.

Once you unsaddled, he was standing near a pile of what was once a small campfire.

“I spend the night here sometimes”, he clarified

“In the middle of nowhere?”, you asked

“We are in the middle of a long summer”, he explained, “the nights are warm, and the sky is clear”, from his mount he took two thick blankets made of wool, while he smiled. “I’ll set the fire”, he said.

You had never done this, perhaps a couple of times, while on a hunt, but your uncles had made sure to carry great pavilions and tents with them, you had never slept underneath the stars.

The night fell over the both of you, as the campfire brought that warm light you liked so much. Your dragons coiled around you, protecting you. You didn’t even concern yourself with your own security, who would be mad enough to try to rob or harm two dragons?

You both sit my the fire as your father cooked two pieces of meat on a stick

“How are you feeling about tomorrow?”, he asked, looking at you over the flames

“I’m excited, I cannot lie”, you said softly, “although… nervous”, you were meeting your other family, your entire family in one go

“If I haven’t brought you to court until now it was because I wanted you to grow to become your own person, not just as a princess, I was also concerned that once I brought you to King’s Landing I wouldn’t be able to take you out”, he said more lightly

“I understand”, you said solemnly, “and I thank you father, I’m aware of my privileges, to be raised in Casterly Rock, and being granted free will to do as I please, to be spoiled by my grandmother, and my uncles”, he hummed

“You make me so proud”, he said with a choked voice, “and you have barely become a woman of your own”

“It is all your own merits”, you said proudly.

“Now let me enjoy one last night with my little girl”, he said smiling widely.

You ate, and then you laid on top of the blankets, looking at the beautiful stars over your heads.Your father pointed at every star and named constellations, drawings you will never forget. 

And the very next day, around midday… you finally saw it…

King’s Landing

You had flown over Casterly Rock, Lannisport, Castamere and one you tried to fly over Old Town before the bells resounded so loud Onixa complained in growls making you retreat before you fell from on top of her. 

But not even the Hightower -though as breathtaking as it was-, could be compared to the sighting of the Red Keep, and another huge building you could only recognize as the Dragonpit. 

Perhaps Old Town was more striking, but King’s landing was the seat of your dynasty and your chest burnt with a recognition that became from blood and not personal experience

Your father led Karnax to the Dragonpit, and you followed suit, you could tell that Onixa was nervous, her soft grunts a clear indication. 

You landed in the big esplanade before the entrance to the building, men dressed in ancient looking robes and sticks, dragon masters, were quick to appear through the gates which were as big as the ones of the entrance to the Rock

“Prince Aegon”, greeted the oldest man. “Welcome to King’s Landing”, the man spoke a perfect Valyrian. You descended from Onixa who let out a guttural sound of mistrust, she kept close to you as you stood near your father

“This is my daughter, the princess”, he introduced, “and this is Onixa”, he said signaling to your dragon, “she a dragon born to my daughter’s crib, and she has not interacted with other dragons other than Karnax, be soft to her”, the man nodded

“Onixa”, he called, in a voice so commanding you yourself wanted to follow him.

Your dragon shook her head in denial, let out a low grunt as in protests, and looked at you with her big amber eyes. You nodded and took one step aside, she understood immediately, and with one last howl, she followed the men with her head down and into the building

“She will be alright”, your father murmured, but he was right, she has never interacted with other dragons before, Karnax barely looked at her, you had seen her trying to communicate with him many times but he seemed not to notice her at all. 

They seemed to be expecting you, they being the royal family, as there was a carriage waiting for you and your father, and a soldier ready to accompany you. 

The first thing you noticed as you rode through the streets was the smell and the general poverty of certain areas, your aunt had been right.

You didn't understand it, it was the capital city, in Casterly rock, or even in Lannisport where they were mainly merchants and fishermen you didn't see the types of things you saw in that short ride.

Your father didn’t spoke, he was just looking at the window with a nervousness that started to rub off on you as well. 

Soon, before your mind started playing tricks on you, you were in the courtyard of the Red Keep, you looked, marvelled, at the tall red towers, they looked like they were made from clay, yet not less impressive because of it.

A small committee was there to receive you, your father’s house, you gather, his servants, maids and guards loyal to him alone, and a single knight who stood out amongst the rest for wearing a magnificent white armor and an impeccable white cloak.

“Welcome to King’s Landing, your grace”, he said with the impassivity of a soldier, and after quick introductions, you both were led inside. 

“The King requests an audience immediately”, he started filling your father in on important events that had taken place recently, as he led you with quick steps through the castle, you tried to pay attention, but it was so fast you knew you were going to get lost in here. 

It was an odd feeling, to say the least, this was your father’s family home, the Red Keep, where he had been born, where the half of his life was. It was a magnificent castle, yet felt dark, as he had described it.

You crossed a magnificent hall, and you knew you were entering what it was known as Maegor Holdfast. Only then your father stopped and looked back at you. 

“You are to be courted by many Lords of the seven Kingdoms”, it did amaze you, you truly didn’t quite believed it, he stopped, and looked at you in the middle of the room, “and because I want you to have the liberty to choose, I want you to conduct yourself with discretion and propriety, which I know you posses”, you nodded, “I want you to have a chaperone at all times when you are about in the castle”, he signaled to the white cloak, you looked back at the blonde, tall man, and he nodded at you.

“Your grace”, he greeted, you could clearly see that this was not of his choosing, he was a white cloak, one of the finest knights of the seven kingdoms and now he was placed as a glorified babysitter 

“Your uncle, Tyland, is in the Keep, he has agreed to accompany you, when neither I nor Sir William can”, he finished, and then looked you in the eyes.

“I understand father”, you said

“Please do not go around unaccompanied”, he whispered with a soft smile, “A single rumour can do as much damage to your reputation as a true act, and again, I want you to have the liberty to choose who you marry, without sharp tongues and whispers behind your back, do you understand why is so important?”

“Yes father”, you said diligently. 

“Now, the family is eager to meet you, yet, we are all meeting for supper”, he said slowly, “you can rather go to your new rooms, rest, get a nice warm bath after the long flight we had, or William here can show you the most important parts of the castle…”

What would you like to do?

If you want to go to your room first to freshen up go to “The Rooms ”

You drew a breath as you saw the figure of your father’s dragon disappear to the East. You turned to see your grandmother standing there

“You have been to King’s Landing”, it was an affirmation

“Horrid city”, she said, sorrounding your shoulders with her arm, “the smell alone will turn your stomach and your eyes to tears”, she kissed the top of your head, “I’m so glad you decided to stay here with me, my lioness”, you just smiled as she led you through the main tower and back into the castle. 

You resumed your life at the court of Casterly Rock.

Each day of the week you had a different lesson, which where strategy, music, philosophy, sewing and dress confection, archery, and history, and the last day, you were free to do as you pleased. The lessons happened in the morning and in the afternoon you always tried to sneak a fly with Onixa. You knew she enjoyed eating fish more than cattle, so in the most heated days, you flew over Lannisport to where the fishermen where.

They knew and loved your dragon and you, and you payed them hefty sums for the catch of the day for Onixa.

Some others days, when you were free all day, you went to your favorite spot: a series of lagoons, that when the tide was high, they filled up with sea water, and plenty of fishes. Onixa loved to play there like she was nothing but a stray pup playing on a puddle. 

She mostly didn’t catch any fishes but you could tell she enjoyed herself too much. 

Those days where your favorites until you had to return to the castle, not only smelling of dragon but of fishes, your grandmmother herself would supervise your bath, and spend a big quantity of fancy smelling oils, leaving your skin shiny and slippery as if you were a fish yourself. 

Suppers where always the same, in the company of your grandmother and your uncle and his family, they were cordial and nice, of course you were fed as you were royalty, every day a different but exquisite meal.

You were the favorite of everyone in the castle so they always make sure that in the apetizers, dinner or dessert were always one of your favorites plates. 

You were truly lucky, and you considered yourself as much. 

“I have invited the Reynes”, began Jason one night, your grandmother stopped drinking her wine and looked at her son.

“Why?”, she asked

“We have matters to discuss…”, he said simply, “Aparently, Lord Reyne has send his youngest son to Essos and he has brought back new knowledge about mining…”

“Mining”, she was not convinced. The rivalry between the Lannisters nd Reynes was a bit laughable to you -thoughts you would never share with your grandmother or uncle-,  if you were being honest, for once the Red Lion was a vassal house of the Gold Lion, there was no need for such rivalry. Your grandmother would argue that if they decided to expand their mining business, and therefore their wealth, and if they were smart enough, they could become more powerful than you, but you had seen the maps and the ledgers, they had a long way to walk to even reach the wealth and might of House Lannister.

“Are we still going hunting tomorrow uncle?”, you asked inocently, clearly wanting to move out of the uncomfortable conversation. 

“Of course”, he said happily, continuing enjoying his venison thinking he outbested your grandmother. 

He was a fool but he was your uncle and sort of harmless, so you just enjoyed messing with him just a little bit. 

“Besides I need a new footman, or rather… footgirl… the last one was rather slow… and dim witted”, you mocked a furious glance at your uncle.

“The last time you made me serve as your footgirl you struck an arrow near my head!”, you argued

“I thought I saw a deer”, he mocked

“JASON!”, screeched your grandmother. 

. . .

The very next morning, your uncle was preparing to leave for the hunt, where he was to meet the Reynes on the way. 

Yet your grandmother, when she found out that family was to join you, she asked you to remain in the Rock

What is it going to be?

Going with your uncle to meet the Reynes? Go to “the Reynes of Castamere”

Year 106 A.C

The night had fallen over King’s Landing, and it found three Targaryens sitting in the small council’s chambers, the King, Viserys, and his two brothers, Daemon and Aegon Targaryen. 

“I made my decision”, he said shortly, “I know who I am to marry”, both younger brothers shared concerned looks at his Brother’s words, this was not to be taken lightly.

“Well?”, mocked Daemon

“The Lady Alicent Hightower”, he said slowly. They both tried to remain calm, but failed, miserably. 

“I think marrying Alicent Hightower is a mistake brother”, the youngest said, exasperated 

“And why would that be?”, asked Viserys, mockingly

“BECAUSE OTTO IS A CUNT!”, grunted both brothers as the same time, Viserys looked at his brothers alternatively, and then sighed loudly as he slumped on his chair of the small council chambers, “and she is your daughter’s best friend”, continued Aegon 

“So?”, he asked

“YOUR DAUGHTER’S FRIEND!”, he repeated 

“Is it because you want to marry her, don’t you?”, he mocked, and Aegon shutted his mouth, it was, one of the main reasons…

He hadn't courted her, but he was thinking about it, Otto was an intelligent man, a powerful one, he had served as hand and very well, but now that his brother was a widower, it was dangerous, he was going to put his daughter under his eyes, if he hadn't already, there must be a reason why Viserys wanted to marry the girl. Alicent was a sweet girl, he could see her, cute too… the idea didn’t dislike him, and if he got betrothed to her, he could wait a couple more years until she was ready. 

There was an uncomfortable silence

Daemon was looking at his younger brother, and Aegon refused to look back, he didn’t want to make Viserys feel like they were somewhat plotting against him, that there was something between them that he wasn’t in on.

“I think is better for both of you to do your duties to the realm”, the King said finally, and Aegon snapped 

“You are going to send me away?”, he asked enraged, “only because I gave my opinion?”

“No…”

“I took you for many things brother, a tyrant isn’t one of them”

“You will marry lady Cerenna Lannister as discussed”, he continued

“But she is a Lannister!”, he complained 

“The eldest sister of Jason and Tyland”, he continued, Aegon sighed 

“I’ve never even seen her”, he grunted, Daemon chuckled, and Aegon slide him with an angry look 

“And you, return to your wife in the Vale”, and then Aegon barked out a laugh.

“Brother, if you really meant on having Rhaenyra as heir, you can’t marry anyone else, you can’t have more children”, he said then

“What I do, is my business alone, you both, if you like your posts in the privy council and in court, will do as I say”, he said, pleased with himself, “it is clear to me now that Otto is right, you are both marryless, childless, you had not performed your duty to this House, to this family”, now both brothers shared concerned looks, “I’m trusting you to strengthen the House of the Dragon”.

The relation between Aegon and Viserys was complicated, the latter trusted and confided in his baby brother, so much so, Aegon now felt the liberty to contradict him, the King, he needed to put him back in his place.

“Yes your grace”, muttered Aegon, Daemon only watched the interaction, amused, “tomorrow at first light, I shall go to Casterly Rock to initiate courtship of the Lady Lannister”

Viserys nodded, pleased, Daemon couldn’t stop looking at him.

The King stood up from his seat and left his two brothers in the small council chamber, they shared concerned looks

Aegon stood up and directed himself to the table on one side, pouring himself a cup of wine for himself and one for his brother 

“Arbour?”, asked Daemon as he received the cup, looking up at his baby brother 

“Yeah”, he took his seat at the other side of the table, and drank in silence. 

“You are going to let a Hightower marry our brother, the King?”, asked Daemon

“Well, is not that I can command him Daemon…”, they were interrupted, even though it was the higher hours of the night already, “I have clearly failed to see the closeness between them, he acted faster than I thought”

As he had been summoned, Otto Hightower himself entered the chamber. 

“I was not notified of a council meeting”, he said, with a shit-eating grin on his face

“This wasn’t a council meeting, Otto”, Aegon was a skilled diplomat, only him could make a name sound as the most vile of insults

“This is a private meeting”, grumbled Daemon, Aegon just chuckled softly. The smile got wiped out of the Hand’s face.

“If it's something of importance to the Kingdom I should have been made aware”, he said slowly, like he was speaking to children.

“Exactly, it's our brother’s duty to whistle up his dog, not ours”, Daemon said simply, both brothers stood up and walked away from the privy council meeting room, leaving The Hand alone. 

Small pleasures the brothers could still give themselves. 

“What you lack in politics, brother, I lack in swordfight experience”, chuckled Aegon, making his sibling laugh too. 

They decided to leave the Keep, after all, it was a known fact that walls had ears, and the brothers were not interested in being spied on tonight. They walked until the street of silk, where the most “respectable” establishments were, once they selected one, or rather Dameon did, they were quick to take a seat and order Ale

“Never thought he had it in him”, muttered Aegon, as he sipped his beer

“Have what?”, he asked

“Be a cunt”, he growled, Daemon only chuckled 

“Yeah, tell me about it”, he murmured, “She is a Hightower brat, and yet, you wanted to be the one to marry her, you don’t fool me”

“Otto has had his eye on me for years”, he muttered, “but now, after our sweet Queen’s passing, he realised he can have the King of the seven kingdoms”, he whispered, “I can control Otto, our brother? not so much”, Daemon hummed, approving of his brother’s words

“Are you really going to Casterly Rock tomorrow?”, he asked, Aegon barely nodded

“I will do my duty, we cannot fall from our brother’s grace, not right now Daemon”, his brother nodded again

“I will go back to my bronze bitch then”, he giggled, sipping on his cup

“Yeah, sure”, the other mocked. Daemon offered his cup in a gesture to toast

“To the women we love and marry”, he said openly, Aegon met him half way, ”may they never met”, dropping ale everywhere making them laugh. The brothers stayed at the bar sharing stories and drinks, but soon it wasn't enough for Daemon

“Let me invite you to a treat”, Daemon said as he stood from the table, and walked towards the double doors at the end of the tavern

“No thanks brother, I wouldn’t like for my cock to fall off before my wedding night”, he mocked, standing from the table too, if he wanted to go when the day broke, he had to sleep well tonight

The last thing Aegon heard was Daemon’s laugh before the double doors closed after his brother.

. . .

He rose with the sun, even though he had only a couple of hours of sleep. 

He got dressed slowly, making sure he was wearing his best riding attire, he was going on dragon back, but again, he was going to court a lady. He wondered if he needed to go with an escort, with his house, servants and soldiers.

The girl was a Lannister, of course she was going to expect fanfare, opulence and regality. But his dragon would have to suffice. 

He grabbed his sword and was ready to depart. The Keep had risen already, servants and guards all doing their rounds. They greeted him as they saw him walk by. 

But it wasn’t until he left Maegor’s Holdfast that he felt two skinny arms surrounding him. 

“Don’t leave me uncle!”, said Rhaenyra, hugging his midsection tightly, “please”, Aegon smiled softly, caressing the top of her head, and her back softly

“You are going to be fine, little one”

“Please”, she begged, separating herself from him to look up at his face. Aegon thought she didn’t even know yet the betrayal looming over her, about her best friend and her father. 

“Is what my King asks of me”, he said softly, they separated, and Aegon grabbed her shoulders softly to be able to gaze into her eyes, “I’m only a dragon ride away”, he whispered as he winked. 

Rhaenyra felt like she was losing her ally, her protector, and an uncle and friend. 

“I will be soon back, to marry here in the capital, under the King’s watchful eyes”, he said gently, she nodded, “I’ll expect you there, of course”, that seemed to please the princess, who nodded enthusiastically 

With a nod of his head, and accompanied by guards, he left the Red Keep on horseback, followed by guards, in the direction of the dragonpit, where his mount awaited him. 

The city was barely awakening, and yet the people who crossed his path nodded in his direction and greeted him

A thousand thoughts ran through his head, he had never courted anyone before, he did have his paramours, he had playfully flirted with ladies at court, yet he had never dared to make anything official. 

And now he was on his way to court his future wife. 

He waited patiently as the dragon masters brought him his dragon Karnax, born to him on his crib, the great white beast roared in excitement as he came up the ramp and saw his rider waiting for him.

He took a long breath, to focus on the fly ahead. He enjoyed flying on his dragon, it cleared his head, it made him feel free and powerful.

The flight to Casterley Rock was long, he had to stop along the way. But two days later he saw the biggest structure in the entire continent. Casterly Rock. 

He made Karnax land near the stone bridge that led to the entrance of the huge fortress. 

He was not surprised to realize the Lannisters were waiting for him at the gates. 

The prince had never been to the huge castle, and to his amazement he realized that the castle was built into the rock itself, no only sitting at the top as many had described it, it was massive, greater than The Wall in the North, and the young prince could begin to understand why the Lannisters had gained the right to be as prideful as the Lion in their sigil.

He was met by the acting Lady of Casterly Rock Ceira Lanniser, flanked by his twin sons Jason and Tyland. 

“I’m Prince Aegon, of House Targaryen”, he said loudly, bowing his head to the welcoming house, “son of Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen, and brother to King Viserys, and I’m here to court the Lady Cerenna”, he said

“It took you long enough”, said the older woman sharply, making him flinch, “we have been waiting a year, my eldest daughter had been waiting”, it was a true biting at the Prince’s heel, but it was too late now to correct that, he was here now and had to be enough. 

“I’m truly sorry”, he finally said, “I'm here now”, she only hummed, clearly not pleased but he could see she was not going to refuse him, with just one gesture of her hand, guards moved around the group. 

They led him through the gates inbeded in the rock, and he was inmediatly faced with a huge hall, that it was as big as ostentacious as he could only dream off. the tall walls dressed in tapestries telling the tale of the House from even before the conquest, and exquisite furniture bathed in gold leafs. 

“The Lady Cerenna of house Lannister” a soldier presented, he looked up, and from a balcony on the second floor, there she appeared, like the figure of the maiden in human form. Golden curls fell down from her beautiful head, deep green eyes looked down at him, she was dressed in Lannister Red with golden jewelry adorning her neck. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. 

He released the breath he had been holding, as he seemed to forget how to breathe at all

When he saw her for the first time, he truly believed this is how those who had claimed adult dragons must have felt. He felt incredibly nervous, but excited in equal measure

“My Lady”, he greeted, bowing again, “I’m here, humbly to ask for your hand in marriage”, he only looked at him, he was sweaty, his hair messy from the flight here, he was wearing his riding gear, and he smelled like dragon, he looked back at her, at her face who seem to be made of marble.

Then she gave him a smile that branded his heart with fire.

“Yes, this one will do”, she said simply.

. . . 

Only one week was neccesary for the courtship, before they decided to marry in King’s Landing. 

Due to Aegon’s political responsabilities and the Lannister’s own political ambitions, the couple decided to stay in the capital after the extravagant wedding, where Aegon could still participate in the small council’s meetings and the life at court. 

Year 115 A.C

Aegon watched the sun hiding in the sunset sea, and then he looked down at his arms where his daughter was sleeping in his arms, the baby was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She seemed to have a golden halo around her tiny head, big rosy round cheeks, she was as beautiful as her mother. 

“Look, the sun shines for you”, he murmured, kissing her forehead. “my golden princess”, he said with an adoring voice. He turned to look at his wife, still in the bed. She was looking at the scene with a tired smile, she was so pale…

“Try not to spoil her so much”, she whispered. It had taken them nine years to finally gave birth to their child, a little girl. When Cerenna finally got pregnant, they moved back to Casterly Rock, far from schemes from court, from sharp tongues that had treated Cerenna poorly. 

“Impossible”, he said, “she has already wrapped me around her little finger”, she chuckled, but also a pained whine followed her amusement. “Just like her beautiful mother”, she smiled at the love she knew her husband held for her, she loved him back as fiercely and in equal measure. 

“Aegon”, she called, “take care of her”

“With my life”, he said, so happy, he was missing what was truly happening, his gaze was lost on his daughter, but when he looked back at the bed, Cerenna had closed her eyes.

“Cerenna?”, he called

But he got no answer. 

. . .

Daemon descended from his mount Caraxes, on top of the Rock, to find his brother Aegon waiting for him. dressed head to toe in black, and a disturbed look on his face. 

“Brother”, it was like a cry for help. Daemon was quick to encounter his brother and engulfed him on a tight hug. “I lost her”, he whined on his brother’s ear, “she died”

“I’m sorry”, he said, when they finally parted

“But she gave me a beautiful daughter”, he said with a sad smile

“I know…”, he said, “and I brought you something”, only then he noticed he was carrying a bag, and from within, came a black dragon egg. Daemon offered it to him with reverence, and he took it with the admiration such a gift deserved. 

“My daughter is a Lannister”, he said carefully, knowing fully well his brother’s sentiment for the golden lion house. 

“Your daughter is a Targaryen”, he said back

“Thank you”, he whispered. 

Daemon, despite his best instincts, stayed at Casterly Rock to support his baby brother. 

“9 years we waited to be blessed by the gods with a child”, he said sadly, “and when they did, I lost my wife”, he whispered, his voice choking with tears, “I should have stopped trying… I should have…”

“There is nothing you could have done, and there was no way of you knowing”, Daemon whispered.

“I did the same thing Viserys did”, he lamented, only in the comfort and privacy of his study, “forced my wife to bare children until it killed her”

He knew it wasn’t true, Cerenna wanted a child as much as he did. And there have no traumatic miscarriages or stillbirths, she just never got pregnant until his daughter. 

“It is done,” said Daemon, “you have a daughter now and that is all that matters”, he said.

When Aegon woke the next morning, the first thing he did was check onto his baby daughter, and chuckled in relief when he saw a small dragon in her crib, the small creature was black as coal, his skin looked like it had been bathed in lamp oil, he was coiled around his daughter, his tiny head cuddling her cheek, both sleeping like they were born together. 

After the appropriate period of mourning, Casterly Rock decided to celebrate the birth of their little lady, and the birth of a dragon in the crib of a Lannister

Since prince Aegon married Cerenna Lannister, and not only that, but that he had decided to take residence on Casterly Rock, the Lannisters could not hold their boast, their ego was soaring, not only they had a little princess, they had Aegon Targaryen. 

Ceira Lannister found Aegon in his study, his gaze lost in the flames

“Are you going to go back to King’s Landing?”, she asked him, her hands clasped in front of her

“I do not know”, he whispered without looking at her

“Don’t take her”, she whispered, then Aegon looked back at her, his mother by law had never asked him for nothing, demanded maybe. “I lost my daughter”, she said, her voice almost cracked… almost, “I don’t want to loose my grandaughter”

“I will not leave my child”, he said with a sharp voice

“Stay here then”, she said, “you know we cannot pass Casterly Rock to her before Jason or Tyland, but…”

“I’ll be called back to King’s Landing”, he whispered sadly, “my brother needs me”

“You need your brother now, and where is he?”, she said bitterly, “you had stayed there at court, concerted marriages, you are the arquitect of your family and it has thrived under your design and yet… they left you alone when you needed them the most”, Aegon looked at her, “she will be better here, under our care, under our family”

She know she was right, Lannister might be seen as prideful, egotistical and entitled, but to their own they were incredibly fierce and loyal. 

“You know that we wanted to pass Casterly Rock to your male heir, and we know that is not possible now… yet…Don’t take her”, she begged, “you can stay here if you wish”, Aegon barely nodded. She might be right. 

He was married to Cerenne to stablish a tight relationship fromt he Lannisters to the House of the Dragon, if he left now and took his child, the alliance could crumble.

“She will be raised here”, he sentenced, looking back at the flames 

There was an understanding to change the line of succession of Casterly Rock to Cerenna, if and when she gave birth to a son.

But she was a girl. 

. . .

Year 120 A.C

Five years later, the Prince, counseled by his brother Daemon, decided to take a trip to King’s Landing, where he had an audience with his brother King Viserys. 

He was kept in the loop of what was happening in the capital; his brother, this same year as his daughter, had received the gift of a second son, who he named Aemond, and third child with the Queen. And then she gave birth to a fourth child, another boy. 

Aegon though the last five years had been travelling back and forth, yet never returning to court, and he did not leave his daughter longer than a few weeks, having a dragon let him travel easily between both countries. 

“It’s been a long time”, is the first thing Viserys said when he got him alone

“I did my duty to you, brother”, he said simply, “Doing my duties as Warden of the West, keeping the alliance with the Lannisters strong…”

“Yes you have,”, he said pleased, “And yet, you didn’t bring the princess with you?”, he asked

“I did not”, he said, “and I wish to return to her, as soon as possible”, the King smiled sadly at his younger brother’s words. 

“I wish to have you by my side”, he said, “it’s been five years now since the passing of Cerenna”

“Yet I’m a father now”, he fought, he nodded. “I’m needed there”

“Daemon has married the Lady Laena Velaryon”, he said softly, “and Rhaenyra Harwin Strong, as you had insisted upon, and has her children, it’s been five years, maybe its time for you to take another wife”, Aegon looked at his brother like he just insulted him

“You seek me to sell me again? to whom? maybe the Starks this time? Tullys?”, King Viserys felt shame, and looked down at the table. 

“It is not how I meant it”, he said softly, “I wish for you to find happiness again, to have heirs”

“I have my heir”, he said simply.

“A boy, that can carry the name…”

“We have three of those”, he said mindlesly, “many dragons are as adangerous as few”, a akward silence grew in the King’s private chambers.

“I’ve been told that your daughter has hatched a dradon herself”, he said then

“It’s a stange creture”, Aegon answered, a smile breaking on his face, “lean and black, as a dragon glass spear”, he whispered, “she makes strange noises, like the ones of a bird”, the she dragon was a strange mixture between Caraxes and Sunfyre, lean, oily black sin, delicate looking, yet the creature was as fierce as the bloodwyrm 

“I need you back at court, brother”, Viserys said then. He understood his words, his brother was feeling lonely, he needed his siblings.

“I do not wish to come to court permanently, but, you have me and my allegiance, you always had”

“Rhaenyra is going to be Queen one day, and even though I made all Lords and Ladies from the greater houses bow to her, I fear it will not be enough…”

“If you had the balls to marry your daughter’s best friend and have not only one but two male heirs, brother, have the balls to name Aegon Heir!”, he said with greeted teeth. Ceira was right, yes his brother was King, yet he was seeking to use him, not caring for what he truly wished, he understood it though, “groom him to succeed you, let Rhaenyra live her life in peace”

“Rhaenyra is my heir”, he said shaking his head

“Look me in the eyes and say it again”, he said, and Viserys raised his head and looked at his baby brother in the eyes

“Rhaenyra is my heir”, he said, “it’s Aemma’s blood, my blood, your blood”, Aegon then nodded

“Very well”, he said decisively, “I will support you, and her, and I will do anything in my power to protect you and her inheritance, I will put all my efforts in making your will stand even after you are gone”, Viserys face lit up, to have his brother by his side, and the knowledge that he was going to be there to protect his daughter, was everything to him, meant the world. Because Viserys believed that Aegon could make his will stand 

King Viserys hid his hand, who was already lacking two fingers, under the table. 

“How is your daughter?”

“She is well”, he said simply, with a soft smile.

“You should bring her to court”, he said, but he did not like the smile on his brother’s face

“She is too young still”, he said, “too innocent for the schemes and lies”, he said dismissively, “in Casterly Rock she can play, and breathe fresh air and fly around as she pleases”, he said simply. “she is the Lady of the castle”, he chuckled, “despite Jason’s complains”

“Is she now?”, he asked lightly.

“Ceira absolutly adores her, and she still is with good health despite her age, she won’t let the girl out of her sight”, Viserys hummed, pleased, “there was a hunt some moons ago, Tyland and Jason had cornered a Lioness, and brought her two cubs”

“Lion cubs”

“They sleep in her bed, she cuddles them and had made golden collars for them”, Viserys chuckles. “She convinced Jason to train them as companions for battles”

“Battles”, the King whispered, looking at the table. 

“Of course, Onixa, her dragon, wasn’t pleased”

“Onixa”, Viserys paladated the name

“It was that name… or Coalflake”, he hummed, Viserys laughed, “Onixa lived in my daughters chambers until they had to carve a bigger doorframe because she didn’t fit anymore”, he said lightly with a silly smile on his face. 

“A spoiled little dragon”, Aegon wasn’t sure if his brother meant Onixa or his daughter, but both deserved said tittle.

“One day when she is older, I will bring her to court, but… not yet”, he said, and it was a promise. 

When Aegon came back from that trip, he had to face said dragon… the cubs had grown big and they were training their teeth… with her daughter dresses, bedding and furniture and had to be taken to the woods. 

. . .

Year 133 A.C

Your father entered your rooms after being anounced by your guard, and found you sitting in front of your mirror in your vanity, you had just dismissed your ladies who had helped you getting ready for the day ahead, your were braiding your hair, as you insisted on doing yourself, and you wanted to take a short flight in Onixa before supper. 

“Father”, you murmured, finishing the braid. 

“How did you do on your lessons?”, he asked, he looked, concerned, but not with you, so you guessed he had received news from the capital… which wasn’t odd these days. 

“I won, again”, you said simply, the lessons in which he spoke off, consisted in you sitting with your uncle and grandfather, and play games of strategy and war. “Jason’s pridefullness is not fun anymore, it starts to become dangerous”, you said lightly, smiling at your father through the mirror. 

“You inherited your mother’s wits”, he said with a smile, “she beat him too in numerous ocassions”, a pride of your own made you smile, feeling your cheeks heated. 

“Did you need to tell me something father?”, you asked. He sat on the edge of the bed, close to you. 

“My brother, King Viserys, has summoned us to court”, he said, and it wasn’t the first time. What was different now though, was the sense of finality. 

“Us?”, you asked, that truly peeked your interest, turning on your chair to look at your father.

“He is gravely sick, and with Rhaenyra still being appointed as his heir, they need me there permanently, to make sure his wishes come true”, he explained, you hummed your understanding. 

“It also occurred to me that I must find you a husband”, he said shortly, waiting for your reaction, and he saw what you felt, excitement, and yet, a bit of fear, “you are eight and ten now”

“I know”, you whispered, gripping the back of the chair, expecting 

“I have received offers for your hand, and I was considering, with Jason’s permission to have lords come here to court you, yet, as we have been summoned to King’s Landing, we might just killed two birds with one stone”, he said, you always adored how your father would make you part of the process, about his thinking, about his decision making, and yet you didn’t know what to say. He saw your hesitation, “King’s Landing can be dangerous”, he continued

“It’s the royal court, one would think its the safest place”, you tried to lighten the mood, and you succeeded

“The dangers I speak of are of treasons, schemes and betrayals”, he said, “you’ll come to find that court is a battlefield of its own”, he said, you hummed, “you’ll need to find allies, and identify really quickly who might desire your downfall”

“I’m just a girl”, you said with a chuckle

“You are the niece of a King, a Lannister, heir on your own right to fortunes that could buy armies of a hundred thousand soldiers, and my child a Targaryen princess”, he finished, “you are a beautiful young girl who is seeking for a husband, every single lord will seek your hand”, he said, and chuckled when he looked at you and your horrified face, “I will not leave you, I will be by your side at every step of the way”, he whispered. “You will be able to make your choice of husband”, he completed. “Including, meeting your family, Rhaenyra is returning as well, with her eldest son Jacaerys”, he said then, “and there is also your cousins, Aegon and Aemond…”

“Daeron is in Old Town”, you completed, your father nodded, even though you never met them, you knew where they were. 

“I also summoned the heir to Winterfell”, your father himself had to interve a couple of years ago, they had tried to usurp the Capital of the North, the own uncle of the true heir. “Dorne is showing up… the other great families…”

It was a lot to internalize in a short amount of time. An invitation, that sounded more like a challenge to war, and yet as such you were excited, the prospect of seeing who were your friends and who were your foes, and to finally meet your family. 

“I see”, you answered

“You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to”, he said then

“But it was a royal command”, you said with a laugh

“There is perks to being the brother of the king”, he said lightly, you hummed truly considering the possibilities. 

“If you don’t want to come with me, and prefer to stay here, I will go answer the King’s call, I will hold audiences for the Lords who want to court you, and send some here”, he said, “I need to get you married before you turn nine and ten”

“I understand father”, you said with a soft smile

Even though the thought of going to the capital, to the royal court, excited you with no measure, there was also a feeling of unease in your chest. 

Would you go to King’s Landing with your father?

If you want to go with your father, go to chapter “King’s Landing”

You woke up in a duality of soreness and pleasure, as you felt a hot wet mouth drop kisses on your shoulder 

“Mmmm”, you whined, Lyonel chuckled against your skin

“Wakey wakey my lovely wife”, he teased, dropping one kiss on your neck, it felt good, it did, his warm hand looked for your naked body under the covers, his hand actually covered your breast. HIs mouth kissed a special spot on your neck that made you feel so good you actually drew a moan.

He stopped all movements, you actually felt him smile against your skin

“Oh?”, he teased, kissing you in the same spot, making you draw the same sound again, making him chuckle, “found one”, he whispered, and then he actually attached his lips at the spot and sucked, making you see actual stars as you drew an even louder moan.

You had sometimes ventured under your skirts but it had never felt like this, his warm, careful hands mapping your body, his mouth in that spot that actually made you feel so good… 

“My lord”, you whispered

“I don’t know who you are referring to”, he teased, his hand pinching one of your nipples gently, making you squirm.

“Are you ready for me, my love?”, he whispered. You didn’t even understand what he was asking you, but you felt him.

Between your folds, his manhood. your back was to him, you were laying on your side as was his. The pressure was great, but not as uncomfortable like the night before, just a little press and he slid in

You moaned softly, the pain residing quickly, as his hands and mouth kept working

He shuddered against your ear as he clung onto you. 

He retrieved himself only to push inside again, and then again, thrusting into you slowly and deep, so so deep. This position made you feel like he was up in our belly.

“my perfect little dragon wife”, he grunted in your ear, “are you alright, love? Does it feel good?”, it felt so good you didn't even think you could string a sentence together. He pinched your nipple again, making you squirm, making him moan, it felt tighter somehow. “answer me”

“Y-yes”, you moaned, “it feels good”, it was suddenly overwhelming, his hands everything… his cock deep inside you, his mouth in your neck. You whined as you grabbed onto his arms for dear life, as you felt like a tidewave washing over you, making you snap in pleasure. 

“So good you just cummed on my cock, my beautiful wife”, he was so pleased with himself, he started fucking you a bit rougher, “you are so tight”, it was overwhelming, the dirty talk, you had never heard such lewd words coming from someone’s mouth, not in civil conversations. With a grunt in your ear, and him hugging you tightly against him, there came the hot, messy sensation. “fuck, got me spilling myself like a green boy”, he chuckled, and you didn’t know if that was good or bad.

He retrieved himself, making you feel uncomfortable again. 

He accommodated himself on his back, and then he pulled you towards him.

He was so big and strong he could just grab you, and put you in the position he wished

He went straight for a kiss, accommodating you on his side

“Did that feel good?”, he asked, you just nodded, words escaping you, “I need you to be honest with me”, he said gently, caressing your naked back, “I want to make you feel good…”

“It did felt good”, you said honestly, you cuddled into his naked chest, you weren’t sure when he took off his shirt though

“Good, because we are going to be doing a lot of that”, he whispered as he kissed the top of your hair. 

it was an intense morning

You didn’t miss the complacent smiles the maids gave each other when they brought you something to break fast and helped dress you. 

Lyonel wanted to go back to Storm’s End as soon as possible 

You did not

But he was your husband, and didn’t ask you, so you guessed he wanted to get back home after the tourney, and your own wedding.

That didn’t stop you from going to see your father, who had locked himself in his study.

“My lord husband wished to depart to Storm’s End as soon as possible”, you started the conversation, he eyed you, like reading your own intentions

“Well, he has been away from his seat quite a while”, he said

“I was wondering, if I could stay a bit longer”, you began

“Why?”, he asked, frowning, directing all his attention onto you, leaving his quill and parchment aside, “has something happened?”, he seemed more severe now

“No…”, you said, shaking your head slowly, “it’s just… I want to stay home”

“Did he do something to you?”, he asked

“No!”, you said quickly, “it’s just, I do not wish to leave you papa”, you confessed. Now he seemed angry.

“I’m not a child for you to be caring for me”, he said severely.

“I know”, you said firmly, “but with Aerion gone, and Aegon… who went with the Hedge Knight… and what happened at the trial…”

He was still tormented by the death of his brother at his own hands, and you guessed he was going to be as such the rest of his life

“None of that”, he said severely, “You are a Baratheon now, and you shall go wherever your husband pleases". He said, not really knowing what to say to you. When he saw the way your eyes wetted. He stood up from his chair and came to you. And hugged you tightly against him.

“I will be alright”, he said, kissing the top of your head, “and you will be too”, he said. 

He released you, even attempted to smile at you, though it was a bit deformed, succeeding in his attempt to cheer you up

“Your mother hated me at first”, he said, making you giggle, “she did”

“I don’t believe that”

“I swear, her brother had to literally grab her and pull her out of her rooms the day she was sent to King’s Landing”, he continued, “she told me afterwards of course”, you smiled at him, “he sported a claw mark on his cheek, to this day I believe”

You took a long breath

“You will be fine”, he said, "Baratheon knows the consequences if you are not”, he said severely, you nodded, smiling widely, “now… lets get you on your way”, he said, weirdly gently

You got dressed in your riding attire, this one was a dark red, with intricate designs on the laps on your chest and sleeves with golden thread.

You exited Summerhall for the last time -for the time being-, ready to depart, to find an entire party outside, everything getting ready, the Baratheon committee was ready to go, another three carriages added for your comfort, your trunks and possessions. 

You talked to the master of the stable, who was riding the horses. 

“I was wondering if I could take a horse from the stables…”, but Lyonel interrupted you, opening the door of a carriage for you

It looked new, the paint shiny and fresh. 

“I would feel so much better if my darling wife would take the carriage”, he said, to someone from the outside, it would have seemed dashing, but to you… it’s like they were cutting your wings 

It happened quicker than you thought, it may look like a carriage, but it certainly felt like a cage…

Your father was by your side, placing his hand on your shoulder

“great idea”, he said firmly. You nodded, taking out your gloves, since you were not going to need them to protect your hands from grabbing the reins.

Once both husband and father walked away talking about other details, the master of stables came to you.

“The mare with the white coat, my princess”, he said in a whisper, you knew him since you had a memory to remember faces. “It’s from your father’s stable”, you have used her, whenever Ashflake would be quickened with a foal. “To have a trusted mount on Storm’s End”, he said with a soft smile

“You are too kind, Manfred, thank you”, he smiled, contented, and left you. 

You turned to meet the rest of your family, Daeron couldn’t pull himself out of bed this morning, Egg had left for the country, or escaped, according to your father… Aerion had been sent to Lys… 

Only your sisters remained there, with teary eyes 

You hugged them tightly, with promises of seeing them again you didn’t know if you could keep, then, there was Valarr

“I wish you good fortune cousin, in the wars to come”, Valarr said solemnly, you barely nodded at him, and you got inside the carriage refusing the help of those that were near. You tried not to cry, but when you found yourself alone, you couldn’t help it.

You hugged yourself as the carriage started moving, pulling you away from your home, your family, everything you knew. 

The journey was uncomfortable and long, you guessed Lyonel was eager to go home since you barely stopped to eat. You were watching the landscape slowly change, sometimes, he would even ride by the carriage side… he would look at you, like checking if you were still there, and then ride ahead again.

By the time the sun was setting, and the carriage stopped, the camp was already set

It wasn’t odd, to send a cart ahead to prepare the camp for the Lord 

They even raised the huge pavilion from Ashford. 

“My lady”, he was there to help you out of the carriage, so you took his hand and let him lead you to the inside of the tent. 

There was only one table set for the both of you

“We’ll have supper early, so my people can use the tent to rest”, he said with a soft smile, and you nodded

Once the dinner was served, he asked the servants to abandon the tent, leaving you both completely alone. You were so nervous. For the first time, you were truly alone with him, not contemplating the first night you spent together in your rooms, now he sat there, looking at you. 

“Is the dinner to your liking?”, he asked, you immediately nodded, it was the hunt of the day served with vegetables, it was really good

“Yes, of course my lord”, you answered quickly, “is it to yours?”

“I rather feast on something else…”, he roughly set his utensils down on the table with a grin, he licked his own lips while his eyes were set on you

He made the chair scrap against the floor as he push himself back and off the table 

“On w-what?”, you asked shakily, not really knowing what he meant, but he didn’t answer, he kept his crazy eyes on you, and then, under your surprised gaze, he dropped to the floor on his knees. 

He crawled towards you, slowly, taking his time, and you truly felt like you were the stag and he was the dragon, as he gazed upon you like that. 

You didn’t know what to do but to fall back on your chair, waiting as he came upon you. 

“I plan to feast on my dashing new bride”, he said teasingly. Kneeling on the floor right beside you. Again, he was the second tallest man you had ever seen, and strong as well, he grabbed your heavy wooden chair with you on it and pulled it until you were completely in front of him and not under the protection of the table. 

“W-what….?”, you cleared your voice as he reached you placing both his hands on each of the arms of the chair, caging you in, “what do you mean my lord?”, you managed to finally ask

Having his this close was breathtaking, you literally couldn’t breathe properly as he gaze you up with those eyes of his that didn’t seem to miss a thing

“Lyonel”, he tried again for you to call him by his name, his hands travelled down the skirt of your dress and you felt your legs tremble underneath the thick fabric. You were paralyzed, you didn’t know what to do… he seemed to have something else in mind although you didn’t know what.

When he started raising your skirts you tried to stop him, fighting him for the fabric, and yet, unlike the time of the wedding, he didn’t release you. You cursed yourself for having change from your gear to this uncomfortable dress. 

“Let me”, he said, but this time, he was pleading gently, “I will not harm you, I promise”, you whimpered, not yet convinced, “I swear, this will not hurt…”

You did not feel comfortable, and yet, you felt like you couldn’t deny him, you were his now, his lady wife… your body… was his to enjoy. 

You had been lucky so far that he didn’t force you… and yet… this time… he seemed determined.

“My Lord…”, you called again, when your skirts were around your waist and he leaned in under the rest of the fabric… right between your legs… Only then he stopped looking at you, because he focused on something else. 

He removed your under garments, those silky pants you used underneath your dress. You tried to close your legs but he had already placed himself in between them.

“Lyonel!”, you called then, when you felt his hands on your bare thighs. Only then he appeared from underneath your skirts to look at you his tongue peeking out between his sharp teeth

“You’re gonna have to trust me wife”, he said with certainty, his warm hands squeezed your feverish thighs. “If you truly don’t find enjoyment in it, you can say so, but I will make you try it first”

You still didn’t know what he wanted to try on you, and you truly didn’t trust him yet to truly give him permission, but he didn’t wait for it, he dived back again in between your thighs.

You gasped when you felt his breath right there… right in your intimacy… you tried to close your legs but he didn’t let you, he had sneaked his way right in between them

“My lord….”, you didn't even know what you wanted, but you didn’t even have time to phrase it…

it happened so quickly… he had both your thighs under his hands and he parted them and then… you felt him.

His tongue, big and wet lapped at your folds making a drowned gasp part from your lips at the impression of the action itself

But you didn’t have time to recover and he dove right in again, this time you felt his lips around a place that made your body tremble and a moan leave your mouth

“Oh gods”, you had never felt anything like it, a pleasure like no other building tightly inside your belly. But he kept going, slurping, sucking, licking, you didn’t even know, from a second to the next your body was on fire. A knot tightening in your belly. This time Lyonel allowed you to close your legs but only around his head, but that didn't stop him

You didn’t know what was happening, only that the knot snapped a wild pleasure bathed you from head to toe. Making you scream and moan because of the impression. 

Lyonel laughed against your cunt, making you wince because of the over-stimulation. 

He licked you one last time before he released you, his mocking smile appearing from under your skirts. His beard under his mouth was drenched, in you, in your release.

“What was that?”, you asked him, still shaken up

He licked his lips lewdly while he made eye contact with you, and then released you gently. 

“That was you cumming on my mouth for the first time”, he answered, “Best feast I ever had”, he teased, and you didn't know what to do. What to say. He stood up until he towered over you, looking down at you he offered you his hand for you to take it. 

You were barely regaining your breath and your bearings but you took his hand. it cost you to stand on your feet, your legs still weak, but he only chuckled, pleased with himself and took you by your waist to lead you to your tent.

“I didn’t know I was going to be married when I left Storm’s End”, he said gruffly as you walked from the big tent you ate in, to the one you were going to sleep in. “So I didn’t pack a tent for a princess”, you only smiled

“It’s alright, My Lord”, he stopped and grabbed your face to kiss you, taking you by surprise. He swallowed you gasp in his eager mouth, leaving you breathless. 

“Lyonel”, he said, when he barely separated himself from you, "I can't take it anymore, if it is not ‘my love’, ‘my stag’ or ‘my dear’ you’ll call me by my name or call me a cunt if you wish, but if you call me ‘my lord’ one more time I’ll kiss you until you forget all manners”, he said more sharply than before. And you nodded, your ears ringing. He moved the thick fabric so you could enter. It was simple really, two chairs and a small table on one side, one big bed with furs on the other a lamp made with antlers hanging from the center of the tent.

You wondered briefly if he bedded someone in that bed at the tourney, maybe a lady, or a servant or a whore, or one of each, or many.

But you got distracted when you saw the mythical antler clown on top of the table. You walked towards it, smiling without even realizing it. You wouldn’t admit it, yet, but he looked incredible with it. 

There was a piece of parchment next to it, with a message

“For when you are mounting your doe”

Charming, you thought. 

You couldn’t see your own face but you certainly could feel how heated your cheeks had become 

“You like it?”, he teased in your ear, you jumped because you didn’t even realize he was right there behind you

“I-I do”, you answered shakily, releasing the heavy crown, leaving it back in the table

“Why do you do that?”, he asked, his hot breath on the side of your face. 

“Do what?”, you asked back

“Cower”, he answered simply, “Are you afraid of me?”, he asked. If your father was in the room, you’d look at him for guidance, and that made you realize what he meant

“I-I don’t know”, you said back. “Should I be?”

“Never”, he said with certainty, “never of me”, you turned back to look at him

“But…”, he shushed you. 

“I will never harm you or treat you badly”, he promised, “I will never judge you from speaking your mind or forbid you to do something you enjoy”

“But Lyonel…”

“I will never touch you with anything that isn't devotion or care”, not love though, not yet. He kissed you then, his hands on your hair to keep you steady.

“You want me to use the crown while I ravish you, don’t you?”, he grunted against your mouth. You were so embarrassed you didn’t even know what to say. “My dirty little wife”, he mocked

“I-I’m not sure”, you whispered

“So polite”, he teased, he released you from the upper part of your outfit quite easily. “Do you like it when I speak lewdly to you?”, he asked.

You didn’t truly know what to answer to that really, but his warm hands on you made your mind begin to swim.

“No words? let’s put it to the test”, as he was used to it already, he grabbed you by your skirts again and hunched them up, uncovering your lower region. 

He slid one of his fingers between your folds making you gasp

“Ups”, he teased, “seems like you do like it”, he chuckled

“No”, you defended, cheeks heated with embarrassment

“Here”, without even being told so, he helped you out of that dress, and you just let him, you found yourself wanting to have sex as much as he did.

It was quite pleasurable, if you were being honest, and besides, you were doing your wifely duties, right?

Yes wifely duties…

Having children…

He laid you down over the furs on the bed, they felt incredible against your naked body, he was on top of you in a second, after he undressed in front of you.

“My beautiful wife”, he called, pleased with the look on your face.

“Lyonel…”, you called, deciding to say something before your mind was clouded by pleasure

“Yes, my deer?”, deer or dear you weren’t quite sure

“Do you mind if we… wait a bit before we have children?”, you asked, he looked at you with those big eyes of him, and then laughed

“Why wait?”, he asked leaning over you, he kissed you, barely a peck on the lips, “I wish to see your belly grow with my heirs”

His mouth as his hands were in the right place at the wrong time, meaning, they made you forget all about it, dissipated all fears under your question

Of course he didn’t want to wait… who would? He was older than you, he wanted to have heirs, he made sure to pull you out of your thoughts with his mouth on your neck, on your chest

“Oh!”, you moaned when he trapped one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it gently while he cupped the other with his warm hands

“Can you do something for me?”, he asked, breath ragged

“Yes”, you'd do anything at this point

“I’m going to get my antlers… I need you on your knees and hands”, he said with this wide smile, with a last kiss he left you there, panting. And he went to do as he said. He had a nice ass, all round and firm because all of his horse riding - you supposed-, his back was rippled with muscles and you could clearly see them with each movement of his.

He was very handsome

He came back with the biggest grin, looking at you like you were a feast he intended to indulge in, with the antlers on his hands. But your eyes traveled north, to his manhood.

it's the first time you saw it, now that you think about it, it was… hard, you had never seen one before, it was thick, and long, it had this bulbous head, shined under the candlelight, it was all red, like it was angry, then his stones, where covered in thick black curly hair, they were round and heavy-looking. You wondered if it hurt him, when it was hard.

It was odd to think that fitted inside you, that you had found pleasure in it. 

“Come on darling”, you only then realized you haven’t move, “look, this things are heavy, I don’t want to hurt you while I’m wearing them…”, you moved slowly, with uncertainty, under his wicked smile that made you shiver 

You turned on the bed, and then you bent your legs, placing your knees on the mattress, doing as he indicated. You felt a bit embarrassed, and definitely exposed in front of him, you even began to feel cold.

Until he placed his big hands on your ass 

You moaned softly, at the warmth of his touch

You looked at him over your shoulder, he looked down at you with agrin and the antlered helm. The sight alone made you shudder. 

“This will feel… more intense”, he teased with a satisfied grin. “Now… before you get cold…”, you whimpered when you felt him entering you. Your body jolted forwards, but his hands were quick to grab your hips and keep you there

“Lyonel”, you whined.

He was right, it did feel more intense, he eased into you, inch by inch. You grabbed onto the sheets underneath with strength, you still felt the need to escape him, but he wouldn’t let you, he kept pushing in, deeper and deeper, he was right, it felt so. so intense

“Fuck, my wife…” even he seemed to be in another plain entirely, “so tight, so perfect for me, all mine”

You didn’t know if it was his words or the fact that he finally bottomed out inside of you, you melted onto the furs due to pure bliss

“You like that?”, he asked, “answer me”, he teased

“I do”, you whined.

“In all fours for me, my perfect little wife”, he teased, “who would have known that this perfect Targaryen princess would become such a whore”, you clenched on his cock, you both felted

“I’m not a whore”. you whined against the bed, he laughed

“That’s right”, he said, “you are only MINE”, he retrieved himself and then he thrust into you, making you draw the loudest moan, a sound so deep from your belly it surprised even yourself. It felt so good, yet so tight

He repeated the motion, slowly, sensually, making sure you could feel every vein and ridge of him.

You whined, wanting something but at the same time not truly knowing

“What is it my wife?”

MY wife, you liked that, how possessive he was with you

“More”, more, you wanted more from him. He laughed

“Greedy little thing you are, uh?”, he asked, but he was a pleaser, he started fucking you harder, that familiar knott was tightening in your belly, his thighs started to make sounds as he clashed with your ass. He laughed, loud, you bet others could hear, yet you found yourself moaning as well.

It felt so good, you never thought it could feel like this 

He used his hands, to grab onto you tighter, to draw you to him, to make it rougher, quicker, harder.

You were going to… reach your climax… and he could feel it, you knew he could.

“Does it feel good, my doe?”, he said between laughs

“Yeah”, you managed to say

“Yeah? Does your stag mounting make you feel good?”, he asked with yet another laugh

“Yes”, you admitted, the pleasure overwhelming you.

“I’m going to breed you”, he kept going, “but I want to look at your face as I do”, you were so close, but before you could cum, he released you

You screeched when he retrieved himself from deep inside you, the feeling so uncomfortable, you only then realized your knees were so weak you fell on your side to the bed

“Look at you, and I’m not even done with you”, he said with pride, he grabbed you, handled you as he liked, he made you fall on your back and spread your legs. Like you weighed nothing he pulled you towards him. He was kneeling on the bed, looking down at you with his antlers, and this big smile on his face.

One hand on your hip, the other on his cock and he entered you again.

This time it wasn’t that slow, he pushed right in as he grunted, the muscles on his belly tightened by the exercise

One he was fully sitting inside and had you moaning like the whore he called you to be, he started fucking into you again.

But he wouldn’t held you, he was over you while you laid on the bed, legs spread for him and he fucked you. Your breasts bouncing uncomfortably, and he enjoyed the view, smiling wide with the antlered crown atop his head

The sight alone made you clench on him, he grunted with a toothy smile and drew a laugh

“You look so fucking good”, he said, “my perfect wife”

“Lyonel”, you didn’t know what to do with your hands, you just grbbed onto the furs even tighter, as you bounced on the mattress

“Come here”, he said, he was lodged deep inside you when he stopped, he placed his hand on your thigh, “put your feet on the mattress my love”, and you did, and repeated the notion with the other. Then he grabbed you, held you against his chest. Now you were face to face, and he kissed you softly, hugging you tightly against him as you began fucking up to you. You surrounded his broad shoulders with your arms 

It didn’t take long for your peak to reach you, like in soft waves, you clenched again, making it so tight for him he quickly followed

He looked into your eyes with a satisfied grin. 

He filled you up again.

And again later that night

And again that morning.

You slept all the way back to Storm’s End.

You heard excited chats and murmurs out of the carriage, so you opened the window

And there it was

The panoramics had changed from green meadows and forests to stoney cliffs and clouded skies, and out there, like a lighthouse before the sea, was Storm’s End unmistakable tower.

It might be the biggest castle you had ever seen, standing taller and broader than the Red Keep, truly a bastion that had stood against the wrath of Kings, Dragons and Gods alike.

“Let’s hurry, there’s a storm coming in!”, you heard someone scream, and you smiled.

You couldn’t stop watching even though a soft rain started to fall over your heads.

Soon you passed a stone archway, entrance to a massive protective wall and then, you were inside the courtyard

As soon as the carriage stopped, Lyonel opened the door of the carriage with a big smile

“Welcome home, my wife”, he said, he offered you his hand and as soon as you took it he pulled you out of the carriage. He grabbed you by the waist and led up up the stoney steps to the main entrance of the huge tower

The whole thing seemed to be carved out of stone, just like Dragonstone. 

The main entrance led to a huge hall, and then to the Storm Throne

“Well, there isn’t much to do in here”, he said with an apologetic smile, unaware of your astonishment, “a lot of time inside…”, he then turned to you, with a much more wicked smile, “that’s is why Baratheon’s are known for having many children”, he teased, you cleared your throat that suddenly felt dry as you looked away from him again, not wanting to miss a thing

“It’s incredible”. you managed to whisper, you looked up at the vaulted ceiling, tall, and the spiraled stairs at the side that led to the rest of the castle and surely the rooms

It was dark, and gloomy, you were not going to argue with that, but it was new, so, so far, it was incredible.

Soon it dawned on you, you were going to run this place, this whole holdfast, you were the Lady of Storm’s End, you had helped your father with things on Summerhall, but not in this scale, but the prospect was exciting. 

Soon, Lords, guards and servants began to appear in the great hall, for sure to welcome their Lord… and their lady

“This is my lady wife, princess (y/n) of house Targaryen”. Lyonel presented, proudly. He encountered the first familiar face he could find and presented you to her, it was a young woman, no older than seven and ten

“This is Lady Maris of House Wylde”, the young girl courtesied to you in a perfect fashion, “she is to attend you, and be your lady in waiting”

“It is very nice to meet you”, you said

“The pleasure is mine… your grace!”, Lyonel laughed at that

“She is a lady now”, he corrected. 

“I’m very sorry”, you smiled at her

“You don’t need to be”, she seemed sweet, but Lyonel did not linger on her as he moved you to present to you to other lords who resided in Storm’s End for the season 

The introductions were over,  thankfully, and he personally led you up the long stairs and towards the tallest floor. 

“This is the most important floor anyways”, Lyonel said when you asked him about the others. “This is where the rooms of the Lord and Lady of Storm’s End are”, he said with a cheeky smile. 

“This will be yours”, he opened this set of double doors, the first thing you noticed was the incredible view, the second, the mess.

“I will not go!”, someone screeched, you jumped in your place, but Lyonel was quick to surround your waist with his arm. And from some other doors at the other side of the room, appeared a woman with clothes in her hands. She was older, maybe fifty name days on her, she had incredible hair yet grayish by the years, she had a set of sharp blue eyes, she only stopped when she found the both of you standing on the doorway, “These are MY ROOMS!”, she continued to press on, “I am the lady of Storm’s End!”, she said firmly, you looked at Lyonel, your stomach sinking.

princess!reader who feels lonely after her mother passed away with her only full sister, leaving her behind with her father, who quickly remarried and started a new family.

alys arryn is not a bad woman, not truly, she is almost like a mother, even and her newborn siblings are very cute, but she still misses her first family.

princess!reader who went to the ashford tourney because her maternal grandsire kept bothering her about marriage, and even driftmark, once her safe place, became just another too-big castle that made her feel small and alone.

so the opportunity to go on an adventure with her favorite uncles, her best cousin, and his very kind wife seemed too perfect to be true.

and too perfect it was, until aerion had to fuck things up, as always.

now princess!reader had to listen to how her paternal family was bad luck and full of horrible people, while her dumb cousin talked about family and honor with such a punchable face, and she could do nothing, because someone had already beaten her to it and given him a proper hit.

when she finally sees the one responsible for making her deepest wishes come true, she is completely enamored.

a giant of a man stands before them, trying to earn a chance to save his life from imminent death, and all she can think about is putting that big back of his to work, having his hands repair and maintain some of her personal fleet ships...

and don’t even get her started on his voice. she could hear it as clearly as the wind, growing louder and deeper as he shouted orders to a crew.

dunk was just as delusional as she was. he was there trying to escape visit of the strange. so he had to stay focused, but every time his eyes found hers, heat climbed up his neck to the tips of his ears.

in his mind, panic mixed with thoughts of a beautiful life with a goddess-level pretty princess... and a bunch of fat babies.