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jacaerys targ x lannister reader

this is meant for my hotd blog @targaryencore but it’s shadow banned ughh, ill take it down if it flops.

you were the daughter of lord jason lannister, you were just like him but in a female form. you were smart and cunning and full of ambition but alas you were born a noble women. “father, is it true princess rhaenyra is coming back to court.” you knocked down his king on the chest board and he groaned in annoyance, he could never beat you. “yes she’s coming to defend her sons claim. i suppose you heard through court gossip?” he cleared his throat and reset the chess board. “princess haelena told me. she doesn’t say much but when she does..” you raised your brow and drank from your goblet.

“glad to know you’re enjoying being her lady in waiting. she doesn’t have many friends.” jason always had a reason for every single thing. “are you still pestering otto for aemonds hand? he’s a second son.” you put emphasis on “second son” you faked a yawn. “i simply suggested it, you should be more grateful he’s a targaryen prince.“ jason chuckled

you sighed and just nodded, you didn’t want to push him to his limits just yet. “father. may i visit the dress maker and have some new dresses made?” you hide behind your perfect smile. “fine. a lannister should look their best after all!” he picked up his goblet and raised it towards you. one could say you were a bit spoiled. “how many sons did you say rhaenyra had?” you asked nonchalantly like you just thought of it but you’ve been wondering for ages. “tw- five.” he rolled his eyes there was no point of slandering her bastard sons to his daughter. “again.” you pointed at the chess board. “go easy on me” he snickered.

a week passed and all the bits of your plan were coming together, you tried on one of your new gowns and it fit perfectly. the gown was a dark red with golden details it had lions embroidered by the bust. you heard through your source and unexpected ally, varys strong that queen alicent had no means to greet or allow anyone to greet rhaenyra and her children. “i suggest you go lady lannister, and as i told you earlier jacaerys is the elder. lucerys is the little lord of driftmark.” larys hands you a bouquet of yellow roses and a black flower that was rare within the kingdom called “dragons breath, you planned on giving them to rhaenyra. “thank you lord varys, this will not go unnoticed” you smelled the flowers and smiled. you made your way to the courtyard.

just as varys said nobody was out there to greet the princess, it wasn’t safe to be out alone but without risk there’s no reward. soon after rhaenyras carriage rolled in, you fixed your hair and put on a smile. a squire called out her name as she and her children stepped out, you bowed and she looked confused. “i’m y/n lannister. i heard the queen wasn’t planning on greeting you so i took it upon myself.” you approached her and handed her the flowers, daemon looked angry. you looked at her children and waved.

“you are as beautiful as you are gracious.” rhaenyra took the bouquet and slightly smiled, her eyes were glued to the black flowers. “dragons breath.” you smiled and daemon glared at you. “that’s what the black flowers are called. i must go but on behalf of house lannister, welcome back to the red keep” you bowed to rhaenyra and then to daemon. you spotted prince jacaerys. he had beautiful purple eyes and a head full of brown hair. he looked at you and grinned.

a day passed and you grew impatient with how your plan was progressing. “princess haelena? if you ever have dinner with your nephews do mention me.” you held baby jaehaera in your arms and she cooed. “gold be your crowns, green be our shrouds.” haelena frown as she whispered. she often said little riddles like that but you could never tell what she meant. “just if you ever have a family dinner of sorts- tell jacaerys that your lady in waiting is fashionable and pure.” you winked at her and smiled. “you could come. i don’t think i would like to dine without you.” she reached for your hand and you let her hold it.

after your time with haelena and her children you excused yourself and began to walk through the halls, you raised your head high and walked confidently. lords and ladies bowed to you as you walked by. your smile grew when you saw prince jacaerys talking to his mother, the pair were walking down the hands private hall. you walked towards them and smiled. “your highnesses.” you bowed almost embarrassingly low. “lady lannister.” jacaerys looked at your lion emblem necklace that rested on your neck or maybe he wasn’t looking at your jewelry.

“that hall is occupied by the hand. otto hightower.” rhaenyras face crinkled when you said that. “that hall used to be me and my children’s private chambers” she said angry. she hates otto? noted. “the red keep changes very frequently.. sometimes i wonder if our queen and hand mistake the keep for old town perhaps they should reside there?” you didn’t want push to far out of your place but you wanted to test the waters. prince jacaerys chuckled. “lady lannister might be right mother.” jacaerys tilts his head to you.

cersei sleeps with her twin brother bc she's a narcissist and bc she only cares about the advancement of her own house which is an attitude she inherited from her father. the lannisters are rotten to the core bc they can't love anyone but themselves and so they produce monsters (joffrey). there's a really poignant scene in the book where cersei sleeps with her maid (i think) and it's not bad but she cannot enjoy it bc "it's no good. it's never been good with anyone but with jaime" cersei can only love a mirror image of herself